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melonthesprigatito · 2 years

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What If: Rhyme caught a cold

Ok, so I just had this idea pop into my head and I wanna write it down before I forget because it's really cute and involves a lot of bad guy found family/friendship.

For starters, Rhyme and Reason share a bed in their secret lair. Not for any romantic reason, they're just too broke to afford a second bed. Plus, its kind of a big bed so they have plenty of space. One morning, Reason wakes up and notices that he's alone. Which is unusual. Reason is and always has been an early riser because he's the sort of guy who wants to make the most of his day and get a practical start instead of lying in bed all day. Meanwhile Rhyme is a super heavy sleeper. That super speed expends a whole lot of energy so she kinda just collapses into bed at the end of the day and sleeps in super late. The fact that Rhyme is up before him is highly unusual.

The second thing he notices is that it's super cold. Like, REALLY super cold. It's as if someone left a window open all night in the depths of winter. Which is impossible because their lair is an underground bunker they just found and stuck a mailbox outside of.

So Reason kinda panics, you know. Rhyme doesn't normally lose control of her powers unless something very bad has happened. He puts on his slippers and the floor is just covered in crunchy frost. Which leaves footprints, fortunately. And Rhyme's is still fresh. So he follows them out of the bedroom, through the living room, where he notices that the sofa is missing and the drag lines in the frost along with Rhyme's footprints leads to the panic room.

The panic room is a completely bare room vault like room where they usually store their stolen goods, except today it's completely empty, except for Rhyme, who is huddled on the sofa in the middle of the room, bundled in several half frozen blankets, slightly delirious and she's shivering very badly. The walls, ceiling, floor, basically the entire room is coated in thick sheets of ice. Rhyme sneezes and Reason barely avoids being frozen solid. Because when Rhyme gets a cold, its literally cold. As her body temperature drops, the air temperature around her drops. And sneezing + frost breath? Not a great combination.

Rhyme basically woke up with a cold in the early hours of the morning, so she got out of bed, dragged the sofa into the panic room and slept there for the rest of the night because she didn't want to hurt Reason or damage their belongings.

Reason immediately brings her more blankets and her favourite stuffed plushie, Pengy Wengy and he heats her up a bowl of her favourite chicken soup, which he gently encourages her to eat.

Rhyme is whimpering and has huge, sad eyes the entire time because she doesn't want him to stay near her in case she accidentally freezes him or he catches her illness. But Reason refuses to abandon his friend when she needs him.

Reason realises that there's a Villain's Society Meeting today and he's worried that they might get in trouble for not attending, so he calls in sick.

He makes a post on the Evil Villains Society Message Board:

ReasonableJellyGuy: Hey guys, sorry, we can't attend the Villains Society Meeting today. Rhyme caught a really bad cold and I can't leave her all by herself.

ChuckTheSandwichMaster37: Oh no! Is she ok????🥺

ReasonableJellyGuy: She's fine, but she's accidentally turned our lair into a winter wonderland. I gave her some soup and I'm trying to keep her warm.

Reason is shocked when his inbox suddenly explodes with "Get well soon!" comments from pretty much every villain. They all offer up their own suggestions for various remedies that worked on them when they were sick.

MeMyselfAndI: What about giving her some fresh air? Have you tried, given that a shot, and attempted that yet?

AButcherAndHisCat: My dad used to make me wear a potato necklace when I was sick because it draws out the toxins or something. It works, I swear!

QuestioningLady????: Are you sure that really works? Are you sure it's not just the placebo effect?

AButcherAndHisCat: I don't know about any place bows or whatever you said but it worked for me.

CHEEEEEESE: Guys, you're missing the obvious solution! Cheese solves everything!

Things only get better when the villains all band together and visit Rhyme and Reason's place to help her get better. Some of them even cancelled their scheduled robbery for that day to help out. They all come baring supplies; socks, blankets, first aid kits and various foodstuff.

Chuck tries to feed her sandwiches, because in his opinion, you get better sooner if you have the energy from a full stomach.

Lady Redundant Woman brings an orange, a tangerine and a clementine to boost her Vitamin C.

The Butcher, Big Left Hand Guy, and Mr Big pull together and manage to move the bed from the bedroom to the panic room to give Rhyme a more comfortable place to lie down.

Leslie brings a whole bunch of bunny blankets. Rhyme ends up wrapped in more layers than a Pass The Parcel gift.

Dr Two Brains has to be physically wrestled away from the bed before he can feed Rhyme the cheese he brought. Reason very, very gently breaks it to him that Rhyme doesn't really like cheese so that wouldn't really help her get better, but thank you for trying. Two Brains is appalled.

The Whammer tries to clear away the ice on the walls to give Rhyme more room because every time she sneezes she just adds another layer of ice to the walls.

The Whammer:

"WHAM!"

Reason: "I appreciate your help, but could you say your whams a little quieter because Rhyme's trying to rest, pls."

The Whammer: "wham"

Reason: "Thank you."

To the absolute shock of everyone, Mrs McCallister shows up. She heard from Tobey that this poor girl was sick and her Mom Instincts™ kicked into high gear. She starts directing all the villains on what to do and they're all like "Yes, ma'am." because Tobey's mom scares even the most hard hearted of bad guys. Once she's made absolutely sure Rhyme is alright, she tells everyone to leave because Rhyme needs to sleep and she's not going to be able to do that if there's a bunch of people in her house. Everybody says goodbye and says that they hope Rhyme gets well soon. Rhyme manages to say a weak "Thank you...!" as they exit. Mrs McCallister gives Reason her phone number and tells him that he can call her if they need anymore help.

At the end of the day Rhyme does feel a little bit better. At the next Villains Society Meeting, everyone is happy to see her again. Rhyme and Reason are super touched, because they've never really experienced that level of kindness from other villains before so Rhyme organises a small party, using her (thankfully back to normal) frost breath to serve everyone chilled drinks as thanks for when they all came together to help her and Reason in their hour of need.

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imnothingbutpoetry · 3 years

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Happy Tears

Howdy people!

How are you? I hope that you are all fine and healthy during these times.

Today I have to show you some cute drabbles of our best boys in Haikyuu!! in a quite peculiar situation.

(I got a little carried away with these drabbles. This was going to be shorter, but, you know me - you really don’t -)

Please enjoy this writing, and constructive comments are always appreciated!

Once said this, let’s get into it!

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Pairings -> gn!reader x Bokuto Kōtarō / Tendō Satori / Yamaguchi Tadashi / Lev Haiba (separately)

Warnings -> Fluff and happy tears

Synopsis -> People always associate tears and cries with sadness, grief, and worry. But how would some of our boys react to a s/o who starts crying from happiness?

Words-> 4667

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Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto Kōtarō is a ball of fluffiness that needs constant affection, praise, and cuddles. If he doesn’t have that, he will fall into a pit of “emo feelings”, becoming his depressed self.

For this reason, all of his past partners never lasted long enough to finally get to know the boy: he was too much to handle for people who only wanted him for his looks and popularity, leaving Akaashi to look after him and take him out of his sad seasons.

Or at least, that was until he encountered you. You were someone who was willing to pamper him through his gloomy days and encourage him to be his best version, looking behind his pretty face and the popular agenda he was used to relating to. For this reason, he vowed to care for you and make you the happiest person to ever step on the earth.

Your duty as Bokuto Kōtarō’s partner was quite easy: give him cuddles, love, and baked goods, and he will be putty in your hands, as well as the happiest boy on the earth. Being his partner was a hard job that you were delighted to have, because, in return, the lover boy made you the happiest person on this planet, giving you lots and lots of love and kisses.

For this reason, you couldn’t understand how his anterior partners couldn’t keep up with the boy. You could tell that Bokuto was the sweetest person you ever met, and he was the most beautiful human, on the inside and outside, that stole your heart and protected it with all his care.

Because of this, when you overheard some of Bokuto’s classmates talking bad about your partner, you lost all your sense of rationality and went there to kick some asses.

“Who do you think you are, talking like that about a guy who is better than you in every aspect?” You stomped towards the two guys, who stopped talking at your abrupt appearance.

Looking at you up and down, one of them continued talking. “And who are you to interrupt us?” Laughing, both of the guys shared another look. Bitches.

“If you didn’t know, I’m Bokuto’s partner by the way.” At this, both of them paled a little bit. There may be some “rumors” about the volleyball captain's partner slapping someone because they were making fun of their boyfriend’s emo-mood. Yeah, “just” rumors… Well, continuing where we were. “So if you have anything bad to say, you can put your opinions up your a-”

When you were finishing the sentence, a hand on your shoulder silenced it. Turning your head, you saw Bokuto standing next to you. His presence alone was sufficient to make the boys storm off, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

“Hey babe.” Bokuto said gloomily. That’s when you knew that he also heard what those two guys were saying earlier.

“Bokuto!” Hugging him, you started speaking again. “Baby you don’t have to listen to anything that these boys tell about you. You know how amazing you are and how beautiful and precious you are, and how you do everything from the heart, and how yo-”

“Y/n, it doesn’t matter, really.” Bokuto undid the hug you both were sharing, and you could see behind his eyes. He was affected.

“No Bo you don’t understand, you can let them talk bad about you, you can’t-” At this point you were speed-talking, and a glimpse of tears could be seen in your gaze.

“Y/N!” Bokuto shouted when he saw that tears started falling from your eyes. “Baby, babe, pup, what happened?” Whipping the crystal tears from your cheeks, Bokuto started caressing your face and neck.

“It’s just that-” Sniffling, you launched yourself at Bokuto, who caught you between his chest and arms, with one of them in your back, and the other gripping your thigh.

“Come on pup, what happened?” Rubbing your back and giving you a little peck on the cheek, your boyfriend tried to draw out the motive of your intense crying. “Are you ill? Do you need me to take you to the nurse's office?”

“No Bo.” Trying to recompose yourself so you could speak, you gave the bicolored-haired boy a soft look, which was even softer by the redness of your face. “It’s just…” Breathing in, you explained to him what was bothering you, and why you seemed so upset with those people before. “It’s just that I can’t stand people making fun of you. You are a beautiful person who always makes other people your top priority. Why does it matter if you need more cuddles than other people? I will always be here to take care of you, because I know that you will be here to take care of me. We are a couple, and my duty as your partner is to make you happy and content. My duty is to make you feel loved.”

With this little speech, Bokuto was the one that started tearing up. Then, it was his turn to speak. “That’s why you are crying? Because some other people made me upset?”

“That’s not exactly the reason.” Smiling through your tears, you gave the captain one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen from you. “I am crying because I am so happy that you are my lover, Bo. I’m crying because I never had someone like you before, and seeing other people make fun of you made me realize that I want to protect you and make you feel the one and only in this world. Baby, I am crying because I love you so much that I didn't know how to express it, Bo. Because I love you, and I will always love you.”

When you said this, none of you said anything during what seemed an eternity. You started thinking that maybe you went a little overboard with what you have said, so you started trying to climb down his strong arms. That’s when Bokuto reareacted, and gripping you tighter, he talked again.

“I love you so much, y/n. I think you broke me because I don’t know what to say, and the only thing that comes to my mind is that I love you so, so much. Baby, I love you!” While your boyfriend was saying this, he also started crying, tearing his eyes up with salty tears, while he hid his face on your neck.

This nearly broke you too, as your love for the boy seemed to increase with his sentence. What happened next, it’s something that both of you will remember as the happiest peak of your relationship, and the moment when you realized that you were a perfect match. For this reason, you couldn’t think of anything better than to shout “I love you’s” with your boyfriend.

“BO I LOVE YOU!”

“Y/N!”

“BOKUTO!”

While you were shouting each other’s names while crying and hugging with an incredible force, you didn’t notice a certain black-haired guy who was watching you from afar. The guy’s name was Akaashi, and upon seeing the scene in front of him, he let out a long sigh. Today, he wasn’t only left to take care of a sad burrito, but of two lovers who couldn’t stop crying and bawling their eyes out. Today Akaashi was going to be a nanny, but for his two friends, he would go to the end of the world and back so they could stay safe and sound and cry without anyone getting in their way.

Tendō Satori

My my, this boy is an interesting one, and I think that he doesn’t have the recognition that he deserves.

Contrary to popular belief, I firmly believe that Tendō isn’t a yandere who will take pride in hurting you. So please stop making him like this, it isn’t his personality.

Said this, in my opinion Tendō is someone who will make “his paradise”, his pet name for you, the happiest person on earth, taking them to weird and unusual dates, but ensuring that his partner always has a smile on their face. So imagine his bewilderment when you start randomly crying on your date to the zoo.

“Come on my paradise, or we will be late to see the birds.”

“Tendō, we are running towards the zoo, we can’t possibly be late when they open in an hour!”

This conversation is the one that you have with your boyfriend Tendō Satori, while you both are running towards the zoo because he decided that today he wanted to see wild animals when in the first place, you were going to have a movie date in your house.

“What happened to Ten-Ten, my love?” The red-head then stops running, causing you to crash against his back. Thank god that he had your hand in a firm grip, because if it wasn’t, well, then you would have crashed against the cold hard floor.

“I would have called you Ten-Ten if we were walking, you know I don’t play volleyball like you!”

“And? A little adventure it’s good for everyone.”

You look into each other's eyes, and then you both start laughing with stars in your sight.

“Okay, you got me there Ten, but can we stop for a minute or two?” Running out of breath you push Tendō towards a bank in a small square, where your boyfriend sits down and pushes you on his lap. “We still have time, you know?” Caressing his face, you both kiss. When he breaks it, he starts talking again.

“I know, but, I just wanted to see the birds with you.” Putting his head on your shoulder, he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Ten-Ten, you may be able to fool your enemies in the court, but you know you can’t lie to your partner.” Tendō raises his head and looks directly into your eyes, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind those words.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know you, babe.” As you talk, you let your hand play with his own, tracing his bandaged fingers and giving each one little kisses as you continue with your explanation. “I know the look in your eyes when you are lying to me. Maybe in the court this gaze is transformed into something indestructible, but with me, you know that I can understand each one of your glances.”

Tendō hugged your waist and gave a tiny kiss to your neck and shoulder. He always does this when he is nervous or excited about something.

“Well…” He starts talking while his eyes wander far from your form. “Maybe it’s not the birds what I want to see.”

“Then what do you want to visit, Ten? Do you want to return to my house and watch the new movie that you wanted to see with me?”

“No!” Exalted, he nearly shouted the word to you. Then, when he was a little calmer, he continued with his rambling. “What I really want to see is your smile.”

With his statement you turned your head towards his, and this time it was your turn to put your head on his shoulder. Giving him a tiny smile, you asked him with curiosity. “What does that mean, Tendō? You always see my smile when I’m with you.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just that…” Your boyfriend stopped talking and you gave him an encouraging kiss on his head. Then, he continued. “You always make things for me, and do whatever I want, so I wanted to return you the favor.” Tendō grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his bandaged ones. “At the zoo for today they will put this new section with a petting zoo of sheep and llamas and alpacas, and I know how much you love these animals, so I thought I could bring you there to see your smile while petting them. You always have this sappy smile when you talk about how you would like to pet an alpaca, so I thought it would be a great idea. I was just thrilled to see you happy, so I wanted to get there as early as possible.”

“Tendō…” Saying his name with a whispering voice, you were suddenly overwhelmed with all this love. You were on the verge of crying, and your boyfriend took notice of this too.

“The idea was that horrible? You look like you're about to cry.” Putting his hand on your cheek, he continued. “Do you still want to go to the zoo? We can just get some ice cream in the park next to your house.”

With this final sentence, abruptly all hell broke loose and you started bawling and tearing your eyes out.

“Babe?! Y/n why are you crying? We don’t need to go to the zoo if you don’t want, we can-”

“No no, it’s not because of the zoo.” Sniffling, you started explaining the motives of your crying. “It’s just because I’m so happy Ten-Ten.”

Tendō looked at you weirdly, but still with worried and loving eyes. “Are you crying because you are happy?”

“I know it’s weird but, it’s just,” Making a pause to recompose yourself, you finally looked straight into his eyes. “I am so happy right now with you. Nobody ever cared that much for me, nobody loved me as you do, and I certainly never have loved someone as much as I love you.”

You grabbed his hands, and you looked into his eyes as if it was the first time that you did so. “Tendō, I love you so much. So, so much. And you remember everything that I say, and you make me so happy. Yes, I want to go to the petting area of the zoo with you. I would like it so much.”

At this, your boyfriend got your face between his hands and gave you a little smooch. “My paradise, look at me. The shine of my eyes it’s because of you, because of how happy you make me. I would do anything for you. But babe, you don’t need to cry of happiness. In that case, you should only laugh. I want you to laugh every day, okay?” Giving you another kiss, he pushed you carefully off his lap and stood up with you.

“Now, my paradise, do you want to go to the zoo, or do you prefer crying a little bit more about how much do you love me?”

Giving him a tiny shoulder punch, you grabbed his hand and started running with him again towards the zoo. Even though you cried this day, you can surely tell that it was the best day of your life.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Yamaguchi has always been at your side.

Being childhood friends alongside Tsukishima, you found yourself falling in love with the freckled boy a little bit more every day, while having to listen to the nasty side remarks the blond boy threw at your side.

However, your friendship ended the day you decided to confess to Yamaguchi, having a tearful final full of surprises.

With the final ring of the school bell, classes finally ended and students were able to leave the school behind. Some people left towards an upcoming weekend full of adventures, and, some other people, left for a full weekend of homework. Thankfully, you were one of the lucky students who didn’t get any schoolwork, having done all your exams and having got good grades.

However, all the calmness that you could get by having a free-work weekend it’s replaced by the nervous feeling of having to confess to your childhood friend, whom you have asked if you could meet tomorrow morning.

“Why am I doing this?” You thought, “Oh right, because Tsukishima said that if I didn’t confess this weekend, he would do it for me” and believe me, it’s better if he doesn’t confess your feelings for you. He can be quite, hum, sarcastic and horrible when he wants to.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a usually nervous boy approached you with a sappy smile on his face. Can you guess who it is?

“Y/n, wait for me!” At this, you jumped a little bit and stopped walking towards the school gates. Turning your head to the voice, you encountered the love of your li-, your childhood friend.

“Yams, what are you doing here? You scared me, didn't you have practice?” Exalted you exclaimed.

“Well, we have a little break. I just wanted to confirm if tomorrow you still can meet me at the park.”

Sweating (when did you start sweating?), you answered. “Of course Yams, I will be there, you know I invited you in the first place.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yamaguchi started rubbing his neck with his right hand, and you swear that one day you are going to die of his cuteness. “And another thing before you leave, Tsukki is coming too.”

NO, No, no, no, “W-what?” if you thought you were sweating before, you haven’t seen yourself now. “Why is Tsukishima coming?”

“Well, he asked if he could come too because he said that he doesn’t want to miss something that would make him laugh a lot. I haven’t understood that part.”

That bitch. “Okay, don’t worry, we will still be together, so no problem. See you tomorrow, Yams.” I swear I can hear his stupid laugh.

“See you tomorrow y/n!” Now running towards the gym door, the boy disappeared, and you know that you never had this enormous urge of killing blondes before.

Tomorrow came earlier than expected, and you found yourself walking towards the park in slow motion. Little steps without confidence were the ones that you gave until you stopped at the large gates of the park.

“You can do this y/n, just ignore Tsukishima.” Repeating this like a mantra in your head, you advanced towards your special spot in the park, a little spot full of flowers and two swings. You always go there with Yams, and every time you end up with flower crowns made by the freckled friend.

“Look who's here already, our little shy friend y/n.” That bitch already. At least I know I have arrived in time for our meeting.

“Tsukishima.” Giving him your nastiest glare, you turn towards Yamaguchi, who is swinging in the wooden plaything. “Hello Yams! How are you?”

“It’s nice knowing that you care for me”

“Shut up Tsukishima, and go away.” Looking at him, you know that he won’t go away that easily. “Oh please lord Tsukishima, go away.” The disgusting things that I have to do for him to leave.

“Well if you insist, I’ll be right there.” And he only steps aside to the tree next to the swings. Well, this has to do.

“What's the matter, y/n?” Yams stands up and touches your arm. “Are you okay?”

Y/n please don’t mess this up. Please please don’t mess this up. Please don’t be nervous, you can do it, please-

“I LIKE YOU!”

…

“W-What?”

Congratulations y/n, you messed up. You really really messed up. And on top of it all, the blonde bitch is nearly falling from laughter. You have to solve this now.

“Okay Yams, I know that this isn’t how I should have confessed but… I really like you, since forever. You are always by my side, and you are what makes my world spin. I know that you don’t feel the same, but I-”

“I like you too, y/n.”

“What?” You look at him, and you feel like crying.

“I also like you… I have been liking you for a long time really, and, wait, are you crying?”

At this point, the pressure finally settled down, and you started sniffling, with tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Yams, I’m just, so so so happy-” Stopping to clean your face with your sleeve, you continued crying even more. “to be with you.”

“Come on, please don’t cry!” At this, Yamaguchi gives you a bear hug, and you can’t be happier.

“These are happy tears, Yams. I’m just so happy that you also like me!” And more and more tears.

“Well, then you are going to cry some more, because I’m going to be with you from now on.”

Hugging him even more, you nearly tackled him to the floor, and cried even more.

“I love you Yams!” At this, it was Yamaguchi who started crying of happiness, and the people at the park wondered why two teenagers were desperately bawling their eyes out, while looking at you with pity and some disgust.

“You both look ridiculous right now.”

“Shut up, Tsukishima!” And you remained hugging each other until the blonde boy had to separate you two because it was getting late, and lunch was going to be served in each of your homes.

Lev Haiba

With Lev Haiba you know one thing for sure: it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he will always be taller.

Said this, this statement leads to him picking you up on every opportunity that he has, super comfortable bear hugs, and, of course, piggyback rides on every walk home.

Used to be alone all your life, this new and recently acquired affection brings back some tears that you thought you left behind, but this time, the tears have another flavor in them.

Watching volleyball matches wasn’t something that you overly enjoyed, but when Lev was on the court, the matches transformed into a movie that you could spend your entire life watching. Even though the boy wasn’t the best player, and definitely wasn’t the team's ace, all the effort that he put into those matches was something that you could observe forever. Lev was an upcoming star who made some mistakes, but on the court, life seemed to disappear and the only thing that mattered was the ball in front of him, calling for his name.

And while he was on the court, the only thing that mattered to you were his vibrant eyes that shine through the dim lights of the gym and reflect all of his passion for the sport. While he was on the court, you could only view how happy volleyball made him, and how happy it made you that Lev has something he could rely on forever, that he has something that makes his big eyes enjoy the small world he was seeing.

However, the shine of his eyes disappears when he touches the ball, changing into determination and dedication, only for it to return when the ball goes to the other side of the court and makes a point. Then, it’s when Lev would look up at the grades and search for some other eyes. Then, it’s when Lev would search for your beautiful e/c eyes and send you one of his killing smiles, one of the smiles that make your heart engulf your chest, and that makes hundreds of butterflies appear in your stomach.

When Lev gets a point, you know that right after he will be always looking after your gaze, and then it will be your turn to have shiny eyes that demonstrate how proud you are of him, and how much you love the half-Russian guy.

Even though it’s during the match when you are proud of him, it’s when it finishes that you can go next to the guy and actually show him how much it meant to you.

After every game, it doesn’t matter if it’s a practice or a significant one, he will always come running to you in the gym halls, grabbing you and spinning you in an enormous bear hug. While he is sweaty and tired, that doesn’t stop him from showing you his love.

“Y/n!” He would say while grabbing your tights and making you hug his neck so you don’t fall to the floor. “Have you seen me? Have you seen that point?”

“Of course I have seen it, Lev!” You would also exclaim, excited for the Nekoma’s winning. “You were amazing, as always.”

“He could have been a little more observant of the ball, and not of you.” Then, it was Kuroo’s turn to speak, when he usually guided his team to their bus. “He is always looking at the grades after you when you come to the games. Although I can’t complain, he plays better when you are here.”

“Kuroo!” Lev was always embarrassed when his captain talked to you. It was an adorable sight that you witnessed when the taller guy put you on the floor again.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. We are going to go get something to drink at the vending machines, and in half an hour we will be on the bus. If you are not there, we will leave without you.” The black-haired guy threatening your Lev was also a daily occurrence, but he never would leave without the half-Japanese teammate. Or at least, that’s what you two like to think.

“I won’t entertain him a lot Kuroo, don’t worry.” In the end, it was you who put a dot on the conversation, and while the team was going to eat something, Lev was busy talking to you. He preferred talking to you, and that made your heart beat faster each time.

“I know I’m sweaty, but, can I hold you again?”

While starting to blush, you respond. “Of course Lev, always.”

On every after-match you both have this conversation. The Russian asks if he can hold you again, and, who are you to deny that? Then, he goes to the nearest bank and sits with you, while hugging you even more.

“I was thinking about you while making the point. You always inspire me to do my best.”

After a game, Lev transforms into a big teddy bear. He’s tired, and he only wants you to cuddle him before going back to Nekoma’s gym. To make this cuddling session even more comfortable, he gives you his spare team jacket. A red coat that envelops you completely, drowning you in his cologne and his warmth.

“I know Lev. You always dedicate all of your points to me.”

“But this one was more special!”

“Oh yes? And why was this one more special?” You asked intrigued. This was a new conversation that he never mentioned before.

“Well, this one is special because I was thinking…” The boy stops mid-sentence, and you urge him to continue.

“You can tell me, Lev. I won’t tell anyone.”

“This one’s special because I was thinking about how much I love you.” Speechless, you let him continue. “I love you so much y/n. You make me better.” At this, the boy hides his face in your neck.

“Lev…” Hugging him even more, you finally answer the unspoken question that was lingering in the air with a breaking voice. “I love you too.”

“Really!” Separating his face from your neck, he notices something that worries him. “Wait, are you crying? Why are you crying? You just said that you love me… It was a joke?”

“No Lev, it wasn’t a joke.” Sniffling and letting even more tears fall down your cheeks onto his shirt, you continue. “I’m just so happy that you love me, Lev. I’m so happy because I also love you, and I have been dying to tell you this for a really long time.”

“If you are happy you shouldn’t be crying.” When he said this, he approached you and put his hands on your damped cheeks. “If anything, you should be laughing.” Finally, Lev put his lips on top of yours, and you two shared your first kiss.

It was a kiss full of tears, but you couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when your Lev was the one kissing you and filling you up with an unspoken happiness, that would make you both the two luckiest people in this world.

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spinchip · 3 years

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It’s Not That Bad

Wordcount: 2400 Ship: Mountaingshipping, Cole/Zane/Kai Warnings: Broken bones, blood, violence, injury

Summary: Zane hides an injury.

The fight can’t even be classified as a real fight, in Coles opinion. It’s a street brawl, raw knuckles and split lips- the remaining members of the SOG are brutal when they catch the scent of blood. Without leadership the gang has devolved into troublemakers and men itching for violence, and they’ve gotten bolder- the fight taking place in broad daylight near the center of town. Two weeks ago they’d taken Jay down in the middle of a scrap, a bat to the side of his temple when the group had been separated (he’d been laid up in bed in the dark for days afterwards with a concussion) and since then they’d gotten cocky about the Ninja's weakness.

Lloyd had been adamant about showing a united front- the Ninja team had to be unflappable, rigid and strong to show the growing gang that they were not so easily beaten. They couldn’t afford to give them another inch, which is why it’s so frustrating when they get separated once more. There’s a new player on the gangs side this time, a big man hefting a hammer that could hold its own against Coles. He’s not particularly fast, but the others in the group keep them occupied while the man swings his weapon with bone breaking force. His presence was not something they could ignore, splitting their attention dangerously, making their formation too easy to break.

And it’s not Jay this time, but Zane, who is pushed into a throng of enemies all looking for blood.

Cole doesn’t see what happens to get them to this point, he misses the moment Zane is surrounded, but Lloyd urges the others to make their way to him over the clash of fists. Zane’s always been capable, and today is no exception- but just like before when it had been Jay, there are too many, and it’s not long before a lucky shot sends Zane to the pavement. A sloppy leg sweep Zane wasn’t expecting, going sprawling onto his stomach. It’s simple enough to recover from just fine.

Except the big man swings his hammer before Zane can get his hands underneath him. Down down down in a deadly arc-

There’s no warning Cole can give, no speed or strength to stop it, random men pushing him away from his friend but not crowded enough where he can’t watch it happen. The head of the hammer hits the base of Zane back and the sound it makes- Cole can feel the impact in his bones, his stomach churning and nearly making him gag. The crack of the anvil on metal makes him feel ill.

Zane doesn’t yell or scream, his fingers dig into concrete so hard they leave gouges, and then he goes completely limp. He looks dead, lying facedown on the pavement. The gang members hoot and holler, their fight rejuvenated, and they jump into the fray with more vigor than before.

Slowly, the man brings his hammer up and Coles realizes he means to hit him again. He pushes frantically through the fight, blows glancing off his shoulders as he barrels through. Nya appears at his side, hair askew, and throws waves of water that sweep several people off their feet, dumping them clear of the path. Cole slams into the big man's side before he can deliver another blow, knocking him back from Zanes still form. Before either of them can get to the downed nindroid, new adversaries file in to try and beat them back, the fight resuming- but the ninja now scrambled and panicked at the loss of one of their own, and the gang member reveling in it.

The man with the hammer, he’s got thin blonde hair and dark eyes, manages to keep up with Cole. Despite Coles obvious skill and experience, he’s making stupid rookie mistakes. Internally cursing, Cole urges himself to focus- rushing into the fray to protect Zane would mean nothing if he fell to the man's hammer too, but it’s looking increasingly grim. The man is pushing himself faster, sweat beading on his brow, and he’s strong.

A smaller man darts past the two of them in a planned maneuver. The big man steps back and Cole is thrown off kilter as his hammer swings wide, and realizes too late that the smaller man has a knife- he can’t avoid it now. He twists, steps back, tries to minimize the damage- and then the man’s legs slide out beneath him and he hits the ground hard, head bouncing off the ice-slick pavement. Zane appears at Coles side and throws ice hard, frost and big chunks of ice invigorated by the wet pavement from Nyas last attack freeze the big man's legs to the road. Cole falls into place at his side, the two fighting off a few more before the gang realizes Zanes back on his feet.

Their bravado and cockiness vanishes. One man turns and runs, and at that the gang scatters- the one who are able to, of course, and are not frozen to the sidewalk or knocked unconscious.

Cole spins around to face Zane, who’s surveying the scene silently, “Are you alright?” He asks, hovering his hands over Zane as if to feel out the injury by aura alone.

Zane’s eyes are trained on the alleyways the gang members disappeared into, mouth a thin and calculated line, “I am alright. The Sons of Garmadons strength is dwindling.”

Cole blinks, frowning. It was almost like Zane wasn’t speaking to him, but the backs of the men hiding away in the dark corners of the streets. As if he was making a point.

The cops show up and begin to load the remaining men into Police Cruisers or ambulances, depending on their state. The ninja did not always pull their punches, especially after Zane hit the ground.

Zane watches as the man with the hammer is loaded onto a police cruiser.

Lloyd motions the two of them over, the others are gathered near a throng of policemen milling about, and Cole reaches out and sets a hand of the small of Zane's back to lead him- Zanes shirt is soaked through and ice cold. The moment his fingers make contact, Zane jolts forward with the barest intake of breath between his teeth. Cole jerks his hand back, the pain flashing across Zanes face almost impossible to catch, but Cole knows his boyfriend better than anyone. A blank mask slips over Zanes face as he stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the act, striding across the pavement before Cole can comment.

Cole trails after him, and now that he’s really looking he can see a dark outline of what looks like water straining the back of Zanes gi. In the heat of battle, if Zane got a particularly bad scape, he’d do some emergency first aid and patch himself up with ice like a scab. The hammer hit him hard, it must have jostled something loose- Cole tries not to worry too hard, Zane is still standing and had even fought with him. They just needed to wrap this up quick and get him home. He has half a mind to scoop the nindroid up gently and carry him back right now- but Zanes' words from earlier hang around his ears. Treating Zane like a delicate injured flower in front of any of the new SOG was bound to encourage their violence, just like in the aftermath of Jay. Like Lloyd wanted, a united and unbreakable front is what they needed to project.

Zane is hiding an injury, and for the sake of reputation, Cole has to allow it.

The police chief is standing with the others, and by the time Cole catches up Zane’s already reassuring everyone, “I am fine.” he says gently, Kais worry coming off of him in waves, “Is there anything we can help with?” He directs his next question to the police chief, clasping his hands in front of him.

Cole, along with the rest of his little family, zeroes in on the way Zanes hands are trembling.

His face is completely serene, his gi is soaked through as his ice patch job struggles to stay frozen, and he’s shaking badly enough for even Nya to notice, shooting him a concerned glance as the Police Chief thanks them. He drones on about safety measures and clean up and other things Cole wants him to shut up about so he can bundle Zane up in his arms and kiss and make it better.

Finally, once the conversation draws to a close and they can excuse themselves from the scene, they unconsciously box Zane in as they walk back to where the bounty is parked. The ramp is down and they surround him protectively as they trek up it. Zane still doesn’t hint that anything is wrong, the silence stretching over them tense as they wait for something to happen.

Nya lifts the bounty into the air, and still Zane doesn’t say anything as he pensively stares over the edge of the railing. Cole can’t stand it anymore, he turns around as the city disappears beneath the clouds, “Zane-” he starts.

“Cole.” Zane gasps, grabbing at Coles shoulders as his knees buckle, the calm mask cracking down the middle as he collapses. Like on the pavement before, Zane clenches his hands and bunches Coles gi in his fingers. Cole, startled, grabs Zanes waist- he gasps and whimpers, and cold fear snaps across Cole's mind. He’s never heard Zane make that noise before.

“Not there,” he shakes his head, Cole moves his hands up to cup under Zanes armpits, and while he doesn’t seem to be happy he doesn’t make that awful whimper again.

Jay and Kai are at his side, fluttering their hands in a panic. They want to help but Zanes reaction makes them reluctant to put their hands on him.

“How can we help? What’s hurt?” Jay asks as Cole pulls Zane closer, pressing them together to help stabilize him.

Zane doesn’t attempt to stand on his own, “Shut me down,” He pants, “It’s- the hammer. He broke my spine.”

Jay pales dramatically, weaseling between the two of them to gain access to Zanes chest compartment. He pried it open quickly, reaching it with practiced ease and resting his finger on the switch off button.

He hesitates, under normal circumstances Jay was to never use this button, “Are you sure?”

“Jay.” Zane stresses each letter, and tears spill over his eyes.

He goes limp- again- as Jay pushes the button, his forced shutdown stealing the iron grip from his hands and the tension from his body. He ragdolls in coles arms, slumping bonelessly into his chest. With no ice to keep him stable, Coles can feel the way his body- it’s… it’s not quite right, the break in his spine sending intense warning siglas to coles head where he’s laid against him. The same bone deep wrongness he’s felt once, in dance class when he was 12, and a girl landed wrong doing a complex dance move and her hand had twisted the wrong way- it’d made him sick, seeing the new bend in her wrist where there wasn’t supposed to be one. It makes him feel sick to carry Zane down to the garage when the dock at the monastery, legs trailing behind him and waist a little too loose where the rigid metal casing was snapped.

Jay's prognosis is, “It’s better than It could have been.” Which is not reassuring to Cole, but Nya seems to lose a bit of tension at.

Zane's artificial spine worked much like Cole or Kais, a bundle of ‘nerves’ and wires and other tubes strung through it to keep it safe. The blow had broken through the outer protective metal but the main cord and delicate wiring was largely unharmed. A few pinched and torn wires, mostly- Zane's ice brace kept the wound from deteriorating drastically. Jay wouldn’t comment on how much pain an injury like this would heap onto their friend, but Cole remembers the way the blood had drained from his face at Zanes confession.

“The fact that he could even move…” He mutters to Nya in awe, delicately and oh so gently maneuvering wires. Nya nodded, mute.

Once their repairs reach completion it’s nearly dark out, Jay flips the on switch back up, and they wait for Zane to turn on.

He wakes up with wet eyes, a few stray tears slipping down his face as the leftover pain signals work their way out of his system. He twists over the edge of the table, looking for relief from the hazy pain, nearly taking himself to the floor if not for Coles gentle hands steadying him.

He clutches at Cole again with a low sound of pain, and slowly his eyes clear.

Cole holds him as Zane buries his face in the soft of his gi top, hiding his eyes against Cole's collarbone. Kai moves in and starts to pet his hair soothingly, warmth spreading through his hands.

“You should have said something.” Cole murmurs, “This wasn’t a loose tube or a scrape, this isn’t something you should have powered through. You should have stayed down.” Cole doesn’t dwell on how much it must have hurt for Zane to get back on his feet, and how if he hadn’t the grunts knife would have struck home.

“I could not.” Zane breathes, pulling a way to readjust so he’s resting his cheek against Cole and his face is bare, “If the SOG knew they had hurt me-”

“We would have dealt with it just fine.” Kai says firmly, “Zane, this- you can’t hide an injury that bad. Watching you collapse, knowing how badly you were in pain…” He can’t finish his sentence, huddling closer and clutching at both his boys.

“I apologize,” Zane mutters, his eyelids flutter.

“We can discuss this tomorrow.” Cole says gently, “But I think we’re all exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”

Kai looks like he wants to say something else, but Zanes dazed and sleepy expression makes the words die on his tongue. He runs a hand through his hair, and Cole watches the weight of the day fully settle on his boyfriend's shoulders, “...Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Cole carries Zane up to bed, Kai immediately taking up a spot at their boys' side. Zane curls into the warmth of Kais embrace as Cole turns out the light and crawls in behind him. Cole cuddles into Zane, who’s already asleep again, and idly traces the near imperceptible scar on his back where the hammer had split metal.

He stares into the patch of darkness where Zanes head is, and thinks about Zane lying prone on the pavement. He pulls him closer, wraps him up in his arms and holds on tight.

He closes his eyes, and sleep doesn’t hesitate to come.

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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are you gonna do a epsiode synopsis-thingy for guilt trip? because if not then its fine :)

Here you go!

- The episode opens with Miss Bustier writing on the chalkboard. Marinette is staring fondly at Adrien - who is talking to Nino - while Alya is busy writing something that is immediately revealed to be a note to Nino that has a heart on it, which she then passes to him. Nino opens and reads it, smiling. Nathaniel is drawing while Alix is talking to Mylene.

- Rose is looking troubled, then winces and brings a hand up to the side of her head. She raises her hand, calling out to Miss Bustier, then asks if she can go to the nurse because “Miss Dora is back,” which Juleka gapes at. Miss Bustier makes a comment about “not keeping Miss Dora waiting,” then calls for Marinette to ask if she can accompany Rose to the nurse’s office. Marinette, however, is still distracted by Adrien, so Miss Bustier has to call her name again, to which Marinette flails and hurriedly agrees.

- Out in the school courtyard, Marinette asks Rose who “Miss Dora” is and suspects that it’s an imaginary friend like the unicorn Rose had in 6th grade. Rose explains that Miss Dora is a name she uses when her head is hurting, which then reminds her never to leave home without “Mister Coffee.” Marinette looks confused and Rose does an exaggerated voice, throwing her arms around, flexing, and pretending to be this “Mister Coffee” person, who is “the most important snack for your health.” Marinette giggles and comments that she love how Rose sees things, then tells her to return to class whenever she can, and also to greet Maria. Rose is confused, to which Marinette gestures to the door and clarifies, “Nurse Maria.” Rose laughs and tells her not to worry as she “never takes too long with Maria,” then enters the nurse’s office. Marinette smiles and walks away.

- Marinette returns to class, assuring everyone that Rose is fine, but Juleka frowns and looks down worriedly. The scene then cuts to lunch time, where Juleka is nervously playing with her food. She gets a text from Rose and gets excited at first, but her face pales when she actually reads the message, her hands gripping the phone tighter. She puts the phone facedown on her food tray, then pushes the tray away, clenching her fists on the table anxiously. Marinette walks by, noticing the pushed tray and Juleka’s slouched position, then tries to tease her, making up a character called “Mister Mosso,” a snack full of energy that helps so much that “Miss Dora” will visit her too (I presume this is either a mistranslation or a joke about bad cafeteria food). Juleka covers her mouth, made more upset by the comment, and runs off. Marinette calls after her worriedly, insisting it was a joke, then sets her tray down and chases after Juleka while calling out for her.

- The scene cuts to Juleka going through the doorway to the boiler room (for reference, it’s the room Horrificator kept her victims in “Horrificator”). She had apparently gained an insane amount of speed between getting to the lunchroom and then the courtyard, as Marinette is just exiting a door on the above floor, so she didn’t see Juleka. She tries to call out for Juleka, but gets no response, while Juleka is crouched down and sobbing to herself.

- Meanwhile, the window to Shadow Moth’s lair opens, and Shadow Moth monologues about how he knows this feeling of loneliness and anxiety that no one shares, and how only an akuma can relieve it. He sends his akuma off to pursue Juleka.

- Back at the school, Adrien is just walking back into the school (having been back at his mansion for lunch), but Marinette bumps into him on the way in. Cue shoujo bubbles from Marinette’s point of view as Adrien smiles with a hint of concern. Marinette excuses herself, but stumbles through her words. She manages to pull herself together enough to explain that she’s looking for Juleka, and that Juleka ran off crying while she was talking to her in the cafeteria. Adrien points to the open door next to them and suggests that she might be in there, so the scene cuts to them going inside.

- While Adrien are going down the stairs, Marinette trips on nothing before she hits the first stair, which causes her to fall onto Adrien (cue more shoujo bubbles). Marinette pulls back and apologizes, explaining that she’s just so passionate--worried about Juleka, and that’s why she’s so nervous and clusmy. She adds that she’s a fool, and that she doesn’t know if Juleka is upset because of something she said. Adrien tells her that not all the things she say make sense, but they’re never mean, so there must be another reason. He encourages her to follow her and they continue walking, soon hearing Juleka’s crying as Adrien catches sight of her briefly. He throws a hand up to stop Marinette, telling her to wait and say nothing while he goes and talks to Juleka.

- Adrien approaches Juleka, then kneels down and asks her if she’s okay. Juleka starts mumbling that she wants to be alone, while Marinette pulls her phone out mid-sentence to start texting. Adrien repeats what Juleka said and tells her that she understands, then glances back as he hears Marinette’s phone go off. The scene cuts away to the cafeteria, where the Miracuclass gets a group text from Marinette telling them that Juleka is in the boiler room, which they react shocked to.

- The shot cuts back to Juleka, as Marinette approaches and kneels down next to Adrien. Marinette apologizes to Juleka and calls herself the worst class representatitve ever, but adds that she doesn’t understand if she said something to make Juleka upset. Juleka glances up, hesitates, then admits that it’s not about Marinette, but Rose. Marinette asks what she means and Juleka answers that she’s worried about her. Marinette tells Juleka not to worry and that Rose is okay, as she just went to rest in the nurse’s office. She also tells Juleka that she can tell them anything, as they’re her friends and she promises that she won’t tell anyone. Juleka, relenting, pulls out her phone to show the text she’d gotten from Rose, showing Rose in an unknown blue bed and giving a peace sign at the camera. Marinette is shocked that Rose isn’t in the nurse’s office, and the camera pans out to reveal the rest of the Miracuclass, who express shock and ask if Rose is in the hospital. Juleka buries her face in her knees again and confirms that she is.

- Alya goes up to her and asks why Rose is in hospital. Juleka looks up, seeing everyone staring at her, and explains that Rose got sick when she was little. Mylene repeats what she said in shock and Ivan asks if she’s alright now. Juleka replies that Rose’s sickness can come back at any second. Alix repeats what Juleka said in shock and Nino points out that Rose is always so bubbly and happy, so they never would’ve thought about such a thing. Juleka admits that Rose made her promise not to tell anyone, then begs everyone not to tell Rose that she told them. Adrient tells her to stay calm and assures that they won’t treat Rose differently because of her illness, with Marinette assuring that Rose will never know she told them. Markov then comments that he’s reprogramming his software to give him any future information on Rose’s story, and Kim swears that he’ll never say anything, even if he’s bitten by a zombie dolphin.

- Adrien offers his hand to Juleka, who takes it and lets him help her up. He tells her that it’s okay and that she kept her secret for as long as she could, and it was just too sad for her to keep it to herself anymore. Juleka thanks him and Adrien tells her that that’s what friends are for, and that Rose trusts her and Juleka can trust them, assuring that they won’t say anything but they’ll help Juleka if she needs it since they know now. The Miracuclass joins in to group hug Juleka.

- The akuma is repelled by the positivity, and Shadow Moth says that it’s impossible that such despair disappeared.

- The episode cuts to later, where Juleka is smiling as Rose waves at her, having just got off the metro and wishing her a good morning. Juleka hurries down the stairs and hugs her, with Rose telling her that she’d said everything was fine. The scene then shows the both of them heading to school, with Adrien greeting the two of them on their way up the stairs. Rose greets him back, then Marinette passes them and also greets them, though she stops partway to the school’s entrance.

- Marinette turns around, then rushes to hug Rose, telling her that she loves her and that she doesn’t think she says that enough. Rose tells Marinette that she really likes her too, at which point Mylene comes in, calling Rose the school’s sunshine. Markov joins in to say that everyone’s mood increases 90% when around her, while Max confirms that the calculations are correct. Nino tells Rose that she’s the sound that brings happiness to everyone’s dance floor, and Juleka starts looking uncomfortable as Rose - oblivious - tells everyone that they’re important to her too, and she and everyone else don’t say such things enough. She cheers that this is an amazing way to start off the day, then continues heading into the school. Juleka sighs in relief.

- On Rose’s way into class, Kim runs up and takes Rose’s bag. Rose thanks him but insists that it’s not heavy. Juleka glares from a distance while Kim comes up with an excuse that carrying Rose’s bag is good exercise to him. Rose giggles, then thanks Kim when he hands her the bag when Rose is back at her desk. As Rose goes to sit down, Marinette places a cushion below her, explaining that the chairs are so uncomfortable that she decided to make pillows for everyone, but Rose is the first to try it. Rose, starting to get uncomfortable, accepts.

- Rose starts to take her tablet out of her bag, but Markov pulls it out the rest of the way, telling her that he’ll writing all of her school notes so she doesn’t get tired. She thanks him, but says that she likes writing her notes. Markov flies off and Rose looks over at Juleka, who’s forcing a grin. Rose looks ahead with a smile and Juleka frowns.

- At the cafeteria, Marinette allows Rose and Juleka to pass her in line, Kim making a show of telling the others to let Rose pass as he, Max, Marc, and Nathaniel back away. Kim excuses it by saying that it’ll make Rose happy, with Juleka glaring at him. Rose sits down with Juleka, and Marinette passes Rose the apple she has. This leads to Alya passing her apple as well, then Nino, then Max and Markov, then Kim, then Ivan, at which point Rose is shown to have a tiny mountain of apples and she glances at Juleka. Juleka looks away, but Rose says that she has the feeling that Juleka needs to tell her something. Juleka looks back and Rose takes her hand, dragging her off.

- Cut to the restroom with both of them in a stall. Juleka admits that she told the others and Rose repeats what she said, then laments that they’ll never treat her normally ever again. She sees Juleka’s sad face, then insists that it’s her own fault for telling Juleka her secret in the first place, because she made Juleka worry about her all the time. She cheers back up and says that it’s no problem, grabbing Juleka’s hands and saying that she’ll solve this, as she should have told the others a long time ago, so she’ll explain everything and things will go back to normal. Rose leaves the stall and Juleka smiles.

- As Rose opens the door to the restroom, she finds that everyone had been leaning against it, thus knocking them over. Max explains that he was worried since she was in there for longer than the average person spends in the bathroom, with Ivan chiming in that he was about to tear the door off and Kim saying that he was almost going to dive in to save her. Rose says and says that she sees that she made everyone worried and apologizes for it it. She explains that she never told anyone about her illness until that day because it’s not her problems that matter but how she overcomes them. She asks if they know how she does that, and Marinette suggests that it’s by giving cute nicknames to them. Alya suggests that it’s her always being generous (we’re show an image/flashback image of Rose and Ali working together somewhere) and Ivan suggests that it’s her always singing too loud. Rose says that it’s all of those and she wants to keep doing that. She adds that she doesn’t want anyone to see her differently and that she wants them to be her friends who laugh and have fun with her, not carry her stuff or embroidering her pillows or worrying about her every time she’s in the bathroom. She says that she doesn’t want them to feel sorry for her, taking Juleka’s hand and looking at her while assuring that there’s no one happier than her.

- Marinette promises not to embroider more pillows, Kim says that he won’t exercise by carrying her bag, and Alix says that that’ll be enough of exaggerated affection. Rose says that she likes their affection, then giggles, the group immediately going in to group hug her. Rose tells Juleka that she told her everything would be okay and Juleka smiles.

- The scene cuts to later in Ms. Mendeleiev’s class, where Ms. Mendeleiev says they’ll be studying viruses, germs, and bacteria. along with everything terrible they can cause. Rose sneezes, which causes everyone to look back at her in panic. Marinette stands up and shouts for Rose’s parents to be called, then throws a blanket over her while Mylene drops boxes of tissues next to her. Alya shows her phone and says that she can’t manage to contact her parents, so Marinette throws a phone to Nino to tell him to call an ambulance. Chloe and Lila look completely disinterested/annoyed at all of this.

- Markov and Kim are bringing Rose more things, but Rose stands up and screams for everyone to stop. Everyone freezes in place and Rose apparently(?) teleports from the back of the classroom to the front so there can be a shot of everyone but her freezing in place. Rose reminds them of their promises, which leads to Juleka apologizing and running out. Rose tells her to wait and chases her.

- Shadow Moth shows up again, stating that this feeling is more powerful than a secret and more painful than the anguish of lonelinessL the guilt of a girl who betrayed her best friend. He sends another akuma, different from the first, and adds in an amok this time.

- Meanwhile, Juleka locks herself in one of the stalls, with Rose pursing. She bangs on the door and apologizes, telling Juleka that it was her own fault and begging her to open the door. Juleka pulls out her phone and gets a string of texts, first from Marinette - who says that it’s her fault and she’s sorry - then everyone else. Juleka notes that everyone is feeling guilty because of her, which Rose denies. Rose then sees the akuma and amok ascending over the stall door and cries out for Juleka’s name once more, begging her to answer.

- The amok slips into Juleka’s phone while the akuma goes into Juleka’s glove. Shadow Moth introduces himself and gives her the offer to use her feelings against those that promised to keep her secret instead of letting herself get taken by her intense guilt. Rose begs Juleka to resist, but Juleka gets akumatized into Reflekta. Rose tells her to wait and she’ll be right back, then runs off while the part of the stall door Reflekta’s facing turns into a portal. Shadow Moth explains that it’s her sentimonster, Guilt, and it’s perfect for Reflekta’s needs, as everyone who broke their promise and is ruining her friend’s life are going to go into a Guiltrip. Reflekta says that the first person to take the guilt will be her, then drops her phone into the trash bin as the portal activates. Reflekta lets herself get sucked in, much to Shadow Moth’s shock.

- Rose bursts into the classroom to tell everyone that Juleka is being akumatized and begs someone to help. Ms. Mendeleiev comments that she’s a science teacher, not a superheroine, starting to tell everyone to remain seating but turns as she realizes that everyone excluding Lila, Chloe, and Sabrina are gone.

- The group heads for the bathroom, but Adrien and Marinette sneak away to transform. Ivan pulls the stall door open, revealing the portal, and Alya wonder aloud what it is just as the portal activates and starts sucking everyone inside. Rose clings to the restroom’s doorway and Ms. Mendeleiev enters to tell everyone to return to class only to get sucked into the portal. Rose shouts for Juleka to keep calm because she’ll save her, then lets go of the doorway to go into the portal, though her ankle gets snagged by Ladybug’s yoyo. Ladybug is hanging onto Chat’s baton, which is lengthened past the width of the doorway while Chat hangs off to the side. Ladybug tells Rose to wait and she’ll take her to a safe place, but Rose explains that her friend Juleka is in there and she’s not leaving her alone, untying Ladybug’s yoyo from her ankle and letting herself get sucked into the portal. Ladybug comments that she and Chat are going to play explorers, then latches her yoyo to Chat’s baton, telling him to hold still. Chat drops and grabs Ladybug’s hand and they both go into the portal, still supported by Ladybug’s yoyo on his baton.

- However, the wall with Chat’s baton starts to break, with Ladybug saying that the wind is too strong and she can’t hold it anymore. The wall breaks completely and Ladybug and Chat are sent spiraling down the space inside the portal, represented as a spiraling pink tunnel.

- Shadow Moth gloats that Ladybug and Chat Noir fell directly into his trap and are never escaping, adding that their miraculouses are his.

- Ladybug and Chat Noir reach a part of the tunnel that is constantly sucking them in deeper. Chat notes that it’s colder on the inside and Ladybug says that she has a weird feeling. The camera cuts to something on the tunnel, which spits out a hot pink bubble that floats towards Ladybug. Chat shouts at her to be careful and hits the bubble with his baton, making it burst. More bubbles come out and they keep busting them, Chat noting that it’s like a huge pinball machine while Ladybug notes that it’s in multiball mode. They both start “swimming” deeper into the tunnel.

- As Ladybug and Chat Noir are going by, they see Ivan, covered in bubbles and saying that everyone’s trapped because of him, repeating it over and over as more bubbles attached to him. Chat wonders aloud what’s wrong with him, and Ivan gets completely covered in bubbles, which turns him into a Reflekta clone. Chat Noir asks if he’s seeing things right and Ladybug says that Juleka must’ve been reakumatized by Shadow Moth, the portal tunnel being her sentimonster. She says that they have to find where Reflekta is hiding as she must be the one controlling things. She tells Chat to be alert and they swim deeper through the tunnel.

- The two hear an adult female’s voice muttering about how she shouldn’t have let “them” leave the classroom, which is revealed to be Ms. Mendeleiev who also gets turned into a Reflekta. Ladybug notes that the sentimonsters purple balls are infecting everyone and Chat says that it won’t be easy to find the real Reflekta when everyone looks like her. Another Reflekta is nearby and mutters in a male voice about how he would’ve been faster if he’d worn his competition shorts, while another with a female voice murmurs how she shouldn’t have let go of Ivan’s hand. Ladybug points out that they might look the same, but the voice is still theirs.

- As they descend further, Chat sees a Reflekta with a male voice talking about how he can’t help his best friend face his father. Chat saddens, realizing that it’s Nino, and multiple pink bubbles come out to start sticking to him. He laments that they wouldn’t be stuck in this trap had they defeated Shadow Moth. Ladybug states that this can’t be happening - not now - and a single pink bubble sticks to her which she then tries to pull off. Chat sighs and activates Cataclysm, trying to touch himself with it, but Ladybug cries out for him, the pink bubble now off of her as she goes to hold his arm back. She tells him that they’ll be paralyzed if they turn into Reflekta and Shadow Moth will take their miraculouses. More pink bubbles start sticking to her and Chat says that they should give him their miraculouses, Ladybug relents and states that he’s right, wondering aloud how she could believe that they could beat a sentimonster so powerful by themselves.

- Rose happens to be floating by and smiles as she sees Ladybug and Chat Noir. She cheers for them and tells them that they’re amazing and she knew they’d come to save them. She then sees the emotional state that they’re in and saddens, apologizing that they had to come and lamenting that it’s her fault and she’s not a good friend. She adds that she never should’ve told Juleka her secret and pink bubbles start sticking to her. However, we’re shown a visual metaphor shot from behind her, dark energy swirling around her while she starts lighting up with bright white energy. She states that she can’t think that way and it was good that she told Juleka because that was what made their friendship strong. She strikes a pose as she repels the pink bubbles away, which makes Ladybug realize that Rose is fighting against the negativity by thinking positive, which is what’s preventing her from transforming into Reflekta.

- Ladybug’s own pink bubbles float away from her and she says that they’ll have to do the same, so she starts telling Chat Noir that he can do it and he has to think positive. Chat doesn’t respond and Ladybug starts complimenting him, saying that he’s the best partner anyone could ask for. He asks her if she really thinks that and she replies that she does, adding that she doesn’t say it often but she couldn’t do any of this without him and it’d be less fun too. Chat finally smiles and repels his pink bubbles just before he’s consumed by them, saying that it’s a wonderful thing to hear and adding that Ladybug is also “purrfect.” Ladybug laughs and pushes him back, saying that she’s glad he’s back. Chat flicks off the final pink bubble on him and asks if she really thinks they’ll be able to defeat the sentimonster. Ladybug says that she does and reminds him not to forget that she has her lucky charm, summoning said object (turning herself into her Charm form) and receiving a pickaxe. She starts to talk about what she can do with it, but trails off nervously when she doesn’t see anything of note. Chat asks her if she doesn’t know what to do with it and Ladybug insists that she does, saying that she’s just adding suspense.

- Chat suggests using his Cataclysm to make the sentimonster go crazy, but adds that maybe it’s not the best idea to use it while they’re inside. Ladybug agrees and states that the negativity is messing with her head, at which point Rose starting cheering for them, saying that they’re the best and they’ll manage to save Juleka because she believes in him. Chat Noir has stopped fighting the bubbles a bit ago and Ladybug is still trying to fight, saying that they’ll do what Rose said but they’ll need more positivity for that, then adds that she already knows who can help them. She opens her yoyo and pulls out the pig miraculous, giving it to Rose with the usual miraculous speech. Rose comments on its beauty and Daizzi emerges from the miraculous, both Rose and Daizzi talking in sync as they comment on the other’s cuteness and ask for their name. Rose introduces herself and Daizzi follows suit, explaining that they’re Rose’s kwami. Ladybug adds that the kwami give them powers and tells Rose to use the words, “Daizzi, Rejoice,” to transform. Chat, meanwhile, is still floating away, absolutely covered in bubbles.

- Rose transforms and Ladybug goes to introduce Chat to her, but trails off when she struggles for a name. Rose introduces herself as Pigella and Chat repels his bubbles, commenting to Ladybug that she found a solution. Ladybug reminds him that she told him to think positive, and Chat says that he can’t wait to see their new friend in action. They descend deeper and we start to hear a voice - Juleka’s - saying that everyone feels guilt because of her: Rose, Marinette, Adrien, Ivan, Mylene, then that same phrase is repeating over and over, along with only those five names. Ladybug gapes in shock at the sheer amount of bubbles surrounding Relekfta, then Ladybug and Chat turn expectantly to Pigella. Pigella descends and places her hands on the wall of bubbles surrounding Reflekta, then pulls out her weapon - a tambourine - and summons her power, which reveals a glowing gift. Pigella pulls the ribbon off and Chat wonders aloud if it’s a superpower. Ladybug explains that Pigella’s power shows the affected person the biggest wish in their heart. The wish is reveal to be Rose and Juleka together, surrounded by the rest of the class, and Pigella notes that a normal day in class where everyone acts normal around Rose is Juleka’s biggest wish. Reflekta smiles at the image all of the bubbles around her burst.

- Chat says that it’s impressive and Pigella explains that it��s the power of positivity. Chat adds that it worked perfectly to win the battle, then floats closer to Reflekta and Cataclysms her object, freeing the akuma. Ladybug captures it and frees the purified butterfly, then Relekta de-akumatized back into Juleka. Pigella approaches her and assures her that everything’s okay, introducing herself as Pigella and adding that Ladybug and Chat Noir saved her. Ladybug and Chat Noir then turn and Chat notices that the sentimonster and “its friends“ (the other Reflekta) don’t seem very happy. Ladybug says that they need to find out what object controls the sentimonster, then turns and asks Juleka if she remembers where the amok went. Juleka explains that it’s in the trash bin and Chat Noir repeat what she said like a question. One of the Reflekta states that they won’t escape from the void of guilt, and all of the Reflekta start shooting at them, with one repeating roughly what the other said. Pigella says that they will and powers the beams back with her tambourine, telling them to change the subject. Chat Noir tells her that she’s done well, starting to knock Reflekta’s away, and Pigella states that what’s important is not the problems but how they fight them. Ladybug says that they have to find the amok, so she, Chat Noir, and Pigella (who has Juleka at her side) all start to ascend the tunnel.

- The suction begins as the group ascends higher, eventually becoming too much. Ladybug is thrown back, clinging to one of the things that spits out the pink bubbles, and laments that the wind is too strong and they won’t be able to get out. Chat notes that it looks like they ran out of luck, and the mention of luck reminds Ladybug of her lucky charm. She pulls it out and uses it to pull herself higher, stating that this is what it was for, and she slowly climbs upwards while using it. She exits the portal, then pulls Juleka’s phone out of the trash can and smashes the screen with the pickaxe, freeing the amok. The portal closes in on itself and everyone inside emerges.

- Shadow Moth monologues that Ladybug may have won with that positivity of hers, but she can count on him to fill her days with negativity. He adds that he knows how this ends and his lair’s window closes.

- Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Pigella do a group fist pump, then Ladybug walks over to the disoriented Juleka. Pigella sneaks away to de-transform and Ladybug opens her yoyo to pull out a pink and white charm, handing it to Juleka and assuring her that it’ll protect her from future akumatizations. Juleka smiles and nods, holding the charm to her chest. Ladybug then uses Miraculous Ladybug, returning herself to her normal form and changing the Reflekta back into their original selves.

- Rose runs up and hugs Juleka, then takes Ladybug’s hand in both of hers and thanks her for saving Juleka. Ladybug smiles at her, then she and Chat Noir leave and go up to the school’s rooftop. Chat Noir asks if she’s not going to hide with Rose to get the miraculous back, but Ladybug reveals that Rose had given it to her when Rose held her hand earlier. Chat Noir comments that Rose really is incredible and Ladybug says that Rose doesn’t need a miraculous to be a superhero.

- The scene cuts to the classroom, Marinette approaching Rose and taking the pillow back from underneath her, saying that Rose will have to wait for her birthday like everyone else. Nino, Kim, and Ivan looked shocked, to which Marinette asks them what’s wrong and states that Rose isn’t made of glass. Rose laughs and jokes that she’s going to faint from laughing too much, leaning on Marinette and teasingly begging for someone to take her to the nurse. The class, barring Chloe, laughs, and Chloe stands up to ask why nobody laughs when she says something like that. Adrien comments that, in her case, it’s never a joke. The class laughs again and Chloe relents, saying that it’s true. Rose says that it’s really nice having everyone back and tells them to please never change.

- The episode ends there.

#((This episode is so just--nothing honestly))#((so I constantly kept forgetting to summarize it.))#category: episode summaries #episode: Guiltrip #other: ask and answer #other: ml spoilers

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98prilla · 4 years

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Hidden Shapes

Based on This Post by @fangirltothefullest (who is awesome and amazing, go follow). This was supposed to be a simple one shot, but as always, it’s really gotten away from me, so expect three to four chapters, instead.

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AO3

The dark sides all have animal traits. But they also have hybrid forms. Something Patton, Logan, and Roman don't realize until Janus isn't able to help it.

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He doesn’t feel quite right.

He brushes it off, at first, ignoring the slight chill that comes over him, every once in a while, the mild achiness to his bones, he ignores them all.

Then Patton comments on how his scales look pretty on his arms, when he’s doing the dishes, sleeves rolled up, and he nearly drops the plate he’s washing, before he regains his composure, letting Patton think the slip was from the unexpected compliment, as he excuses himself.

He notices his fangs are longer, sharper, the next day, and his chills are stronger as well, he spends nearly the whole of it working at his desk, wrapped in a blanket, trying to ignore the pain taking up residence behind his temples, pounding dully against his skull, as he examines and rearranges the schedule to make sure everyone has at least a day of self care planned for the week, before sending it back to Logan for assessment. He won’t admit it out loud, but he rather enjoys the back and forth, the bargaining, the trade offs, it’s a bit of a game of wits, finding how it all can fit. But today it just makes him exhausted.

He makes an excuse, not to come out for supper that night, saying he’s tired and plans to turn in early, which is true, he just leaves out the reason, which would lead to Patton trying to take care of him, and the last thing he wants is to force pity from Patton, so he keeps his mouth shut.

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He’s shaking. The world is swirling and writhing around him, shadows stretching and shifting around him, forming almost figures, eyes glaring at him accusingly, whispers menacing his ears, telling him how poorly of a job he’s really doing, and he grits his teeth and bears it, even as he feels himself shifting into something different, scales blooming across the entirety of his face, his arms, coiling in on himself, as his tail forms, a ball python’s markings, in deep blacks and hazardous yellows, marking him as the venomous creature he is.

He doesn’t want to be this monster, but he can’t stop it, can’t stop the change, so he just hisses, cursing the world, burying himself in his tail so he doesn’t have to see anything, feel anything, outside his little bubble, though he can’t seem to stop shaking, no matter how tightly he curls.

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He sees clawed hands tearing at him, shredding him to ribbons. Dark figures laughing as they rip him limb from limb. Violet eyes and neon green grinning, as they set him aflame, burning him to ash, and somehow, he can feel every second of it, taste the smoke on his tongue, convulsing and writhing as he tries to escape the smoke, but there’s nowhere, nowhere to go. Webs, pinning him down, eight eyes, eyes he knows so well, staring into his as the pincers bite into his neck, tentacles wrapping tight around his throat, lifting him off the ground, constricting him until he can’t breathe, until his own weight suffocates him-

Then suddenly it’s bright, far too bright, and he can’t see clearly, and he hears gasps, voices around him, hissing and flinching back at a touch to his forehead, slitted eyes flashing as his tail lashes, coiling.

“Leave me alone!” He growls, baring his fangs, his claws, ready to spring, even as the world spins and colors blend, everything shifting as if he’s looking through a fun house mirror.

“You’re burning up…”

“Calm down, Janus, let us help!” He hisses, drawing back further, heart pounding with fear, pulse racing with adrenaline, but everything is too much, too loud, too bright, and he can’t focus, can’t figure out where he is or what’s going on or who is speaking, past the pounding in his ears.

Then a hand comes into view, trying to reach him, and he snarls, letting the coils do their job, propelling himself forwards, pouncing, but the sudden movement sends a wash of lightheadedness through him, and the world goes dark.

“Janus! Janus, are you ok?!” He groans, barely managing to register the voice, barely managing to flick open his eyes for long enough to see a flash of deep blue, to realize someone has caught him, stopped him from falling.

“lo…gan?” He manages weakly, feeling the logical side let out a relieved breath, though he’s no less worried.

“Yes. You’ve got a severe fever, Janus, how long have you been sick?” His mind seems to be working at half speed, his tongue feels heavy and thick, and he barely manages a shrug.

“w-week?” He offers, already slipping away.

“Oh honey. We’re gonna take care of you, alright? You just get some rest, and when you wake up it’ll all be better.” He doesn’t trust that voice, not completely, but he knows in this case, it’s telling the truth, so he nods, shivering at the cold air on his scales, wishing for his heating pad, before he blacks out once more.

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Logan lets out a low breath as Janus collapses in his arms, cheeks flushed, even through the scales now peppering both sides of his face, his pulse coming in odd unsteady beats, his breathing shallow and uneven. He’s ill, extremely ill, and he doesn’t know how none of them had noticed.

Then again, even after becoming accepted, Janus has always been the most aloof of all of them. Even now, they don’t really know much about him, he holds everything close to his chest. Which is maybe why Virgil and Remus are the only two who don’t look entirely surprised at the state of him.

That state being a half human, half snake, commonly known as a Naga, in folklore.

“We need to break the fever. Help me lift him, onto the couch?” Logan states, more than asks, and instantly, the twins are there, each taking half of his tail while Logan takes his torso, sliding him onto the couch, before wrapping him with blankets, trying to quell his incessant shivering, coiling tight, teeth chattering.

“Now what?�� Roman asks, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Heated blankets, he has some, yes?” Remus nods.

“I’ll go get them.”

“Virgil.” He startles at Logan addressing him, his eyes had been locked on Janus’s form, huddled and so small, despite his large coils. He hadn’t realized his breath was starting speed, his heart starting pound. “Virgil, I need you to answer some questions for me. It could help in my treatment of him.” He nods, though his throat feels dry.

“He has shifted like this before?” He nods again, forcing himself to take a deep inhale and exhale.

“yeah. He doesn’t… he usually doesn’t. Doesn’t like to. But when he gets sick or hurt, he loses control, sometimes. Goes… goes into attack mode.” Logan nods.

“It makes sense, that as self preservation, he would have this kind of protective mechanism. Given his scales, I’m not surprised that he would take Naga form. And Remus has his tentacles, his half animal form being an octopus-“

“Kraken, dear Logic!” Remus trills, returning and tucking the heated blankets around Janus, making sure they aren’t set too high. They want a toasty snek, after all, not a toasted one. A minor distinction, but an important one, in this case.

“And Virgie here is-“ Instantly, the room grows ten degrees colder, the shadows lengthening, as it grows darker, all eyes turning back to Virgil, who is shaking his head, maybe just shaking in general.

“don’t. Remus, please… don’t.” Remus pouts, but instantly nods, coming over and rubbing his arms to dispel the chill, smiling as Virgil’s head thumps against his chest.

“Sorry, Vee. I forget what I’m not supposed to say and what I am. I didn’t mean to spill the beans.” He feels Virgil nod, knows he understands, he’s just scared and stressed right now, and so is he, it’s why his tongue nearly slipped. He has a bit more control than the others tend to think, at least when it comes to important things, secret things, like this.

“Virgil? You… you have animal traits too? That’s really cool, kiddo, why didn’t you tell us?” He winces at Patton’s question.

“you wouldn’t like them. Trust me, Pat, it’s better I just keep them tucked away, where they won’t cause any problems.” He mutters, a bit of fear curdling in his chest, at what he is, fear blooming at what they would do, if they knew.

If they knew his eyeshadow was to hide the three smaller eyes dotted underneath his normal ones, if they knew about his eight, spindly spiked legs, that could extend from his back, much like Remus’s tentacles, making him much faster and stronger than any of the rest of them, if they knew how quickly he could move, slinging web, how reflexive an action it once was, when he and Remus were young and would tussle, if they knew about his own deadly, venomous fangs, if they knew how when he was stressed, he still vanished into Remus’s imagination, to weave intricate webs, to put his hands to work so his mind would be silent.

“Virgil. I love you kiddo, no matter what, okay? Just remember that, if you ever do want to share. Whatever it is, it won’t change that.” He looks away, nodding once, though if Janus were in working order he’d call bullshit from a mile away, there were some things that they could grow to accept about him, yes, but his half spider form? Definitely not one of them, when even curtains with cartoony spiders warranted being called “creepy crawly death dealers” and getting attacked by Roman’s sword.

“So… now what do we do?” Roman asks breaking the silence.

“wait. He’ll shift back, once he’s feeling better, in control, again. Until then, we should all give him plenty of space, you three especially.” Virgil answers.

“Why is that?” Logan asks, and Remus grins.

“Janny’s got quite a nasty bite. Those fangs aren’t just for show!”

“He might lash out, is what he’s saying. And it’s better if no one is in reach when he does. Me and Re have a certain amount of immunity, to the venom, thanks to our… traits, but it would be really, really bad, for any of you. Plus, he isn’t used to you all being around yet, he’s less likely to lash out if it’s me or Remus, nearby.” Virgil explains, “you, um, you’ll trigger his fight reflex.” He doesn’t have to look up, to see the slightly hurt expression on Patton’s face.

“He doesn’t trust us yet.” Logan says softly, and Remus nods, though his face is tight, with a frown.

“That’s… understandable. We haven’t been the best of companions.” Roman murmurs, surprising both Remus and Virgil.

“He trusts you.” Remus states, looking firmly at Logan, who’s eyes widen in surprise, hand flying to adjust his glasses. “He doesn’t trust you.” Remus states, looking at Roman, who nods minutely, a brief look of regret flashing across his face. “And none of us trust you.” He turns his sharp gaze on Patton, who winces.

“Remus!” Virgil hisses, grabbing his arm.

“What? It’s true, otherwise you would have told them what you are, by now! Tell me, the reason you haven’t, isn’t exclusively to do with Patton.” He flinches, drawing back, eyes glued to the floor so he doesn’t have to see the hurt on Patton’s face, though he hears the sharp inhale of breath. “Tell me you aren’t afraid, of what he will do.” He gasps, the air flooding out of him, feeling as if he’s been punched in the gut, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He opens his mouth, ready to deny it.

“I can’t.” he whispers instead, blanching at his own words, drawing further back, into himself. “I… I can’t.”

“that’s ok, kiddo.” Patton’s voice is soft, trembling, and he looks up in surprise, at the words, Patton taking a step closer, though still giving him his space. “It’s ok. I’ve hurt you, a lot, in the past, unintentionally, but I still hurt you. It’s ok, that you don’t feel comfortable telling me everything, telling me anything. I don’t expect you to. I don’t need you to. I’m happy to just be here, that you’ve let me have this much with you, and it’s ok, that you don’t entirely trust me. It’s ok, Virg.” His lip trembles, then he’s in Patton’s arms, head tucked against his shoulder. “we’re ok, kiddo.” Patton hugs him tightly, rubbing circles against his back, pretending not to notice the sniffling.

“thank you.” Virgil whispers, pulling away, Patton reluctantly letting him go.

“Of course, Virgil. I’ll go get started on some soup and grilled cheese. Everyone needs to eat something, and hopefully we’ll be able to get some soup in him, too. Thank you, Remus. For being honest with me. It… it hurts, but I need to hear it, sometimes. It keeps me moving forwards. Keeps me getting… better.” Patton flashes him a small, tired smile, before ducking away, into the kitchen.

“I’ll go help. He gets shaky, when he’s worried, and he’ll nick himself cutting the vegtables, otherwise.” Roman mumbles, looking back at Remus, hesitating as if he wants to say something, before shaking his head and turning away, a rueful smile on his lips, a promise in his eyes, that they’ll talk later, when he knows what he wants to say.

“He… trusts me?” Remus rolls his eyes, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“Um, duh? You’re the only one who accepted all of us, right of the bat. Sure, you aren’t buddy buddy with us, but you also didn’t just dismiss us. You also listened to us, took us seriously, debated, not disagreeing just because of who we are. You treat us like… equals. That’s a rare thing, around here, Logan.”

“…oh. I… I see. Well. I will be keeping an eye on his temperature, checking in every few hours. If anything changes, fetch me immediately. I’ll get some cool water and towels, for his forehead. See if you can’t coax him into drinking something, as well, he’s likely severely dehydrated. I would suggest an IV, but I doubt his reaction to that would be ideal.”

“Ok. Sounds good, Lo. Thanks.” Logan nods once, before leaving, dropping off a bowl and towels, before vanishing once more. Virgil slumps to the ground, back resting against the couch cushions, hands buried in his face as he lets out a long, shaking breath, trying to stave off the panic creeping up his shoulders.

Remus frowns, brushing back Janus’s hair, dabbing the rag across his forehead, willing with all his might for the fever to go down, for his eyes to open, for him to smirk and say something bitingly sharp.

“Come on, DeeDee. Playing coy doesn’t suit you.” He whispers, eyes flicking to Virgil at the small snort from the emo, who shoves his hands up through his hair, leaving it messy and disheveled, his eyeshadow smeared across his face. If he looks hard enough, he can spot his dark little eyes, shiny, pure pitch little things, like reflective black buttons. “you know I’ve always found your little quirks cute, right?” He asks, not mentioning specifics just in case someone came by. Virgil lets out another short laugh, though the small smile stays on his face, as he shakes his head.

“I think you’re the only one who would describe them that way, Ree, but yeah. I know.” He mumbles, not protesting as Remus slips off the couch and onto the floor beside him, slowly and gently resting an arm around his shoulders. He scoots closer, tucking himself against Remus’s side, letting himself burrow into the warmth, safe and protected. “I’m scared.” Comes the low whisper, and Remus coos, turning to wrap his other arm around him in a warm hug.

“I know, shadow. I know.”

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vengeancethynameis · 3 years

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Why are you barring my way Ser? this is how you get me to walk away and never come back but im sure you’d not object. you’ve been giving me the side eye every chance you get. what exactly is your deal?

“I said what is your business here heretic?” he kept wagging that accusing finger at me with a glare. like you dont already know, im supposed to be helping you against dragons. that’s what the little brat wants us to do. return the favor for your city’s hospitality.

“Well now im turning around and leaving. i played along with this charity that little brat was dishing out and now im sick of it. best keep that toy of yours in check. you’re messing with things you dont fully understand.” i turned and started to carefully walk across the icy ground when i heard him yell for me to stop. “Why should I? if im really as heretical as you claim isnt this what you want? me leaving? never darkening your gates again?” have i done any business to be seen as a heretic in their eyes? not as far as im concerned but he probably thinks i have by carrying this weapon. a weak stake to claim but the name Nidhogg carries much weight within those walls.

“You deaf? i said stop damn you!” he landed in front of me, quite an impressive jump i’ll give him that. “ what’s your business with Nidhogg? i hear you speak of him in almost familiar terms. i need to know your intentions.” crossing my arms i gave him a glare back not sure where he comes up with this stuff. sure i’ve mentioned him and how i feel kindred in vengeance to him but im not gonna go join up with him. that’d take me giving two shits about Ishgard and it’s affairs or even about dragons. which i dont about either. “Your silence does more to answer then your words. as do your eyes. so tell me about this affinity.” he had his lance in hand and i doubt not his prowess or speed in cutting me down.

“There’s no point convincing a man deaf to alternatives when he’s already made up his mind. so go ahead. Kill me. Do your nation proud by stopping heretics. if you’re so convinced my blood on your hands wont haunt you you’d have done it by now.” i hear someone calling my name in the distance, behind me further into the city but getting closer with each call. “They’ll surely take your word over mine. so what are you waiting for? i did in fact say i feel a small sort of affinity for the beast, but only in that we’re both motivated by our need for vengeance. although mine is not all consuming to where i’m robbed of reason like his......or yours. save your energy for the real villains here. like the one running your city.” the person calling me ran up on us and immediately tried to get Estinien to go back inside the city, he’d deal with me. much coercing later he finally grumbled something then sulked back through the Gates leaving us alone. “Are you the one whos come to decide my fate? you seem to have forgotten your sword for that.” he looked at me with such sadness in his eyes then shook his head.

“Why would i do that? you and yours have done such good for our House.” i dont like his gaze, with pity in his eyes. im leaving. i brushed past him and once again tried to leave this place when he ran up behind me, grabbing my arm to pull me back. just that action, grabbing me, get me so on edge. too many bad memories and experience of being grabbed swirled in my head as i jerked my arm from his grasp. and then on autopilot i shoved the barrel of my shotgun in his face. it’s such a natural reaction now, to point a weapon at someone to make myself feel safer. i see the Gate guards draw their swords and run towards us but Haurchefant put his arm out telling them to stop. maybe on the count of the shotgun visibly shaking in my hand, or the fear in my expression i’ve been tryna get better at masking.

“Easy Njld, i’m sorry for grabbing you. it was a reflex. I came out to see why you hadn’t returned with the others. let’s just talk ok? As you pointed out im without a weapon, i just came to talk.” he turned his head and tried to shoo the guards back to their positions but with my gun still leveled at his head they werent going anywhere. this standoff went on for like an hour with Haurchefant talking to me while staring down my barrel. when the adrenaline faded with no further threatening action from anyone, i lowered the gun and he asked me why Estinien had held me up. so i told him a few nidhogg comments and he called me a heretic.

“He was just tryna protect your city from threats i get that. i told him to kill me if he was so convinced but he wouldn’t. then you came.” he nods then took a seat on the snow and continued talking. eventually i sat as well, the snow crunching under my weight. i could feel it’s chill seep through my thin fabrics. i think this is the longest conversation ive had with someone who isnt G’raha or Urianger. so long in fact i was wholly unaware we talked through the afternoon and straight into the next morning. Haurchefant never grew tired of listening to me talk, or talking himself. the guards have stopped eying me up which takes care of the lingering unease. it’s times like this i remember how accustomed i am to tropical weather and not tundras. “We can finish this lovely conversation another time, i do believe any longer out here and you’ll fall ill. let’s get you inside and to the inn.” he stood and offered me a hand so i took it.

like he said he took me to the Forgotten Knight and saw me to a room before bidding me farewell. What a gentleman.

#FFXIV #haurchefant greystone #ffxiv estinien #Scion AU

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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 years

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Never say never - Chapter 6

So, here’s the next instalment of this little romcom story...

°6° ~Victoria~

“But, I insist upon apologising to the other people in attendance, again.” Victoria hated apologising, but Martin had been right in telling her off about snubbing people who had done her no harm…this far.

Knowing that it would make Martin laugh, she snatched up a bowl of peanuts and held it in her palms like an offering.

As expected, the man beside her doubled over in hilarity, holding his sides as the wheezing grew painful. The polite but confused looks of his friends and colleagues seemed an endless well of amusement to him.

“Ah, thank you.” Hiddleston took up one of the nuts gingerly and shoved it into his mouth as if it had been a ritualistic offering indeed. “See? The tamest of…beasts.” Martin whispered into her ear, and she was tempted to pat the golden hair on the man soothingly.

Following the other man’s example, Armitage also picked a nut and ate it, keeping his eyes questioningly on her face.

“Look pleased, girl, smile at them.” Martin said in a hushed voice, nudging her in the side gently.

Victoria was almost sure that she was grimacing, her teeth bared awkwardly, but she had never been good at smiling on command and this fraught situation was, unfortunately, no exception to this shortcoming of hers.

“So, tell us, what did you refer to when you called this a “nerd-fest”?” Martin prompted her gently to speak, seemingly understanding that direct exhortations would get him nowhere with her. It was, in general, always best to come at a petrified Victoria sideways, starting a seemingly inconsequential conversation and letting it flow from there.

“There are literally dolls of you.” Victoria scoffed, moving her hands vaguely in front of her body in an imitation of how a child would play with a doll. “Not soft though, hard plastic…” Her hands sunk back, she was making a fool of herself.

“Dolls?” Liza hooted gleefully. “Well, I’ve also seen the theatre productions.” Victoria said, just a moment too late, her voice tinged with resentment again. She hated being caught unawares and being goaded into saying stupid shit.

“No, you tell me more about the dolls.” Liza was having fun, but her expression was devoid of malice or ill-will.

“Liza, I have seen those funny movies with the costumes and the creatures and…” Victoria sighed, she didn’t remember the names and she was already at a disadvantage here. She felt caught and put on the spot amidst these people who, naturally, knew those movies so well, down to the very lines of the characters.

“And did you like them?” The good beast, Tom as he had introduced himself with a smile, was grinning at her warmly again. Yes, she could see what Jenna saw in him, he seemed to radiate warmth and a polite friendliness.

“Oh, yes, very much. It was a bit…sad though.” Victoria shrugged. She was not ready to explain to a bunch of strangers that she didn’t like seeing bad family relations and vicious fights, as her reality had enough of those to last for a lifetime.

Liza looked at her questioningly, but after a moment, she understood. She had seen Vic pick up on the most random things, but strained family relationships and weird homosexual undertones were always amongst the things that moved her most. Also, like most soft-hearted, even though Vic was equally hard-headed, women, Victoria hated untimely deaths.

Maybe, her plan would work after all. All she had to do now was to draw back and hope that Armitage had a tad of charm on his own. He had taken the peanut and he was giving them his best constipated smile.

Waving discreetly at her wife, she withdrew, pulling Jenna along with her, much to the chagrin of the young woman.

“That is one good-looking man.” She sighed under her breath and Liza turned around, scanning the room for the person her wife’s employee might have meant by those words. Martin followed them discreetly, coaxing Benedict along with the promise of more cakes and sandwiches (and a prime vantage point to follow the developments of their plan).

“Where are you all going now? What?” Vic called out, distress in her voice. “I’ll be right back; you stay with Armitage.” Liza grinned suavely, physically shoving Jenna along as she dug her heels into the carpeted floor.

Victoria blinked, looking up at the man in front of her until she could feel herself grow slightly dizzy.

“Oh darn it! That’s it. I’m done trying to be pretty.” She cursed under her breath, opened her tiny clutch bag and fished out a pair of gold-rimmed, round glasses that she put on resolutely. Unfortunately, she could not suppress the gasp.

“Oh Saints.” She sighed under her breath as the slightly blurry surroundings became sharper instantly. She had known that these were dangerous men, but she had believed that her myopy and the artistry of the editors had embellished them considerably; suffice it to say that she was shocked to find that she had been wrong.

~Richard~

They had left her alone with that woman. Not entirely alone of course, Hiddleston was still hovering around, but Martin that treacherous weasel had followed the cakes and the gentler women, leaving him stranded with this surprising creature whose eyes made it quite hard for him to find something relevant to say.

She blinked owlishly up at him until he thought that she’d go cross-eyed. To his surprise – another one – she usually wore glasses and when she put them on, an obscene sound of pleasure escaped her half-open lips.

Again, she called to the Saints, pushing the glasses up before they had even had the chance or the time to slip, which told him that she wore her glasses more consistently than him and probably had done so for a long time.

She had made an inane comment about no longer attempting to be pretty, before putting on her glasses but that made no sense at all to him, as her glasses were beautiful and, in a strange way, so was she.

Obviously, pushing up her glasses was a habit or a tick as she did it twice while looking at him as if he was a painting in a museum rather than a real, living, breathing person. Then again, he stood nearly as still as a statue under her forbidding, critical gaze that roamed over his face with detached curiosity.

“Hmmm, how do you find the 1971 Armitage then?” Hiddleston stood next to her, eating peanuts, and joining her in her intense study of the immobile man facing them. No doubt, he deserved the attribute of “stony” now, Richard thought, dismayed to be the butt of the joke after all. He had known that had been a risk and he had walked right into it.

“1971?” She asked absent-mindedly, throwing a quick questioning look at her interlocutor before returning her gaze to him, and Richard flinched a little bit. Why did that man have to lead with his age when talking to a woman that young?

“A collectible, I’m sure.” Hiddleston purred, his voice laden with affectation which made Victoria chuckle again.

Hmmm, if it made her laugh rather than growl and spit, he would be standing there and be mocked for a little while longer, Richard decided. She looked like she needed a laugh.

“Not quite an antique.” Victoria opined, but Hiddleston was quick to reassure her: “Almost though. It’s been wonderfully preserved.” Again, that pealing, throaty laughter resounded, and Richard’s own mouth curled into an indulgent smile.

“This deserves to be in a gallery.” Victoria murmured, her voice devout and strangely vulnerable.

“I am right here; I can hear you.” Richard interjected, without much hope to break up their little game.

“AAAH, as you can see, Ma’am, it is unfortunately haunted. It can tell the time…if you hang it opposite a clock that is…” Hiddleston was quick to take Richard’s intervention in his stride, giving himself an apologetic expression that amused Victoria greatly. “Haunted? A piece of art so young?” She expressed her doubt and suspicion.

“Yes, yes…It’s looking for a good home though, a nice attic or a cellar maybe…” Hiddleston was waving his hands around Richard’s face as if to dazzle Victoria by the speed of his movements, an old trick salespeople used to distract from the inferior quality of their wares.

“I have a home, thank you, Hiddleston. I am not a piece of junk to be sold for 50p in a yard-sale.” Richard growled.

Her face grew grave, and he wondered what dark thought had crossed her mind to make her smile die on her lips. Immediately, he regretted having cut short their fun. He really was the grumpy, old sad sack he never wanted to be.

~Victoria~

When Tom spoke of attics and cellars, Victoria was immediately reminded of the stately house her father had raised her in. She could imagine a man like that one living there, she could picture a painting of a man such as that hanging in the great hall over the fireplace or high above the broad staircase winding its way to the two separate wings of the manor.

He had a skin like the Italian marble that had been so ridiculously slippery and that had made her afraid to take a fatal tumble down the very same staircase. Many people had told her that the idea was ludicrous and overly dramatic, but she knew it to be possible. Her mother had died that way.

Yes, there had been a bottle of bourbon and some prescription drugs in the mix as well, but the fact remained that her mother had fallen down the staircase and died on the spot from a broken neck. Father had replaced that patch of marble, but its veining was different, and they all hated that marred, ugly square that stood out like a sore thumb.

Thinking of her childhood home invariably made her sad; but she couldn’t deny that Richard Armitage would have fitted better into the décor than the little girl she had been.

He would look terribly imposing on the steps of the stairs or sitting in the huge armchairs in front of the roaring fire in the library. He would not be swallowed by every piece of furniture, he would not look out of place in the huge copper bathtub, and he would certainly not blend into the dark corners of the much too spacious rooms when the main lights were turned down. Maybe, she would have to get a painting of him and try to sneak it in to see if her father would even notice.

“Would that he were a painting.” She murmured, a desperate note sneaking into her voice that Tom picked up on immediately. There was pain in this woman, and he could see the gooseflesh on her arms as she tried to keep still. Evidently, she was on the verge of breaking into another run, unable to cope with something that distressed her, a thing that escaped his notice though…which frustrated him, as he really wanted to help her.

“So, you prefer the theatre to the cinema?” He asked, hoping it would be the right path to choose.

Victoria took a deep breath; this was what Liza and Angie had aimed for, for her to meet new people and talk about herself again. “I don’t know, I’ve only been to the movie theatre a few times before. It was a long time ago though.”

She could remember the smell of popcorn and of anticipation as the room grew dark and the screen lit up like a window to another world. Even then, she had been consumed with an absurd fear to be among so many other people; terrified of what they might think of her if she was to gasp or cry at the wrong moment, so she stayed immobile.

The man who would marry and divorce her within 10 years had thought that she had hated the experience and hence had not asked her to go to the cinema often afterwards. Maybe, if he had believed that she liked it, he would have taken her instead of other girls and this shared hobby would have strengthened their bond rather than frazzle it.

Victoria coughed, she had said too much already, and her heart was pounding. She was not ready for this.

“I’m sorry. I have to go home. I’m not feeling well.” She uttered hastily, turning to leave.

She was a terrible person; she had tried to make things right and all she had managed were fits and starts, broken off conversations that would leave a stale taste on the silver tongues of these men.

“I…can’t.” She stammered to no-one in particular as she waved at her friends and vanished before they could make their way back through the room to keep her from leaving like an absurd perversion of Cinderella.

She wanted to say how sorry she was, she wanted to thank them for their kindness, but she just couldn’t…so, she ran, her feet drumming against the pavement and her dress soaking up the moisture of the ground as she made for the next corner to catch a cab.

By the time she arrived home, her chest was heaving frantically, and she was crying with panic and distress.

When she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, Victoria had to admit to herself that she was irrevocably broken. She had had the great honour to meet people so fascinating and charming that many a woman would have torn out her own throat to be in her shoes and yet, she had not been able to shake the ghosts haunting her every breath, dogging her every step, spoiling her every pleasure.

Whatever Angie and Liza had thought they could achieve here, it would not happen, it never could.

~Richard~

That woman was utterly confusing. There were threads of a vibrant, quick-witted, funny person shining through behind a veil of confused anger, but somehow, they couldn’t get a hold of her.

In his mind, he could not reconcile the words he had read on the pages with the wide-eyed distress on her face; there was such a difference between the person he had imagined her to be and the person she had turned out to be in reality.

Now, it was true that his own taciturn demeanour had not been exactly conducive to drawing out the parts of her she was obviously hiding from the world, shielding them like deep wounds or fragile saplings.

Hiddleston however… that man was charming and even he had not managed to make her let down her guard for more than a few minutes at a time.

“What the fuck have you done to her?” Elizabeth stormed over, dismay writ plain on her face.

No, she had been angry before, she has bloody screamed at YOU, Richard thought, you cannot blame us for her leaving…but he still felt responsible and a tiny bit guilty. If he had been a little more open, she might have felt less insecure.

She has made it very clear that she’s afraid of you, he reminded himself, and you have done nothing to assuage her fears. No, you’ve given her your crooked, sharp-edged smiles that must indeed have looked like a predator baring its teeth at her more than the shy warmth he wanted them to convey.

“We were nice, all was well until Armitage gave her one of those cold, snide smiles.” Hiddleston shrugged and Richard felt weirdly hurt and betrayed even though he could hear that it had been a joke. Cold, a thing he had been called much too often and that made him despair within his own heart. He had not chosen his face and even after 50 years of life, he could not outrun its angular repulsiveness.

She had not known him well enough to be prejudiced, maybe, she would have been able to find warmth where others saw ice, but he had not managed to make her see. Also, Hiddleston had not been a great help.

“Awww, Richard, come on!” Martin sighed, disappointed, as if he was pursuing some ulterior motive Richard ignored.

#richard armitage #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #romance #romcom #ao3 #writing #rpf #hurt #trauma #a miss is a miss #vintage armitage #humour

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☆ Nanami Kiyohime ☆

M A I N

First Name: Nanami

*Middle Name:

Last name: Kiyohime

Nickname: Nana, Nami, Mimi, Nan, Na, Princess

Pronouncing: Nah-Nar-Me | Key-Oh-Hee-Meh

*Name Meaning: Seven Seas | Serpent Dragon

Gender: Female

Sex: F

Species: Ningyo / Mer

Birthday: March 17

Age: 26

Zodiac: Pisces

Blood type: A+

Nationality: Isles

Sexuality: Bisexual

Attracted by people with/which are: Strong and determined, cares for themselves selflessly

A P P E A R A N C E

Basic

Height: 183cm (6’0”)

Weight: 65kg

Body Shape: Hourglass, slim, lean (muscular)

*Cup Size: 14 C

*Scars: Three large slash marks across back, slices on inner and back thighs, scar beneath jaw

*Injuries: nerve damage back and inside of left thigh

Face

Skin Tone: Very pale almost sickly // when in Ningyo form she has a blue tinge

Face Shape: soft and slightly round, notable jaw and cheekbones

Hair Length: Prefers to have it long back home and helps at the exam and after cuts it to chin length

Hair Style: loose and flowing

Hair Colour: Dark Chestnut Brown

*Eyes Shape: Round Almond shape

Eye Colour: warm-honey to brown

*Lips Shape: Bow shaped

Lips Colour: Light dusk pink

Eyebrows Shape: Soft angle, medium arch

Eyebrows Colour: Dark brown

Nose Shape: straight bridge and soft pointed tip, small-med nasal area

*Teeth: straight, tinged off-white with sharp canines

*Ears: Small but pointed almost elf like, gills behind ears

*Birthmarks: base of her skull, large pink mark

*Facial Piercings: N/A

*Ear Piercings: Simple lobe piercings along with single Helix and Daith on left ear

(Do they sound raspy, breathy, bubbly. Or link an actors voice?):

*Voice: Fuity, deep feminine sound, attractive

*Accent: Australian

*Pitch: Low, has slight vocal fry

O U T F I T

Daily: In Siren form none but- dressed in a green-blue bodice and combat pants.

Usually barefoot

Formal: Green-blue low cut dress, silky, thigh split, heels or sandals if she has too

*Special: Navy ball gown- formal princess wear and crown

H E A L T H

Physical Problems (e.g. sight problems): Nerve damage in left thigh

Psychical Problems (e.g. anxiety): Sensory Processing Disorder

Allergies: UNKNOWN

P E R S O N A

Write in Full Sentences

Personality: Could care less for most people, sarcastic and a smart-ass. Worries over the kids and is hard-headed and determined, won’t back down from a fight but will do her job.

Best Skills: Extremely good at reading people

Worst Weaknesses: Too headstrong for her own good sometimes.

Likes to: Put people in their place

Hates to: Hurt creatures and children

Fears: Those who are stronger, those who willingly harm those who have done no ill will

Attitude: Smart-ass, sarcastic, blunt and strong

N E N

Do you use it: Yes

Type: Manipulation

Describe it: Very slight hydrokinesis and hemokinesis

Skill: High

Weakness: Overuse results in bleeding nose and fatigue

How often or when do you use it: Only when necessary outside of training

Who taught your character Nen: Her people

Rate your characters Nen Strength: Strong

Who knows about their Nen: Her people, Hisoka, Illumi, Gon and Killua

S K I L L S — Max. 135 Points

Nanami: 123/ 180

Fighting 9/10

Speed 7/10

Physical Strength 9/10

Psychical Strength 7/10

Defence 8/10

Stamina 8/10

Lying 4/10 (Too blunt for her own good)

Manipulation 6/10

Trickery 5/10

Leadership 8/10

Loyalty 7/10

Knowledge 7/10

Assessing Situations 9/10

Wisdom 8/10

Courage 9/10

Intelligence 8/10

Compassion 4/10

F A M I L Y

Mother: Mizuko (Alive) | Father: Enkai (Deceased)

Siblings: Kaito and Shimizu (Twins- elder brothers)

Grandparents: Hamako (Grandmother- Alive)

*Own Children: N/A (future

C U R R E N T

What are they up to right now: Examiner for the 287th Hunter Exam > Princess > Heavens Arena > Princess duties > Courted by Hisoka > Might help later with the games

Health: Well

Etc.: Bored out of her wits

B A C K G R O U N D S T O R Y

Childhood (Birth- 12): Nothing much, a princess if most prevalent, training and learning how to use Nen, trade, duties etc.

*Teenaged (13-19): At 16 competed in the 277th Hunter exam and passed, becoming a Hunter at 16 years old. Became an Unidentified Beast Hunter

*Adulthood (20-59): Worked as an UBH and at 26 was asked to be a secret examiner for the 287th Hunter exam, showed everyone who she really was and went on with life.

*Retirement (60-Death): N/A

W O R K

*Job/s: Hunter, Princess and Tradeswoman

*Hunter: Yes

*Type of Hunter: Unidentified Beast Hunter

Experience (With what/who, why, how, etc.): 10 years, saving and healing injured or unknown beasts. Only killing if necessary.

F E E L I N G S

Sexuality: Bisexual (Male leaning)

How fast do they fall in love: Slowly, aren’t really interested in people, trust issues and such

How do they act around their beloved person: More open and trusting along with a little weird

Relationship Status: Single until courted

Name 3-5 characters they are/would be interested in

1. Hisoka

2. Illumi

3. Menchi

4. Cocco

*Lover: in debate

*Crushing: N/A

*Sex life: Active once its going

S O C I A L I Z I N G

Who they like/ *why: He was bold and managed to charm her mother and ended up being genuine to her for some reason. Hisoka

Who they love/ *why: Same as above

Who they respect /*why: Kurapika, his resilience and want to protect and revenge his lineage

Who they hate /*why: Killua’s mum, she’s nasty plain and simple

Who they despise /*why: Same as above

*Best Friend/s: N/A

*Allies: Killua, Gon, Hisoka, Illumi, Leorio, Kurapika etc

H A B I T S / H O B B I E S

Hobbies: Reading, drawing and singing

Good habits: Must pet every animal- no matter what must be friends

Bad habits: Talking with mouth full when annoyed, swearing a lot

Neutral habits: Commenting on anything semi-interesting, talking to self

What about smoking: NO | What about drugs: NO

What about alcohol: Yes…

T H I S O R T H A T

Couldn’t care less will do what she needs to do

Realist

Careless but worrisome

Messy

Indifferent

Uncaring

Does what she has to

Active

E X T R A

Theme Song (you can pick a song and put it here): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t99KH0TR-J4 | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzeRIQS3YgQ

Quote: “Sometimes you just got to let life screw you over before you screw it over too.”

Appearance (pictures, edits, etc.): (IMAGE AT TOP)

Ship/s: Hinami, Nalumi, Cocami, Nanenchi

#Hunter x Hunter #hxh #nanami kiyohime #hxh oc #Hunter x Hunter oc

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toosicktoocare · 4 years

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prompt: You'll write for 9-1-1? *heart eyes* If this prompt ever speaks to you, I'd love to see Buck just throwing himself into work after he gets back onto the squad, trying to prove himself, and just burning himself out either into total exhaustion or just a really bad illness and either collapsing or ending up with a really bad fever. Maybe Eddie tries to tell him to take it easy, and then watches as Buck completely ignores the advice?

First fic for 9-1-1!

Set when Buck is back after all the lawyer BS that we don’t talk about and when everyone is okay with him again.

Eddie’s slipping his boots on, working in time with the loud alarm ringing overhead, yet his focus is pulled toward Buck, or rather, the slight tremble of Buck’s hands as the latter works into his own gear.

Buck’s been back for a few weeks now, the initial tension has faded away to their familiar routine, and he’s been diving headfirst into his work, taking each call with an almost desperate passion that’s got Eddie worried, to say the least.

He’s called Buck out after two days of Buck working himself into the ground, and Buck fought against his concern then, telling him he has to make up for lost time, to prove himself to Bobby, to make things right again,

Well, Eddie thinks as he gets to his feet, things have been right, and he’s frankly concerned that Buck’s going to drop. He’s tired of watching Buck act like this. “Hey, Buck? You okay?”

Buck turns to him, and despite his poor pallor, despite the small red flush to his cheeks, he smiles wide, energy pouring from his eyes, threatening to suck Eddie in if he stares too long. “Yeah, man! I’m just ready to get out there!”

Eddie casts a long gaze back to Buck’s hands, frowning deeply at the trembling. “Yeah,” he draws out, almost distracted, “just... take it easy, okay? You don’t look so hot.” He pulls his gaze back to Buck’s, eyes rolling on instinct at the devious grin that creeps at Buck’s lips.

“I thought you said I always look hot.”

Eddie turns toward the door with a deep sigh, Buck hot on his his heels. “That was one time, and I only said it because you were literally drowning in your own pity at the hospital.” Buck claps a hand to his shoulder, falling into pace with him, and he cocks a brow.

“Yeah,” he starts, leaning forward, “but you still said it.”

Eddie slaps Buck’s hand away, ignoring the loud laughter that follows, and he hoists himself up into the firetruck, slipping his headset on and listening as Bobby barks out the situation.

It’s a house fire, a two story house fire to be specific, and Eddie and Buck are ordered to enter and rescue when they arrive after the wife of the house informs through gasping sobs and coughs that her son is trapped on the second floor with her husband. For a brief moment, Eddie considers asking Bobby if he can go about the rescue alone, but Buck’s already slamming a ladder against the side of the house and racing up it with impressive speed. Bobby looks at him, eyes narrow, stern, yet patient, but Eddie only breaks the gaze and starts up the ladder after Buck.

“Move away from the window!”

Eddie looks up, only a few rungs behind Buck, to see Buck waving to the father and son, and once their clear, he lifts his arm, preparing to swing his elbow against the window.

“Buck, wait!”

“Now’s not really a good time, Eddie!”

Eddie closes the distance, and it takes some careful maneuvering until he’s got one foot planted on the same run Buck’s standing on, and he’s pulling himself up until he’s level with Buck. “The blood thinners, Buck. What if you cut yourself?” He keeps his gaze sharp, unyielding, and Buck gives in with a wave of the hand.

“Fine, Superman, have at it.”

Eddie slams his elbow into the window until the glass cracks and breaks against the force, and he’s quick but careful to make sure there’s no jagged shards sticking out. Buck’s got one hand on a rung above them and the other wrapped around Eddie’s waist to keep him steady, and the second the last of the glass hits the floor and they’re hit with waves of smoke, they fall into quick action.

Eddie enters the room first with Buck close behind. The two do a quick survey of their surroundings, gauging how long they have, before they move to the victims.

“Is anyone hurt?”

“I have some burns on my arm, but otherwise, we’re okay.”

Eddie’s eyes find the burns on the man’s arm, frowning at the black and red strips of burned skin, but then Buck’s moving past him to the kid.

“Eddie, we’re running out of time. We gotta move.”

He nods, watching as Buck crouches down in front of the kid, and he doesn’t miss the way Buck staggers faintly, briefly, for just a breath of a moment, one hand reaching out to the floor to steady himself.

“What’s your name?”

“Buck,” Eddie interrupts and starts toward him, “let me carry him--”

“--I’ve got this, Eddie! Help the father!”

Eddie watches as the kid, Benjamin, puts all of his trust into Buck and climbs onto Buck’s back, and he keeps his focus heavy on the two as Buck quickly gets to his feet, the unsteadiness from before replaced with quick determination.

“Eddie, let’s go!”

Buck’s voice snaps him out of his brief trance, and he nods and turns back toward the father. “Can you climb down a ladder with that arm?”

The father nods, and Eddie decides to go with is gut and not question the shaky hesitation in the father’s movements. He urges the father onto the ladder with a promise that everything will be fine, and then he starts down the ladder himself. He’s six rungs down when a loud explosion erupts from the open window. Buck was right, he thinks. They were definitely cutting it close with this one.

With the family safe, Bobby urges Eddie and Buck to get checked out right quick for potential smoke inhalation, but Buck declines, slapping a hand to Bobby’s shoulder.

“I’m good, Cap.” He shoots a smile to Eddie and Bobby, his face sporting a few smoke smudges, and Eddie’s gut twists uncomfortably, but he still nods, going along with Buck’s mood.

“Same, Cap. We weren’t in there long.” He wants to press Bobby, to have Bobby force Buck to get checked out because Eddie just knows something’s wrong with him, but Buck’s acting normal, as if his hands weren’t shaking before, as if he didn’t slightly stagger a few minutes ago, so he drops it, and Bobby doesn’t press either further.

“Fine, but I’m only saying fine because I’m exhausted, and because I know you both know to get checked out if you need it.” Bobby’s eyes linger on Buck, and Buck nods, almost eagerly, and offers a mock salute.

“Of course, Cap!” Buck starts back to the truck, and Eddie and Bobby follow, watching as Buck talks animatedly with Chimney and Hen.

“He seems to be doing a lot better,” Bobby’s comment sounds sincere to Eddie, fond even, and Eddie offers a quiet hum.

“I don’t know, Bobby. Don’t you think he’s pushing himself a little too hard?”

Bobby claps a hand to Eddie’s shoulder, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “It’s Buck. He doesn’t know how to pace himself.”

Bobby’s words don’t exactly ease Eddie’s concern, and the worry that’s forming a pit in his stomach remains on the ride back to the station, only growing despite Buck’s seemingly normal demeanor.

“Hey,” he starts as he and Buck are changing for the day. “Why don’t you come over? Christopher is dying to see you.” It’s not a lie exactly, but it’s not the entire truth either. Eddie wants to keep an eye on Buck, if only just for a little bit, just to see if Buck is really okay or not.

Eddie picks up on Buck’s hesitation by the slight tension in Buck’s shoulders, but then Buck grabs his bag off the floor and shoots a wide smile.

“Sure, man! I’d love to see Christopher!”

They go back in Eddie’s truck, leaving Buck’s jeep at the station, and Eddie’s hyper-focused on how Buck can’t seem to sit still, crossing and uncrossing his arms every few seconds, how Buck’s clearing his throat a lot, how Buck will occasionally reach up to rub at his temples.

When they get to Eddie’s abulea’s house to pick up Christopher, Eddie puts the truck in park, but he makes no motion to get out. He turns to Buck, who’s frowning questioningly at him.

“What’s up, man?”

“Are you okay?” It’s the second time today he’s asked this, and to his surprise, Buck’s smile is softer, tired, but still there.

“Yeah, I’m all good. Just pretty tired.”

Eddie’s about to reassure that he’ll make sure Christopher doesn’t keep him up too late, but his thoughts clip off when he hears Christopher yelling for him. He pulls his gaze from Buck to see his abuela helping Christopher down the steps, and he hops out of the truck and rushes too him, chasing the fond relief that swells in his chest every night when he gets to pick up his kid.

“Chris! Hey, bud!” He scoops him up into a hug while offering his thanks to his abuela.

“Is that Buck?” Christopher is looking over Eddie’s shoulder to the truck. “Is he going to hang out with me?”

“He sure is!” Eddie takes him to the truck and gets him settled into the back seat with Chris gushing to Buck about all of the cool and fun things they are going to do tonight the entire time.

The ride back to his house is similar, with Buck and Christopher chatting the whole way. Eddie’s impressed with Buck’s ability to mask his fatigue in front of Christopher, and he stays impressed when they get to his house and get inside and when Christopher pulls Buck to the living room TV to play some games.

“Not too long, Chris,” Eddie starts, leaning against the wall as Buck sets up a game. “Buck’s pretty tired, and you have school tomorrow.”

Christopher smiles at him. “Just a few games,” he promises, and Eddie finds Buck’s gaze, the two sharing a silent conversation, before he nods and leaves to clean up the kitchen.

He’s moved onto Christopher’s room, gathering dirty laundry, when he hears a loud thud. He freezes, heart fluttering to stop, but then he hears Christopher’s voice, a crying shout of desperation.

“Buck!”

His heartbeat comes back hard and fast, hammering against his rib cage almost painfully, and he drops the piles of clothes in his arms and races out of Christopher’s room, whipping down the small hallway until he’s skidding into the living room.

Buck’s unconscious on the floor, a pile of games fallen to the floor close to his hand, and Christopher’s crying and stumbling toward him.

“I just asked if we could change the game,” Christopher cries. “And he just fell!”

Eddie allows himself exactly four seconds of pure panic before he drops to the floor beside Buck, swapping into medical mode within the blink of an eye. His hand flies to Buck’s neck to check for a pulse, and it’s there, thankfully, but it’s racing, quick, fluttering heartbeats against his fingertips, but more concerning is the almost burning heat that coats his fingers. Frowning, he moves his hand to Buck’s forehead, and the heat that coats his palm is alarming. His cool touch brings Buck back, and Eddie swallows back the lump in his throat.

“Hey, Buck, can you hear me?”

Buck groans, his flushed, sweaty face pinched in discomfort, but his eyes don’t open, and Eddie’s muscles tense under a weight of desperation.

“Evan,” he pushes, lightly slapping Buck’s cheek, and Buck’s eyes finally flutter open, crystal blue eyes glassy and colored in confusion.

“...Eddie?” Buck’s voice sounds rough, pained, and the small usage is enough to have him coughing harshly.

Eddie helps him into a sitting position, assessing the back of Buck’s head the entire way up. There doesn’t appear to be any further injuries, so that’s one less thing to worry about for now.

“Buck! Buck! Buck!”

Christopher’s sobbing beside them, and before Eddie can even begin to reassure him, Buck’s calling out in between ragged coughs.

“It’s okay... Chris... I’m... totally...” he pauses, his coughing dying down, “fine!” He forces a smile that’s so wide, it’s believable, and Christopher’s sobbing fades to light sniffling.

“You promise?”

Christopher’s small words grip at Eddie’s heart, so he can only imagine how Buck’s taking it, but Buck smiles impossibly wider, so genuine that almost Eddie believes it, and he makes to get to his feet. Eddie wants to protest, but he understands, so he helps Buck up, keeping a steady arm around his waist, and Buck throws both arms out.

“I promise!”

Christopher seems hesitant to accept it, but he does, and Eddie makes quick work of guiding Buck to the couch and getting Christopher ready for bed. He’s tucking Christopher in when the latter blinks up at him, eyes still wet.

“Is Buck really okay?”

Eddie doesn’t know. The fever feels bad, potentially hospital level bad, and he doesn’t want to lie to his son, but he also doesn’t want Christopher to fall into a second meltdown.

“He will be,” he opts for. “He’s just a little sick, and you can help him get better by getting a full night’s sleep so he doesn’t stay up worrying about you. Okay?”

Christopher’s a helper by nature, so he quickly obliges, squeezing his eyes shut. Eddie drops a light kiss to his forehead before he quietly leaves the room. He doesn’t mean to storm into the living room, but he’s chasing a hot flash of anger that’s beating with his heart, so he does, stopping before the couch where Buck is wrapped up in a throw blanket, shaking and coughing lightly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Eddie spits out, keeping his voice hushed but harsh. “You’ve been pushing yourself into the ground for weeks! I don’t get it! You don’t have to prove anything to anyone! We all know that you’re a good firefighter, Buck, but right now, you’re acting like a damn idiot who...”

His words fall short. Buck’s eyes are watering, and it hits Eddie’s heart like a repeated knife stab. He gently sits down on the edge of the coffee table, anger fading away to pulsing concern. “Talk to me, Evan.”

“I’m sorry,” Buck starts, voice cracking. “I just... feel like I have so much catching up to do.” He swallows back a small gasping sob as tears begin to spill down his burning cheeks. “I started feeling like shit about a week ago, but I couldn’t stop. I lost five months, Eddie, and I just... I needed to keep pushing through.” He’s crying fully now, shaking just as hard, looking down to the floor, and Eddie shakes his head and breathes out a trembling sigh.

“Hey,” he leans forward, wrapping careful fingers around Buck’s chin to guide his gaze back up to him. The heat somehow feels worse than before, but he needs to address one thing at a time. “It’s okay. Well, it’s not, but, listen, you don’t need to push through anything. We aren’t going to think any less of you if you have to take a break because you’re sick. You have to focus on you first.”

Buck nods, and Eddie makes a mental note to address this when Buck isn’t burning with fever, to make sure that Buck fully understand, and his face pulls into soft sympathy at Buck’s sniffling and shivering, at Buck trying to pull the small blanket tighter around his trembling shoulders.

“Let’s get you to bed--”

“--you don’t have to. Can you just drive me back to my jeep?”

Eddie’s gaze goes sharp, narrow. “No,” he says flatly, leaving no room for argument, and Buck doesn’t press further, a testament to how bad he must be truly feeling.

Eddie helps Buck to his room, helps him change into some of Eddie’s clothes, and gets him to take some Ibuprofen and water before lying down. Buck’s quietly compliant the entire time, and Eddie hates it. He wants to hear Buck’s snarky comments, Buck’s voice, just anything other than the quiet coughs.

He grabs the thermometer from the bathroom, and Buck doesn’t even try to fight him when he holds it up to him. The reading is bad, 103.8 degrees Fahrenheit, and Eddie has every instinct to wake Christopher up and drive their asses to the closest hospital, but Buck, despite his pounding head, can read Eddie’s features like an open book.

“No hospitals,” Buck says quietly.

“Buck,” Eddie starts, looking down at the reading again. “I don’t like this fever.”

“Me either,” Buck says, voicing his own concern for the first time, “but I’ve spent too much time in the hospital over the last few months, and I really don’t want to go back.”

“You have one day to get this fever down,” Eddie decides, hesitance coloring his tone, “one day, Buck, you hear me? If you’re this bad by tomorrow night, we’re going.”

“Got it,” Buck mutters before weakly grabbing at the blanket, tugging it up to his chin. “Shit,” he curses, shivering. “I’m freezing.”

Eddie bites back sarcasm because Buck looks generally miserable. Instead, he slips his shoes off and climbs into bed beside Buck.

“Eddie, what are you--”

“Roll onto your side,” Eddie orders quietly, and Buck complies, but he’s frowning the entire time.

Eddie presses his chest to Buck’s back and wraps a steady arm around him, pulling him close.

“Are you... are you spooning me?”

It’s the first time in an hour that Eddie’s heard Buck’s voice so clear, so animated, and he rolls his eyes. “Yes, but only for a little while because I don’t want you to overheat. Now shut up, and go to sleep.”

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writinglionqueen · 5 years

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My King | Port Wine

The night was coming to a close, the sky was changing colors in the window you looked to. The sun was laying to rest beyond the hills and the sky was growing in color. You looked to your husband as he was finishing up his roast from his plate.

You couldn’t help the smile on your features at how easy it’s been getting comfortable around the king. Drew made it easy. From the moment he took your hand in marriage, he had been nothing but soft and gentle with you. The man had allowed you breaks from his people when you felt they were due and had given you gifts that never faltered in bringing a smile to your face.

His sweet gestures and kindness never felt like they would cease or end anytime soon. It felt as though he had a lot to give, and you were happy to receive his gentleness as well as give some of your own.

Sometimes, it’s gentle touches and him holding you close and you reciprocating his tight hold. Sometimes, it’s just cuddling or drinking as the two of you share stories that leave the two of you smiling in content, happy to be together. And sometimes, it’s slow sex that leaves the two of you breathless and you curled into his side.

Nothing he’s ever done to you had been ill-willed or even remotely close. You have seen him angry before but his anger usually leaves him when you grip his hand, hold his face or, even press you body against his larger frame. Having you close to him calms him faster than anything. You knew it was because he could never think about hurting you, never think about yelling at you, and never think about making you afraid of him. He knew how to ensure you were never afraid of him. And you were grateful.

Your last servants had said awful things about the way men are....but Drew had never come close to the horrid stories of beast like men who cared nothing for their wives. Instead, Drew had shown that your last servants only had an ear for gossip and mischief. And your servants here, they never had anything bad to say about their king. They did know of his strength, courage, and bravery as well as his brutish nature to things that displeased him, but they also knew of him when he had been wedded to his previous wife. They knew he was caring and nurturing of things that were his. Which now meant you.

The thoughts of Drew being so kind to you had made you smile and look up at your king. The Scotsman gave you a smile taking a sip of his wine before he settled his fork down on his plate in finality. He captivated your attention when he went to stand up, walking around the length of the grand table to stand next to where you were seated. You peered up at him. Curiosity rested in your mind but...knowing Drew, whatever he was doing or planned to do, you’d like.

Drew’s large hand reached for you, resting at the top of your spine. He toyed at the skin above the neckline of your dress. His hand skimmed your shoulders and you had to suppress a pleasant shiver.

“My queen,” Drew murmured, settling his glass of wine down besides yours so he could lean in and kiss your lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

“My king,” you murmured after, a pleasant hum lifted your voice to hear his deep timbre speak to you softly.

“I have a present waiting for you in our room,” he said. Your quirked your brow at that, intrigued as to what it could be.

“A present?” you asked. Drew only smiled as he stood to his full height once more. He held out his large hand for you to take.

“Come,” he murmured. Your teeth toyed your lip as you laid your hand in his, allowing your king to lift you from your chair and lead you towards your shared quarters. You followed with a smile. The trek wasn’t far from the grand hall. Your excitement made the distance seem shorter.

The grand door was before you in a moment and your king used a large hand to push it open. He allowed you to enter first.

The sight within had you smiling. The fire was lit and crackling in it’s hearth. Its light made the room glow in an orange light as well as the candles that were scattered about the room. A bottle of your king’s reserved port wine and two glasses were settled beside a grand tub, all ready and waiting for the two of you as its steam wafted above the water.

You couldn’t help but to gasp at the pleasant sight before you. Drew chuckled as his large arms wrapped around your middle.

“Care to join me, little one?” Drew whispered into your ear. You shivered in absolute delight to hear him speak to you like that. Your lips had been absentmindedly playing with your bottom lip until you spun in your husband’s arms to peer up at him.

“I’d love to,” you murmured to him before you reached on your tiptoes to give your king a kiss. He hummed as your lips connected pulling away to smile at you.

“I’m glad beloved,” he whispered. His large hands toyed at the laces of your dress, right against your spine. “Now, let’s get into the tub before it gets cold.” You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you at your husband’s teasing nature. It verged lewdness but didn’t overshadow the caring and soft version of him. It never overshadowed that part of him.

He helped you out of your dress and fastening, cursing in Gaelic at the amount of ties it takes to keep a women in a dress. You giggled nonetheless as he was able to get your bare for him. You eased him out of his clothes in turn.

There was no need to fret over being seen naked or seeing him naked anymore. It didn’t make you hot in embarrassment anymore. Instead, it made you heated with lust to see his furred chest and the strong muscles of his thighs.

The man was quick to lift you from the ground; one arm under your knees and the other was under your back. You yelped but laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he carried you to the tub.

You looked down at the water, smiling.

“The water looks hot,” you commented. Your king lifted a leg to place into the tub. Though he tried to put on an unfazed front, he did grimace slightly.

“Yeah, the servants just filled it,” he muttered as he settled another foot in the tub before sitting. The water was indeed very warm. You frowned a bit as it touched your skin. “Is it too hot?” your husband was quick to ask, freezing before he lowered you in any more. You shook your head.

“Not unbearably,” you said. Even with that, your king eased you slowly. He relaxed back against the side with a sigh. One of his hands reached for the wine, already open so all he had to do was pour the two of you a glass. He handed you yours and you took it gratefully.

You rested back against your husband. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. A smile graced your features as you sipped your wine and watched the fire dance across the logs. You reveled in the feeling of Drew drawing patterns across your skin with his fingertips.

“This is nice,” you said to him. Drew hummed.

“Indeed,” he said, his large hand rested against the jut of your hip, his fingers toying at the skin between the apex of your thigh and hip. You eyed his hand, smirking to yourself as you craved the hand to dare venture lower. Your king didn’t move though. So you needed to do something.

You reached for his hand with your unoccupied one. You slotted your smaller fingers between his before curling them around your husband’s hand. He was none the wiser as you, slowly, started to ease the hand down to where you wanted it.

It made your heart pick up speed, your breath stutter, to feel his fingers slip closer to the apex of your thighs. To lead him there by your own doing...it made your head spin.

You could call it daring. It could be liable on your newfound confidence. An attribute of your time here with Drew But you’d place your blame on the port wine...because this courage wasn’t new. It was just suppressed until now.

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askthebunker · 4 years

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“I’m still not comfortable with Jack helping out with this,” Sam crossed his arms, standing in the doorway.

They had a relatively empty room in the bunker that they’d used for storage, that Michael was currently drawing on the floor of. Most of the inhabitants of the bunker were watching, aside from Adam, who was helping his husband draw on the floor.

“Oh,” Michael said, looking up at him, “I didn’t ask,” he said bluntly before looking over at Jack, “Are you okay helping with this?”

“Whatever it takes,” Jack nodded.

Michael gave Sam a fake smile, “Then I really don’t care what you think.”

“What the hell are you two doing?” Dean demanded, finally pushing passed the the group in the doorway with Castiel.

“We are resurrecting Raphael,” Michael said simply, starting to pour the salt where he and Adam had drawn.

“No way,” Dean said immediately, “We’ll find another way, we aren’t doing this,” he said, going to grab the salt from Michael.

“I wouldn’t,” Adam said simply, though it sounded lazy.

Michael immediately threw Dean back before he could even touch him. The oldest Winchester probably would have fallen if it wasn’t for Castiel being close behind him.

“Do not,” Michael growled, “Interfere with this, Dean Winchester. You wanted a way to defeat my father, this is the way. We cannot kill him or we will all cease to exist...but we can trap him, like he did to the Darkness.”

“You mean the thing you guys did that took all four archangels?” Dean demanded, looking over at Sam, “You’re crazy if you think that I’m letting you bring Lucifer back.”

Sam paled, looking over at Adam, who just shook his head.

“We aren’t bringing Lucifer back, it is not an option,” Michael said, “But we do have his spawn-”

“Michael,” Adam sighed.

“We do have his son,” Michael said simply, “Who has some of Lucifer’s grace in his blood. He will be enough if we develop his powers,” he said before going back to doing the salt circle. He finished and then threw a cloth to Jack, “Cut yourself and put your blood on the cloth, we need the blood of a nephilim related to the angel.”

Jack looked over at Dean and Castiel, obviously questioning now.

“It’s okay, Jack,” Adam said quickly, “Mike knows what he’s doing...I trust him.”

Jack took a deep breath and nodded before cutting the palm of his hand.

“Jesus christ,” Dean groaned, looking away.

“Adam,” Michael handed the bowl to him that now had the cloth in it.

“Seriously? You’re making him do this?” Dean demanded, “Why can’t you do it?”

“I don’t have blood,” Michael scoffed.

“He’s not making me do anything,” Adam said simply, “Unlike you, I’m willing to do what needs to be done to stop Chuck,” he said before kneeling down and starting to chant, cutting his own hand the same way Jack did, letting it drip into the bowl.

“This is some bullshit-” Dean started.

“Shut up,” Michael snapped.

“-qui dormiunt, ad dominum formosum. Nexus noster, restitutus est. Surgas ex abysso, in lumine existas!” Adam finished and lit it on fire.

“Close your eyes,” Michael said immediately to the others, “Adam will be fine.”

“Are you kidding me-” Dean started but Cas simply put his hand over Dean’s eyes when the glowing started.

When they all looked back, Adam was on the ground.

“What the hell?” Dean growled, running over, “Adam, wake up...c’mon, man.”

Adam’s eyes shot open and they glowed blue.

“Get out,” Michael said immediately, “Find someone else. Now.”

His eyes glowed again before going back to normal and the light inside him disappeared through the ceiling.

“You know he was going to do that?!” Dean yelled, helping Adam up, “You’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” Adam scoffed, pushing Dean’s hands away, “They needed a temporary vessel. They/Them pronouns for Raphael, by the way. In order for the ritual to work there needed to be a willing vessel as soon as they came out, so I volunteered. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, Dean,” he said, getting up and sighing softly, “Didn’t miss that though...they’re more reckless than Mike.”

“Never do that again, you hear me?!” Dean yelled, “You aren’t just some vessel, you’re our little brother too.”

Adam stared at him for a moment before turning back to Michael when the archangel grabbed his hand, “It worked,” he said, changing the subject, “When will Raphael be back?”

“I’m assuming when they find a vessel,” Michael said simply before clearing his throat, emotion obvious in his voice, “We should...disburse though. They will not appreciate a crowd.”

“No, I definitely don’t,” a voice said suddenly.

“Damn, that was fast,” Gabriel said, laughing quietly as he looked at Raphael, “What’s up, sibling who never killed me?”

“I was in the Empty and now I am here,” Raphael said, looking at Michael in shock, “And you have allied yourself with...them?” they wrinkled their nose, “You have bonded with a human, Michael, what happened to you?”

“A thousand years spent with Lucifer and this one will make you see the lighter side of things,” Michael said simply, “We need your help, that’s why you’re here...you’ve always stood by me, Raphael, that’s what I’m asking you to do now.”

Raphael narrowed their eyes, “And you’re asking me to help the one who killed me with no mercy?”

“I don’t care,” Michael said simply, “I could care less about petty squabbles that Castiel has had in the past...we are here now to fight against our father and save his creation from himself.”

“The nephilim,” Raphael said suddenly, “Who dared to bring one into this world?”

“Lucifer,” Michael said, “How else would we have brought you back?”

Raphael’s eyes fell on Adam, “I just assumed…”

“No,” Michael said immediately before sighing, “Enough diversions, are you willing to help us or not?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Raphael asked, looking over the group in the bunker, “Surrounded by them. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Michael.”

“Please do not speak ill of Adam or our nephew,” Michael sighed.

“My brothers are fair game though,” Adam commented from his place by Michael’s side.

“Hey,” Sam complained.

“Get me up to speed,” Raphael told Michael, “We have a war to fight, brother.”

#cutscene;#raphael;

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Shins-bro

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: Izuku and Shinso are best buds. Thats it.

shinsou has a terrible mum and he's complaining about it "ironically"

like : "lmao my mum is gonna beat my ass for this shitty mark" and he's shocked when izuku is like 3 seconds away from tears

izuku drags shinso to his house and his mum is home and shinso is Spooked bc,, adult?? friends???

hes so scared that inkos gonna yell at him for doing something stupid but as soon as he walks in the door izuku trips over his own feet taking off his shoes and tackle hugs his mum

so izuku and inko are laughing and like, half-fallen over bc izuku is a chunky boy and shinso is so lost??? at the door and inko uses her quirk to pull him over by the shirt and join in the hug

udhihdsf she!!! picks both of them up and squishes these good heroes in the best mother hug

izuku is laughing and shinso is sh o o k bc this is the nicest hug he's ever had???

inko puts them both down and flushes a little, says sorry for hugging shinso but she hasn't seen her boy in so long! and he must be a lovely young man if he's friends with izuku

she bustles off to go stir dinner on the stove and izuku just grins and looks at shinso

"isn't my mum great?!"

",,,yeah"

he and shinso go to his room and izuku pulls out his old console

admits he used to make his mum play this fighting game over n over when he was little, and that she always used to pick this female hero with a big white cape because she liked her hair. he giggles and tells shinso that if he wants izuku can maybbbeee let him play allmight

he picks endeavour for a sec and asks shinso if je just wants to beat up endeavour for a minute before they really start

it turns into them setting like 6 AI to level 9 endeavours and them both playing allmight to beat the crap out of them

inko walks in w tea and little cakes she made and gasps happily bc she loved that game! so they restart the round with 2 allmights + 1 nana plus all the endeavour AI

izuku and shinso keep protecting inko's character from all the fire bc she doesn't deserve this

izuku shoves a cupcake into shinsou's mouth when he goes to ask izuku something

shinsou like, lights up bc he's never had home-baked stuff before and its sooooo good so he just kind melodramatic puts his controller down and says "i guess this is kamino ward 2.0" as all might gets crispy fried by the AI and shoves the cupcake into his face

izuku c a ck l e s

izuku and inko, melodramatically "we can't let allmight 1 fall!! protect him!!!" and they try to save this idle allmight as shinso watches w icing on his face

inko and izuku save idle allmight and shinso cheers softly. inko shoves a cupcake into hers and izuku's faces and hands another to shinso in celebration

she then ducks out to go take care of the dinner again. izuku giggles and puts dollop of icing on shinsos nose, who sneezes then looks offended that his nose dared to sneeze

shinso tries to lick the icing off he nose

but like

it's not working

and izuku is losing it laughing but shinso is stubborn and won't stop just bc what he's doing is v stupid. they end up w shinso's legs on izuku’s bed w his back on the floor, izuku leaning against the bed. shinso isn't really sure why he thought this was a good idea

and they run through English homework and shinso and izuku are both shockingly good and both refuse to admit its bc they spend too much time on tumblr/youtube

shinsou: gee izuku why are u so good at english

izuku, who has been reading self insert all might x reader fics for like 50% of his life: no reason :)))

fdguhdfghufh shinsou, who has been reading angsty fics of all his faves instead of going to therapy: wow same ,,,

also im sorry but, izuku def reads allmight self insert that isn't like "uwu dating you" but its like "what if allmight was ur best friend" or "allmight is your secret dad??? uwu"

u know all those old ass watt pad fics where one direction adopts u, that but all might and all the chapters are just

all might tucks u into bed after a hard school day and tells you he’s proud of you

all might fucking detroit smashes ur class bully into the concrete

u and all might attend the premiere of his latest docuseries and u cry bc there’s a whole preface abt how u changed his life for the better and he could not ask for a better child

izuku and shinso go through their old tumblr/wattpad/deviantart accounts and cry laugh

its all in terrible english and one of the comments is "are you 10 or can you just not speak english"

6 years later, izuku responds

"both, actually"

izuku writing vent fics but they’re like

“all might punches my classmate bc he stole my fuckign apple juice kacchan i hate u”

"all might tells me i don't need my fuckign dad i haven't seen since i was 4 and he becomes my new dad"

“all might tells me i have no bedtime and makes my mom dinner bc she’s stressed and she needs a nap”

"all might adopts me and marries my mum and has a kid who becomes my brother and best friend"

he wrote them all between 6-12 he started writing better shit when he was 12 and made a new account (better, not good.)

his first round of fics were like all in first person and shinsou’s w h e e z i n g like why’d u think this was a good idea. izuku s cryign bc hE WAS SIX HITOSHI STOP IT. its like really terrible english too

izuku is mad but then he realizes he was hitoshi's deviantart open and he g r i n s (its all shitty drawings of cats and his OC Hero ) there are like twenty pictures of his actual cat taken on a shoddy ds camera

also as like, a soft dumb thing izuku is like speed typing on his laptop and shinsou is like??

izuku shushes him n tells him he wants to finish it before dinner

what hes done

is he wrote one of the shitty self insert fics, intentionally shittily but w allmight as izukus dad and eraserhead and shinsous and they live together for no reason at the "hero apartments" and can be brothers

shinso is laughing and crying at the same time and izuku is like

",,,, im gonna send it to present mic"

"nO"

"do you think ill get extra credit?"

"nO DOnT DO IT"

izuku in retaliation sending in some of shinsou’s oldass oc comics and mics just

“i mean

it’s in english,,,”

they get extra credit but it's not really helpful bc they both had As now they both have A plus' but dont wan them

(mic sends it to all might and eraserhead but like, redacts shinso and izukus names and aizawa is twitching w either rage or laughter, all might is bright red and giggling like an idiot)

pls the teachers gc is just “all might and eraserhead tuck u in and call u a Good Boy” for the next three months

as a running joke, whenever they can, that's what izuku and shinso write for English

like in german we had to write plays and act out little skits in german. in english, they do that but like, izuku is eraserhead and shinso is a cat stuck in a tree

they have to write sentences w different words? and they get "comfort" "rescue" and "light" and its all shit like

"my dad eraserhead rescued me from homework because mic is terrible"

"all might's fatherly love lights up the hole in my heart"

"the fatherly aura of allmight and eraserhead brings me comfort on my darkest days"

izuku gives the ol puppy dog eyes to aizawa who begrudgingly lets them sleep over at inko's house

and there is only one bed! and they cant decide who gets it

neither of them sleep in it and they both stubbornly lay on the floor. it takes like 5 seconds for them to start laughing

#bnha au #bnha #shinsbro au #shindeku #mostly platonic but w/e #shinsou hitoshi #Shinsou #midoriya izuku #Izuku #Midoriya #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #midoriya inko #present mic #All Might

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fsketchart · 5 years

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A Second Chance - Chapter 4

Marinette tries to clear up some misunderstandings, meanwhile Hawkmoth debuting a new villain to the public.

I was planning on making this longer but I wasn't feel well today, I nearly passed out :D so if the chapter feels a little short it's because I was planning on making it longer... :P But I hope you enjoy! You're comments, love and support motivate me to keep it up and I can't tell you how much it means to me!

AU by @ozmav.

“What on Earth were you thinking, Alfred? That girl is in there with valuables, she broke in here!” Damian cried out exasperated. No wonder the light was on, she must’ve been snooping around, Damian thought bitterly.

“She is a guest here, Young Master Damian, and that box belongs to her. I invited her here myself, and I offered her an invitation to stay for as long as she needs. Her home life is...not suitable for her at this moment,” Alfred reprimanded, trailing off at the end. “I understand your concerns but her father is my cousin, and I expect a thorough apology to my niece. She’s family to me, so I ask that you do not behave so ill mannered towards her again.” Alfred gestured towards the living room, but Damian just glared at the girl sitting there. He tugged on Titus's leash and swiftly left the room altogether. Alfred stood there for a moment, before sighing and entering the living room. Marinette whipped her head around at the sound of footsteps, before sighing out of relief at the sight of Alfred.

"I apologize for the behavior of the Young Master, he has some behavioral issues that Master Bruce tends to turn a blind eye too. I can speak to him-"

"Absolutely not. I understand why he sees me as a threat. I'm a total stranger who just showed up in his home, I get it. I'm not angry...just shaken up right now," Marinette explained, cutting him off. Alfred nodded.

"Head upstairs to your room, it's at the second floor, the 3rd room to the right. It's the first hallway you see at the 2nd flight of stairs," Alfred directed. "The bedroom light should be on, and a pair of sleepwear will be left on the bed." Marinette once again enveloped him in a hug.

"I can't thank you enough for this, thank you so, so much..."

He hugged her back for a moment before pointing towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. Marinette nodded and made her way over.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

Marinette walked down the dark corridor before stopping at the third door. She opened up the door to be greeted with a large room. There was a large window showing the full moon, with a few candles lit around the room. A pair of black pajamas were laying on the large, fancy bed. The walls were a dark and scary gray, and Marinette took notice to the dust beginning to form at the bookshelf. She set down the box at the desk and glanced out the window. Tikki silently nuzzled into her cheek tiredly, before floating towards the end of the bed and quietly nuzzling up to the blanket, falling fast asleep.

Marinette got changed quickly, taking care not to mess up her bandages covering her arms and torso.

She was about to blow out her candles as she looked out the window, before noticing a dark hooded figure make his over the buildings, sprinting towards the manor. Marinette's heart raced wildly as she quickly ran out the door, about to alert Alfred. Tikki woke up with a start at the sound, hearing the loud sound of doors being swung open. They both backed away from the main entrance, hiding behind the corner.

That's when they saw him.

A tall man with a black mask and a large black cape draping over him. He had a neon yellow symbol of a bat on his chest, and a matching utility belt. Marinette was about to run in there, before seeing the same kid from before angrily walk over there, followed by Alfred. Marinette froze as they argued.

"Greetings Master Bruce-"

"Father, Alfred decided to invite some weird girl to the Manor and I'm fairly sure she's trying to steal-"

Wait...his father?

"Absolutely not! I will not tolerate you speaking so ill about her-"

"She's making Titus feel unsafe-"

"You're making HER feel unsafe-"

"Enough. Why did you call me over here, Alfred?"

"But-"

"My cousin’s daughter came here from Paris seeking help. There's a war going on in Paris right now, about the Miraculous," Alfred started.

"Hawkmoth. That's his name, correct?" Bruce interrupted, recalling hearing his name from the reports from Paris.

"Correct, Master Bruce," Alfred stated.

Marinette's eyes widened, processing the information.

Alfred was about to continue before Bruce held his hand up.

"Tomorrow morning we will discuss what is happening. Until then, I will be in the bat cave looking over the security feeds and claims, to see what is true and what is false," Bruce stated, already pushing past both of them.

"But father the girl-"

"Is Alfred's niece (correct me if I’m wrong) and may have information on the Joker's whereabouts. She will be...tolerated while her stay is here. Are we clear?" Bruce cut off. Damian just sighed.

"...yes, father."

Marinette just paused, before turning around and quietly making her way back to her room.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

Damian just stared at the ceiling, before rolling out of bed. He could smell fresh pancakes and bacon downstairs, maybe even a few waffles. Alfred seemed to be trying out a new recipe, Damian thought. Titus began pawing at his legs and barking in his ears. Damian just smiled softly, patted his head and made his way out of his room.

When he stumbled into the kitchen however, Alfred was in fact not baking. Instead, the same short girl had her sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron, humming a tune quietly as she navigated the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Damian asked, suspicious and cautious.

"I wanted to apologize for the mix up from yesterday. I really wasn't trying to attack you or steal your belongings, I know you were only trying to defend yourself," Marinette's spoke softly and sincerely. Damian eyes the pancakes suspiciously.

"How do I know these pancakes aren't drugged or poisoned and won't kill me the moment I take a bite?" Damian asked, pointing to the top of the stack.

Marinette just paused, before walking over and eating the first pancake of the stack herself.

"I know you must be disappointed but surprise surprise, I'm still alive. I assure you, the pancakes are safe," she smiled softly, her pride evident in her voice. Damian caved and gathered a few pancakes and set them on his plate. He about to roll his eyes when he bit into the first pancake, surprised at the taste of them. They were and sweet, but overwhelmingly so, tasty enough to brighten up almost anyone’s day.

She's just trying to butter me up, Damian thought. Well, no point in letting good pancakes go to waste.

Marinette just smirked proudly as she started on the next batch.

~~~~~~\(°¬°)/~~~~~~

A tall figure stepped forward confidently before stopped at his destination.

Knock knock.

Pause.

Knock knock knock.

Pause.

Knock.

Suddenly the ground below him shook, lowering him down to a dark room.

A man with dark slicked by hair and a purple suit walked in. His skin was a pale white, emphasizing his off-putting smile.

"I sent out some of my men to one of the rebel camps, should give them a bit of a scare," the pale man spoke.

"I see," spoke another, this one walking with a cane, with a gray shiny mask and a dark suit. Surrounding him, were small, dark, purple butterflies. "Fly away my little akumas, trace that fear and utilize it." Several butterflies took flight, swiftly darting out of the shattered window.

"So I hear you encountered a new hero this time, correct?" Hawkmoth asked, not bothering to turn around.

"An old man, dressed up like a mutant ninja turtle. Though the spotted little lady suddenly deemed our entertainment too boring, she didn't even bother to show up," the Joker spoke, almost offended, taking a step forward.

"Then we must draw her out," Hawkmoth spoke.

"And just how do you intend that?"

"Simple. You didn't truly think there was only one miraculous box, did you? Many were destroyed years ago, but there were several guardians for a reason. We managed to salvage a few that were scattered across the globe and utilize them," Hawkmoth explained.

"Are they as powerful as the previous ones?" the Joker asked, excitedly.

"Sadly, no. These are ranked as minor miraculous, but enough to deal great damage. Lady Wi-Fi, come forth!" Hawkmoth called. She quickly stepped forward, holding out a necklace. It had a bright green stone, that the Joker immediately reached out to touch. Once he made contact with it, it shape shifted to become a bright green bow tie, emitting a dark presence about it.

"This is the hawk miraculous, it grants the wielder heightened speed, and will grant you a once per battle ability to see through walls for 30 seconds. After you use it, you will have 3 minutes until you detransform. To trigger the ability, say, 'Arise my seeing eyes!' To transform, say, 'Kite, talons out!'"

The joker smiled wildly before telling the trigger words. Suddenly, his old suit was replaced with a long trench coat, that was jet black. Underneath was a suit that was a dark purple, and he wore a black top hat with a purple stripe in the middle. In his hand was a single desk of cards, the two joker cards having a set of seeing eyes on them, allowing him to see what the cards sees. His mask was a black and purple mask, adorned with jewels at the edge. The Joker began to cackle wildly, almost concerning Hawkmoth himself.

"Let’s bring some smiles on those kids’ faces."

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vitanes · 5 years

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say it’s okay when it’s not

chapter 14: just friends?

Everything is very messy and needs plenty of patience, Lucas has an epiphany and certain truths come out.

Everything happens so quickly that Lucas is barely aware of his surroundings. He goes through the motions in a daze. It takes so much effort to keep Eliott with them until his parents arrive. Once they do, Arthur steps out to explain the situation but only gets a word in before Eliott’s mom shushes him and looks over them.

Scared, stoned teenagers. Anxiously fidgeting in place.

She clicks her tongue as her husband tries to convince Eliott to go with him. Lucas’ keeps his eyes on the woman, not sure he can handle watching Eliott. He’s worried Eliott won’t go with them, will run off. So if he doesn’t see it, Lucas can pretend nothing bad is happening.

“He didn’t tell you, did he?” she asks, her tone stern. They don’t know what she’s talking about, but all of them shake their heads nonetheless. After all, Eliott has never told either of them anything that could have prepared them for this. “What were you doing before this started?”

Arthur opens his mouth. “Um… just relax–“

“We smoke,” Basile cuts in with a serious expression on his face. “Pot,” he adds and Eliott’s mom sighs deeply.

“I told you, we should have come after he stopped answering,” she says to her husband.

“It’s my fault. Like always,” the man mutters under his nose. “He’s probably been off medication for too long.”

Being here feels wrong. Eliott deserves privacy and as much as Lucas hates to admit it, he definitely isn’t fit for this situation. He’s helpless, like all those times with his mom. All he can do is stand and stare.

“You boys should go,” Eliott’s mom says, smiling tiredly at them. “It’s getting dark, go home. We’ll take care of him now.”

They all retreat slowly and the next thing Lucas knows, he’s standing in the doorway of his flat on shaking legs. He doesn’t remember parting with the boys or getting a tram to get home. His mind is full of white noise and he isn’t sure he can feel his body.

Lucas failed. He should have known. Eliott and he are friends, Eliott likes him, but Lucas didn’t make him trust him enough. He should have tried harder to be there for him so now this wouldn’t have caught them off guard. And even in his helpless state, Lucas should’ve been able to do something. He’s got experience after years of seeing his mom being ill. But all he did was observe from the sides while the others were trying to console Eliott as much as possible.

And the worst of it all, Lucas was scared. Selfishly scared when Eliott kept getting worse and worse. Lucas could feel his heartbeat speed up every time Eliott said more and more concerning things when they were waiting for his parents. Sure, he was worried about Eliott, but he was also terrified. It’s something he’s ashamed of.

Lucas is a useless coward and he thinks that Eliott could do so much better than him. Fuck, he deserves so much better than someone being scared of approaching him when he’s at his lowest.

“Hey, bud, everything alright?” someone says and Lucas’ head shoots up. Mika is watching him carefully and only then does Lucas realise how badly he’s trembling.

“Something bad happened with Eliott and I couldn’t be there for him,” Lucas says, his voice breaking halfway through.

“Oh, Lucas… come here,” Mika lets out, frowning and opens his arms wide for him. Normally Lucas isn’t a big fan of that kind of affection, but this time, he crosses the distance between them in two steps and buries his face in Mika’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around his middle. Soon enough he’s comfortingly engulfed by Mika and can let a shuddering breath out.

“I couldn’t do anything for my mom and I couldn’t do anything for Eliott. People keep on giving me so much, but I can’t even do one single thing for them,” Lucas mumbles.

“Don’t say that. You make it sound like you’re so selfish,” Mika whispers. “What happened with Eliott?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles over Lucas’ back.

“His parents didn’t say what exactly it is, but I think he’s ill,” Lucas says and then launches into retelling the events of the evening. As embarrassed as it makes him feel, he doesn’t skip the part when he was lying next to Eliott and they held hands. At this moment he puts his own feelings aside and says how it was. Mentions how unnerving Eliott talking about dying was.

Mika keeps holding onto him, listening. Lucas stumbles over his words the further he goes into the story, realising how much he tuned out by the end. There are so many gaps he can’t fill in so he pathetically finishes with, “Then his mom told us to leave,” and waits for a response.

“That’s a lot, huh?” Mika asks after a minute or two of complete silence. “Shit, poor Eliott. I know you’re blaming yourself for not doing anything, but you had no idea, right? Nothing could have prepared you for this. What matters is that you were all with him and that he’s safe,” Mika says and something about his words slaps Lucas across the face.

God, hasn’t he said something similar to Arthur when he was blaming himself for what’s happened to Lucas?

They didn’t know because Eliott didn’t want them to know. He hid it from them on purpose and like with Lucas, it backfired, but as Mika has said, nothing could have made them ready for that.

Although, Lucas can’t help but think that if he had tried harder, then Eliott would have had more trust in him.

“Once all of this is over, just talk with Eliott,” Mika adds, patting Lucas on the back. “You must be tired. Take a shower, lie down,” he suggests.

Lucas pulls away and sends Mika a weak, strained smile. “Thanks. You always know what to say.”

Mika wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m older. Life experience and all that jazz,” he jokes. “Okay, go. Get some rest,” he adds, his voice gentle. He reaches his hand out and ruffles Lucas’ hair before pushing him forward.

Lucas feels so much calmer now.

***

By the time it’s morning, Lucas has barely slept, there are over thirty unanswered messages from Eliott on his phone and a whole gallery full of drawings Eliott has sent him. He’s not sure how he feels once his phone stops buzzing.

***

“Any news from Eliott?” Arthur asks no one in particular when they’re waiting for the bell to ring.

Lucas threads his fingers through his hair. The weekend has been hard. He was bombarded with Eliott’s texts, which has relieved him at first before it got too overwhelming, but once Eliott went quiet, a new kind of dread has appeared and Lucas hasn’t been able to shake it off ever since. He tried calling Eliott but to no avail.

“He sent me some stuff before going MIA again. But it was mostly incoherent,” he says, not looking up at them and shrugs.

“Well, at least he contacted you in some way,” Arthur replies and sighs.

“If he has what my mom does, he must be coming down from a manic episode now. Could be out of reach for some time,” Basile chimes in and all eyes land on him. Lucas remembers how Basile made a comment back then as if he knew.

“What do you mean?” Yann asks before Lucan can.

“I mean that he could be like my mom. She’s bipolar. He’s got pretty similar symptoms, that’s all. I could be wrong, though. We need to give him time, whatever it is and then let him talk with us,” Basile says and for the first time, he’s making sense. And he doesn’t even look stupid, that’s an achievement.

“So, we should be patient?” Arthur asks to which Basile only hums in agreement.

Easier said than done.

***

Lucas didn’t plan on asking Imane about anything, especially since to approach her, he’d probably have to come closer to the girls – don’t get him wrong, he likes them, but the thing with Daphne is still the elephant in the room. He’s not very keen on pretending to be nice to her nor is he going to be the one to expose her. He’s not going to make it easier for her. Anyway, the point is, he wasn’t going to say anything to Imane, no matter how tempting it could be. Because even if she’s an old friend of Eliott, Lucas can’t just butt in and ask her about that stuff, can he?

But it’s like Imane has the sixth sense and it’s her doing when she drags him away from the guys and they end up in the library.

“Something happened with Eliott,” she states, not asks, right after they’ve both sat down.

The first thing that comes to Lucas’ mind is, “How do you know?”

“He’s been posting weird thing on Insta,” she says as if that explained everything. “I thought I could have been wrong, but your response literally confirms it. Do you know how he is?” There’s concern painted all over her face and Lucas feels bad because he doesn’t have anything reliable to offer to her.

“Not really. I haven’t heard from him since Saturday. But wait, you have his Insta?” Lucas asks, because he’s young, sometimes stupid and focuses on things that may not be important, but catch his attention nevertheless. Eliott has told him about his account, but Lucas had no idea someone else knew about it, let alone followed him.

Imane looks confused for a second before she says, “Yeah? He doesn’t post much, though, that’s how I knew something was up. He posted so many confusing things over the weekend and then deleted the posts.”

“Oh,” Lucas breathes out. He shifts in his place and looks to the side. “I was actually wondering if you knew something. Since you are old friends,” Lucas murmurs and looks back towards Imane. She seems conflicted as she processes his words. There is something bugging her. It’s obvious that she knows the truth, but the longer she stays quiet, the more Lucas understands that she may not tell him anything. She came to him thinking that he’s already been aware and could provide her with information.

At least that’s the conclusion Lucas reaches after Imane doesn’t say anything for a few moments and keeps avoiding his eyes.

“It’s… private,” she finally says. “I don’t want to tell you something that’s Eliott’s to tell, you know? I’m not the gossiping type when it comes to matters like that,” she adds apologetically and Lucas nods. Imane is loyal as fuck and she’s not about to betray Eliott’s trust, no matter how their relationship looks like now.

And Lucas is already suspecting what it’s all about, but at the same time, Eliott hasn’t had a chance to speak for himself and Lucas knows how much it sucks when someone takes that away from you.

He could get all his answers if only he pushed harder, but he decides that it wouldn’t be fair. Most importantly, he wants to find out from Eliott. Not have Basile guessing or from pestering Imane. He can wait a little longer, the same way Eliott was patient with him. Though, there is something that makes him curious.

“How long have you two known each other?” he asks and Imane looks stopped in her tracks for a hot second. She clears her throat.

“A few years. But he was mostly friends with my brother. I was just always around.” She smiles to herself and going by the look on her face, Lucas figures out that she’s sorting through the memories in her head.

“Was he different from now?”

Imane snorts. “He was hanging out with my stupid brother. Obviously, it rubbed off on him when they were together,” she jokes, making Lucas chuckle. “He was more open and carefree. I think it all has changed after…” she hesitates to continue.

“After all that happened at his old school? He told me about it,” Lucas says. At least he isn’t completely in the dark. Imane seems relieved upon hearing that. One less secret she has to keep to herself.

“Yeah. It has really affected him, but… he’s been opening up more recently. I think it’s you and the boys. Your friendship. I’m glad you took him under your wings,” Imane admits. She doesn’t mention anything about how Lucas acted like an asshole towards Eliott for the first few weeks and at the moment, he gladly appreciates this. He likes to think that perhaps, he’s been a good influence in Eliott’s life, even if only slightly so.

“I just hope that what happened won’t make him pull away,” Lucas says. He’s got so many worries surrounding this situation and they just keep on coming.

Imane reaches her hand out and puts it over Lucas’. She squeezes his palm and sends him an encouraging grin. “Then make sure he doesn’t.”

***

Lucas has decided to give Eliott time and that’s what he’s going to do, okay, but he’s also sixteen and worried about his friend that he hasn’t heard from since Saturday. And it’s Wednesday now. So one has to understand why he’s anxiously fidgeting by Eliott’s building with a bag full of bananas.

He knows he shouldn’t be here but he couldn’t stop himself.

Lucas just wants to see Eliott and make sure everything is okay. He hasn’t told anyone about coming here because he’s aware that he isn’t acting reasonably. He should wait a few more days, but at the same time, he misses Eliott.

It’s okay if they don’t talk just yet. They could simply be together, no words spoken. That would be enough for Lucas. They could even hold hands if Eliott wanted to.

(Because Lucas definitely doesn’t want to do that himself.)

After all, Eliott may not even open the door for him. That’s exactly what Lucas is expecting once he summons up some courage and reaches Eliott’s flat. He knocks and waits, thinking that he will leave after a couple of minutes pass.

He doesn’t wait long until the door opens, but much to his surprise it’s not Eliott or even his parents, but a young girl.

Lucas almost drops the bananas and forgets how to speak for a moment.

“Um, hello?” she says, frowning at him.

Instead of saying something civil and appropriate, Lucas blurts out, “Who are you?” making the wrinkles on the girl’s face deepen.

“I think I should be asking you this question,” she replies and Lucas ignores her in favour of checking the number of the door.

It is the one he remembers.

“You aren’t Eliott,” he says, glancing back at her.

“Oh,” she gasps and realisation passes over her face. “I’m Lucille. Eliott’s ex,” she says, reaching her hand out.

Lucas shakes it, scowling. He should ask her why she’s there. They are exes and from what Lucas remembers, their relationship didn’t end well.

Lucille gazes at him sheepishly, probably thinking something similar as he is. “Come in,” she ushers him in.

Lucas follows her inside, unsure whether it’s a good idea. He came to see Eliott. If he’s not here he doesn’t really have any reason to stay.

“Are those for Eliott?” She points towards the bananas.

“Yeah,” Lucas replies and gives her the bag.

“He’s sleeping. Probably won’t talk with you. He doesn’t like being bothered when he’s like that,” Lucille tells Lucas while she’s putting the fruit away. Lucas squints at her. He’s not sure who Eliott would consider a bother in this situation. “I can tell him you visited, though,” she offers, sending his way a grin.

“I want to see him,” Lucas says, knowing he sounds like a petulant five-year-old and frankly not giving a fuck.

She has a more serious look on her face now. “I’m really not sure it’s a good idea.”

“The last time I saw him, he wasn’t present and I don’t know what happened to him. It freaked us all out. My friends and I are worried. All I want is to take a look at him,” Lucas says, not being able to stop desperation from slipping into his tone.

Lucile looks uncertain, her lips pursed into a tight line.

In the end, Lucas is just tired. It’s been days since the shit hit the fan, his head has been a mess, he can’t sleep again and simply having a proof that Eliott is okay in front of him would improve things drastically. Logically, he knows Eliott must be okay, if not mentally, then physically, but sometimes Lucas doesn’t listen to logic.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Lucille mutters, waving him off.

Lucas doesn’t say anything to her. He turns around and takes his steps towards Eliott’s bedroom. The doorknob makes a quiet sound when he pulls it down. He opens the door ever so slightly and steps in despite his hammering heart and anxiety filling his body up.

Lucas gulps as he closes the door behind himself. His eyes scan the room quickly, too scared to settle on the visible silhouette on the bed.

It’s not messy like he expected. Quite the contrary, it feels like something is missing. No clothes draped over the furniture, no drawings scattered over the floor or empty beer bottles in the corner. A bit anticlimactic if you ask him.

The curtains are drawn so the colours are muted, soft. And when Lucas eventually rests his eyes on Eliott’s form, he breathes out slowly. Eliott’s curled up on one side of the bed, his blankets covering him up to his eyes, with only his hair visible from where Lucas is standing. One of his feet is peeking out from under the blanket and Lucas is tempted to step closer and throw another cover at Eliott.

There’s something about Eliott that makes Lucas want to hold him. He dismisses the thought.

Lucille said that he was sleeping and Lucas should have only come here to see he was okay, but once he’s stepped inside, he isn’t sure he wants to leave. Eliott feels safe for him even when everything is not like it’s supposed to be. So Lucas stands near the foot of the bed, unmoving.

“Have you come here to stare at me?” Lucas is startled by Eliott’s raspy voice, muffled by the sheets. He doesn’t say anything for a good minute, surprised and it’s a mistake when Eliott adds, “If so, just leave. I don’t need another babysitter.”

He sounds irritated, so unlike his usual self and Lucas is hesitant to speak out. What if he makes it worse?

“I don’t need your pity,” Eliott finally lets out and that’s what does it for Lucas.

“I don’t pity you,” he says. Sure, he is worried about Eliott, but it’s far from pity. He wants to be there for him, that’s all.

“Yeah, sure. Bipolar Eliott has gone off the rails. I’m the crazy guy again,” Eliott spits out. “You think it’s fun, having you find out like that?”

Lucas isn’t even seeing Eliott’s face right now, but he can only imagine how pained his expression must be. He wants to say something, but he has no idea if there are any words in the world that would make the situation better. He takes a step forward, desperate to do something.

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want anyone here,” Eliott says sharply and buries his face deeper into his pillow.

Lucas wishes he could smack himself in the back of his head. He knew he should have waited longer, he was so aware and willing to give Eliott time, but some fucked up part of him came to Eliott anyway. Lucas should use his brain sometimes, it’d do him some good.

“Alright. But just so you know, I’m here for you. We all are,” Lucas says, hoping it will get through Eliott, if only a bit.

He leaves the room and before he can school his expression, he runs into Lucille on his way out. He doesn’t want to talk with her, he doesn’t want her I-know-Eliott-better-than-you vibe she’s giving off. Why is she even here?

Lucille sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you so,” she says. “But it’s not your fault, okay? Just remember that.”

Well, it’s reassuring, but doesn’t make him feel any less like crap.

Lucas leaves the flat defeated and a bit angry at himself because he should have considered that outcome. He also realises how little he knows about acting in such a situation. That’s why as soon as he’s outside, he dials his mom.

***

They’re walking side by side around the park that’s next to the facility Lucas’ mom is staying at. She’s been having her bad days so she didn’t want to meet too far away and Lucas respected that. He just hopes it’ll pass soon, for her own sake.

He thought that maybe calling his mom up about this matter was a slightly rushed decision. After all, he knows someone who lives with a bipolar person and probably has plenty of experience, but something told him that his mom will have what he’s looking for. In one way or another.

“So, tell me what it’s about,” Lucas’ mom says, linking arms with him. Lucas figures out it’s partly affectionate and partly seeking out support. He brings her closer before saying anything.

“Eliott is bipolar and had an episode. I don’t really know what to do.” Lucas has spent most of the last night looking up Eliott’s disorder online, but he’s still pretty clueless, no matter how much information he processed.

“What do you mean, dear?” his mom asks, a tint of confusion in her voice.

“Like how to help him? How to be there for him? I want to make sure he knows he isn’t alone,” Lucas says quietly. He hates not being able to do a single thing. He never wants a repetition of how everything went down with his family.

His mom takes a deep breath. He can see her watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m not an expert, obviously, but you have to remember everyone goes through their illness differently. No amount of articles on the Internet is going to be one hundred percent correct. Be patient, don’t overwhelm him. Let him know you’re there but in small ways. Baby steps, you know? When everything is difficult, you have to focus on the now and try to get through this with this person. That’s what your father forgot about. He tried to handle me, do everything quickly. It’s never the way because sometimes even hours make it hard to breathe.” The raw honesty in her voice breaks Lucas’ heart. He’s been made aware to wait, give time, but no one has explained it to him like this.

Rushing things – that’s what Lucas tried to do, despite knowing better. He went to Eliott before he was ready. When he was, and probably still is, hurting. And like his mom said, it should be an individual approach. Lucas read that some people want to be alone, some don’t. And as much as he hates to admit it, Lucille does know which group Eliott belongs to. She had the time to learn, Lucas hasn’t. But he will, as long as Eliott will let him.

“You really care about that boy, don’t you?” Lucas’ mom asks, snapping him out of his thoughts. Lucas looks towards her and nods.

“Yes, I do. He’s my friend.”

His mom tilts her head to the side and says, “I don’t want to pry, but are you sure it’s only friendship?”

They stop walking. Lucas opens his mouth, ready to reply but no sound comes out. For the first time, he can’t give a definite answer. For the first time, his mind is filled with doubts as to how he really feels about Eliott.

When exactly does a friendship become something more?

There are fingers tilting his chin up. “Don’t overthink it, okay?” his mom tells him with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Whatever it is, he’s lucky to have you.”

In the evening, Lucas sends Eliott a text.

No matter what, you’re not alone.

***

Lucas is in Yann’s house, supposed to be studying, but he is sprawled out on Yann’s bed with his textbooks opened next to him and left untouched. His best friend is doing homework, not paying a lot of attention to Lucas’ present(one of many) crisis.

When Lucas is told not to overthink, he does the opposite. He hasn’t been able to stop his mind from going right back to his mom’s question. It’s like he’s seeing the world through new lenses. Thinking back to his whole relationship with Eliott, going through all he’s felt from the very first moment he saw him.

They have a connection. A deep one. Not quite like the one he shares with his other friends. It’s not the same as with Yann. There has always been something that drew Lucas in, even back when he was convinced he hated Eliott. Their eyes would find each other and for one moment, the rest of the world didn’t exist. Lucas has never questioned why. He has never stopped to think what’s it about Eliott that makes him so special.

What is Eliott to Lucas?

Eliott is warmth, solace, and peace. Eliott is held hands and whispered secrets. Shared joints, bad music taste, and drawings of the two of them. He’s staying up late and eating pizza for a whole day while playing stupid games together. Comfortable silences and feeling safe to come to.

But Lucas has only thought of him as a friend. Not even Eliott’s sudden confession or Arthur’s comment changed the way he looked at him. Or, maybe he simply wasn’t aware of it? After all, Lucas has a great talent to internalising and repressing things and as he looks back on everything that happened with Eliott, there have been so many moments that made his heart race. Way too many.

How did he know that he liked Yann? Oh, right, he kept thinking about kissing him.

Kissing Eliott, what would it entail? Does he want it?

Lucas thinks about how it’d be to thread his fingers through Eliott’s hair and pull him closer, so close they’d be breathing the same air. He imagines moving his other hand over Eliott’s heart and letting it rest there as he’d look up into Eliott’s eyes and see the stars. They would be smiling softly at each other and Lucas would be the one to close the gap between them, his lips parted. The kiss would be tentative at first, but they’d be already blushing furiously with their sweaty palms holding onto one another. It’d be messy before they’d find their rhythm. Slow and lazy because they’d have no need to hurry. And then Eliott would bite down on Lucas’ lower lip and Lucas would feel him smirking into the kiss–

Lucas sits up, placing his hands over his burning cheeks and looks in panic at Yann who jumps in his place, startled by Lucas.

“Dude, what?” Yann asks, staring at Lucas quizzically and holding his pen up in a funny way. Like he was ready to attack him.

Lucas gazes back at him in horror and in the grimmest voice possible says, “I think I like Eliott.” His heart is beating so fast it may as well kill him any minute. He’s not sure it’s because of what he’s just vividly imagined or the epiphany. Maybe both.

Yann deflates and makes a sceptic face at Lucas. He throws the pen at him, hitting Lucas in the forehead. “Fuck you, you scared me,” he mutters and clicks his tongue.

“Listen, it’s serious. It’s a game-changer,” Lucas proclaims and realises his hands are shaking. If that isn’t one drastic way to act when one learns they’ve got a crush on someone.

Yann stares at him doubtfully. “Alright. It’s not like you can do much about it now, though. So calm down,” he reasons, patting Lucas on the back.

“You don’t understand. It’s so sudden.” Lucas hides his face in his hands and exhales loudly.

“Honestly?” Yann asks as he starts rubbing Lucas’ back comfortingly. “I could see that coming.”

Lucas looks up at him, surprised. “What?”

“I know you, Lucas. You guys have gotten so close together, which is fine. But I know you. It’s not because you both like guys or something, I’m not that shallow. I could just see this happening on your face,” Yann admits sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would you have believed me if I had said anything before you realised it yourself? Because I doubt it,” Yann says, taking his hand away. He shrugs. “I prefer to let people do things at their own pace.”

Well, he isn’t wrong given how Lucas denied everything when Arthur thought there was something between him and Eliott.

“I think that all that happened with Eliott recently must have pushed you,” Yann adds as an afterthought.

“Yeah, maybe,” Lucas says tiredly. “What now?”

“I have no idea. You know how things went with Emma,” Yann replies, apologetic. Yeah, Lucas knows because it was partly his doing. “You don’t even know if he likes you back.”

Okay, so Lucas guesses Yann is only perceptive when it comes to how Lucas is feeling. Or, Eliott is really fucking good at keeping his feelings to himself.

“He does,” Lucas says. “He confessed to me some time ago.”

The surprise on Yann’s face is priceless. His jaw goes slack and eyes open comically wide.

“And that didn’t make you realise your feelings?”

“Shockingly enough, but no.” It did trigger something in him, though, because the level of staring at Eliott grew unhealthily ever since then. God, Lucas has been so fucking gay.

“You’re hopeless,” Yann states simply, his face scrunched up. Then he gasps. “That mural. It was for you.” Lucas nods even though Yann doesn’t really need confirmation. “Wow. That’s great. You both like each other. Best case scenario, right?” He’s smiling encouragingly at Lucas.

Lucas sighs, lacking Yann’s enthusiasm. “In theory, yeah.”

“But?” Yann asks, confused.

Lucas can’t say that he’s gay and among many things, he has intimacy issues. So he says something else, that’s just as true. “Liking you was safe because I knew you were straight and I wouldn’t fuck up anything. I’ve never had a mutual crush or been in a relationship. I don’t want to lose what we have because of that,” Lucas confesses, wrapping his arms around himself. “It’s scary.”

Yann looks at him with understanding in his eyes and nudges him in the side. “I know it’s scary. That shit is terrifying as fuck, but you know what? Some risks are worth taking,” he says quietly, throwing his arm over Lucas’ shoulders.

***

It’s Friday afternoon and Lucas is in the tram, on his way back home when he feels his phone buzz. He pulls it out and his heart skips a beat when he sees he’s got a message from Eliott. He hasn’t heard from him ever since he texted him two days ago.

What he reads is a simple thank you, but it’s still more than he expected. He smiles to himself and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

He’s shaken by the epiphany he had the day before but he’s trying to work around it and not freak out. Especially since he knows Eliott is nowhere near to being in the state when they could be talking about such things.

This time Lucas pushes his feelings aside on purpose because it’s not the time yet. Everything that’s happened in the last week has been a lesson on patience and slowly but surely, Lucas is learning the basics. There are still so many other things he needs to take care of, stuff that he wishes he could already move past on. But well, he can’t rush the universe.

“Have you already run out of money?” Lucas hears someone exclaiming loudly.

It’s not aimed at him, but he glances briefly towards the people behind him anyway. There are three boys, talking amongst each other. He recognises one of them as Tom, the guy Yann and him were hanging out with last year. He was their weed-provider for a while and also a total asshole. Lucas scrunches his nose up and looks away.

“No, I still have some saved up. But I can’t go wild anymore, you know.” It’s Tom.

“Why?” the third guy asks.

“The guy you’ve been leeching off stopped paying you?”

“Yeah, it was fun while it lasted, though. I thought he was loaded because I was in his house once. I guess he just didn’t care,” Tom says, sounding bored.

“But it’s a good way to get some free money.”

Tom hums. “It was so easy I didn’t even have to try hard. The amount of money I got because of two blurry pictures some drunk chick took. Fuck,” he snorts.

Lucas freezes.

“It was fifty euros every week, right?” Tom lets out an affirming noise. “Shit, better than going to work.”

“I heard he was beaten up, though. Tough luck, I guess. He could have tried harder,” Tom complains and it’s not a coincidence. Everything that they’ve said so far is too fucking familiar. It’s fucking Tom who called Lucas gay every single time they hung out. There’s no fucking way in hell it’s not about him.

Lucas stops listening to them.

He turns around, shaking, buzzing with anger. All he can see is red as he approaches the boys, who are laughing at something right now. Not having noticed him yet.

“It was you,” Lucas grits out, catching their attention. Tom looks towards him and curses under his breath.

The tram stops.

Lucas drags Tom out of it, ignoring Tom’s protests and his friends following them out. They can do whatever they want to him, but he isn’t letting Tom off the hook.

He pushes Tom and he lands on the ground. “Why the fuck did you do it?!” he cries out, ignoring everyone around.

Tom gulps. “I needed some cash for drugs?” he offers, smiling nervously.

Drugs. Lucas’ life has been ruined because of fucking drugs. That’s how much he is worth. He stands there, baffled, his fingers curled up into fists.

“You fucked me over to smoke some weed?” Lucas asks, his voice cracking.

“Paid rent with your money, too,” Tom blabbers as if it made the situation better.

“What have I ever done to you?” Lucas won’t cry. He won’t fucking cry and give that asshole more satisfaction.

Tom backs away a few centimetres when he notices Lucas stepping closer. “It’s nothing personal! I just saw the opportunity and took it,” he explains.

Lucas shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re sick,” he spits out. His vision becomes blurry, but he isn’t going to show more weakness. He blinks the tears away and when he sees Tom trying to get up, he waits until they are on the same level.

“No hard feelings,” Tom says, dusting himself off and looking over himself. Like all was good. As if Lucas wasn’t close to exploding.

Too engrossed in himself, Tom doesn’t see Lucas’ fist coming.

(a/n:ill understand if some of you are disappointed by who the blackmailer is but by this story i wanted to show that sometimes something so grand happens in our life when for someone else it means nothing, they are just a random person. tom just wanted money and have fun, he didn’t care abt the rest. anyways, one more chapter to go!)

#elu #elu fic #elu fanfic #skam france #skam france fic #skam france fanfic #lucas x eliott #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury

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