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atinydise · 4 years

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Ateez realizing they’re in love with their s/o while working on a duet

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 11k5.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

Hongjoong was spinning around, on his chair. He was thinking about the lyrics he needed to write for Eden. He didn’t want to disappoint him, so he did his best, as always. Knowing that your best friend was busy and stressed, you came at his studio to support him or help him as you could. “Is that a love song?” You asked, reading the first verse. “Yes, it is a summer love song. Like the person you met in vacation and developed feelings.” “There’s a ton of summer love song Joongie.” You warned. “Why not a love song about friendship?” you proposed. “I-I don’t know how it feels,” he stuttered. “Hum… I’ll help you.” You grabbed a pen and a paper and started to write few sentences that he could turn as lyrics.

Hongjoong looked at you, struggling, but he found you cute. You tied your hair in a messy bun and few hairs were falling on your face. Hongjoong could say that you were completely focus because you were chewing the pen and your fingers were lost in your hair. “You never felt this feeling? Like this person that you consider like your best friend is more than that? You think about this person all the time and want to see her every day?” You asked him. Hongjoong ignored if it was the sudden proximity or the way you looked so cute, but he realized that he might feel what you just explained. “Or the feelings like what you could do everything with this person? That both of you can fight the world, together?” You added. Hongjoong continued to stare at you, “yes I probably did.” “Then let’s go write about it!” you smiled, enthusiastically. “I feel like it will be easier to write good lyrics if you there.” He claimed, grabbing his notebook. You didn’t fully understand what he wanted to say but you liked it.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa was working with another idol for a special performance at MMA. This opportunity was incredible for him so you tried to help your friend the best as you could. You knocked at the practice room door and entered instantly. “Oh Y/N!” said Seonghwa when he saw you. “Hello beautiful! I’m here to help you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, “let’s practice!” “You don’t even know how to sing idiot.” He teased you. “Bla bla bla,” you rolled your eyes, “I heard that your duo was busy today. So, I’ll do my best to help you.” “Okay then… tell me how I can change the last verse. I want it to be more…” he stopped to search for the good word. You grabbed the paper in front of you. “More tender? Soft?” “Exactly,” he snapped his fingers at you. “You are just talking about how you fell in love but not what you like about her or him. You can add more physicals details. So, your fans could relate a lot more.” You explained. “Hum… that would be good idea.” Nodded Seonghwa. “If I was your girlfriend for example, what would you like?” Seonghwa blushed lightly, the idea of you being his girlfriend didn’t bother him at all. “I guess that I would love how you are always so supportive and funny even if your jokes are… not really good.” He chuckled. “I would love how you are kind with everyone even if they don’t deserve it. I love seeing you playing with your hair. Your eyes are always sparkling too, even if you are sad. This is beautiful to see.” He gulped. “I could stare at you for long hours.” “And finally… being next to you is my favorite thing. Your perfume is addictive, and your presence is warm.” he said quietly. “Hum… okay,” you giggled. “I think that you found enough details to write your lyrics.” He nodded, “yes. And I think I found something else too.” He whispered, enough for you to not hearing it.

YUNHO

“Argh… why composing is so hard!” Sighed Yunho sitting between you and Mingi on the couch. “Are you inspired?” asked Mingi, watching TV at the same time. “Not at all… I don’t know how Hongjoong Hyung can think about good lyrics all the time.” Declared Yunho. “Why you don’t go and ask him for help?” you asked grabbing his large hand to massage it. “I need to do it by myself.” He simply replied. “I’ve never been in love or I don’t know how it really feels.” “My mom told me that you feel full every time. Like if you ate a good meal.” Said Mingi cutely. You giggled, “yes, kind of.” Yunho sighed and rested his head on your laps. “How should I start? Or what I should do?” “Maybe you can describe what would be your favorite date?” proposed Mingi. “Hum nah… to kitschy.” You stopped your friend. “I think that the melody would need to stay soft and cute but with a powerful chorus or bridge.” “Yes maybe,” he sighed. “Like a smooth melody,” you rubbed his hand softly like if it became a piano. “Plus, it’s a duet so you can use your voice to set the atmosphere too and create a surprising effect.” You added. Yunho was staring at your fingers playing on his hand. The smoothness of your digits made his heart race unexpectedly. “But… you both now better than me anyway,” you said awkwardly. Mingi pocked Yunho’s waist, noticing that he was still on this trance. “Huh? Yes! Thank you!” He almost yelled. Yunho stood up and almost ran back to his bedroom. You stared back at Mingi, “is he okay? Did I say something bad?” He smiled, “no. I think he just realized something. Finally.”

YEOSANG

You had this little argument earlier with Yeosang. He said something that hurt your feelings a bit and didn’t apologize yet. He noticed that you were mad because you were quiet. You stayed on the couch, looking at the ceiling. Since the past hour, none of you started to talk. Yeosang was humming alone. He needed to write his part for the new comeback. It wasn’t a romantic song but a simple one talking about friendship. Funny when you see the context. Yeosang threw once again a ball of paper in the trash and buried his head on his arms, frustrated. Not liking to see your best friend so anxious, you asked him: “No inspiration?” He hummed, “nothing matches with the beat. I can’t do anything right.” You stood up from the couch and crouched down next to Yeosang. You felt him jump a bit when he felt your hand rubbing his back. “You can do it Yeosang-ie. You are so talented. You just need to find the good words.” You cheered him gently. He sighed, lifting his head a bit, “it would be easier to do this duet with you and not a stranger.” “I know but I’m not an idol.” You giggled, hugging him. Yeosang felt instantly relaxed. Your presence was always so warm. “Why everything is so simple with you?” “Just relax and the aspiration will hit you,” you added. His heart was racing. It wasn’t the first time that you were hugging him but today it felt different. “Oh! I need to go,” you looked at the clock. “What already?” He pouted. “See you tomorrow, okay?” You kissed his forehead. “Love you!” You wave at him exiting the room. “I love you too…” he whispered. “And maybe more than I thought.” He added, hand on his chest trying to calm his heartbeat.

SAN

You desperately wanted to watch a new avenger at cinema. It was available few days left, or you would need to see it on your TV. You asked San, your childhood best friend to come with you but he needed to finish his production first. So, you were dancing crazily in the studio. Your friend was jamming and composing in the same time. You were supposed to help him, but his playlist was not helping. “Y/N, weren’t you supposed to write lyrics with me?” he giggled, seeing your failed silly twerk. “I know, but I need to dance! It’s like you played all my favorite songs!” you explained. San was staring at you. Not like a friend would but like a lover would. All these years, he saw you growing up with him and he discovered how amazing you were. “Oh! Sing with me!” You ordered him, pulling San by the hand. He giggled, “no I can’t I need to focus on it if you want to watch your movie.” “Well okay…” You stopped the music and sat next to him, “let’s go.” San handed you the lyrics he already wrote. You put all your attention on it. “It’s terrible,” he claimed. You shushed him, finger on his lip and continued to read. “They’re pretty good already!” You exclaimed. “I like how you compared the first and innocent love story to a powerful and hot volcano.” He blushed a bit, “ah really?” “Yes!” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, giggling next to his ear. “You’re a genius! Not many people can compare these 2 things.” “I guess I had a good inspiration,” he whispered, trying to hide his red cheeks. “I think you just need to add a little more of feelings, so people could relate. Okay?” you mentioned. He nodded, “thank you.” “Anytime,” you smiled. San hesitate at first, but he finally asked. “Do you want to go on a walk someday? At the Han River?” “It feels like a date invitation,” you chuckled, ignoring that it was a real one. San gulped, for sure something changed for him.

MINGI

“Song Mingi Focus on your work!” You scolded your friend again. “I’m trying but you are breathing crazily!” he replied. Instinctively, you threw a ball of paper right at the back of his head. “Don’t scold me while you are the only one who’s doing his work at the last minute.” Lucky for him, you didn’t see the way his eyes rolled, or you would throw the whole notebook. Mingi needed to write a rap verse for a duet that he would perform with Kevin from TheBoyz. Sadly, because of his schedule and his laziness, he didn’t write anything. He called you at 2AM to help him since Hongjoong was busy with his individual schedule. And he would probably kill him too. “Do you have any idea about what Kevin could have wrote?” you asked, laying on your back, staring at the ceiling. “I know that he’s the one who need ‘to confess’ the first.” He sighed, leaving his desk to join you on his bed. “So, you need a powerful verse. Something that could really attract your fan.” You claimed, rolling in his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Mingi froze. These days, he felt shy toward you every time you were to close to him. He was used to you being clingy time to time, but it never bothered him or made him feel this way. “Maybe, you could sing and not rap. It could be nice.” You giggled. He played with your hair, removing it from your face. “I could give a try,” he smiled. You coughed, a bit before rapping, imitating his deep voice. “Ayo! I’m in love with you! Would you let me date you? I’m your Romeo so please be my Juliette for the good sake! Draaah!” Mingi laughed so hard, next to you, “that was terrible.!” Unexpectedly, he wrapped his arm around you to pull you in a tight hug. “I know that you like when I imitate you!” You giggled in his arms. “Yes, I do,” he whispered, enjoying you being so close. “I like it a lot.”

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was stuck in the vocal room for 3 hours now. The inspiration wasn’t coming at all today. He buried his head on his arms, sighing and claiming that he was a loser who couldn’t write. “You will find something good Wooyoung-ie.” You reassured him. “It’s been 3 hours, and nothing came yet!” He replied, disappointed. You put your phone on a side and next to your best friend. “Come one… it shouldn’t be too hard to write love songs. It’s always the same thing…” you declared. “For you maybe…” You sighed, you really needed to find a way of comforting him. “What about a kitschy brainstorm?” you asked. “Oh? Why not,” he accepted. “Ok, I start,” you smiled happily. “Oppa*… is your father a thief?” “Hum… no why?” he simply replied, cringing a bit at the nickname you chose. “Because he stole all the stars to put it on your eyes.” “Cringyyyyy,” he laughed. “But okay, it was a good one.” You smirked, proudly “I know. Your turn now.” “Okay.” He coughed, preparing mentally. “Y/N… if I was a policeman, I would arrest you instantly. For an excessive beauty limit.” You faked to throw up and pinched his arm, “good one but I didn’t say my last words.” You grabbed his hands, “Wooyoung-ie. You know why I’m the luckiest girl in the world?” “Why?” he raised a brow, feeling his hands becoming moist. “Because I have you in my life.” You declared, looking right at him. Wooyoung blushed instantly and his breathe became heavier. “Seems like I won!” you shouted happily. Your friend balbutiated few words but finally managed to say: “You should go back at home okay! It’s late! Call a taxi and stage okay?” He practically threw your jacket at you and pulled you out of the vocal room. “Ouch! Wooyoung! Your inspiration, you-“ “Yes yes! See you later!” he greeted you before slamming the door right at your face. He left himself slide against the door frame. “What is happening to you Wooyoung?” he whispered, panicking a bit.

*Oppa: literally means “older brother of a female person”. Older brother, very close friend who is older (but not much older!), romantic interest, boyfriend, and sometimes even husband, if they are older.

JONGHO

Jongho was busy the whole week. It was your childhood birthday and he couldn’t manage to spend some time with you. So, if he couldn’t come to the party, the party would come to him. Without even knocking, you entered his bedroom. “Hello Choi Jongho!” He blinked a bit trying to know why you made this fabulous entry. “What are you doing here idiot?” he giggled. “I don’t want you to get all the fun alone,” you said sarcastically, putting delicately the cake on his bed. “It’s not fun at all, I need to find good lyrics, but I need more lessons.” “Did you tried to play guitar in the same time?” It could inspire you.” You said, looking for the lighter. “Yes, I tried to, but nothing fits well.” He stared at you, struggling to light the cake. “Do it again! I want to hear it and at least I can give you my opinion.” You smiled widely. “Okay, if you say.” He accepted, grabbing carefully his guitar, humming the melody. While he was searching for the perfect lyrics, you settled the cake at the center of the bed. You hung up a little birthday banner on the bedhead and listened Jongho, carefully. The maknae loved the atmosphere you prepared. He managed to sing a full verse just by looking at you. Being here for him. As always. “That was pretty good Jongho!” You are just too hard with yourself.” “Probably!” he smiled shyly. You patted the bed, making him understand to sit here, “come here so we can blow our candles.” He nodded and joined you. “Let’s wish to stay together forever okay?” you smiled. “That’s everything I want.” He replied. “More than anything.”

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kuronokiseki · 4 years

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Best Usagi+Misaki Moments (imo)

Yo back with this kind of post again!!!! The last part of the trilogy I guess?? (No!!!!!!!! D:)

Misaki ver: https://kuronokiseki.tumblr.com/post/617551810336555008/best-misaki-moments-imo

Usagi ver: https://kuronokiseki.tumblr.com/post/618193516175196160/best-usagi-moments-imo

Warning: Lots of large images again~ Plus my ramblings :v

Look someone is having a crush ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I’m a strong believer that Misaki is the one who falls first and this is another evidence. I think the reason is because Usagi showed his true nature and it made Misaki fall in love ❤️ 🥺 The older played a big role in helping him getting to a top uni despite his Ds so I can understand how much that will mean alot to Misaki! And this extra chapter? It speaks alot abt Usagi’s kindness. The great lengths he went to make up with Misaki for comparing him with his crush. He pretended he just happened to be there, he apologized, prepared a scarf and hot buns for Misaki beforehand in case he was cold... Awww he’s so sweet how could Misaki not fall in love :”“(

I’m talking abt this!

I do want this plot point to be fleshed out more tbh. Of Misaki hating Usagi at first, then slowly exposed to his kind-hearted self like this and boom he’s in love~ 😳 Wouldn’t it make an interesting enemies-to-lovers? And Misaki pining for Usagi pining for Takahiro but all of them are clueless of this little love triangle hnnnggg I wanna see more of this dynamic

HAH you think I won’t include this scene despite already done in the previous versions no no no IT WILL BE A HUGE CRIME

I also strongly think that Misaki cried for Usagi not just bcs he was being Misaki, it’s also bcs of his love for him :”( How could you not think Misaki is already in love with Usagi when he was thinking “If only I could stay with this person forever. I want to become someone special to him...” and they can’t stop hugging each other (urgghhh the melodrama it hurts)

Imagine feeling heartbroken but you’re not the only one crying... And you’re not facing it alone...

Misaki im-not-gay-4-usagi Takahashi

I totally lost to him! But how can I not to that smiling face? >:////( - Misaki, the tsundere kween

“Not to Takahiro. Not to anyone.” :”“”“““O

Usagi - >:}

Misaki - >:///(

Best quotes in a single panel

Misaki asking Usagi for a date :”““v

Usagi and Misaki having a disagreement

(argh why this pic is so smol) they’re being cute ^w^

Studio Deen didn’t animate this scene >:(

Usagi: *smiles*

Misaki: 😳 ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 🖤 💔 ❣️ 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💘 💝 💟

Annnnddd this scene is soooo much more emotional in the manga. The whole chapter is like a DOUBLE KILL and the fandom was tremendously shook when it first came out in 2012... Me too, was amazed at how superb the writing is, and in awe of how genius Nakamura is... (when handling Romantica lmao)

Haha brings back memories. This was back when we had to rely on scans translated from chinese to english. Even tho now I know how get my own copy and read it by myself, but I’m still thankful for the scanlation groups that never cease to exist and keep the fandom well fed :”( Big thanks to them!

ONCE AGAIN I HAVE NOTICED THAT THIS SCENE IS CHOU YABAIIII omigod look at how Misaki is drunk in pleasure and his lusty eyes looking at his hubby hngggg

THIS CHAPTER CAN BE A WHOLE MOVIE. IT’S SO GREAT. STUDIO DEEN EVEN THO IM DISAPPOINTED AT HOW S3 WENT BUT THANKS TO THE PLOT GETTING BETTER AND BETTER AND MISAKI IS THE FOOKIN MVP PLS MAKE S4 BCS THERE ARE PPL WHO WONT READ THE MANGA PLS PLS MAKE THEM SHOOOOK

That’s what you get for having an boyfriend yearsss older ;-)

Misaki giving Usagi a hj 👀 👀 👀

I noticed that in future chapters, Misaki will do whatever Usagi tells him to during smex. Hmmm Usagi why don’t you teach him how to top or power bottom you in that way then ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or at least, teach him HOW TO SUCC

This is an intense chapter but all I can think of is this panel like SIZE DIFFERENCEEEE

Usagi and Misaki’s “breakup“ XDDD and Misaki’s cute little hmph hmph omg how could I not love this boiii

Some ppl in the fandom: OMG USAGI DESERVES BETTER!!! MISAKI DOESNT RETURN HIS LOVE!!!! >:”“O LOOK AT MY POOR BOI NOT BEING APPRECIATED ENOUGH AND IS UNHAPPY WITH MISAKI >:”(

Usagi:

(But seriously, when this chapter first came out I dived into Mangago to see if anyone’s excited as me bcs of the great writing but nooooope ppl raging abt Misaki not saying I love you in s3 ep 9 which recently aired at that time... I’m going to make another list which is Worst Romantica Moments (imo) and voice my rants further there ._. )

HOLDING HANDSSSS

Look at how he had to bend down to kiss him haha Misaki so smol

SIZE DIFFERENCE AGAIN OMG IM LOVIN THEIR 1 FOOT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

And shall I point out something up to debate? xD WHO REACHED TO HOLD HANDS FIRST

Misaki’s best christmas gift ;-;

Happily bantering ;;-;;

Oh Nakamura, pls dont end Romantica as soon Takahiro knows. I’m happy enough with fluffy chapters like this, them being sooo in love and happy with each other ;w;

KISSING WHILE STROKING EACH OTHERS’ HAIR AAAAAAAHHHHHH SO SOFT SO FLUFFY SO DUJQJDQQKWJDKHDUWQHDKWQD

And how can I not include this golden scene.

Misaki: (OMG USAGI-SAN’S PP HAS GROWN SO BIGGG >//A//<)

Usagi: ...Misaki y so tight

#junjou romantica

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talesofphantombandits · 4 years

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The Loyalty of a Bandit ~ Chapter One.

Summary: Solar Bandit was an Orphan since the age of Five. She now lived her life pick pocketing and stealing to make ends meet. Ryder has been there for her since before she can remember, they were tied to each other and made a packed to marry one day. But what happens when she steals from a charming pilot in the Cantina and he changes her life forever.

Character pairing: Poe Dameron/OC character. Warnings: probably mild language. If this chapter does well, then I’ll be writing the rest of the chapters before sharing. If you would like to be tagged let me know, I will start a tagging list <3 Enjoy.

Solars outfit. (Source: Pintrest) ____________________________________________________________

“Where are you going?”

I walked out of my room and headed towards the door, picking up my long coat off the back of a chair as I walked past.

“Out.” I snapped.

“I swear Solar if you bring those Storm troopers to my door again, you’re out.”

I open the door but turned to look back at Frieda who was in her favourite chair slumped by the fire. This is where you’d always find her, she was the typical grumpy old women. She even had the straw grey hair that sat in a bun atop of her head. I wouldn’t say she was a guardian of sorts but she owned the little room I slept in, so she was more of a landlord. I’d been here since I was five years old when my parents were mysteriously murdered and I become an orphan.

That’s when I turned to stealing, pick pocketing you name it. I did whatever it took to survive, at least the experience had given me a hard exterior. I’d learnt to fight and protect myself. It paid to keep the roof over my head, Frieda was kind enough women but at the first opportunity to kick me out I think she would she would take it in a heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I shut the door, putting my hood up and scarf over my mouth. The streets were dusty, the sand could get everywhere imaginable but I’d learnt to cover up well. This kept the dust out and kept the harmful sun off my skin.

I headed down the hill towards the hanger, I was hoping that Ryder would have finished repairs on the old abandoned X-Wing. The resistance was something of a mystery to us, I don’t think anyone on this planet has seen a resistance fighter. Unfortunately we’d seen way too many First Order troops. So where the X-Wing had come from was unknown, but it was exciting.

“How’s it going Ry, any progress?” I propped myself on his cluttered desktop, however many times I’d tidied it when bored. Ryder always managed to get it to the same level of messy. I should learn my lesson and just leave it alone, but it was something to do during evenings I spent in here while he worked on machines.

He emerged from behind the wing wiping his hands on a old rag. “Nearly finished actually, wasn’t as torn up as I thought.”

He smiled at me sweetly and walking his way over to where I’d perched. Ryder was tall, probably about 6’1. He had dusty blonde medium length hair and a toned physique. But my favourite part had always been the ocean blue eyes. I looked up as he approached and looked into them smiling at how beautiful he was. I handed him his flask that sat next to me, he stood just in front of me his thighs touching my knees.

“Thanks Sol.” He chugged nearly the whole flask before continuing. “You going to the cantina?” He put the flask back where it belonged on the workstation then put his hand on my knee.

“Unfortunately yes, rents due soon.” I made a sad puppy face. I didn’t like stealing from people, I always carried a wave of guilt when I did. But I also liked food, water and keeping myself alive.

He just chuckled at me, stroking my cheek. “Well be careful, I need you back to me in once piece.” He smiled, kissing the top of my head. He moved back towards the X-Wing.

I hopped down, saluting him. “Yes, Sir, You get that X-wing ready for tomorrow. I’m excited to take it out for a spin!”

“Yes ma’am. She’ll be ready for you.” I just giggled and waved to him, he just waved his rag at me.

I skipped out of the hanger making my way over the dune to the old Cantina with a smile on my face. Ryder had been my only friend for many years now, we had made a pact to get married seen as it had just been us for so long. We felt like we kind of owed it to each other to stick together seen as we’d come this far. I definitely loved him, at least I think I did. I hadn’t really been exposed to relationships, only being around Ryder.

He was a brilliant mechanic, his talents were being wasted on this dull planet. The amount of craft he’d fixed up in record time always amazed me. He’d even let me take out the ones he’d found and fixed up, flying was an escape from this place. It was also comforting to know I could fly us out of here if we ever needed to escape.

As I entered the cantina I stood leaning against the back wall, starting to scope the tables and stools for my first victim. This was the routine flirt a little, bat the eyelashes and when they were totally sucked in mess with them a little while taking all the precious goods they had idly left in their deep pockets. They would be none the wiser. It wasn’t anything genius or complex, I was no spy. But I had yet to be caught out, I’d had one close call in the thirteen years I’d been at it.

I was scanning over the bar stools when a man with curly hair grabbed my attention, he had his back to me but the expensive looking leather jacket set jackpot bells off in my head.

“Bingo.”

I slowly made my way to the empty stool next to him, lowering my voice. “Is this seat taken?” I pointed down to it.

He placed his glass down, turning to look at me. To say he was a little taken a back that someone was talking to him would be a big understatement.

He was silent so I looked at him properly. Dam he was beautiful. He had a head full of curls, warm chocolate eyes and honey toned skin. I nearly turned and walked away, this man was most certainly too stunning to rob. I quickly shook my head that was nonsense I wasn’t going to start giving people special treatment just because god clearly made him his favourite. You either rob him or you live on the streets, you can’t be picky I told myself.

“No.” He spoke finally. His voice was deep but calming. He smiled at me, I had to sit down before my legs turned to jelly. “Please, join me.”

Taking a deep breath I sat, reminding myself that I had Ryder waiting for me back at the hanger. But this guy was so hypnotising.

“What brings you here?” He ordered me a drink.

“Just got off work, I needed a pick me up. But then I saw you sitting here by yourself.” I said thanking the barman as he handed me my glass.

I turned my body in the stool so that I could face the stranger to see him better.

“How did you know I was alone?” He turned as well resting one arm on the bar, He was still smiling at me, It was almost blinding.

“Well are you here with someone?” I raised my eyebrow at him sipping on my drink I crossed one of my legs over the other. My knee rested against his thigh.

He looked down where our bodies now barley touched and slowly said. “No.”

“Then you’re here alone.” I downed the rest of my drink while he stared at me with a mixed look of confusion and interest.

I just laughed. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, now if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” He pointed at me with his glass in hand and took a swig.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders shuffling a little more forward. “Maybe I like putting myself in danger.” I said even lower.

Now it was his turn to look surprised. I gauged his reaction for a second and then I just laughed, licking my lips.

“I’m joking I swear. But seriously, I’ve never seen you around here before. You look different from all the other deadbeat ass holes in this place.” I looked around the room, nothing different from most nights.

He shook his head, smirking like it was the best compliment in the world. “Just passing through.” He stated simply.

I eyed him suspiciously as he downed the rest of his drink and slammed it lightly onto the bar. I looked at the glass then back to his face to find him studying me.

“What?”

“What’s your name?” He said so quietly that I almost didn’t catch it.

“I don’t think we’re quite on first name basis yet.” Both his eyebrows shot up. “You could be with the First Order for all I know, I don’t need someone like that knowing my name.”

He laughed. “I promise you, I’m quite the opposite. What do I have to do to earn knowing your name?”

I stood up slowly, his eyes never left my face.

I was so thankful for how dark the cantina was, I’d never been this flushed during a routine thieving. I moved to stand directly in front of him, I leaned over and whispered in his ear as calm as I could.

“The next time you’re passing by. Come find me and I’ll tell you how.” I placed my hand on his arm, a wave of heat shot up to my elbow. I trailing my hand up to his shoulder. I slowly started walked away patting him lightly before heading to the exit.

I waited until I got round the corner and out of sight before looking down at the metal object, it looked expensive. Expensive enough to pay my rent for two months. But why did I feel so bad about it? A quick thought of going back and explaining, apologising to him crossed my mind but it was only there for a brief second. But I felt a pull to this man.

I knew that I had no time to dwell on it I had to kept going, I turned down a gloomy alley way but got an instant feeling that someone was behind me.

I hadn’t even got halfway down when the feeling became intense, suddenly I was pushed face first into the wall.

“Ouch! hey! get off of me!” I wiggled but the grip they had on me was tight.

“I thought you were a good girl.”

I scrunched my face up in annoyance, it was the guy from the cantina.

“I can explain, I swear.” I tried to fight his grip so I could turn to him.

“Think were a little past that sweetheart.” He leaned into my ear.

I pushed back a little harder gathering some strength from somewhere, that or the fighting skills I had taught myself where finally kicking in. When the man stumbled a little I took the chance, kicked back making him fall to the ground.

I slumped forward down the wall but managed to get my bearings pushing myself off the wall with my hands, I started to run again. I didn’t get far though as he caught my arm, pulling me back.

This time my chest was pinned up against his, he held my arms firm behind my back.

“Tut tut.” He shook his head. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

He started to search my person, most likely for the object. “Do you mind? You’re violating my personal space.”

He finally found it in the pocket of my side bag. He brought it up in front of my face observing it. “Well you violated my personal space first sweetheart.” He smirked at me. “All this over one little object.”

I just rolled my eyes slowly and sighed. “That little object could keep me alive for two months. What would it do for you pretty boy.”

I stared at his chest so I didn’t have to look at his eyes. He decided to ignore my comment. “You know I should be mad, but honestly I’m kind of impressed.”

My eyes shot up to his, I gave him a confused look.

“I honestly would have never noticed it missing, that’s if the guy I was giving it too hadn’t of shown up early. Low and behold it was no longer there. You were the only person who had been that close to me.” He looked over my face. “Normally I’m sharper than this.”

“Did I catch you on a off day?” I tried to pull away again but he pulled me back tighter to his chest.

He looked around us then looked back into my eyes. “I want you to come with me.”

He started to move us but I pulled him to a stop, our chests clashing again. “Go with you where. How can I trust you, I don’t even know who you are. Are you taking me to get arrested, because I promise you I’ll put up a good fight.”

“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you stole from me Darling. But no I’m not taking you to the authorities.”

I grinded my jaw, he was right. I put myself in his position how the hell was I going to get out of it.

“Then where are you taking me.” I stood my ground as he tried to make me walk.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way. You’re a smart girl, I advise you to listen to me.”

He let go of me and stepped back, I stared at him confused. He was letting me decide, was I going to follow him nicely or was I going to try run. He really wasn't expecting me not to try right? I turned to run the other way but again he was faster, grabbing my arm and then my shoulders.

“I’m sorry but you brought it upon yourself”

Brought what upon myself?

Soon his hands on my shoulders got tighter it dug into my skin, I tried to shuffle away but his grip was too tight.

I stared to loosing consciousness, taking a deep breath. The last thing I remember was falling backwards into his chest and him picking me up bridal style.

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wingsporkhalo · 4 years

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He’s Mine: A BakuDeku Fic Spork- Chapter 3

Eyyy it’s time for chapter 3! Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Last time, Katsuki attempted to confess his “love,” Izuku was forced to dress as a girl, Shoto kidnapped Izuku, I ranted about people uke-fying my favorite characters, and Kirishima offered some terrible advice! In today’s installment, Shoto makes terrible jokes and lies to Izuku’s mother, Izuku and Shoto go on a date, and our helpless damsel protagonist gets attacked by a villain!! Also, I provide several of my own takes on the pairing! Special thanks as always to @kittykatz009, @the-wizard-l, @satsuneade, and Phos! Thanks especially for the art, Satsu! LOL

Me: Thanks for the summary, Izuku, but wouldn't your time be better spent experiencing new events?

"OH WELL AS LONG AS THEY SAID SORRY, MY SUFFERING IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS! EVERYTHING'S GOOD!!"

Wiz: OH JOY Me:

My mum shouted me

That's right. She just... threw her head back and screamed MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as loud as she could One of our neighbors thumped on the wall. "MAKE HER STOP DOING THAT!" I heard a muffled voice roar on the other side. "I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I don't know why it keeps happening!!" Wiz: JTRHSDGF

Satsu: Oh god Phos: Jeez Me: Wow, okay, sure, just declare yourself someone's boyfriend without asking them first. Wh... Where's Inko going? cOME BACK! WE NEED AN ADULT PRESENT Satsu: Okay but why isn't Inko questioning Deku about this!??? Me: FOR REAL THOUGH "Also, I found some girls' clothing in your bag... Honey, you know you can tell me anything. Is... everything all right? You know I love you no matter what, right?" "mOM STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME" Satsu: HER ONLY SON HAVING A BOYFRIEND FOR THW FIRST TIME SHOULD BE AN IMPORTANT MATTER Ndvdkfbfkfbksbd Phos: "Truth is I got dressed up in it against my will." "Did they apologize?" "Yes" "Then that’s all right!" Me: I'd love to say it's completely out of character for Shoto to respond to a question with a shitty pun he's no doubt spent hours coming up with... but I could definitely see him doing that, actually but not THIS shitty pun Not THIS one this one... is uNBEARABLE SAVE ME lskjfslkdj pHOS I like how there's a lone quotation mark there, like that line was so fucking bad that even the punctuation is trying to separate itself from it Satsu: SKBFKWBGKDBSKDJIDBFJD 😂 😂 Me: AFTER THE PARK?? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THERE? WAS THAT JUST NOT IMPORTANT??? AREN'T YOU WRITING ABOUT THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIP?? WHAT THE FUCK Wiz: tjdafgfdhgfhg Me: THIS PERSON'S WRITING!!! IS SO FUCKING BORING!!! PLEASE, GIVE ME SOMETHING!! THE CLOSEST WE EVER GOT TO DESCRIPTION WAS THE LOST CAT THING AND EVEN THAT WAS COMPLETELY INANE Oh boyyyyy the next part

Satsu: They just got there and went back lol Me: I wish this author could be stoped Satsu: Omg she had FANS XDDD Phos: She has tiny electrical fans in her mouth. They’re completely shorted out by now, but that’s what you get. Me: "I'm glad I'm here with you, Tod--I mean, Shoto-kun." "Me too, Izuku." [silence. A crow flies overhead. Crickets chirp.] "Well, this was nice, Izuku, but I should be getting home." "Wh...what? But we just g... uh. O-Okay...??" Satsu: KDBDKFBFJX Me: [throws some rabbits in the air] Two high-up buns I mean, you ain't wrong, Toga DOES have lots of fans, but how could you tell that from looking in her mouth?? A Japanese girls uniform? Uh... is... is there a uniform that all Japanese girls must wear? That sounds like some kind of dystopian hellscape??? Wiz: Not wearing your japanese girl uniform? sirens start up Me:

(Guessed who it is ;))

Yeah, as with everything in your writing, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. It may take a psychologist, however. Satsu: Poor Deku, can't really defend himself even though he has One for all's power and has defeated so many villains already :( Me: I KNOW LIKE WHAT THE FUCK 😂

"Your cute come with me!"

Okay like... if you're going to bother putting an actual yandere into the story, let alone one who is canonically in love with Izuku/wants to murder him, don't you think her dialogue should be a little more characteristic?? Like, uhhh, "I've been waiting to see you again, Izuku-kun! Did you miss me?? I missed you. But it's okay. You'll never go anywhere without me again~" Y'KNOW SOMETHING SCARY AND UNSETTLING Satsu: "hey cutie ;)" Phos: That’s really good dialogue on short notice, Mom Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ALIWAY [someone points to a girl named Ali] "about 140 pounds" aww, thanks Phos!! <3 Why would Izuku follow her though?? He KNOWS what Himiko Toga looks like!! He has fought her before!! Good lord!!

When I saw it my body trembled and I backed up to the wall

Bitch!! This kiddo faced down the League of Villains, The Hero Killer Stain, a humongous freakshow four times his size with prehensile muscles, a performance-enhanced metalbender, several morons in plague masks, and a terrifying maniac who had rearranged his body into a titanic monstrosity with four arms, and didn't back down!!! What the fuck show are you watching???

She cut my cheek

And Izuku just... stood there, I guess, with a bit of drool escaping his semi-open mouth as he stared at nothing vacantly. Wiz: :’)))))) Me: And then he just passes out for no reason?? I?? I don't get it! Was it because of the explosion? Did he get cut a bunch more times (but we never knew because the author was incapable of describing it to us) and pass out from blood loss? Or is he just so frightened of this admittedly-terrifying girl that he just swooned onto the ground???

Sure. Because visiting Deku is something he does all the time I guess. This is so pointless, so bad, so unbelievably boring, oh my god author I've met trees with more personality than your writing. Literally I read a book where a tree was the main character and it was one of the most interesting books I've ever read Wiz: y e p Me: also, there's the "my deku" again [rolling eyes] Satsu: oh god

Satsu: Did Kacchan seriously stalk him for more than two hours Me:

I ran to wards

I hope it was to a psych ward; that's where I'm headed after reading this. Satsu: was it really two hours because nothing happened there apparently Me:

And hit her in the face with my quirk. When I was done beating her up

Oh my god you idiot. You fool. You are like a little baby. Himiko Toga is not so easy to defeat. She's a notorious killer who's wanted for dozens of murders, and she's also a master of deception, extraordinarily quick-witted, and really good at knowing when it's time to skedaddle. >:C Satsu: Two things: He didn't recognize her even though she's from the league of villains Also, he just... Left her there..... Jaz: I'm so offended that they butchered Toga's characterization like this Me:

"Deku?" I asked while shaking him a bit. But he didn't respond

Oh god, he's finally succumbed to shaken baby syndrome from all these people infantilizing him Wiz: fdghjDSFGHJ Me:

I checked his puls

His what now? Wiz: his puls Me: gOD STOP SHAKING HIM OH MY GOD Bridle style. I can only assume this means he wrapped Izuku around the muzzle of a horse Wiz: oh my god Me: Oh, so suddenly Inko is back at the house again?? "A crazy girl tried to kill him with a knife" "IS HE OKAY??" "...I mean, obviously not. Did you not hear what I just said" Satsu: The puls 😂 😂

Jaz: Bakugou. What. The. Fuck. Me: I went up stairs. Just... some random stairs. I went up them. Yo but for real though... WHY DID IZUKU PASS OUT I don't think more intense stalking is the answer, Katsuki So like... how do you say "had of" but then later use the correct "would've"??? I? Maybe don't rub your finger in his fresh wound, Kacchan?? Wiz: o w Me: "Deku... who did this to you?!" "Oh that? Don't worry about that. I was chasing a stray cat and it, uh, got a little temperamental" "...were you shirtless during this?" "Yeah!" "........why??" "I had just gotten out of the shower." "................look, never mind. My fault for asking." I like how Katsuki's like "I'll make her pay for hurting Deku" but for the past decade it has in fact been him who has been hurting Deku Wiz: OH RIP Satsu: OH LORD Me: I don't get it; why is he just rubbing all these scratches? I can understand if he like, gently traced them with his finger? but you keep saying RUBBING and I'm like, what kind of strange fetish is that??? Wiz: That sounds ow fjcmv Me: So he just intently stares at his childhood "friend" until he himself loses consciousness. Sure. Makes sense. Inko pokes her head in later like "Boys, I made you some sna--oh. They're asleep. Uhh, I guess I should call Mitsuki and let her know Katsuki's staying over... that's nice. He hasn't spent the night since they were four" Satsu: Aww that's actually cute, but very impossible in canon 😂 Jaz: Lol it really is Me: that reminds me of a tiny something I wrote thanks to one of these badfics that I should share with y'all

Jaz: Hey look, it me Me: When u stan two characters becoming friends instead of becoming boyfriends Satsu: Omg 😭 😭 😭 😭 Jaz: FRIENDSHIP Me: YEP I friend-ship them so hard (': Satsu: SLOW-BURN FRIENDSHIP Me: SLOW BURN FRIENDSHIP ALSKDAJ;FKLD I LOVE IT Jaz: Hey, that is AMAZING Me: Katsuki: Fuck that. [holds up his hands, which are sparking] I burn everything fast Kirishima just puts a hand on his shoulder like "whoa, slow down there, ya little pyro"

OKAY, WHAT THE HELL! TOGA INTRODUCES HERSELF TO IZUKU WHEN THEY FIRST MEET, AND LATER WHEN THEY MEET AGAIN HE REMEMBERS HER BY NAME (and Toga looks... uhhh, a little too happy about that). HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS Satsu: Kzbdkfbjejdbd I'm crying at the had placed his head on his chest Me: I'm crying at the fact that apparently Bakugou is able to wrap his hand entirely around Izuku, because I guess he suddenly has Kendou from class 1-B's Quirk now And also "I tured my head" like oh really? Did you need a ture guide? Was it like, an Inside Out thing?? The idea of Izuku sleeping with his head on Katsuki's chest is cute, but I don't think they would willingly arrange themselves like that. It's more of a "we happened to pass out like this after being smashed out of the sky by a villain" pose, and when one of them wakes up they'd be like "aAAAH OH CHRIST OH FUCK [scrambles away like they just woke up cuddling a giant spider]" "he moanded" oh my god save me 😂 Wiz: moanded Satsu: Oh nooooooooo

Wiz: wh Me: "as soon as he [let go of me] I got away from him" Hey look, the first in-character thing that's happened THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME I like how Inko only exists when the author needs her to

"Coming!" I shouted back

Already? He only moanded once WHY WAS THAT ALL YOU HEARD FROM YOUR MOM? IS SHE LIKE, FADING OUT OF EXISTENCE AGAIN? MAYBE ASK HER WHAT SHE MEANS BEFORE SHE BECOMES MIST? "HEY MOM, DO YOU MEAN HE HAS YOUR BLESSING TO CONTINUE TO ABUSE AND TORMENT ME LIKE HE'S BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 11 YEARS OR SO??" Wiz: :'))) Me: plus, is she forgetting that a DIFFERENT attractive teenager claimed to be Izuku's boyfriend yesterday?? Jaz: my head hurts from this

Wiz: There is so much happening but also nothing, I'm just. what. Me: Izuku is so fucking dumb in this story that he, to use a phrase I saw in a post today, "wouldn't know how to pour water out of a boot if there were instructions on the heel" Wiz: I freaking love that phrase Jaz: "but Kacchan was already finished.... I guess we have that in common" WHAT THE FUCK Me: And again, he only moanded once. Pitiful Jaz: get these bois to a doctor Satsu: And that's why they have to marry Because they have so much in common Me: Also, why is Izuku clutching his chest? Did he sprout boobs because the author has feminized him so fucking much?

He scoffed his breakfast down.

Okay. "You call yourself a waffle? Pathetic. Eggo, you say? More like, Egad, this waffle sucks." Jaz: WING OMG

Me: Without the umbrella? I suppose it's just as well. Even if it was raining, the author would never tell us Jaz: THEY SPELLED “DAMNED” RIGHT OH MY GOD Me:

while walking

oh my god, for real? couldn't you at least tack that onto some dialogue? Like, I asked while walking??? Jaz: too much work. they had to put all the effort into spelling damned right Me: PFFFFFFFFF The last line there is so depressing because it means the author IS aware of how Katsuki acts in canon... and has chosen to write him this way regardless

"I'm... mm [struggles to speak]" "Kacchan?? Are you okay??" "Yes, it's just that whenever I try to say something in-character my mouth snaps shut and I MMM-MM [flails around desperately]" "[panicking] oH NO! WHOSE QUIRK IS CAUSING THIS" Satsu: Ldbdkdbdkf Me: I like how the author makes Katsuki delay telling him The Big Important Thing until after school... which adds like a whole 6 sentences to the story instead of being a "haha, you'll have to wait for it, readers!" thing And I like how Izuku is self-aware enough to tell people where he's going and who he's hanging out with, but not self-aware enough to realize that he's in a love triangle apparently. Satsu: Of course this is the thing I decided to do to finish my art block lmao

Me: lKJF;LGKSEJRG;AWLKJGD;LKJE;GIJW;EGJS;LKJS;GLSKGJF Wiz: oh my god beauty Me: IM GONAN FUCEKN CRY OMGGGGGG Satsu: THEBIMAGE WAS STUCK IN MY HEAD, I AH TO DO IT LOLLL Me: I LAUGHED SO HARD THAT I CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT AND COUGHED A LOT [WHEEZES] Phos: Oh my GOLLY THAT’S SO GREAT Satsu: I'M SO SORRY MOM DLVDKDVDKD Me: "Close your eyes!" "Uhhh, Kacchan? Last time you held something behind your back and told me to close my eyes, you threw an angry squirrel at me and then recorded me running around trying to get it off me" "Psh, that was a long time ago, nerd. I'm different now." "That was last week, Kacchan"

"Is it--" "It's not a fucking squirrel, all right! Just do it!!" "o-okay!" Jaz: that picture is so beautiful omg Kacchan isn't going to be happy you dropped those roses Me: Mkay so if Bakugou suddenly kissed him, I think Izuku would leap back and be like "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING TO BE KACCHAN" "No, it's--listen, it's really me, okay?" "LIAR! WHERE IS THE REAL KACCHAN?!" "I'm right here, you moron! [puts both hands on his chest] I'm Katsuki Bakugou! Cross my heart!" "AHA! YOU'VE SLIPPED UP! KACCHAN DOESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS!!" "Wow, that was kind of fucking uncalled for, but I guess I can see why you'd say that" Jaz: lmao oh my god Wiz: DPESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS Satsu: Kdbsjdhdbd I love that when you write them it's like they go back to normal, oh my babies ;-; Maybe the're just actors on a very bad romance series Me: And then yeah he would absolutely yell at him for dropping the flowers and Izuku would be like "[squints suspiciously] .......Kacchan?" "YES, for the three trillionth time. Jesus, I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't know you were THIS dumb. Now pick up those fucking flowers before I blast a hole through you" "[clutching his own head] wHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGG" Jaz: now THAT'S the Kacchan he knows! Me: What a beautiful greeting for a heartfelt love letter

Wiz: they spelled damn right :oooo Me: I know; it's almost as amazing as their utter disregard for canon Jaz: oh jesus Me: Izuku would stare at that letter for ages and find a hidden message in it Izuku, reading the note: "Hey, damn nerd... Even though I didn't get to tell you yesterday, I was trying to say that I'm in Love with you. I want to go out with you. Let me know what you think. PS- Tell anyone else and you're dead." [long pause] "...............oh my god... the first letter of each line... HE'S IN TROUBLE!! I HAVE TO SAVE HIM" Jaz: Afudshgoudshuigdsh

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Next time: The last installment, in which Katsuki and Shoto fight over our damsel!

#mha #my hero academia #badfic #bad fanfiction #hes mine #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #bakudeku #tododeku

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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Ch. 3 of Skin on Skin, Hearts Laid Bare: Sign Here For A Lifetime Supply of Love (Sanny)

Summary (of Whole Series): They started off cuddling as a necessity in chilly tents and cramped car rides, but it eventually became something much, much more Sam finds that there isn't a safer place in the world, no where else he'd rather be, than when he's wrapped up in his best friend's strong, caring arms. And Danny, he just can't get enough of the feeling of Sam's silky smooth skin spread out underneath his hands. A chronicle of Samuel Kiszka and Daniel Wagner's budding love.

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner

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Summary of Chapter 3: "A bird whistled, and Danny mimicked the sound, making Sam look at him with what could only be described as dripping affection. It ran down their bodies, flowing over the knot of their hands and falling in small splashes along the path as they walked, leaving a trail of love like Hansel and Gretel. They came to the waterfall, and Danny turned his head to face Sam, love clear in his eyes. His lids fluttered shut and his lips puckered as he leaned in for a kiss, gathering Sam closer to him."

Length: about 3.2k

Warnings/Tags: cuddling, kissing, fluff, attempted humor, swimming, nature boys, dreams, romance, flirting, soulmates

Author's Notes: My lovely dear @satans-helper , I am SO grateful that you take the time out of your day to go over my writing to give me all of the wonderful feedback that you do. It really does improve it a lot, and, of course, your reactions and encouragement make me feel so warm inside.

@rogers-wristbands you said they go swimming, I say yes! I hope you like this, thank you so much for the suggestion :) I'm also gonna tag @lazingonsunday @mercuryyrising @mountainofthesunn @oblvions @karrotkate @lantern-inthenight @okietrish @bigthighsandstupidguys because I'm pretty sure y'all will be happy to see this? As far as I can tell y'all like Sanny so I'm taking a wild guess and tagging ya

Inspired in part by @satans-helper / thelazarus 's No One Else (ah-mazing), then of course it took another direction because I don't be about that copying. Also, they just belong in nature. Happy hippy boys are lover boys

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"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. *What do I do? I swim, I love to swiiiimmmm!*"

"DANNY. If you don't- fuck, pleugh!" Sam paused, choking on water. "If you don't fucking stop I will drown you!"

"But you have to keep swimming, Sammy! *You're* gonna drown if you don't. Unless you want me to carry you?" Danny asked. He was in a ridiculously good mood, and, being so energetic and happy to be in the water, had forgotten that Sam wasn't quite as strong as he was, nor did he possess as much stamina. His best friend was, frankly, exhausted.

"No! This was my idea, I don't need you to carry me!"

And Sam was a little testy, too. As much as he loved seeing Danny's muscles working in the water - or, better yet, feel them pick him up like he weighed nothing - the fact that Danny was just so fast and wouldn't slow down for Sam had him on edge. He'd been chasing tail for an hour, but it kept running away!

"Just, slow down a bit!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tire you out so much, I was just having fun."

"It's alright," Sam sighed, now calmed down in the cradle of Danny's thick arms. "I'm glad you're enjoying myself, just let me have some fun too."

"Oh? What kind of fun do you want to have?" Danny questioned, slowly moving them closer to the shallows of the lake.

"I want to go hike up to the waterfall, but, later. Right now, I just want to float while you hold me."

"We can do that," Danny said softly. He anchored his feet in the sand bank, letting Sam rest his head on his shoulder in the neck deep water. Their arms were wound around each other, Sam's legs floating up to the left as Danny held onto him.

Nature immersed them in her soundtrack: birds twittering, leaves rustling, insects humming, and the breeze lapping gentle waves onto the shore. All was at peace, with the world and in their hearts.

Sam's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes closed to face the warm August sunshine. Danny watched him, observing the slight shadows playing over his face as a cloud passed overhead. Sam's lips parted, and Danny was nearly certain that he was going to start snoring - he hadn't moved in nearly 20 minutes - when Sam spoke.

"Is this what heaven feels like?"

Danny hummed. "I don't know, Sammy. No one knows what heaven will be like, if there is one at all, until we get there."

"I hope we go together," Sam said, sitting up slightly in the water. Danny caught him when the movement nearly pitched him under, grabbing the silky skin over Sam's ribs with his hands to steady him.

"I don't want to live without you, but I don't want to be dead without you, either. It wouldn't be heaven if you weren't there," Sam continued.

"I'll be there," Danny promised, pressing their foreheads together. He didn't know what that would entail, or when it would happen, but he and Sam were going out together, he knew it in his soul like he knew Sam was his soul-mate.

"We just made a death pact," Sam giggled, switching from somber to giggly Sammy like that. It always amazed Danny how quickly Sam could process and move on, his genius brain working at twice the speed of anyone around them, it seemed. And yet, Sam never left him behind, never made him feel left out; quite the opposite, Danny was often at the center of Sam's world, a warm fact he'd come to accept after hearing it so many times from Sam's mouth itself.

"Should we kiss on it?" Danny asked, laughing, too. "You know, to seal the deal?"

"Protect the pact from attack?"

"Give our engagement a worthwhile entanglement?"

"Save the loot from the boot?"

"Okay, that last one didn't make any sense!"

"Well, neither did yours!" Sam retorted. "'Give our engagement a worthwhile entanglement'? What the heck does that even mean?"

"It means we're gonna kiss to finalize the agreement, silly!"

Sam's mouth was a pretty little 'O'. Danny leaned in and gave it the barest of pecks, pulling back quickly and flushing dull red in the sunlight.

"Oh, c'mon! That wasn't a kiss! Where's my entanglement?" Sam laughed, surprise knocked out of him.

"Well, if you say so..." Danny trailed off, moving in close again.

"I do," Sam breathed against his lips, both hands holding Danny's head steady.

Danny had one hand on the small of his back, pressing Sam into himself, and the other gripping his right thigh, hoisting Sam up effortlessly in the water to wrap his legs around him.

Sam's lower lip made contact with Danny's as he jumped up, both of them freezing at the extensive contact of cool, moist skin below the water and still warm mouths above it.

Their lips slid, Sam to the left and Danny to the right, until they were locked in a sweet embrace. Slick warmth, comfort, and faintly barbeque flavored saliva was passed between them as they slowly kissed; no tongue, but soft, wet, open mouth presses that left no doubt in either's mind the strength of the bond they had curated over a lifetime, til death do them part.

"This is, like, one of those memorable scrapbook moments, ya know?" Sam said, pulling back after a minute. "Our first kiss in our favorite lake, just the two of us out on a perfect day."

Danny quirked his brow. "This isn't our first kiss, dude," he huffed, though he was amused.

"What? Yes it is. I'd have remembered if we kissed before, I'm pretty fucking sure."

"Don't you remember that one time you went to kiss my cheek and you planted one right on me?"

"That doesn't count! It's gotta be intentional, this was our first kiss with *intention*."

"Okay, okay, sure."

Sam splashed a little bit of water at him, getting the clear droplets in Danny's hair. Danny yanked - gently - on Sam's own tresses, nearly pulling his head backwards underwater but letting up early enough to make it clear he was joking.

"So, how was your first kiss with a guy?" Sam asked, grinning.

"This wasn't my first kiss with a guy."

"Again, I call bullshit! You've never kissed a guy, I know this for a fact."

"Uh, hello? Do you not remember when Josh tried to make out with me at that New Years party?"

"Also doesn't count," Sam snorted. "He was macking on everybody, hell, he even kissed Jake out in the open after he had all those shots. And, key word 'trying'. You pushed him away before your lips really touched."

"When did you become such an expert on kissing?" Danny asked, amused.

Sam brought their heads together again, like he was telling a little secret. He stroked Danny's face and whispered in his ear, "Puberty."

They both cracked up, clinging to each other in the water. Despite having just made out for the first time - and having that rock their world so much it made them sane - nothing was going to stop Sam and Danny from being Sam and Danny, resident-best-friend-goofballs.

Sam kept snickering, still sitting on Danny's canted hips with arms wrapped around each other. He wiggled in surprise when Danny put a hand on his ass, squeezing it through the thin fabric of his mini shorts.

"I think we should do the hike naked."

"I think that's a great way to get a bug bite on your dick. When we get to the waterfall, though, we can go skinny dipping."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Danny asked, turning and running to the shore as swiftly as the water would allow him with Sam still in his arms, his former hyperactiveness renewed.

Sam jumped down before he could be tossed onto the sand by Danny's over-eager legs tripping up. He rung out what water he could from his hair, putting it up in a bun and them helping Danny gather his own at the back of his head. He stooped down to pick up his bag and sunglasses, thwarting the anticipated ass smack with a sudden somersault.

Danny stared down at Sam lying on the sand, arm still raised in the air where Sam's ass had been moments ago. He raised a brow in slight apology, helping Sam get back up with an offered hand.

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd object so much."

"What, now that we've kissed once you think you have free reign to treat me like your bitch?" Sam asked, though he was obviously teasing.

"No, I would never. You've never minded before, though."

"Well, things have changed, haven't they?"

"I'm not sure."

It didn't feel like it. They were still themselves, and not looking any different to the other; perhaps only their eyes were now open to more ways to mess around with each other.

"I can't believe we kissed. Like, we were actually making out for a whole minute!" Sam said, a little awed. He had been, perhaps, covering for his shock with some extra sassiness.

"I know, me either," Danny breathed.

They both gaped and giggled like loons, not sure what to make of that reality. Like Sam had said, it was definitely memorable.

"Alright, let's get going before it gets too chilly to swim again."

Sam nodded and fell into step next to Danny, heading towards the North-bound trail to the waterfall that fed into the lake. Their wet feet were coated in the sand, dirt, and mud, making the brown of their Birkenstocks even browner.

Danny caught Sam's hand, swinging it as they made their way through the trees, leaves obscuring the lake except for occasional shimmering glimpses.

A bird whistled, and Danny mimicked the sound, making Sam look at him with what could only be described as dripping affection. It ran down their bodies, flowing over the knot of their hands and falling in small splashes along the path as they walked, leaving a trail of love like Hansel and Gretel.

They had to unlace their fingers to climb up the boulder at the end of the journey, using all four hands, and feet, too, to boost themselves up and over it. On the other side, roaring loud enough to drown out the birdsong that Danny had joined in on, was the waterfall.

Sam immediately ran down the shining, wet rock towards the river's edge, Danny following along more cautiously behind him, finding a spot to set their stuff down. First the bags went, then the shoes, and finally the swim trunks were pulled down and they were bared to the world.

Turning to grin at him, Sam stood in all his glowing, glorious nudity, backed by the mists of the waterfall behind him. Danny stepped forward, catching him around the waist.

Sam's lashes fluttered, his mouth pouting and seeming to draw Danny in. His hands landed on Danny's strong shoulders, feeling the hot shift of muscle beneath as Danny brought them close.

The fronts of their thighs were touching, spreading an electricity made even more volatile by the water still dotting their skin. Sam leaned forward, putting them belly to belly, chest to chest, groin to groin.

"Do you want me to carry you, now?" Danny murmered, dark eyes locked right below Sam's clavicle, as if he could actually see his beating heart. He had a crazed need, sometimes, to just hold Sam, to lift him up and away from others so that he could be all Danny's; Sam never minded.

Sam didn't respond, simply walked himself backwards slowly, carefully, with Danny following along, to the edge of the rock. The boulder was a cracked off part of the cliffside that the water ran over, raised higher as if it was nature's intention to be the diving rock all teenagers saw it as.

They locked eyes, counted to three, and jumped together into the deepest pocket of the water. Danny surfaced, gasping a little at the shock of ice melt cold - even though it was August - and Sam came up a second later. They swam with fierce, determined kicks towards the pebbled shore further on from the boulder, fighting hard against the sucking current from the waterfall.

"Whew, man, I always forget how cold it is up here."

Sam nodded, immediately wrapping himself around Danny in the shin deep water and holding to him - and his body heat - tight. Danny grabbed him right back, sitting on the rocks with Sam in between his legs, both lying halfway in the stream.

"I'm always worried that we'll be too shocked with how cold it is to swim well enough and fast enough to get back to shore," Sam said, a shiver racking his body to make his point.

"But we always do, and I'd never leave you behind. C'mon, let's see if there's any crawfish."

"What?" Sam laughed, getting up and wading back into the river. "Why do you want crawfish? We literally just had lunch like two hours ago, and besides, there's no pot or seasonings to cook them in even if we do start a fire."

"I don't want to eat them, I just wanna see if they're still here. Do you remember when we came up - I think it was ninth grade - and we all spent hours diving for our dinner? That was so fun!"

"Oh, yeah! And Jake got pinched in the nips cause he was messing around with one of them!"

"I'll pinch your nips!" Danny yelled, grabbing Sam and rolling them deeper into the water. He made pinchy fingers at Sam's chest, grazing his nipples and making him laugh at the ticklish sensation.

"Yeah, well, I'll mess around with YOU!" Sam retorted, cackling like a stoned hyena. He really did have a funny laugh, Danny knew, but it seemed to make him even more awesome: the fact that he was so perfect, and yet still human.

Sam flung his arms around Danny's neck, letting himself be carried in the water once again. They came to standing on one of the shallower rock banks in the middle of the stream, watching the waters rush over the boulders and tumble down below into the next stretch of river.

Danny turned his head to face Sam, love clear in his eyes. His lids fluttered shut and his lips puckered as he leaned in for a kiss, gathering Sam closer to him.

Sam was ready to recieve it when, suddenly, those eyes bulged open, black and beady. The hands on Sam's back felt sharper, all made of nail and bone.

"Sam. SAM!"

He stirred, still futilely trying to push away the creature that had taken over his love.

"Sammy, c'mon baby. It's alright, I'm not trying to hurt you. It's just me! Sam, wake up!"

Opening his eyes, Sam saw Danny - regular, hazel eyed Danny with his large, soft hands holding his face - next to him, looking both concerned and amused.

Danny smiled at him, softly stroking over his hair. "Hey, you were having a nightmare, something about lobsters. Is everything alright?"

Sam breathed a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding, chuckling tiredly at the end.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Man, that was such a weird dream! You ever have those ones where it's, like, exactly what you did the day before, except one or two things are off and you don't even notice it at first?"

Danny nodded, looking at him intently, curious to hear more.

"Well, it was basically what we did yesterday: we were swimming in the lake, I got super tired chasing you so you held me, we hiked up to the waterfall, and then we swam there, too. The thing was, we kissed! Like, we were making out in the middle of the fucking lake, and at the river, too!"

"Woah, really?" Danny laughed. "How was it?"

"Pretty good," Sam admitted, blushing but looking Danny straight in the eyes. They had stopped hiding that affection what felt like eons ago, though really the shift had been gradual.

"So that explains the wood poking me," Sam smacked Danny's shoulder gently, though he couldn't deny that he was hard after his bout of Danny-kissing-REM. "But, what about the lobsters? Why were you scared, you love lobster! Were they trying to get back at you for eating them?" Danny giggled.

"They'll never get me, I'm higher up on the food chain! And it was crawfish, not lobsters: You turned into a crabby-monster thing and tried to eat my face." Danny chuckled, snuggling up to Sam as they swayed gently in the breeze blown hammock.

"Was this after I had sucked your face?"

"Yeah, the second time- wait, no, we actually only kissed in the lake, then you were about to go for it again when you went all rock lobster on me. I guess it kinda changed our conversations too, though, because we kept talking about it. I wonder why that suddenly turned into a bad dream, I was really enjoying it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it was nice. It was when you were holding me in the water, and we made that pact. Except, in my dream, we did actually kiss on it, and then almost again at the waterfall. But, other than that stuff, I guess it was pretty much the same."

"Interesting. Did we still hold hands, and jump in together, and all that?" Danny asked. Sam knew it was really the 'Were we flirting like we really do make out?' that Danny was too scared to outright ask.

"Yep, it actually kinda made more sense in the context of the dream. Like, we haven't kissed yet after all this time!"

Danny nodded, looking contemplative. He inched his head closer and planted a peck on Sam's forehead, then his temple, moving along the trail of his cheekbone to his nose and down around to his jaw again.

Sam put more pressure on the hand on Danny's chest, feeling on either side of it where their bare skin rubbed on each other. He felt Danny's heart beat in tandem with his own, pumping the same flow of life through both of them - no matter their parentage.

They laid there wrapped up in the hammock on the front deck of the lake house they rented every summer, enjoying the lazy day. He closed his eyes again, relaxing now that Danny was holding him and protecting him.

Sam smiled when he felt another kiss being planted on his cheek, just an inch shy of his mouth. He turned and rubbed his nose against Danny's stubble, murmuring something about waterfalls that Danny couldn't quite decipher.

They let the gentle motion of the wind funneled through the mountain valleys rock them back to sleep, snoring together in the afternoon sunlight. Whether in sleep or death or and waking, their love bound them together. Nothing could ever separate them; them they were one eternal being. All that was left was an intentional kiss to seal the deal.

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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER SEVEN (Ben Hardy x OC)

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE, CHAPTER SIX

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

Hello everyone! I apologize for the long ass wait time. Emotionally and mentally, I’m not doing the best rn, and it’s really kicking my ass. I tried my hardest on this chapter, and I hope y’all like it!

-- casey

TRIGGERS: mentions of alcoholism? Honestly nothing is really that spicy in this installment of the story

FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

“Can you believe this shit? I’m not invited to the Golden Globes because I wasn’t ‘close enough to the project!’” Lily Anne scoffs, pacing in the studio as she rants to Zichi. “That’s complete and utter horseshit and we all know it. I was there almost every day we weren’t on tour! Fuck the Golden Globes!”

Ezichi sips her tea, frowning in confusion. “You’re Freddie’s daughter. You helped in every step of the project. You’re dedicated to keeping his memory alive. Why wouldn’t you be invited to an event celebrating a movie that created a whole new generation of Queen fans to help in those efforts?”

Lily Anne nods furiously, flailing her arms in distress. “Exactly! I don’t get it.”

Zichi nods. “It makes no sense. I’m going as Gwil’s plus one, but if you really want to be there, I would give up my spot for you.”

Lily Anne shakes her head. “No, please don’t do that. You and Gwil deserve to have a nice night out and some rocking sex in a hotel bed. I won’t take that away from you.”

Ezichi blushes at Lily’s comment. “Really, Lily. My sex life is fine without hotel rooms. I don’t need to go.”

She raises a brow. “Just fine? That’s upsetting, I thought Gwil would do better than fine.”

Ezichi rolls her eyes before putting down her cup. “Lily, tell Ben and Joe that you’re not invited to the Globes.”

Lily frowns. “Why?”

Ezichi grins. “If Gwil got a plus one, I’m sure that the same invitation went out to Ben and Joe. Either of them could bring you.”

She perks up and kisses Zichi’s forehead, cupping her cheeks. “Ezichi Adebayo, you absolute genius of a woman. I love you to the moon and back.”

She takes out her phone as Ezichi grins.

Lily Anne: IM SENDING OUT AN SOS TO EVERYONE

Lily Anne: I HAVE NOT BEEN INVITED TO THE GOLDEN GLOBES

Lily Anne: I NEED TO BE SOMEONE’S PLUS ONE

Dinosaur Boy: why didn’t they invite you???

Lily Anne: i wasn’t “close enough to the project”

Benjamin Jones: that’s absolute bullshit!

Benjamin Jones: fuckin wankers

Lily Anne: i know, right? anyways, if one of you lovely men could take me as a plus one, i’d fucking love that.

---

“Hello?” Joe picks up his phone, leaning back on his couch.

“Hey. It’s Ben. I need a favor,” his friend frantically asks.

“Sure thing, Benny. What do you need?” Joe asks, perking up.

“Ask Lily to be your plus one,” he says.

“But-- but she loves you, not me! She’d like it more if you brought her,” Joe says, frowning.

Ben lets out a whine of distress. “Please, Joe. I’ll get too nervous, and fuck something up, and I can’t afford to lose this-- I can’t afford to lose her.”

Joe nods slowly, biting his lip. “Okay. I get what you’re saying--”

“--then do this one favor for me, please!” Ben interrupts, stressed out.

“I will! Just promise me one thing,” Joe says.

“What is it? I’ll do literally anything to repay you for this,” Ben asks.

“You ask her to the Oscars,” Joe responds.

Ben fumbles with his words for a minute before sighing heavily. “Sure. I’ll do that.”

Joe grins. “Good. I’ll ask her later today, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you so much, buddy,” Ben says, sounding much more relaxed.

“You’re welcome, Ben,” Joe says. “Remember, you’re asking her to the Oscars!”

“Don’t worry, I will!” Ben insists.

“Alright. I’ll see you soon, Ben.”

“Thanks, mate. Bye.”

When Ben hangs up, he sees Frankie looking at him with a distinctly unimpressed expression.

“You wouldn’t understand, Frankie.”

The dog huffs and walks out of the room.

---

Lily Anne is reclining in her oversized bathtub, enjoying a bath bomb and a face mask. Reykja sits on the bath mat, chewing on her bone, and Lily Anne has her eyes closed and is listening to royalty-free spa music she downloaded online onto her phone. She’s very zen at the moment. Suddenly her phone rings, and she frowns, opening one eye in annoyance. This is her free time. How dare someone interrupt it.

She looks at the phone and sees that Joe is calling, and picks up. “Lily Anne Mercury, speaking. You’ve interrupted my bath time, so this better be worth it, Dinosaur Boy.”

Joe gasps. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, Lily. I can call later, but I think you’d want to hear this.”

She nods and leans back. “Alright. What’s going on?”

“Ben asked me to do something,” he says.

Lily Anne perks up, smiling. “Oh?”

“Don’t get too happy. He asked me to ask you to the Golden Globes.”

She sighs and leans back in the tub. “Oh… why isn’t he asking me?”

“He got scared, alright? I know I’m not him, and you’d rather be with him, but would you like to go to the Golden Globes with me? You don’t need to be by my side the entire time, just on the red carpet. Once that’s over, feel free to do whatever--” Joe begins ranting, and it’s the most considerate rant Lily Anne has ever heard.

“I’d love to go to the Golden Globes with you, Joe,” Lily says, smiling fondly.

“Great! It’s a date then,” Joe responds.

“What color is your bow tie? I can try to match it, if you’d like,” Lily asks, petting her pup lazily with one hand.

“I was thinking just doing a black one. Wear whatever you want. You’ll look good in anything.”

Lily laughs. “You’re too kind, darling. I’ll try not to overdress.”

Joe lets out a breath of laughter. “Alright. I’ll see you soon, Lily. Get back to your bath.”

“Have a nice night, Joe,” she responds before hanging up and letting out a deep sigh.

She looks down as Reykja blinks up at her curiously.

“I really thought Ben was going to ask me, didn’t you, girl?”

The dog lets out a yip of agreement.

“It’s alright, though. I’ll be fine, love. There’s always other events.”

1991

“Darling, must you do this?” Freddie asks from the tub filled with bubbles, looking over at Jim. “She’s still so young.”

Jim raises a brow and looks over at Freddie. “I found a knot in her hair yesterday that looked like it could be a bird’s nest, Freddie. It’s time.”

Freddie takes time to release a bone-shaking cough and leans back in the tub. “It’s such a shame, though. Her curls are immaculate!”

Jim sighs. “She’ll still have the curls afterward. If anything they’ll be more pronounced since her hair will be shorter.”

Lily Anne’s hair has gotten out of control, lately. It is past her butt, and the Indian genetics she has makes it very thick. Nobody in their right mind would be alright with spending over an hour detangling a two-year-old’s hair every day.

Freddie frowns. “Oh, alright. Just make sure she looks cute.”

Jim grins and kisses the little girl propped up on the bathroom counter. “She’s half you. Of course she’ll look cute. She’ll be beautiful no matter what haircut she has.”

Lily Anne coos, waving her little hands around. Her parents grin at her, and Freddie looks on with a happy gaze. He’s so lucky to be able to see her grow at least this much, though he knows that his time in this world is coming to its close.

“Ready for the cut, flower?” Jim asks. “It won’t hurt, sweetie.”

Lily blows a spit bubble and as Jim cuts her wet curls, she makes her mouth into an ‘o’ shape and watches in the mirror. She giggles and takes a handful of her hair, giving it a gentle tug. Jim pries her fingers away and quickly finishes the job, and Lily grins, looking at her shoulder-length curls.

Jim turns the girl towards Freddie and grins.

“You look amazing, darling girl!” Freddie coos hoarsely, smiling at his baby girl.

“You really should trust me more, love. I told you she’d look wonderful no matter what haircut she has,” Jim chuckles, kissing Lily’s cheek.

Preparing for the Golden Globes

Lily Anne smiles as her ends are trimmed, watching in the mirror. “My dad gave me my first haircut, you know. He was a barber before becoming the gardener at Garden Lodge,” she says, smiling wistfully.

The hair stylist smiles, trimming a little bit more off her ends. “That’s so sweet! Did he always cut your hair?”

She laughs. “Yes, until I began dying my hair in college and doing crazy punk hairstyles by myself. He seemed horrified but didn’t complain. He even bought me a hair straightener that wouldn’t fry it nearly as much as the cheap one I had.”

The stylist nods. “I remember when you would come out with crazy hair colors and choppy bangs and I really loved it.”

She grins. “Thank you, darling. That’s so sweet!”

The rest of the time passes and by the end of it, Lily’s hair is in a half bun, with the rest of it gently curled. Then, the makeup artist comes in and does a fairly natural look on her, but with an intense smokey eye. When she looks in the mirror, she smiles.

“Oh, it’s perfect, darling! Thank you so much!”

The artist smiles and shrugs. “You were a wonderful canvas. Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Mercury.”

She scoffs. “Call me Lily. I will be calling you the next time I’m in Los Angeles. Consider yourself booked for the Oscars, love.”

The makeup artist leaves and Lily changes into her dress, which is a stunning custom McQueen mermaid gown, emerald green with Swarovski crystals adorning the entire thing in place of embroidery. It dips low and creates a lot of cleavage, and the crystals are in the shape of Freddie’s face. Her assistant helps her put on her crystal choker and hoops, and she smiles as she looks in the mirror. Finally, her Louboutins are put on, and she hears a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” She asks.

“Your hot date,” Joe replies.

She picks up her matching clutch and opens the door, revealing Joe in a nicely tailored suit. He looks her over, in awe.

“Wow, Lily… I’m the one with the hot date,” he says, looking at the dress. “That’s Freddie’s face! Holy shit!”

She shakes her head. “The suit fits you perfectly, Mr. Mazzello. You look absolutely dashing. How are you still single?”

Joe shrugs. “I dunno. Must be my personality, I guess.”

Lily scoffs and shakes her head. “I’ll have none of that self-depricating nonsense tonight. Now, let’s get to the car, shall we?”

Joe holds out his arm for her and she takes it, smiling as they walk downstairs to the car, where Gwil and Ezichi are waiting. Allen, his daughter, Ben, Rami, and Lucy have already left for the event.

They enter the car and Gwil looks at Lily’s dress, nodding in approval. “You look very nice tonight, Lily. I love the dress.”

She grins. “Why thank you, Gwil! The suit is fabulous. Did Ezichi have the final say?”

Ezichi kisses Gwil’s cheek and nods. “Of course I did, and didn’t I do well?”

Joe nods. “Hell yeah, you did. You didn’t do too badly yourself, Zichi. That’s a wonderful pantsuit.”

Ezichi is wearing a white and black harlequin wide leg pantsuit with small diamonds on the edges of it, and she looks stunning.

Ezichi grins. “Thank you, Joe. It might be hard to piss in, but at least I look great.”

Gwil wraps an arm around his girlfriend. “You look magnificent, Zichi.”

Ezichi leans into her boyfriend and Lily lets out a fake vomit noise with Joe.

“Disgusting,” Lily says.

“Find a room,” Joe adds.

“If you wanted to fuck that badly, you shouldn’t have chosen a pantsuit,” Lily comments.

The pair blushes and Lily and Joe crack up, leaning back in their seats.

---

When they’re escorted to the red carpet, Ben is waiting for Joe to arrive, and when he sees Lily Anne--

Wow. She looks gorgeous.

Instant regret fills his head, and thoughts swirl as she approaches in her green gown.

‘Why didn’t you ask you, you bloody idiot? She’s stunning, and she could be on your arm right now if you had the fucking balls to ask her to the event. You’re an idiot, a right idiot, and you blew it.’

He’s forced out of his thoughts when she comes up to him, smiling. “No plus one, Ben?”

Ben refocuses on her. “A-ah, no. No plus one. My mum couldn’t come with me, and I didn’t want to ask anyone on Tinder.” He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

She shrugs. “Oh, well. It’s a shame.” She thinks for a moment before smiling. “You know what? I can be both yours and Joe’s plus one. I’m alright with being shared for the night.”

Joe comes up to Ben and gives him a hug. “Looking good, buddy.”

Ben grins at Joe. “Better than Cardy B?”

Joe laughs and nods. “Much better than Cardy B.”

Lily grins, taking both boys’ arms. “It’s showtime, boys. Let’s show them all how wonderful we are.”

The trio walks down the red carpet, and their names are screamed by the masses. Cameras flash, and Lily helps them navigate with practiced poise. She’s been doing this since she was a child, and the spotlight is where she belongs. They split up once it gets to the photos, and she puts on a smile, showing off her custom gown.

After some group photo ops, Lily goes off with Zichi and Lucy, and the girls enter the building.

Lucy smiles at Lily as they stop by the bar, and squeezes her hand. “What was your favorite cocktail when you drank?”

Lily looks at Lucy and smiles. “I loved Moscow mules.”

Lucy nods and looks to the bartender. “Can you make a vodka tonic and a virgin Moscow mule, please?” The bartender nods, and Lucy turns back to Lily. “You look upset. Is it because Ben didn’t ask you to the event?”

She lets out a deep sigh and Zichi rubs her back. “He loves you, Lily. It’s just because he’s nervous.”

Lily shakes her head. “Everyone is saying that, but… I need to hear it from him before I fully let myself believe it. I mean, him loving me would be a dream come true. I’ve never experienced my dreams going according to plan. Most times they backfire. I can’t risk losing this one. If I do… I’ll never find anyone I love as much as I love him.”

The bartender passes them their drinks, and Lily Anne tries hers. It tastes… delicious. Her face lights up.

“Excuse me, darling? I must have the recipe for this drink. It’s amazing, and to do it without alcohol is impressive.”

The bartender nods and writes down the recipe on a napkin, grinning. “I’m glad you like it! Here you go. Enjoy.”

She takes the napkin and places it in her clutch, grinning.

Lucy smiles. “Did that make tonight a little better?”

Lily nods, and Zichi hugs her friend. “You deserve nice things, Lily. One of those nice things can be Ben.”

Lily smiles and when she pulls away, she smirks. “One of your nice things can be rocking hotel sex. You don’t have to clean the sheets the next day, so go wild!”

Ezichi coughs, keeling over at Lily’s words. Lucy laughs, leaning against the bar. Lily sips her drink, pleased with herself.

When Brian and Roger enter and see the scene, immediately they tense up as they see a drink in Lily’s hand.

“That better be bloody virgin, Lily,” Roger says, raising a brow.

She nods and smiles, holding out her drink for him to try. “100% virgin, unlike us.”

He sips the drink and nods before handing it back to her. “Not bad. I like it. What’s got Zichi so red?”

She smirks. “I told her that she deserves good hotel sex.”

Roger scoffs and nods. “Hell yeah, she does! The best part is that you don’t have to wash the sheets afterward!”

Lily grins. “That’s what I said.”

Ezichi grimaces. “He’s corrupted you.”

Roger grins and kisses Lily’s forehead, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and jostling her. “Been doing that since day one.”

Brian speaks up, rubbing Ezichi’s back. “We’re going to take our seats with Rami, but we’ll see you later. Hopefully, we win something,” he says, crossing his fingers.

Lily nods and hugs her uncle. “Of course you will. Freddie’s energy was central in the movie, and he thrived despite the odds. This movie will too.”

Brian kisses the top of her head and smiles. “Send some good energy to us, alright?”

She nods. “Of course we will. You go sit down.”

Rami is walking by and comes over, kissing Lucy. She smiles and as he leaves, he yells, “Let's do this shit!”

Brian and Roger join the younger man and Lily laughs.

“He’s so strange and wonderful,” Lucy says, placing her hand on her cheek.

Lily nods. “I agree. Let’s go to our seats.”

The girls head off to get to their seats.

—-

Ben leans back on the couch, nursing a glass of sparkling water. Joe comes over to join him, holding a vodka tonic.

“Not drinking yet, Ben?” He asks, sitting next to his friend.

Ben shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t want Lily to be the only sober one and have to take care of us both. I’d feel bad if she had to do that.”

Joe presses his lips together. “You regret not asking her, don’t you?”

Ben nods, closing his eyes. “She looks… so beautiful. To think I could’ve had her on my arm but I chickened out makes me feel like an idiot.”

Joe nods. “She looks amazing. You know what? Don’t be sad.” He slaps Ben’s thigh. “She can sit in between us. You’ll get to have time with her alone later, alright?”

Ben rubs his thigh. “Sure. Thanks, mate. I really appreciate it.”

Lily walks in with Zichi and Lucy, and Gwil wraps an arm around his girlfriend, leading her over to the couch, where she promptly leans her head on his chest. Lucy sits next to Rami’s mother.

Joe and Ben part and pat the seat in between them, and Lily sits in between the pair, smiling.

Joe stands up and looks over the crowd. “I’m going to get a refill. Does anyone want anything?”

The group gives Joe their orders, and he walks over to the bar. Lily Anne leans back, squeezing Ben’s hand.

“How’d the red carpet stuff go?” she asks him, smiling.

“Good,” he says, smiling. “The interviews went well.”

She smiles and nods. “Great! That’s wonderful, Ben! Interviewers can be shitty and ask dumb questions, so I’m glad yours were good.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “One of them implied that Roger in the 70’s wasn’t beautiful, so I replied and said that he was wrong, and if I was around, I may have turned.”

She snorts, covering her mouth. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate that answer.”

Joe comes back and hands people their drinks. He takes his seat and sips his own, watching as the T.V. turns on the awards show starting. The crowd quiets, and Lily smiles. Her parents are watching fondly from above.

---

The anticipation in the room is palpable when the announcer opens the envelope containing the name of the winner. Lily squeezes Ben and Joe’s hands and prays a silent prayer that Rami wins.

When his name is announced, they stand and scream, hugging each other and laughing. There is no sweeter feeling than a well-earned victory. She launches herself into Ben’s arms, and the sound of his laughter fills her with joy. She looks up at him, and their noses touch, and she freezes up because if she just leaned in a few inches closer she’d be kissing him, and he’s looking down at her and panicking--

Joe comes up behind her and turns the affair into a group hug, and she’s snapped out of her thoughts, laughing once more. When they sit down, she takes a deep breath and looks at Ben, who’s staring straight ahead with a wide eyed look on his face.

Oh, God. That could’ve been fucked up so quickly.

When she turns back to the screen to watch Rami’s acceptance speech, she feels Ben’s eyes on her and blushes.

The second win garners a similar reaction, but this time, Lily hugs Joe, just to avoid making a mistake with Ben. Lord knows that this time, she might not have been able to restrain herself.

---

The afterparty is hosted in Roger’s suite, and after being so kind as to ask permission to drink from Lily, she tells Ben that he can drink however much he wants. He promptly downs four shots of vodka without blinking, and Lily is shocked. The alcohol will hit hard and she knows it. However, she’s curious to see what the alcohol does to Ben.

Apparently, he becomes a frat boy. He’s with Joe, who’s honestly just a sillier version of himself under the influence of alcohol, and they walk over to where she’s sitting.

“Are you from Tennessee?” Ben asks her, grinning.

“I’m from London, you know that, Ben,” she says, raising one unimpressed brow.

“‘Cause you’re the only ten I see,” he continues, laughing at his own joke.

She snorts and sips her sparkling water, shaking her head. “Those four shots hit you hard, didn’t they, Ben?”

“Okay, okay. Let’s try another one.” He laughs, running a hand through his hair, and Lily Anne is so confused as to why she isn’t completely turned off by this behavior. “I hope you know CPR.”

“I’m certified,” Lily Anne replies, nodding matter of factly.

“Because you’re taking my breath away!” Ben finishes, a grin only growing on his face.

Joe is leaning on Ben, laughing heartily. Lily purses her lips, sighing.

“Still not impressed?” Ben asks, pouting. “Fine. One more.” He holds out his arm to her. “Feel my shirt.”

“This is your jacket, Ben,” she states, looking up at him.

He shakes his arm, whining. “Just feel it, okay?”

She sighs and feels the jacket material before looking up to see a smirk on his face.

He leans down and grins, his breath smelling like alcohol. “It’s boyfriend material.”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “That was great, Ben.”

Ben giggles and looks at Joe with excitement in his eyes. “Mate, she likes me! Your lines worked!”

Lily laughs. She likes Ben, but not because of some cheesy pick up lines. Joe grins and hugs Ben, and she watches them tackle each other happily.

“I think someone had pizza delivered. Why don’t you two get some?” Lily comments, smiling.

The two boys grin at each other and stumble through the crowd towards the kitchen for food.

When they leave, Lucy sits down next to her, and holds her free hand. “Are you having fun, Lily?”

She nods, smiling. “Of course I am! I love seeing all my friends happy.”

Lucy grins. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” She leans in, her smile widening. “I saw Ben and Joe coming over here. What happened?”

She rolls her eyes. “Ben tried to use some pick up lines Joe taught him on me. They were exceptionally bad.”

She laughs, and sips her champagne. “He really does like you, Lily.”

She nods, rubbing her temples. “I know. We nearly kissed earlier, but stopped before it happened.”

Lucy gasps. “Oh my god, when? How did I miss it? Why did you stop?”

Lily sighs. “When Rami won, we hugged, our noses touched, and I froze up, panicking. I don’t want to ruin anything between him and I, so we both didn’t go any closer.”

Lucy squeals. “But that would’ve been so cute!”

Lily raises a brow. “It wouldn’t have been cute once I found out that he doesn’t love me as deeply as I love him.”

Lucy nods, pursing her lips. “I understand why you’re scared. You don’t want to lose a good thing. I get it. But one of these days, you’ll need to confess.”

Lily nods. “I know. I’ll do it eventually.”

Lucy shrugs. “Who knows? It could lead to something beautiful.”

She smiles and squeezes Lucy’s hand. “You should probably find Rami. He’s a mess navigating a party without you.”

Lucy smiles. “I should. Take what I said into consideration though, alright?”

Lily nods. “Alright. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Lucy leaves to find her man, and Lily sits back, watching as everyone enjoys themselves.

---

After frat boy Ben comes clingy Ben. Joe brings him over, and Lily raises a brow.

“I surely hope you’re not here for more bad pick up lines,” she says.

Joe shakes his head. “Nah. He just started whining and wanted to see you, so I brought him over before he could start crying.”

Ben whines into Joe’s shoulder, mumbling incoherently.

Lily nods. “I think we should take him back to his hotel room. He seems a little too far gone.”

Joe nods in agreement. “Yeah. I’m going to stay a little longer and make sure everyone gets back safely, but if you don’t mind taking him back, I’d appreciate it.”

She smiles and nods. “I’ll manage him.” She stands up and lets Joe drape Ben onto her.

Joe smiles and looks at Ben. “You’re with Lily now. Are you happy?”

Ben nuzzles into Lily and nods, mumbling, “Yay. Finally.”

Joe lets out a little laugh. “I’m going to go now. Get back safe, alright?”

She smiles and nods. “Of course. Come along, Ben. Let’s get you home.”

Ben looks up at her and blinks, confused. “Home is in London.” He gasps, eyes wide. “We’re not in London, are we?”

She shakes her head. “No, darling. We’re in Los Angeles. I meant home as in your hotel room.”

Ben blinks, pouting slightly. “I wanna go home.”

She nods, placing a hand on his cheek. “We’re going home tomorrow, lovie.”

He whines, shaking his head. “No, like-- like my room.”

She sighs and supports his waist as he follows her out of the suite and down the hallway. He begins to ramble, and she simply entertains his commentary.

“You look real pretty tonight, Lily.”

“Thank you, Ben. You looked very pretty as well.”

“My stylist chose the suit. I like it.”

“I like it too, Ben.”

“Who chose your outfit?”

“I helped design it with the head fashion stylist at Alexander McQueen.”

“Wow. You did good.”

“I know, love.”

“Can you design something for me?”

“I can do that, Ben.”

Ben squeals happily and buries his head in her shoulder, squeezing her waist tightly. “Yay!”

They get to the elevator and walk in, and Lily presses the button, keeping Ben’s hands away from the console as he reaches for it. He whines and shakes his head, and as the bell dings and they get to the lobby, a chauffer for the BoRhap cast sees them and helps them into the car, where Ben promptly lays his head down in Lily’s lap. He mumbles something as she straps him in and she looks down at him.

“What did you say, darling?”

“Touch my hair.”

She frowns. “Why?”

He looks up at her with pleading eyes. “It feels good.”

She sighs and obliges, running her hands through his hair, and within five minutes of the ride, he’s snoring into her lap. It feels comfortable and soft and she takes a picture of him, smiling. She’s saving that to her hidden files in her camera roll.

When they get to the hotel ten minutes later, she shakes Ben awake, and he lets out a confused noise, lifting his head.

“It’s time to get up, love.”

“We’re home?”

“Mhm. We’re home.”

The driver helps her get Ben out of the car, and he leans heavily on her as they walk inside and to the elevator. They get to Ben’s floor and she takes the key card from his pocket, helping him inside. He flops onto his bed, and she sighs heavily.

“Ben.”

A tired groan.

“Take off your jacket, at least.”

“You do it.”

“Turn over, and I will.”

Ben slowly obliges, and Lily walks over, unbuttoning the jacket. She heaves him up to take it off, and he looks at her, smiling. She looks down at him and raises a brow.

“What’s that look for, Ben?”

“Thanks, Lil.”

She smiles and helps him back down, squeezing his hand. “Of course. It’s no problem, darling. You’d do the same for me.”

She hangs up the jacket and looks back to see Ben failing to unlace his shoes. She leans down and helps him, and when he curls up on the bed, she covers him with a hotel blanket. Immediately, she hears snores, and leaves the room, heading back for her own.

---

Ben wakes up and blinks, confused. He has no idea how he got here, and no idea how he managed to take off and hang his suit jacket and untie his shoe laces. He drank far too much last night, and doesn’t remember much after eating pizza with Joe.

When he sits up, he groans from a pounding headache, and lays back down. He reaches for his phone on the bedside table and groggily tells Siri to call Joe. After putting the phone on speaker phone mode, and a few rings, Joe answers him.

“How much do you hurt?” he asks.

“More than I ever have in my life. Will you tell me what happened?” Ben asks, rubbing his eyes.

“You took some shots, drank some more, hit on Lily with bad pick up lines I gave you, and almost cried when I wouldn’t bring you immediately to her, but ultimately, she brought you back.”

He frowns and groans, burying his face in his hands. “Oh, God… First I almost kiss her, then I hit on her, then she drags my ass back?”

Joe chokes on the water he’s drinking. “You almost did what?!”

“When Rami won, she hugged me, our noses touched, and shit-- I almost leaned in, but I panicked, and then she panicked, and then you made it a group hug.”

Joe lets out a groan. “Why’d I third wheel that? Jesus, Ben, I’m so sorry.”

Ben frowns. “What? You want me to have kissed her?”

Joe scoffs. “Of fucking course I want you to kiss her! You two are soulmates! I want you to get married and have babies!”

Ben shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here with that crap, mate. I can’t think about things like that.”

Someone opens the hotel room door, and the smell of breakfast wafts into the room. Ben groans and opens one eye, and when he sees Lily walking in with a tray of eggs, salsa, and buttered toast, he blinks, confused.

“Lily? What’s all this?” he asks, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Hangover food. I had a feeling you’d need it.” She holds out a water bottle and two advil. “Take these first.”

Joe greets Lily. “Hi, Lily! How did getting Ben home go?”

She shrugs. “It was fine. He was a bit heavy to carry, but I managed.”

Joe laughs. “Well, I’m gonna let you go now, buddy. Enjoy your meal.”

Joe hangs up, and Ben blushes, unable to meet Lily’s gaze once he’s taken the advil and downed some water. “How’d you get in?”

She holds up his keycard. “I took this from you, because I knew you’d need the meal and I’d need a way to get in.”

He nods, and looks at the meal. “Why salsa?”

She smiles. “Put it in with the eggs. The spice helps immensely. Don’t worry. I told them to give you mild.”

He nods, and does as she says. He bites his lip, leaning back in bed. “Lily, I am so sorry for what I did when I was drunk. How bad were the pick up lines?”

Lily winces. “Pretty bad, mate. I’ll spare you the details.”

He groans, and takes a bite of the food. In a moment, he feels… almost better? He looks up at Lily as if she’s God.

“That already helped. How do you know such good hangover food?”

She looks down at him, and with a straight face, says, “I was an alcoholic, Benjamin.”

Ben covers his mouth, his face flushing bright red. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I absolutely forgot about that.”

Lily smiles gently and ruffles his hair fondly. “It’s alright, Ben. I take no offense.”

He continues eating, and looks absolutely miserable. She sits in a chair in the corner of the room and checks her emails. After a few minutes of silence, Ben speaks up.

“When do we leave the hotel?”

Lily looks at the itinerary and shrugs. “At six tonight. It’s currently eleven a.m., so you have plenty of time to recover and pack.”

Ben nods, slowly chewing his toast. “Okay. Good. If I were to get in a car right now, this meal would go to waste.”

She laughs and nods, rubbing the back of her neck. “I can’t say that’s never happened to me. Taking a bath always helped me with the nausea, so when you’re ready to get up, try that.”

Ben smiles at her and swallows. “Thanks, Lil.”

She smiles back at him. “Don’t mention it.” Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it. “Business call. I have to go, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, alright?”

He nods, and watches as she leaves the room.

Maybe if after all he did to be a nuisance while drunk didn’t drive her away, she truly is his soulmate.

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NOTES: Forkannukkah continues! So my biggest challenge with this one-shot was not to spend more time on it than the others because (spoiler) Makoto is my favourite Senshi. It's by a very thin margin because I love them all so much, but I just adore this gentle Amazon! But I forced myself to write a story of similar length and passion instead of putting all my focus on Jupiter. Hope you guys like it!

Act 4. Makoto: The Housewife Is A Husband

"USAGI!" Sailor Jupiter called out as she flung herself forward, arms extended to save Sailor Moon from a fall that would at the absolute least have bruised her tailbone, if not shattered it. Again.

"OOF!" Success.

Jupiter didn't know why she spent so much time saving their leader. It was even how they first met; diving to keep her pretty blonde head from being plastered across the front of a car. There were two other Senshi on the team already, and they were still looking for their fifth, yet she seemed to always be the one rushing after the smallest when she was in trouble. She could be such a klutz sometimes!

But she was also ready and willing to thrust herself into the heat of battle… or at least, now she was. Once upon a time, she had been nervous and unsure of herself, but after a few good rounds against the Dark Kingdom, she was starting to come into her own. It was pretty inspiring to watch.

"Sorry!" she hissed as she was set on her feet again. "Thanks again, Jupiter!"

"Will you stop wasting time?!" Sailor Mars hissed out of the corner of her mouth, raising an ofuda that she was about to toss into the villain's face, freezing it in place with her spell so they could more easily dispatch it. "This isn't a tea ceremony class — these guys mean business! Finish it off already!"

"Its weak point is exposed," Mercury confirmed, gesturing toward the glowing crystal that had been revealed by Mars's attack. "A strike there should bring it to its knees."

Nodding, Usagi flexed her muscles, cracked her neck. "Got it! This thing is goin' down!"

"Get 'em, Sailor Moon!" Jupiter cheered her on as the pigtailed heroine dashed toward the ugly thing. What was this one supposed to be? An accordion, maybe? Weird. After a while, it became easier to stop caring what the Enemy looked like and just attack, focusing on strategy instead of idle questions.

And it worked, as usual. While they held off the minions, Sailor Moon used her tiara to dispatch the Big Baddie and they had won. Zoisite was beaten back again, sneering down at them while vanishing into the nothingness, and the day was saved. Thanks to…

"Sailor Moon, Champion of Justice!" she crowed at the top of her lungs, striking a pose while she, Mercury, and Mars did the same on either side of her. She tried not to laugh; what a little nerd.

~ o ~

But that was their profession. Outside of her time spent fighting against the forces of evil as Sailor Jupiter, Makoto Kino wasn't that impressive. None of them were. Maybe Usagi was cute and bubbly, and Makoto was strong, and Ami was a certified genius, and Rei had fortune telling skills, and they were all at least passably attractive… but nobody in their school, or in all of Azabu-Juuban really, knew they existed. Popularity wasn't that important to Makoto, but Usa-chan really seemed to lament that. Go figure; different people have different interests.

It was another average afternoon, and the three of them were eating lunch on a blanket under a sakura tree with Usagi's childhood friend, Naru. That is to say, two of them were both eating out of Makoto's bento, since Usagi never seemed to be able to remember her own. Or had no money to buy anything, but mysteriously did have money when they got to Game Center Crown after school. She was used to it by now. Rei would give her hell about it, and Ami or Luna would lecture her on wise spending choices, but personally, Makoto understood that thriftiness wasn't one of Usagi's strengths. Not everybody was good at everything, and she always had plenty of extra food, anyway.

"Say 'ahhhh'," she teased, holding up a croquette with her chopsticks.

"Ahhhhh!" Usagi sang out obediently, clasping her hands to one side of her cheek and striking an overly-cutesy pose as she opened her mouth wide as it would go. Again, she had to suppress a giggle at how adorable she was, and how funny. She noticed Ami was doing the same. Luckily, Rei didn't go to Juuban Junior High or she would have been chiding Usagi mercilessly — maybe even knocking her over so she missed the morsel and got a mouthful of dirt instead. It had happened before.

Without a disruptive Shinto shrine maiden around, Usagi got her savoury treat and chewed with relish, a hand covering her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. "Mmmm, oh that's so good…"

"You sound like you're getting laid whenever you eat," Naru sighed as she picked at her own bento of rice and umeboshi. Much simpler and less presentation than Makoto's, but she'd tried Naru's mother's cooking before and it was very good. Just simpler.

"I do not! Ami, I don't sound like that, do I?"

Blinking up from the book she had been casually reading between bites, Ami said, "What? Oh… well, how should I know what that sounds like?" Her cheeks took on a slight flush as she returned to the book, embarrassed at even being asked to discuss the topic at all.

"You do," Naru went on, a playful smile on her face. "And you and Makoto look like boyfriend and girlfriend, feeding each other."

"Hey!" Crossing her arms over her chest, she shot back, "I never feed Mako-chan! I mean, it's her food, so that would make no sense!"

"Never said both of you had to do it. And you didn't even pretend that I'm wrong, did ya?"

Flopping over onto her side, head landing in Makoto's lap, she cooed, "Like it would be that bad being Makoto's girlfriend. She's so tall and strong!"

"Careful, or the other students might take you seriously," Ami cautioned her, looking even more embarrassed than she had about asking to comment on the moans.

"Yeah," Naru goaded. "Wouldn't want that, would you? Yuri-no Usagi."

"I don't care," Usagi flung at both of them, pulling down her eyelid and sticking out her tongue. "Mako-chan and I are secure in our pretend relationship!"

Makoto giggled at how playful and hilarious they were together. Almost like a manzai comedy team; Naru was the straight man and Usagi clearly the silly one. Sometimes, she envied how close the two of them were; she'd never had a good friend like that. Even at her old school, her height and 'freakish' strength had put the other girls off wanting to hang around with her. Some of them were acquaintances, and the teachers liked her well enough, but being an orphan tended to make everyone who wasn't afraid of her treat her like a poor little wounded bird. And the junior high boys were never interested in a girl who was just as tall as them, if not taller.

Luckily, she happened upon Usagi about to become a part of someone's bumper and found herself a group of friends in Juuban, or it would have been the same thing all over again. Even now, she still heard whispers about her being kicked out of her old school for roughing up… someone. The 'someone' changed every time; a girl, a boy, a teacher, a policeman, the principal…

"Mako-chan? Are you okay?" A finger poked into her side. "Um… if you don't want to feed me, I can just…"

Her hand was twitching toward the chopsticks. Shaking away the deeper thoughts, she smiled. "Nah. I can- hang on, here." She nipped up a piece of narutomaki sushi for her, and Usagi's jaw popped open as if automatic.

"She's going to catch a few flies like that one day," Naru sighed. Usagi scowled, but was chewing as she did so.

~ o ~

It wasn't long after that casual lunch that they got the class assignment. Cooking. Something Usagi couldn't do to save her life, despite how much she loved home economics. The instant she heard it, Makoto knew what would happen; she and Ami would do just fine, Naru would muddle through, and Usagi would put it off completely until the last second. And she had been right.

"Oh, there you are," was all she said when she opened the door to see the bun-headed blonde standing there with a wide, endearing smile. A couple of plastic shopping bags hanging from her wrists, laden down with ingredients — some of which might have even been the right ingredients.

"Yep! It's me! Can I come in?"

"Why?" Might as well tease her a little while she could.

"Mako-chaaaaan…" The pout was pretty extreme. Olympic-level. "I don't know how to make Italian food! I barely know how to make green tea rice, and mine's always too sticky! Be a pal? Be a chum, a bosom companion, a-"

"Alright, alright, enough. I'll help you." Rolling her eyes, she pushed the door wider. Usagi flashed her a grin before skipping inside and practically hopping out of her flats as she booked it to the kitchen. Makoto had no choice but to bump the door closed and follow.

"So cool that you have this place all to yourself," she was glowing as she set the bags down. At least she was beginning to lay the ingredients out, and not being entirely useless.

"Yeah, cool," Makoto sighed.

Once she had the bags wadded up in one hand, she turned around to see the slight frown on her friend's face, and her own excited expression slipped. "Oh… I mean, well, it is, but… I didn't mean to rub it in that you don't-"

"Forget it," she quickly cut her off. Not wanting to talk about her parents, to open up that can of pure pain. No amount of years passing could erase her loss. Still, no use moping now that so much time had passed; she would rather focus on the good things in her life. "Being a teenager living on my own is pretty great sometimes. Um… so, what dish were you supposed to make?"

But Usagi wasn't that easily distracted. Normally, yes, but not this time. Makoto sometimes could forget just how empathetic she was, even if she forgot less often than Rei or Luna. Glancing away at the stove, then back upward, she whispered, "Is it tough? Like, having nobody around? You seem to be doing pretty great, so I guess… I didn't-"

"Used to be hard," she interrupted, so Usagi wouldn't have to keep fumbling for words. Her hands started to sort through ingredients, to keep busy. "But I got used to it. And now I have the Senshi, and Naru and Luna, and… it's better now. Plus Motoki at the Game Center!"

"Oh, I know! He's a hunky guy, and a great friend. But you know, if you ever feel lonely…"

Nodding, she flashed her friend a little smile. "I'll call. Got all your house numbers by my phone." She nodded at the wall-mounted phone across the kitchen, with the little whiteboard showing the numbers for the Tsukino residence, the Shinto shrine, the Game Center, and the Mizuno residence. She didn't really know Naru well enough to ask for hers yet.

"Wow! You do, that's great! Sometimes I forget Naru's number even, and I don't have it written down because I'm a ditz, and always remember to do it when I don't have my address book. So I just end up calling for the Directory." Her faint blush about her own forgetfulness was too cute, and Makoto laughed, which ended up setting Usagi at ease, too. "But you're so organised, Mako-chan! I wish I could be like you!"

It was her turn to feel flattered. "Ahh, stop it. Anyway… what are we making?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, uh… lasagna? I think? Is that the one with the thin noodles and the, um…" Her hands made some kind of gesture that Makoto couldn't figure out, so she just shook her head and looked into the bag.

"Oh! Yes, you have lasagna noodles… and spaghetti noodles?"

"Well, the spaghetti noodles looked right, but those actually say 'lasagna' on them, so… I didn't know…" Her shoulders shrugged. "You're so much better at this stuff than I am. Better at fighting, and cooking, and even classes; maybe not some genius like Ami, but you have actual grades that aren't failing, which is way better than me…"

"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you can't learn, Usa. Come here, look."

So she began instructing her friend in the ways of Italian cuisine. Really, she only had to tell her how to make lasagna, but she also explained about spaghetti and fettucine, and a few of the different types of sauces. She could tell Usagi was experiencing information overload, so eventually they took a break to get a couple of bottles of Calpis Soda and talk, leaning against the counter.

"I'll get this, I promise," Usagi said between swigs. "And maybe someday, I'll know something and I can teach that to you!"

"Someday you'll know something, huh?" she laughed. Usagi's ears burned, and she bumped her with her elbow. "It's alright. I like helping you, because you're so energetic. As long as it's not about homework."

"Ughhhh, homework." Then they both laughed. "You're going to make such a great mom. It's like, I can be as much of an airhead as possible and you don't care, you just… keep helping me. I don't deserve it."

That gave her a weird feeling. A great mom? She hadn't given it a lot of thought — mostly because she was still working on the finish-high-school-and-find-a-husband part. Leaning over again, she wrapped her arm around Usagi's shoulders. It was so easy to do, being that much taller than her. "Sure you do. Come on, don't be so down on yourself; you can cook! I know you can!"

Both of her arms slithered around Makoto's stomach. This feeling was a completely different kind of weird; it felt so easy, having her fitted up against her that way. Being almost a head taller was part of that, but it was also that she was petite, and cute, and sweet. And her shampoo smelled nice…

"Maybe. But thanks for helping, either way. At least I'll pass this assignment. And then I can worry about math! Bluuugh, why does it never end?!"

"Math can wait." Nuzzling her hair, Makoto said, "Tell you what. Let's work on this lasagna. After that, I'll get out the Famicom and we can see if it still works. Sound like a plan?"

The squeeze and squeal Usagi gave her made her laugh. "Mmm, thank you, Mako-chan! You always know exactly how to get me motivated!" When she didn't let go after a second or two, Usagi pulled her head back just enough to look up at her. "Mako-chan?"

"Hm?"

"Um…" Her cheeks turned a little redder. "You like hugging me, huh? Not that I'm complaining! Just, y'know… I thought you wanted to get started on the lasagna."

She had a point: Makoto had been holding onto her for a minute or so, at least. Longer than was normal for friends. Why did she feel so comfortable with Usagi there? Like she was her little doting wife. A comical vision of the two of them in domesticated bliss swam into her mind; coming home every day to Usagi wearing an apron, apologising for burning a hole through one of her shirts while doing the ironing. The thought made her chuckle, and she kissed Usagi's head, prompting a little squeak of surprise.

"Let's do it. I'll be the chef husband, and you be the poor sheltered wife who has to learn how to cook. We'll make a game out of it."

"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she giggled at once. "I like that! You know how much I love games!"

"Me, too! And Motoki can probably back that up, as often as we're down at the Game Center."

"Yeah!" Hopping back a step, she placed her fists on her hips and crowed in her usual superhero voice, "This is a job for Sailor Moon! Wait, I mean…" Her hands went to the side of her face as she tilted her head, popping one foot up and cooing, "Yes, dear! Help me learn how to take better care of you!"

"Of course, my honey!" Makoto said in a slightly deeper voice, and they both burst into fresh giggles at that. Then she put her hand at her chin, as she could remember her father doing often when she was younger. "Hmm, we should start with having all the ingredients ready."

"Goodness! I hope I can find them all!" Then she said in a stage-whisper, "Hey, I need an apron to really look like the housewife!"

"Right!" she whispered back. "Hang on, I got an extra one…"

Makoto ended up finding a more 'manly' cook's apron, so she put that on herself and gave Usagi the cute, frilly pink one she had already been wearing. The game continued as they readied ingredients, started combining them and put the lasagna in the pan, and Usagi played her part so well that Makoto found herself forgetting that she wasn't usually this doting and submissive.

Speaking of which… it was interesting that she chose to play such a submissive stereotype of a housewife, when she knew that Mrs. Tsukino definitely wasn't like that. Truly an independent mom of the Nineties! But the frequent flutterings of eyelashes, and the way Usagi would theatrically touch her face and say "oopsie" whenever she made a mistake were straight out of an American sitcom from the 1950s. Maybe she should try out for the drama club when they got to high school.

"Good work, little wife," Makoto told her in a hearty tone as she hugged around her shoulders again. That had happened often; if it wasn't her doing that, it was Usagi draping herself over her side. "We have made a fine lasagna!"

"My strong husband taught me how!" They both laughed again. Really, they sounded more like someone's grandparents than any modern husband and wife.

Then Usagi kissed her cheek. She had to lean up to do it, standing on her tippy-toes and neck stretching out, but she managed. It stunned Makoto enough that she almost broke character, but at the last second she managed to let out a gruff little hum. "Oh, s-stop it, sweetheart. You're embarrassing me!"

"Oh, men don't get embarrassed, they just get stronger!" When Makoto snorted, Usagi lost it, falling back onto the floor and rolling around with laughter until Makoto gave her a gentle kick in the butt to get her to quit. "Oh! Oh God, that's hilarious!"

"Real wives don't say their husbands are hilarious," she giggled, dropping the persona for the moment. It was kind of relief; she was trying to figure out how she felt about being kissed by Usagi. It wasn't a big deal, just a little cheek kiss. Totally normal between friends! So why did she feel so weird about it?

After a few seconds, Usagi popped up again, face reddish from all the laughing and wiping tears from her eyes. When she noticed Makoto wasn't doing anything besides leaning back against the counter, she blinked a few times, waiting for her to acknowledge her. It didn't happen; she was too preoccupied with her thoughts. After another few seconds, she slid her arms around her waist again, fluttering her eyelashes up at her.

"Husband, I need to know how to bake the lasagna. I'm helpless without you."

Now her heart was racing, trying to beat out of her chest as she gazed down at Usagi's sweet face. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, but she really thought a lot of that affection was genuine… not just a product of their silly fantasy. Usagi really was helpless without her. From the first time she saved her life to the many moments since, that theme kept popping up. Not that she minded. Out of anyone she'd ever known, she liked taking care of the tiny blonde ditz the most.

But it wasn't just that. Raising her hand to cup Usagi's cheek, she said in her deeper voice, "You aren't helpless, little wife. It is I who need you. Without your love, your tenderness… I am alone in this world."

The sincerity must have shone through the joking words, because Usagi's clear blue eyes widened, and she was working hard to swallow. Hands came up to shove her away, and they did push a little at first, but then simply rested on Makoto's shoulders. "I… w-well, I don't… want to leave you alone, my husband." Then a quiet giggle fell out of her lips, clearly shakier than usual, and she whispered, "Wow, you're pretty smooth, Mako-chan. I wish Tuxedo Mask would talk to me the way you do…"

"I know! He reminds me so much of my old boyfriend…" When she pet Usagi's cheek, she leaned into the touch, eyes half-closing. A thought struck her: Usagi was somehow even prettier when she was given over to a moment like that. A true princess. But this was a moment between two best friends, fellow Senshi! Maybe it was time they rethought the terms of their game. "Want me to stop, Usa-chan? I mean, I don't know what I'm doing…"

"N-nah. It's nice to pretend… I guess…"

"It is?"

"Yeah. I mean, um, as long as you're not uncomfortable or anything! We can stop… if you are…"

Makoto nodded, cleared her throat, and gripped the back of Usagi's neck. Instantly, she went still, eyes flying open again. It shot a chill into the pit of her stomach, but she ignored that and cleared her throat, speaking in her 'manly' voice again. "From the moment I saw you, I knew we were destined to be together. For you to be my bride!"

"Yes, my husband! My love!" The hands flexed on her lapels, then began petting up and down. "I have always been yours! Your strength gives me life!"

"Ah!" She dipped her, and the next giggle of pure joy from Usagi was definitely not acting. "How can a man resist such a… a goddess?!" The word came to her at the last second.

"Then do not resist any longer, Prince Mako! Kiss me and claim me again!"

So Makoto kissed her. It was supposed to be a silly one, and she dipped the smaller woman lower and waggled her head from side to side for comedic effect, making Usagi flail and laugh.

But she also kissed back. And after the first second or two, it stopped being a game. The "mmm-mmm!" noises faded into honest sighs, tightly-closed lips softened and parted slightly. Two hands slid up to cup either side of her neck, and the one she had wrapped around Usagi's waist clung more tightly. It was sweet. It was more than sweet: it was inflaming. The small form resting gently in her grasp was a welcome weight, and the mouth a portal to a world of sweetness and light that she had never even glimpsed before. All from a source she had never expected.

With no way of knowing how long they were locked together like that, they slowly parted, faces flushed and lips swollen. Usagi's crystalline eyes were completely glazed over when she looked down into them, unable to focus or to ask why they had done what they did. Makoto didn't know, either, so what was she supposed to say?

"Mako-chan…"

"Usa… I…" She cleared her throat and deepened her voice. "My sweet wife, I find you so irresistible."

"Really? You do?"

"Of course. We are married, and I wish to keep our marriage burning bright as a star!"

Usagi let out a quiet titter, bashful but smiling. "Thank you, husband." Another little kiss before she bit her lip, looking away shyly. Her whisper was sweet as her lips; "I've… never kissed anyone before… not really. But you must have kissed a lot of boys, you're so good at it…"

"I guess," she agreed, now acutely aware that they weren't playing anymore. And she was still holding Usagi.

"N-not that I mean like, that you're a skank! Just… you have experience, and I don't, so I was probably really terrible…"

That made her draw her up closer, out of the dip so that she was standing in front of her again. Toes were on top of her own, Usagi trying to make herself taller so their faces were closer, and she wrapped both arms tightly around her back to help in supporting her.

"You were great. Perfect, I mean… just like a wife. I guess. I've never had a wife before, either, so…"

"Anybody would be lucky to be your wife! I mean, you're so strong and caring like a man, but soft and thoughtful like a woman, and you can totally cook, and… a-and that was an incredible kiss!"

"Well… I could… do it again… if you wanted." Usagi looked even shyer, which she didn't think was possible given how shy she had looked a moment before that. "Or not! Y'know, I don't want to, um, make you feel weird…"

They were both silent for a moment. Usagi boosting herself by standing on Makoto's feet, she managed to start the kiss herself this time. It lasted even longer, ending with her eventually plopping the shorter girl's rear onto the countertop so that they could better reach each other's lips without straining. Hands slid up backs, soft moans sounded between them. Legs gently wrapped around her hips to keep her close. And as long as it went on, she only wanted more, and for it to go on eternally.

"AAAH!" Usagi squealed once they parted, hiding her burning face in her hands. "I can't believe we did that! And it was SO GOOD!"

"Y-yeah, it was!" Scratching the back of her neck, she looked away to try to hide her giddy smile. "Usa-chan, I didn't think… well, I mean, this is just crazy! I've always seen myself growing up to be the housewife, not to find one of my own!"

A little hum floated out of Usagi as she thrashed from side to side, clearly past worrying and into the excited phase of her reaction. "I'm your housewife, I'm your housewife! Oh, I'm so happy!" Then her eyes flew open. "How am I going to tell my parents? Or the rest of the team? Oh, they'll be okay with it, they always joke about that, anyway…"

"We'll figure it out," she chuckled, leaning up to nuzzle Usagi's face. She nuzzled back, and they shared another quick peck that threatened to turn into more. "Oh wow, that's so easy to get started!"

"I know! How did it take us this long to try it? I always…" Usagi's voice got a little quieter as she raised a finger, tracing over one of Makoto's ever-present rosebud earrings fondly. "U-um, well, I hope you don't think this is weird but I've kind of thought about it before, once or twice. But it wasn't in a serious way! Just, y'know… you're so tall, and cool, and I liked it when you fed me… that's probably dumb."

"It's not dumb! I mean, sometimes I would think that it was nice taking care of you with you being so sweet and small, too, but I told myself I was overthinking it." Throwing back her head to laugh, Makoto cawed, "Guess we were just big ol' lesbians all along!"

"I guess so!"

They both laughed for a long time about that, letting the emotions explode instead of trying to bottle them up. It took way longer to get the lasagna started than they planned, but they managed it eventually. Not that either of them minded.

"Now that it's baking, husband," Usagi began as she dragged her toward the living room, "you should come relax for a while. Let me take care of you."

"Alright, alright," she laughed. Then in her deeper voice, "My wife must rub my feet and light my cigarette, and then I will give her pocket money to buy a nice mink tomorrow."

They giggled as Usagi settled Makoto in the comfy armchair. She had worked hard to make her living room welcoming, hoping that if anyone besides her old best friend Tomoko ever visited, they might feel at home enough to come back one day. Hence the squashy furniture, soft rug under the coffee table, and the many, many plants under the windows. It felt weird for her guest to be the one doting on her, but it was part of the game, after all.

"Where do you keep your cigarettes?" she goaded, causing Motoko to snort. "Or can I bring you a can of Sapporo?"

"Just the cigarette, wife. They're in the fridge." They were only chocolate ones, anyway. When Usagi came back and popped one between her lips, then mimed like she was lighting it, she mimed taking a few puffs and then took it out to blow outward. "Phoo! Ahh, yes, very smooth and relaxing."

"Just as you deserve." She sat on the ottoman and picked up one of Motoko's legs. By the time she figured out what she was trying to do, it was already too late to head her off.

"Oh!" she gasped when she felt thumbs digging into the sole of her foot. "Usa-chan, I was kidding, you don't… mmm, that really is nice, though…"

"You've had such a hard day at work." Usagi hesitated for a moment, then improvised, "A chef with his own kitchen spends all day standing, and needs a wife to help soothe his aches, right?"

"Ohhhh, yeah…" It was more of a moan than a real answer, and Usagi giggled to hear how much her massage was working on her 'playmate'. It was also cute how she was adding to the backstory of their little game. After a few seconds of recovery, relaxing into the gentle sensation, she puffed on the cigarette again. "Wife, you… have made your husband quite happy today. If your dinner is delicious, then you will win the 'Best Wife' award!"

Her voice was so bubbly as she whispered, "Oh, if only I could achieve that dream!" that Mako couldn't suppress a titter. She rubbed for another minute or so, watching her pretend spouse eventually tire of pretending to smoke and eating the candy cigarette. Completely relaxing from the massage. Really, she would have paid Usagi to do this part for her; she might consider it, now that she knew how wonderful it felt.

Sometime after switching to the other foot, her "wife" whispered, "Mako-chan…"

"Hm?"

"I'm having a lot of fun today. Like, I know I just came over for help with home ec, but even without the kissing, it's been really nice. And I wouldn't mind trying it again someday, when we're not busy."

The sentiment touched Makoto more than she wanted to admit. It was nice having a friend so close — especially one she might be able to kiss now and then. Definitely a fringe benefit. But it felt too heavy and serious to respond to Usagi's words directly for some reason. So instead, she merely said, "You wouldn't mind coming by to cook and rub my feet? That's weird. You can come by and not do that."

"Yeah, I know." A playful smile in place, she moved to the side and knelt on the floor seiza-style, performing an ultra-low saikeirei bow with her hands in front of her knees, forehead nearly touching the rug. "I humbly apologise for my weirdness, master of my house."

The thrill that shot through Makoto was so profound that she felt her stomach tie into a knot, her heart beat faster. She both felt highly flattered and definitely wanted Usagi to stop debasing herself in such a way. "Usa… c'mon, you d-don't have to do that."

"But I want to, husband." Her face moved to one side, pressing soft lips into the tops of Jupiter's toes. She got in two or three kisses before she could jerk out of range, scrunching them to try and rid herself of the vaguely pleasant sensation. Now they were both flushed and embarrassed. "I want to please you."

"Y-you can please me by coming up here and sitting on my lap," she said with a slight stutter, face reddening further. "Before I faint or something!"

Smiling sweetly, Usagi stood and giggled for a moment about the whole situation. Then she turned and landed her warm rump on one of Makoto's thighs. She tried not to think about how nice that felt as she reached up and took either side of Usagi's neck with her hands, beginning to knead.

"Ooohh… oh, Mako-chan, that feels great…"

"A husband must take care of his wife, as well. Or what kind of husband would he be?"

The longer it went on, the sounds coming from Usagi's throat and the feeling of the muscles relaxing under her strong grip, the wriggling of the soft, padded hindquarters on her lap, made her want to kiss her again. Maybe for longer than a few paltry minutes… maybe more than just kiss her. Surprising how quickly she was getting used to this idea.

"Usa-chan, I…" Instead of finishing the thought, she kissed the shell of her cute little ear, and heard a quiet cooing in return. So she did it again. This was literally the most romantic moment of her life, and it was with another girl — one with whom she fought against the forces of evil on a weekly basis. Cute little bundle of blondeness, sweet, doting when she wanted to be doting…

"You're so… fantastic at this…" Her throat cleared; at least she was having trouble talking, too, and it wasn't just Makoto's problem. "And I never finished your other foot…"

"You didn't have to get to the first one," she told her in no uncertain terms. "I just like helping you cook. That would have been enough, and like… everything else is a bonus. That includes how nice your butt feels."

"You like that?" Her hips wiggled from side to side again, and Mako bit her lip to keep from groaning. "Hmm. I thought I noticed you checking out Ami's butt once before."

She had to head off that line of questioning, so she redoubled her efforts. There was a low purr from her thumb hitting a particularly stubborn knot, and Makoto had to ignore her own visceral response and stay focused on the task at hand. "You're still a little tense. Is it not good?"

"Mmmm, no way, Mako-chan… you're incredible. Can we kiss again?"

Makoto's green eyes twinkled with amusement. "My lips or my toes? You seemed to be into that."

"Either one…" When Makoto leaned over to gape at her, alarmed that she took her joke as being remotely serious, she ducked her head in slight shame.

"Usa-chan, I'm…" Her toes scrunched against the rug subconsciously. "But that's so weird! I m-mean… why?"

"W-well, it really felt right in the role! Y'know, worshipping my strong husband?"

"Yeah, I don't know a lot of housewives who actually kiss their husbands' feet! Just saying!"

"Maybe because their husbands don't have feet as cute as yours! I dunno!"

At that, Makoto had to scoff, even though her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. "N-nah, come on. Thanks for trying, but I know mine are huge and awful. Like the rest of me."

"Hey! Don't say that, you're perfect just the way you are! Like a supermodel! Even your feet are supermodel feet; so much sexier than my stubby toes!" Clearing her throat, Usagi rushed on ahead so Makoto wouldn't question that too deeply. "B-but, um, I'd definitely rather kiss your lips; those are… s-so sweet, and your arms are strong, and you always smell like perfume… I just can't handle myself around you."

Still trying to wrap her mind around what "sexy supermodel toes" was supposed to mean, Makoto shook her head and laughed before she kissed the back of Usagi's neck. "Then maybe I'll keep handling you. Would that help?" The resulting high-pitched squeal made her giggle more. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Wow, this is crazy!"

"Mmm, it is! But… I think… I could really get used to it. Having this with you. I mean, as long as you really think I'm worth doing this stuff with; you could probably do way better. With girls or guys!"

Swallowing down her nerves, she turned Usagi in her lap, one arm looping around her lower back and hand resting on her hip as the other one came up to caress her slender neck, fingertips rustling the wispy blonde hairs at the nape that weren't pulled up into her long twintails. It was such a possessive gesture that they both had to look away for a moment, but then she spoke to call Usagi back to the present. To tell her how wrong she was about the way she saw herself.

"My beautiful, sweet, delicious little wife deserves the best. And if she thinks that's me, then… I'm all yours."

"Mako-chan, my husband…"

The lasagna almost burned, they were so wrapped up in each other, and even once they hastily pulled it out of the oven it was quite a while before they logged some Famicom time. Delays due to "playing house" were about to become a regular part of their routine.

THE END

[next: Minako!]

#through the moon prism #forkanna writes #sailor moon fanfiction #usagi x makoto #moon x jupiter #forkanna the writer

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Today- GaoQiao (pt.3)

Aaaand that’s the end of Gao Yingjie’s POV. I do plan to do Qiao Yifan’s POV, but that probably won’t be until next month as I will be out of the country.

And I’m sorry I can’t really write romance LOL

Gao Yingjie’s POV: pt.1/pt.2/pt.3

Qiao Yifan’s POV:

Tomorrow:

Warning: definitely OOC, and does contain spoilers

Gao Yingjie had heard of Team Happy. Almost everyone had, after all. They were the ‘dark horse’ of the Challenge Tournament, so to speak. A Battle Mage named Soft Mist, Steamed Bun Invasion the Brawler, one of the most infamous Ninjas- Deception, Sleeping Whole Summer Again the Berserker, a Summoner called Concealed Light, the Cleric Little Cold Hands, and a Warlock named Windward Formation , led by God Ye Qiu’s, no, Ye Xiu’s Unspecialized character, Lord Grim. But to him, the most important player was the Ghostblade. Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash.

Qiao Yifan had improved greatly. As Yingjie watched One Inch Ash attack over, and over again, he wondered about the player behind the account.

Yifan, you’re doing so well. I’m sorry that I’m not there with you.

On the day of the Challenger Tournament final, Gao Yingjie flew to City H. He only told Wang Jiexi, receiving permission with an understanding nod. He didn’t know whether Happy would win or not, but either way, he had to be their for Qiao Yifan. As he was flying, he watched the tournament. It was only until the plane landed, did the tournament end with Happy’s victory.

Yifan! I’m coming! I’ll see you in person soon and tell you my feelings. In person… In front of Team Happy… Alone…

Gao Yingjie froze as he took his first step out of the airport. Was he really ready for this? Would Team Happy accept him? They would be rivals now, would Yifan hate him? Would he reject him? He rushed back into the airport, asking a staff member for paper and something to write with. After frantically scribbling down his letter, he rushed to call a taxi, heading to Xing Xin Internet Cafe.

Thankfully, when he arrived, no one noticed him. Team Happy’s fans were all celebrating and causing a commotion, no one had noticed the him quietly slip in. They were all gathering in a small group, chanting, trying to encourage someone, or someones, to continue drinking. It looked as if the people drinking must have been extremely drunk. Many cups and some bottles were strewn on the floor. He walked quickly to front desk, trying to attract the attention of the current manager.

“Ah…Sister? Excuse me…Sister?” Gao Yingjie tried to ask the manager, who was playing Glory.

“Yes?” She didn’t look up from her screen.

“I would like to meet someone from Team Happy…”

“Like I’ve said many times, Ye Xiu is currently… Ah! You are Gao Yingjie, yes? Tiny Herb’s successor?” After glancing up at him, she excitedly attempted to help him. “Who are you specifically looking for? Sun Zheping and Ye Xiu are actually knocked out now- Sister Mumu and Sister Rou Rou are trying to get them back on their feet. Can I have your autograph? Everyone else is supposedly having a drinking competition over…there.” She pointed to the growing mob.

Yifan? Drinking? He can’t handle any alcohol, can he? Is he okay? I have to check on him!

“Thanks, sister!”

“Wait… my autograph?”

“Later, I promise!”

Gao Yingjie tried to weave through the mob, clutching his letter tightly. After some struggle, he finally saw the mess called Team Happy. One loud, older man was laughing freely holding and spilling the cup of beer in his hand. Wei Chen, Windward Formation. To the right of him was a man in his twenties, wearing glasses. Despite the suprising amount of empty bottles in front of him, he didn’t seem all that drunk. He’s…handsome. An Wenyi, Little Cold Hands. Sleeping on his shoulder was a younger boy, dainty, almost petite, his face a cherry shade of red. I can’t really tell who he is. He seems cute, though. Next to him was a man wearing a hood. He was only holding one small cup of beer, and yet every sip he took flushed his face even more. It seemed as if he was trying to act with an aloof face, but his flush betrayed him. Mo Fan, Deception. On the left of Wei Chen sat two boys, attempting to fight, or at the very least, they attempted to struggle. The taller, blond one, was laughing hysterically as he shook the smaller one. The shorter one was looking as if he was doing anything and everything he could to not throw up. Steamed Bun Invasion, Bao Rongxing. Concealed Light, Luo Ji. Then that means…

Yingjie’s eyes moved to the petite boy, who was now conscious. Now that he could clearly see him, it was obvious that it was Qiao Yifan. Qiao Yifan started to chat with An Wenyi, his face still an adorable shade of red. As they spoke, An Wenyi seemed to blush. Qiao Yifan leaned in to say something in his ear, and whatever he must have said caused An Wenyi to turn freakishly flushed. Yingjie saw red. He wanted to walk over there, and carry off Yifan into the sunset, anywhere away from this person who would even dare to speak with Yifan in front of him, and so closely too. And yet… Yifan looks happy. Maybe… Maybe he likes him. He is handsome. Better looking than me, at least. And they look so close…

I’ll just leave.

Gao Yingjie, trying not to cry, pushed back through the crowd, bumping into a woman.

“Ah! I’m s-sorry! I-I just was r-rushing! I’m r-really really s-sorry! I-” He quickly bowed in apology, trying not to look at the tall woman who was most likely glaring holes into his back.

“Woah! You’re Gao Yingjie, right? Little Qiao’s friend?” Ah?

He looked up at the woman, realizing that this was Chen Guo, the boss of Team Happy and owner of the internet cafe.

“Y-yeah. I was going to visit him, but it looks like I have to visit him some other time. He’s…busy,” Gao Yingjie attempted to fake a small laugh.”Oh! Can you give him this later? It’s for him. Thanks- I have to go soon. My flight is in an hour.” Yingjie pushed the letter into Chen Guo’s hand, then dashed out the door.

I guess today just wasn’t the day.

Oh. I forgot to give the lady her autograph.

Gao Yingjie didn’t really contact Qiao Yifan after that. The only times he interacted with him was at Boss fights. And even then, they had no reason to talk with each other. They were enemies. After giving a curt greeting, they had to try and kill each other. Gao Yingjie didn’t mind. That much. It was easier that way. Like this, Gao Yingjie wouldn’t have to ask if Qiao Yifan had gotten his letter. Yingjie wouldn’t have to ask if Qiao Yifan knew about his feelings or not.

Of course, they would eventually meet. The first time Happy fought Tiny Herb, they never had an individual match, only fighting against each other in the group battle. He never considered the probability that they might fight individually, but that thought was challenged today- Tiny Herb and Happy’s second match.

“The second individual match! Happy’s Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash! Tiny Herb’s Gao Yingjie and Kind Tree!”

Gao Yingjie froze as his teammates looked towards him, his heart torn. He still loved Yifan, and he was so happy that they could be considered equals. But, they were equal as enemies, and he had to win. He didn’t want Yifan to lose, of course, but someone had too. And it couldn’t be him.

After I win… I will tell him. Today. I will-no, I am going to tell him.

“The second individual match! Team Happy’s Qiao Yifan and One Inch Ash wins!”

Or…not.

As he sat back down in his chair, he ignored the reassurances and attempted comforts given to him by his teammates. Instead, he thought about what he should, or even could, do.

Could I even confess to him, now? What if he- what if he laughs in my face? Would I still even be worthy? It’s even possible that he likes someone else now… His imagined his Yifan in the arms of another- one particular boy in glasses- and tried not to cry.

Even as he fought in the team battle, his thoughts still lingered on his Yifan. He had no problems ordering the team to focus Little Cold Hands. While a natural tactic, Yingjie took some pleasure in watch Little Cold Hands try and run away. Eventually, Yingjie’s jealousy got the better of him, and he made a few critical mistakes. Kind Tree finally ran out of health under the haze of dark ghost boundary.

“Team Happy wins!”

Gao Yingjie started to tear up as they lined up to shake hands. His tears finally fell as he came to Qiao Yifan. Both juniors of their teams, starting together, and yet ending up at vastly different places.

Quietly, Yifan handed him a tissue so he could wipe his tears.

“Yifan, you are so strong now…”

“You are still a genius, Yingjie.”

“But that doesn’t matter, does it? We lost.”

“Practice more. We’ll meet again on the battlefield.”

“Next time, I won’t lose.”

“Okay.” Yifan lightly smiled, then turned back and walked away with his team.

Yingjie watched the hallway Yifan had disappeared on, his heart hurting.

In the end, I never got to tell him.

I’ll prove myself to you, Yifan. I’ll show that I am worthy of you. I won’t lose. Not to anyone.

Happy against Samsara. The final match of the tenth season.

He left City B with Wang Jiexi, Liu Xiaobie and Liu Fei, planning to watch the last match of the season. He knew that a few more pro players would go to this match than usual. He at least knew that Lu Hanwen would be going, as well as Dai Yanqi.

As they arrived in the stadium, Lu Hanwen and Dai Yanqi dragged Xiaobie and Liu Fei to somewhere he didn’t know, leaving him alone with Wang Jiexi as they took their seats.

“Yingjie? Yingjie? Little Jie?” Wang Jiexi waved his hand in front of Yingjie’s face, trying to get his attention.

“Hmm..? Oh! C-captain? Yes? What is it?” stammered Yingjie, his thoughts of Yifan interuppted.

“You…like Little Qiao, right?”

“Ah…”

“It’s been obvious for a while now.”

“O-oh. Please, don’t tell anyone! If Liu Fei finds out she’ll tell Yanqi, and if Yanqi finds out everyone will find out, including Yifan andIreallydon’twantthattohappenorelsehe’drejectmeand-”

“Calm down. And you’ll have to tell him eventually, or it’ll be too late. Don’t beat yourself up about what might happen. Waiting too long causes more heartbreak than initially being rejected.” Wang Jiexi stared out to where Team Xing Xin would be sitting. “It’s better to tell them as soon as possible. Being too late- knowing that you might’ve had a chance is one of the most painful things in the world. And besides it’s not as if you’ll- well, if you gather enough courage you might find out.”

“Captain…Are you okay?”

“It’s starting now.”

“O-Okay.”

“Glory’s tenth league- Glory’s champion’s, Team Happy!”

He should’ve been cheering, and yet, his heart hurt more than ever. Qiao Yifan made it. He was a part of a champion team- proving he was better than people had originally assumed of him. He was no longer small and invisible. Yingjie was no longer good enough for him.

He- He’s a part of a champion team now. So am I- but have I contributed to that? I’ve probably been dragging our team down. Now, will I have to single-handedly win a championship? Yifan needs someone worthy of him. Someone who is worthy enough to be loved by him.

Today, I finally realize- I am not that person.

“Yingjie, let’s go and congradulate them.” Wang Jiexi stretched, and stood up. “You don’t want to keep Little Qiao waiting, do you?”

I… I kind of do.

“Oh…Of course not! L-let’s go!”

They walked over to where Team Xing Xin was talking with other players. Seeing Yifan -with An Wenyi, of course- Yingjie dashed off into the other direction, running into Chen Guo.

“Oof! Ah! Gao Yingjie! I-I’m really sorry!” Chen Guo rubbed her head with a sheepish smile.

“Oh…It’s fine. I ran into you, after all. Don’t worry about it!” Frantic to leave, Gao Yingjie hastily apologized and tried to continue running away, but stopped by Chen Guo’s firm hand.

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. Remember last year, when you gave me that letter? I had lost it, and had never given it to Little Qiao. In my embarrassment, I didn’t even tell Little Qiao that there was a letter. I’m really, really sorry.”

What? He- He didn’t reject me?

“Yingjie?”

Oh no.

“Are you alright? You look a bit pale, is everything okay?” asked a soft, familiar voice.

It was Qiao Yifan.

“Wha- Oh! Yeah, I’m fine! I’m fine really. It’s just- I’m in a bit of a rush right now I have to go-” Yingjie stammered out, not exactly knowing what to do in a type of situation like this. He considered running, before quickly being interrupted.

“Yingjie! I love you! I always- Ever since meeting you I…” Qiao Yifan trailed off as he saw that Yingjie was starting to cry. “I…I should go-”

Gao Yingjie grabbed Yifan and pulled him, his lips meeting Yifan’s.

Soft…

It was a pure kiss. It was passionate, romantic, but not overly so. It was one of longing. One where they poured all of their pent up love into.

They pulled away when Gao Yingjie ran out of breath, and he noticed that his Yifan was crying as well.

“Yifan...I love you too. Since our first meeting.”

It was only then that they realized everyone around them were cheering.

#the king's avatar #quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #qiao yifan #gao yingjie #gaoqiao #my fic #tomorrow au #here's some more shitty writing y'all #and honestly i really am AnQiao trash #lol

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As Natural As Breathing: I

For most seventeen year old's, senior year was the be all, end all of teenage life. It was the end of many an era for the normal high school student. Most students knew where they'd be going to college the next year, or what career path they intended to pursue. Trivial matters like classes and grades took a back seat so students could focus on more important matters, such as friendships, relationships, parties, and, of course, drama. The year would be long, and would most likely drag, but most students looked forward to the first day of school with a jittery hum of excitement coursing through all their veins. For the students of Nassau High, that was exactly the case. The campus was swarming with all sorts of teenagers happily reconnecting with their friends in varying levels of pitch and squeals, groups hugs and fist bumps. Almost everyone was happy to be back at school. Everyone except for the new kid in town: John Silver.

John Silver frowned, barely holding back a grimace, as he made his way through the crowded halls towards his new locker. He was used to being new. The new kid in the neighborhood. The new student in school. The new freak to point and jeer at. It came with the territory of being a foster kid, after all. Especially one with only half a leg. He'd lost the lower half of his left leg several years ago, when he was only thirteen, back when he'd been in his first foster home. Now, at age seventeen, and on his second foster home, he'd grown used to the looks, the questions, the fake concern, but that didn't mean he didn't like it any less; and while everyone around him was enjoying their first day of school, and the seniors counting down the days until they were free, he was counting down the days until he ages out of the system. So, after side stepping a group of what looked like freshman girls, he grit his teeth and reminded himself that this was the last time. This was his last new foster home, his last new foster parents, and his last new school.

Finding his locker and opening it, John stored away several textbooks and his lunch, leaving only a few notebooks, some pens and pencils remaining in his back pack. Closing his eyes, he took a long, deep breath to settle his nerves and closed the locker door with a satisfying slam. John stretched his neck this way and that, then reached up to pull his dark, curly hair into a small bun. The late August heat in the town of New Providence was almost unbearable, and John could feel the small drips of sweat making their way down the back of his neck and into the collar of his shirt. He hoped the school's air conditioning system worked better in the classrooms than it did in the hallways. If it wasn't, John feared for his nose.

The locker next to him opened quickly, with a sharp creak. A boy with a shaved head and the beginnings of a spotty beard stood next to him. John wasn't sure how, but somehow the boy's locker was already overflowing with scraps of paper and several other bits of junk. “Shit,” the boy muttered as an avalanche of paper and notebooks fell out of the locker and onto the floor. John blinked several times before kneeling down stiffly to help him clean everything up. Brown eyes flickered up to him and the boy mumbled, “Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” John shrugged, handing him the last of his papers. Bracing himself on his good leg, John stood back up and adjusted his backpack straps on his shoulders.

“Hey, you're new, aren't you?” The boy asked, shutting his locker but keeping his eyes on John. “I'm Batholomew Muldoon,” he extended his hand and John took it. Bashfully, the boy shrugged, “But everyone just calls me Muldoon.”

“John—John Silver,” John gave Muldoon's hand a solid shake before letting go. Smiling charismatically, he added, “And you can call me whatever you'd like.”

Huffing out a laugh, Muldoon nodded, “Well all right then. What's your first class, Silver?”

Brows furrowing, John bit down on his lower lip and hummed to himself while he rummaged through his back pack for his class schedule. “Spanish with Mr. Raja,” he read, his words ending in a questioning tilt.

“Same here!” Muldoon exclaimed happily. He grabbed his back pack from off the ground and started walking down the hallway. He waved for John to follow, “I should warn you, though. Raja's a hard ass. I mean, you'll learn a lot since Spanish is actually his first language, but you do not want to piss the guy off, believe me. Oh, and never be late with him. He considers it, like, sacrilege or something.” Muldoon frowned, noticing John's slower gait and uneven steps and looked down to see what the trouble was. At the sight of his prosthetic, Muldoon's brows shot up and his jaw dropped ever so slightly, making his mouth look like a small 'O'. John quirked a brow, just waiting for the questions to start flooding from the boy's mouth, but Muldoon never asked them. Instead, he snapped his jaw shut, slowed his pace and continued on like nothing had changed. Clearing his throat, he asked, “So what's the rest of your schedule like?”

Looking back down at the schedule still clutched in his hand, John told him, “Second period, Calc with Hornigold, third, Anatomy with Mapleton, fourth, Econ with Guthrie, then lunch, fifth is Gym with Gates, sixth, art with Pretorius and seventh, English with Hennessey.”

Muldoon whistled low, “That's one hell of a schedule—lots of A.P teachers on that list of yours. What are you, some kind of genius?”

John barked out a laugh, “Hardly,” he said. Truth was, John was an average student. There was nothing spectacular in his educational history to support his placement in these advanced classes, but, after years and years of shuffling around, he'd learned a trick or two to beat the system that was standardized testing. Never one to show his hand, though, he merely said, “I just test well.”

“Lucky bastard,” Muldoon said with a cheeky grin. “Raja's room is this way,” he jerked his head to a classroom to his left and led them to a pair of desks in the back of the room. “Thinking about joining any sports?” He asked after they settled in to their seats. John pulled out a notebook and a pen and leaned back, glad that Muldoon had chosen seats in the very back where his prosthetic would be blocked from view. He knew eventually someone would ask him—the fact that Muldoon wasn't the first was a pleasant surprise—but why run to that bridge when he could easily walk? “I'm on the swim team, myself,” Muldoon continued, rummaging through his own backpack for a pen, John guessed. “We have open swims every Wednesday to get in shape for season if you're interested in checking it out.”

John eyed Muldoon's shaved head. That was not a look he thought he could pull off, so with an easy smile and short laugh, he said, “Nah, I'm not any good at swimming—barely know how to float, really.”

“Ah,” Muldoon nodded, “Oh well—what sports are you into, then?” He finally found his pen and smirked proudly at it before heading back into his backpack for something else.

John shifted his left leg self consciously. He knew there were plenty disabled people who excelled at sports. He just wasn't one of them. He never took a strong interest in any sport, and it wasn't like any of his foster parents ever took an interest in his extra curriculars. “Not really a sports guy, I guess.”

The teacher, Raja, walked into the room, shutting the door behind him before walking to his desk. The bell rang, and a moment later a dozen students filed in. “You are all late,” Raja said, his words clipped. “Since it is the first day, I will forgive it, but never again. Now, how many of you retained any Spanish over the summer, hmm?” Only three people raised their hands. Spanish was actually one of the subjects John was good at—one of the few. He was much better speaking it, though, than he was at writing it. That being said, however, he was not one of the students to raise his hands. That would lead to unwanted attention. Extra unwanted attention in John's case. “So none of you,” Raja said. “Very well,” he opened a drawer in his desk and placed a stack of work books atop it. “Come, claim your books and turn to page five.”

John grimaced, bracing himself. This was it. The moment the murmurings and stares began. He could feel it. Standing up with the rest of his classmates, John walked to Raja's desk and grabbed his copy of the work book. He saw the exact moment Raja's eyes landed on his leg. The man pursued his lips—clamping down on his own curiosity, John was sure—and he cleared his throat. “Class, we have a new student.” He looked down in his planner and nodded. “John Silver, is it?”

“Yes, ah—sir.” He said, staring at the man with wide eyes. He hunched his shoulders inwards and placed more weight on his good leg, really putting on a show for the man. He didn't know Raja from a hole in the ground, but Silver knew people. He understood them. He knew how to play them. And from what Muldoon had told him on their way to class, he had a pretty good idea about how, exactly, to play Raja. The honorific—playing to the man's ego—the slight hesitation—playing to the protective instincts every teacher had—the shy, nervous body language—it was all too easy.

Raja's gaze softened and he nodded towards John's seat, “Welcome to Nassau,” he said, and that was that. To John, that bridge was looking ever so lovely, off in the distance.

After that the class went by quickly. Since it was just the very first day of school not even Raja could get away with making the students do anything too mentally strenuous and before John knew it, he and Muldoon were on their way to their second class. “I've got Gym next,” he told John as they left Raja's class. “But we've got lunch together. Find me then, yeah?”

Something within John uncoiled with Muldoon's invitation. He'd spent plenty of lunches by himself before—it was old hat to him by now—but all the same, having someone to sit with would make these last few high school days much more bearable. “Yeah, sounds good man.” And with a final nod from the two high school boys, they went their separate ways down the hallway.

Calculus was next. John liked Calculus well enough. He wasn't as good at it as he was at Spanish, but it was a close thing. He could coast easily in the class, which he soon realized he'd have to bank on considering the teacher, a long winded bore of a man, made John's eyes droop faster than NyQuil. Next was a class taught by a woman with a fake beauty mark on her cheek and the scent of mothballs covered with some perfume surrounding her. The class was interesting, though, and they got to handle castes of bones. Their first quiz was in a week, though, and would count for thirty percent of their grade which was not something John looked forward to. Then was Economics. It was taught by a shrewd man named Guthrie whose daughter was apparently in John's class. Neither of them looked very happy about it. All Guthrie did was hand out their syllabus and explain the rules of his class room. Then situated himself behind his desk and began to read a book, his class all but forgotten. Eleanor, his daughter, scoffed at his behavior, gathered her things, and left the class room with no hesitation or fear. John marveled after her, but didn't follow. He already had enough people whispering about him—they weren't very quiet whispers—John didn't need to feed the fire.

By the time he'd gotten to the cafeteria, John felt blessed. Like he'd dodged a million bullets. He figured he'd make it until fourth period before someone asked him about his leg, or about his past. He knew he could dodge most of the teacher's inquiries either by charm, beguile, or their apathy, but Guthrie's blasé attitude took the cake, and so far most of his peers had been too shy to even talk to him. He knew his luck wouldn't hold out, but he'd savor every moment it did. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, lunch in hand, he spotted Muldoon sitting at a table with three other boys over by the windows. When he was only a few paces away, the bald headed teen looked up and smiled, waving him over. “Silver!” He waited for John to sit down and then introduced him to the table, “Silver, this is Joji,” he pointed to an an Asian boy with dark eyes and long, straight hair. “Billy,” he pointed to what John could only describe as a giant with puppy dog eyes, “Most call him Bones, but your choice,” Muldoon added with a grin. Billy rolled his eyes and a flush overcame his cheeks. “And Dufresne,” he pointed lastly to a boy with curly locks and the thickest glasses John had ever seen.

“Hey,” John nodded in greeting.

“Hey, what's up with your—ouch! The fuck, Billy?” Dufresne growled, rubbing his ribs.

Billy blinked at him owlishly, looking completely innocent. “Sorry, man,” he said, eyes wide. “Did I hit you?”

“Yeah!” Dufresne yelped, an angry flush settling over his cheeks and ears. “Lumberjack,” he muttered, returning to his meal and completely forgetting his unfinished question. John locked gazes with Billy and the larger man's lips quirked into a smile for a just a moment before he turned back to Muldoon.

“Did you hear Vane and Flint got into a fight already?” Billy asked around a mouthful of chips.

“What?” Muldoon asked, incredulous. “Already?” He looked at Joji who confirmed it with a nod. “Christ, we're not even done with the first day yet!”

“Any idea what it was about?” Dufresne asked.

“Eleanor, probably,” Muldoon speculated.

“Eleanor Guthrie?” John clarified, his brows raising high up on his forehead.

“Yeah,” Billy nodded, “you meet her yet?”

John shook his head, “Not really. We have Econ together—her dad's the teacher, I guess?” Again, Joji nodded. “She bailed early. Just up and left. It was weird.”

Muldoon nodded with his eyes closed, looking like some sage. “Yeah, well, she hates her dad so that's not very surprising.”

John wanted to ask why the blonde girl hated her father, but asking questions could open himself up for questions. He didn't want that. And besides, he figured he learned the reason why soon enough.

“I don't think it was over Eleanor,” Billy said thoughtfully. “If it were Vane and Max, then maybe . . . but not Flint and Vane.”

“Whatever it was, it was probably mind numbingly stupid,” Dufresne said, and the three other men nodded in agreement. John couldn't help but wonder who these men—Flint and Vane—were. They sounded exciting, interesting, and if they were feeding the rumor mill, thus taking attention away from John himself, then he was all for them.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, John chimed in with a, “I believe I heard someone say it was over some money.” John had, in fact, heard no such thing, but he knew money was always somehow involved one way or another.

“Could be,” Billy nodded, “I think there was some betting happening over the summer.”

“Yeah! I heard Vane lost big!” Dufresne added, and John knew the boy had heard nothing by the slight hitch in his breath before he spoke, but he definitely wasn't going to call him on it. “Like, over five hundred dollars, big.”

“What?” Muldoon's eyes were the size of saucers, and then he gasped, “Oh shit, here comes Flint now.”

Joji continued eating as he'd been doing this entire time, but Dufresne slouched in his seat, trying to disappear, Muldoon averted his gaze out the window, and Billy shoved half his sandwich in his mouth. Silver, curiosity piqued, glanced over his shoulder to see what this Flint character looked like. Mean, that was the first thought that came to John's mind after he laid eyes on the boy walking his way. He figured 'Flint' must have been nickname—since no one here seemed to go by their actual names—because there was no way someone with that red of hair was actually named Flint. He accidentally caught the boy's eye—so green, John thought he was looking into a forest—and all of a sudden John felt as if he were falling. His heart raced in his chest, working it's way up into his throat, and his mouth dried up faster than a California drought. With every ounce of his will power, John looked away from the red headed boy and tried to regain control over his senses.

Flint scowled and sneered at anyone that got too close to him before settling into an empty table and eating his own lunch in solitude. It looked like he preferred it that way, too. “Oh yeah,” Muldoon said, more to himself than anything else, “Thomas and Miranda graduated last year, didn't they?”

“Yeah,” Billy said, his face blotchy and his eyes full of tears from shoving his sandwich down his esophagus. “They're both at Whitehall University, I think. Right?” He looked to Joji. Joji nodded.

“He has other friends though,” Dufresne said sullenly, scowling down at his soup. “He's just being stubborn.”

“Flint? Stubborn?” Billy blinked, faux innocence returning, “You don't say.”

“He doesn't look like he's been in a fight,” John found himself saying. It was true, though. Flint's face looked normal—no cuts or bruises or swelling.

“Vane tends to fight . . .dirty,” Dufresne said delicately.

“He hits below the belt,” Muldoon clarified. Joji hummed in agreement. “On the other hand, though, Flint definitely doesn't—Vane's face is probably all sorts of messed up.”

John hummed, then stood up to throw away his trash. When he returned to the table, he realized his mistake. He should have waited until they were all leaving to do that, but now, having done it alone, he placed himself in a vulnerable position. He'd left the pack, and now, thank to his leg, there was a target on his back. He could see it in Dufresne's beady little eyes. His interest was renewed, having seen the prosthetic again. In sight, in mind, or something like that. And this time, Billy was to busy drinking his water to stop the question that came rushing out of the curly haired boy's mouth, “So how'd you lose it? You're leg?”

Billy snorted, water coming out of his nose. Joji closed his eyes, as if he were praying for patience. And Muldoon rolled his eyes, while hissing, “Christ, Dufresne!”

John knew the question was coming, though. He'd known it all day. He always knew, really. He just didn't know where the question would come from. So without even having to think about it, an easy smile—one crafted from years and years of practice—slipped across his lips, and with a slight shrug, John answered, as easily as breathing, “Car accident.”

And it was a lie.

#silverflint #black sails #black sails fanfic #james flint #john silver #high school au #5+1 things #5 times john lies #and 1 time he doesnt

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