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howtosingit · 3 years

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Fic: The Nightmare That I Call Myself

His t-shirt is sweat-soaked and twisted around him, refusing to allow his chest to fully expand the way he desperately needs it to. He tears away at it, trying to get it off, and a sob climbs up his throat and out of his mouth when it starts to feel hopeless. Finally, after an hour or a day or maybe even a year, it comes off. TK throws it across the room with a yell before he wraps his arms around himself, his fingernails digging into his sides.

He just wants to feel something.

But that’s not really his problem right now. He’s feeling too much, all at once. It’s a stark contrast from the nightmare that he found himself trapped in moments ago; a nightmare where he felt absolutely nothing. Because he was absolutely nothing.

Because he was dead.

Or, five times TK wakes up disoriented and confused, and one time he wakes up knowing he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

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A/N: Haven’t written a word in two months, got this idea when I woke up this morning and now here we are, 10 hours later. The muse does what the muse wants. Hope you like it!

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Someone’s screaming.

TK’s eyes fly open, the red and blue lights from his lamp in the corner adding to the confusion that he’s currently feeling. It feels like there’s an elephant sitting on his chest, and when he closes his eyes again to try to make it all disappear, all he sees is smoke and dust and collapsing buildings on fire.

It’s the same thing he’s been seeing on TV for the past few days, even though his mom changes the channel as quickly as possible whenever he’s in the room.

“TK!”

His eyes open again, finally focusing on his mom as rushes into his bedroom, the sudden lights causing him to blink against their harsh brightness. Before he knows it, there are arms wrapped around him, firm hands on his back, and a soft voice in his ear.

“It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay. You’re okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

That’s when he finally realizes that the screams are coming from his own mouth.

He stops instantly, his throat raw, but he can’t quiet the sob rising in his chest. He buries his face in his mom’s shirt, pressing against her, kind of hoping that he can disappear into her, where he knows he’ll be safe.

He closes his eyes again, and a new image appears behind his eyelids:

His dad. Covered in dirt and dust and blood, his firefighter’s helmet falling from his head, his eyes dark and empty and so different from their normal blue.

“Dad,” he croaks, his voice weak and full of pain. His heart hammers in his chest, thud thud thud. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”

“Oh, honey, he’s okay,” his mom says, her fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp gently, a shiver running through him. It helps to pull him out of his head, the fear disappearing at her touch. “He’s just in the other room, he’s okay.”

“Can I go see him?” he cries, the words getting lost in another sob. She understands him, though, like she always does. She’s his mom, so she always understands him.

“Of course, sweetie,” she says, holding him closer. “Let’s calm down a little bit though, before we go see him. We don’t want to scare him, do we?”

TK shakes his head, following along as she shows him how to breathe deeper. He can still feel his heart pounding in his chest, but it doesn’t feel as heavy now. The elephant has been replaced by something smaller. A gorilla, maybe, or something like that. He gets so distracted thinking about all the different animals that he’s seen at the zoo, that he almost doesn’t notice when a different pair of arms find their way around him.

He does recognize the smell, though. His dad’s soap has a really special smell.

“Daddy,” he cries, more tears finding their way to his eyes as he pulls his head back to see those familiar blue ones. They aren’t as bright as they were before, but they’re more alive than they were in his nightmare. His dad gives him a small smile, pulling him into his arms and against his chest.

“I got you, buddy. I got you. I’m right here.”

He focuses on the sound of his dad’s heartbeat, hears the way the soft words rumble through his chest. His mom is still there, too, her own fingers crawling up and down his back.

Eventually, they all lay back down, his body tucked between the two of them. He reaches out, grabbing on to each of them, pulling them even closer.

He hears them whispering above him, but their voices sound like they’re at the far end of the big, long tunnel, so he doesn’t really know what they’re saying. He watches the lights from his lamp slowly dance across his ceiling, watches as they catch on the corner of the twin-sized firetruck bed that surrounds them on all sides.

The next morning when he wakes up, he tells his dad that he wants to change his room. There’s a sad look in his eyes, but he just gives him a hug and helps him pack some things away.

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Someone’s knocking on the door.

TK lets out a groan, his stomach rolling. Even through his eyelids, he can see that the sun is up and pouring in through his bedroom windows, his mother’s sheer curtains doing little to keep the daylight at bay. The air around him is stale, sweaty, and smells like sex and weed. He scrunches his face, trying to stave off the nausea.

The knocking gets louder, and that’s when he realizes that it’s not at his bedroom door, but further away. Probably on his mom’s front door. Fuck. He’s going to have to get up and answer it before the neighbors complain. He really doesn’t want to have to deal with his mother when she gets home.

He throws the thin sheet off of himself, the blast of cool air making him aware of his nakedness. The back of his hand comes in contact with something solid to his left and he opens one eye to see tanned skin covered in various back tattoos under a head of shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. His gaze moves lower to take in the bare ass resting on top of his mother’s 800-thread count sheets, the outline of a handprint barely visible on one cheek. With a disgusted scoff, he pushes himself up to sit at the edge of his bed, the stranger now behind him and out of sight.

He instantly realizes his mistake as his stomach somersaults and he barely has time to notice the empty vodka bottle on his nightstand next to a little bag of white pills before he empties it onto his rug-covered floor.

He’s stumbling naked down the hallway towards the bathroom to stand under the water for the next hour or so when his brain refocuses on the knocking on the door. Now that he’s out of his room, he can hear his phone vibrating incessantly from the pocket of his jeans where they lay on the floor by the couch. He can now also hear a familiar voice yelling through the door to accompany the knocking.

“TK! I know you’re in there, I tracked your phone,” his dad yells, his knocking turning into an intense pounding. “Open the damn door!”

With a “Calm the fuck down, Dad,” TK stomps towards the door, throwing it open. He can’t help the satisfaction that crawls through him at his dad’s shocked face as he takes him in. TK doesn’t know why he’s so surprised; it’s not like this beats the time his dad accidentally walked in on him having sex with his high school boyfriend a few years ago.

“Jesus Christ, TK,” his dad huffs, pushing him back into the apartment and slamming the door behind him, obviously trying to maintain some sense of privacy. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

TK doesn’t reply, just stands before him with his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Well? You gonna say something?”

“What are you doing here, Dad?” TK scoffs, rolling his eyes. He immediately regrets it, as the action causes a sharp pain to flare up behind his eyes. Remembering his previous goal of drowning himself in the shower, he turns to walk back down the hallway. “Mom’s out of town, you don’t have to pretend like you give a fuck about me. There’s no one around to impress.”

“Yeah, I know your mom’s out of town, that’s why I’m here,” his dad says, and TK can tell from the consistent volume of his voice that he’s following him towards the bathroom. “You obviously can’t be trusted by yourself for more than a day.”

“Oh, fuck off,” TK yells, rounding on him. “I’m right here, aren’t I? It’s not like I’ve gone missing and you’ve found me dead in an alley or something.”

His dad glares at him for a moment. Then, with a raise of his eyebrow, he points a finger at TK’s face. “You’ve got some vomit on your chin.”

TK feels a blush crawl up his neck, but before he can say anything, his dad turns towards his room, pushing open the door and walking in like he’s been invited to do so.

“Dad, wait!”

It’s too late. His dad has already stepped inside, taking in the scene. TK cringes as the smell of vomit hits his nostrils.

“This a new boyfriend of yours?” his dad asks, gesturing to the naked guy still passed out in his bed. TK says nothing, having no desire to share that he has no idea who the guy is, or that he can’t even remember his name.

His dad circles around the bed, his hand coming up to cover his nose as he spies the puddle of puke on the floor.

“You’re paying to have that rug cleaned,” he says, turning towards the large bay window and throwing it open.

“Where do you get off telling me what to do? This isn’t your house anymore, Dad,” TK spits out, but it comes out with less fire than he had hoped. The smell is really strong here, and the room has started to spin again. He starts backing away towards the bathroom, knowing he’s going to need the toilet in just a minute.

“Not a boyfriend then,” his dad says, ignoring his question. He’s made it over to the TK’s side table, where the evidence of his drug-induced evening sits. He watches as his dad grabs the bag of Oxy, waving it around before pocketing it. “Your mother is going to kill you when she finds out you brought your drug dealer into her house.”

“That’s mine, I paid for that,” TK says weakly, his heart hammering in his chest. He doesn’t want to be here right now, he doesn’t want to be anywhere right now. He wants the room to stop spinning, he wants the stranger in his bed - the one he let touch him in ways that make him suddenly feel incredibly unclean - to disappear, and he wants his dad to stop looking at him like he’s regretting the day he was born.

(But hey, TK thinks, the familiar nasty voice in his head taking center stage, at least you finally got his attention.)

His dad is across the room and standing in front of him by the time he mentally checks back into the present moment. Before TK can say another word, he’s shoving a pair of clean boxers into his hands, a look of intense disappointment on his face.

“Take a shower, son. You stink.”

And with that, he steps out of the room, leaving TK to stare at his vomit-soaked carpet, his unwanted hookup, and every other regret he doesn’t have it in him to name.

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Someone’s pounding on the wall behind his bed.

He comes to with a gasp, lurching forward in his bed. His breathing is out of control and he claws at his chest, trying to get a grip on his lungs, to squeeze them until they burst. It’s not like they’re working correctly anyway, he thinks as he struggles to breathe through an airway that he swears can’t be any wider than a coffee stirrer, so what’s the point of having them at all.

He just wants to feel something.

Because he was dead.

The image of his prone body on the floor, unmoving, just a mass of useless limbs and wasted potential, flashes through his mind, unbidden. He chokes out another sob, reaching up to fist his hands in his short hair, his nails scratching at his scalp. He recalls a time in his life when his mother would run her fingers through his hair, grounding him with love-laced scratches. How it would settle him, how it would focus him, how it would remind him that he wasn’t alone.

He’s alone now. She’s not here. It’s just him, and the addict screaming and pounding on the wall in the room next door.

Her face comes to him, the one she wore the last time she saw him, the lines of graceful aging marred by fear and hurt and hopelessness. All for him. All because of him. All because he couldn’t get his shit together. All because he couldn’t handle his cushy, privileged existence, with his middle-to-upper class accepting parents.

All because he didn’t want to do it anymore.

Except, he does. He really fucking does. He’s felt that high of life, the one that he can get without the help of pills. He’s loved before, he’s given his all to love, and sure, it didn’t last, but it was good. It was freeing. It was worth it.

He wants to find that again. Find the people that make it worth it again. Find his purpose. He knows it’s out there, he knows it’s waiting for him to get his shit together.

He’s twenty years old and he’s nearly killed himself, but he’s not dead yet. He’s not done yet.

He’s not fucking done yet.

So, yes, he’s here and he’s alone, with only thin walls and an uncomfortable mattress to call his own. But, if this is what he needs, if this is what is going to help him find out where he goes next, then it’s worth it. It’s all going to be worth it.

He cries himself back to sleep, back into the darkness, back into the moments that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

This time, though, as he gives himself over to rest, his lungs expand to fill his entire chest, his airways now clear and fulfilling their purpose, reminding him just how alive he is.

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Someone’s shouting.

There are a lot of voices, but they all sound muddled and confused. There are hands on him, pressing down hard against his chest, and now that he’s noticed them, he also notices the most intense fucking pain that he’s ever felt in his life, right below his collarbone. It hurts so bad that he wants to scream, he even goes as far as opening his mouth to do so, but he’s not sure if anyone hears him; he’s not even sure he hears himself.

His eyes flutter open when he’s suddenly lifted into the air, the pain spiking to new heights. He sees shadows crawling across his vision, shapes that amount to nothing more than blobs of mass. There are so many of them, and they’re all moving so fast. Too fast for him to really pinpoint.

“TK!”

Those two letters - the two letters he knows better than any others - swim through the molasses to punch him in the eardrum, and he instinctively looks towards the sound. He finds his father there, his face pinched and sweaty and terrified. It’s a familiar face, one he saw just a few months ago actually, one that he never, ever wanted to see again.

Fuck. Another overdose.

But even that doesn’t explain the sharp pain in his shoulder. He looks around, trying to figure out his surroundings, trying to make sense of all of this. He’s clean, he knows he is. It’s been hard, but he’s in a better place now. He’s with better people now. He’s truly felt like he’s finding himself, finally, after all of these years.

There’s no way he threw that away. There’s no way.

He forces himself to focus, to figure out what the fuck is going on. He turns to see Captain Blake on his left - well, his left, her right, maybe, he doesn’t know. She’s barking orders, and he follows her arms down to find her hands pressed to his chest. He wants to shout at her, tell her that she doesn’t need to push so hard, that she’s really fucking hurting him, but he can’t speak. Just like his scream before, his voice is trapped inside of him.

He looks up to see Marjan above him, lines of tears running down her face. She doesn’t bother to wipe them away, just lets them fall as her bottom lip trembles. He focuses on it, wants to tell her that it’s going to be okay, wants to reach out and rub her shoulder gently. But, as hard as he tries, he can’t seem to do that either.

He’s stuck in a world where he can’t do a single damn thing.

Suddenly, the blurry ceiling above him gives way to what looks like a wood-covered porch, which quickly gives way to the night sky. It’s all fuzzy, but he swears he can see stars up there; he never really got to see stars before moving to Austin, save for the inconsistent trips he would take outside of the city.

He likes seeing the stars. He likes the open vastness of it all. It makes him feel equally too large and too small, which is honestly a really freeing, confusing feeling.

There are blue and red lights painting the trees overhead, and he’s reminded of his childhood room, with his firetruck bed and his color-changing lamp that would soothingly move from red to blue, just the way he liked. It feels so long ago, but he remembers it so clearly. It’s the only clear thing he can see right now.

He can tell he’s fading away again, his short reprieve to the land of the living coming to an end. The voices are still both loud and muted, but he no longer cares what they’re saying. The pain is reaching his maximum capacity, the edges of his vision turning white.

It’s okay, he thinks. It’s all going to be okay.

He feels his head drift to the right, and he swears he sees a familiar face, proud nose and perfect lips under a head of soft brown curls and soulful eyes that have seen deep into the very heart of him.

He smiles, perfectly content with Carlos being his final thought before he goes.

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Someone’s coughing.

It takes him no time at all to realize that it’s him, that he’s the one hacking up a lung. He feels like his chest is on fire and he can’t take a full breath. There’s heat all around him, flames painting his surroundings an unrecognizable, hazy orange. The bed is gone, the dresser is gone. It’s all vanishing, lost to the fire.

But that’s not what causes him to panic, that’s not what stops his breath. That’s not what threatens to shatter him completely.

Carlos is among the flames.

They’re crawling up his body, latching on to his blue shirt, the one that TK thinks makes him look completely unreal. Well, truly that’s anything he wears, but blue always makes Carlos look soft.

It makes him look like home. The greatest one that TK has ever known.

And now, TK watches as his home catches on fire, unable to move, to step forward, to pull Carlos to safety. His boyfriend watches him as the flames rise up between them, his eyes wide and full of fear, his chest heaving from the breaths that he just can’t seem to catch. TK wants to yell out, tell Carlos to come to him, that they can get out of this together if they just hurry, but every time he goes to speak, a cough climbs up his throat, burying the words inside of him.

He knows he’d be crying if he could, but the flames have stolen his tears from him, too. The flames are going to take everything from him. Everything that matters, packaged inside one wonderful, miraculous, unexpected person.

And before he can even blink, Carlos is gone, swallowed whole, no trace of the man that TK chose to give his entire heart to. He’s gone, and TK desperately wants to follow him.

There’s a creak above him and he has just enough time to look up before the entire ceiling comes down on top of him, granting him his final wish.

He jerks awake, the coughs relentless as he folds himself in half, trying to remove the smoke and ash from his body. It’s dark in the room now, the fire finally extinguished. Except, no, that’s not right, because as he looks around, he sees that everything is intact. Nothing burnt, nothing broken.

He reaches out blindly, trying to find Carlos in the dark, but he’s met with only air. He turns, taking in the empty space on the mattress beside him, the untouched pillow.

“No,” he gasps, shaking his head, and finally the tears come, no longer frightened of the untamable heat. “No, Carlos, no,” he sobs, pulling at the sheets, hoping that he can find him hiding somewhere in their depths. He claws at them, desperate, unhinged.

“TK!”

The voice is salvation, the timbre unmatched in its miraculousness. TK whips around, searching and scanning for the source. He lets out a cry when he finds him, standing in the doorway, dressed in nothing but athletic shorts, a bright white towel pressed to his curls, water still trailing down his bare chest.

Whole, untouched, safe. His home.

And TK just loses it.

In seconds, he’s in Carlos’s arms, his firm hands pressed against his back as his shoulders close around him, encasing him. His lips press to the shell of TK’s ear, his voice pouring into him like lava, filling all of his cavities and crevices left behind by the nightmare that took Carlos away from him.

“I’m right here, baby, I’m right here, it’s okay.”

TK sobs, clinging to him, his voice piercing in the quiet of his dad’s guest room. “You were there and you were surrounded by the fire and I couldn’t get to you, I couldn’t move, and I had to watch you, I just had to watch you go and then you weren’t there anymore, and it was like you were never there at all, but I couldn’t do anything, I just--”

“Hey, hey, Ty, breathe,” Carlos says, drowning out his voice with his own, pressing closer. “It was just a nightmare, we both made it out, we’re both here and we’re both okay. We’re both okay.”

“I… I can’t… I just…”

“Baby, you’re shaking, you’ve gotta calm down, okay.”

“I don’t… I can’t…”

“Here, lay back down,” Carlos says, loosening his grip a bit. TK shrieks, holding tighter. “It’s okay, trust me. TK, I need you to trust me.”

It takes him a moment, but finally TK lets him go. He closes his eyes, feeling the way Carlos lowers him back down onto the mattress. TK can still feel himself shaking, but before he can really start to panic again, he feels a weight on him, one that presses him firmly down, grounding him, holding him steady, from head-to-toe.

His eyes flutter open to take in Carlos above him where his face is pressed into his neck. He breathes, taking stock of their bodies, the way their hips rest against each other, the way Carlos firm thighs bracket his own. He brings his arms up around him, wrapping them around Carlos’s wide back before dragging one hand to the back of his neck and burying them in the soft curls there.

It’s a position he’s intimately familiar with, though unlike other times there is nothing remotely sexual about this situation. Carlos turns his head just enough to press his lips under TK’s jaw, dragging his nose along the light stubble there.

All he feels, all he sees, all he hears, is Carlos.

“Just breathe, baby. I’m right here. I’m all around you. I’ll keep you safe. Just like you kept me safe in the fire, just like you kept me grounded, just like you brought me back down when I felt scared and hurt and lost. I’m here for you now. It’s you and me, keeping each other safe, just you and me.”

He nods, letting Carlos drown him in his own form of a sermon, allowing the words to wash over him like a verse. He lets each syllable piece him back together again, remade in the image of the man he’s deemed worthy of loving him. The only man he will ever trust to do so.

He doesn’t need anything else, doesn’t want anything else. This is all he needs. This is all he will ever need.

Just him and Carlos, like this, forever.

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Someone’s snoring.

He comes to slowly, letting the world reintroduce itself to him. He hears music first, though it sounds tinny and, if he’s being honest, kind of grating. He shifts his hips a bit, feeling how the movement pulls against some tension in his lower back. He realizes he’s on a very hard surface and not at all on the very expensive mattress that he and Carlos splurged for a few years ago, when his husband started having his own fair share of lower back problems.

He opens his eyes, watching blue and red lights dance across the ceiling from the TV in the corner. A smile pulls at his lips as he shakes his head slightly, amused for no specific reason. Blue and red, he thinks. He’ll never escape them.

He lifts his head just enough to see the children’s TV show currently playing to an audience of none. He remembers when Carlos, fully offended at Netflix asking if he was still watching the same show after a few hours, finally figured out a way to turn that setting off. TK will have to tease him about not turning off the autoplay function tomorrow morning.

He finally focuses on the snoring off to his right, a sound so familiar that he hadn’t really registered it before, his brain just accepting that it was there. He turns his head, his smile growing as he finds his husband asleep next to him, his head resting on TK’s outstretched (and now very painfully numb) arm.

Carlos’s face is so soft, so serene, his brows slightly furrowed, his crease between his eyes just a little more pronounced. His lips are parted just barely, allowing his shallow breaths to escape and fill the living room around them. TK stares at him, overwhelmed by his beauty, overwhelmed by the feelings that are spreading throughout his chest at the sight of the man before him.

Even in sleep, Carlos is mesmerizing.

TK glances down, his heart leaping at the sight of their little boy asleep between them, his face buried in Carlos’s shirt, his light brown curls resting against the pillow beneath him. Carlos has an arm draped over him, his fingers grazing TK’s arm.

A memory flashes in his mind, one from when he was much younger, of his parents surrounding him in much the same way as they all lay together on his firetruck bed. He remembers how safe he felt between them; how between their bodies, he knew he could never be hurt.

He’s surprised to find that he feels that way even now, even as a father himself. He knows it’s because of the man before him; Carlos’s presence has always meant safety to him. He doesn’t see that ever stopping. He wouldn’t ever want it to.

He scoots just a little bit closer, groaning slightly at the numbness in his arm. He holds his breath as his husband shifts, his eyelids fluttering open. Brown eyes meet green, and TK feels the entire world shift into focus in that single moment.

“Hey,” Carlos whispers, dragging his fingers gently along TK’s side.

“We fell asleep on the living room floor,” TK whispers, scrunching his face as he shifts again, feeling the strain on his hips.

“Actually, you fell asleep on the floor, in the middle of Paw Patrol,” Carlos corrects, his hand leaving TK’s side to boop his nose. “We just decided that we would rather stay with you than sleep in our incredibly comfy beds.”

“Your back is going to kill you in the morning, you know that, right?”

“I could say the same thing about your hips,” Carlos replies, raising an eyebrow. TK says nothing, just nods his head and rolls his eyes.

“Grace is taking him tomorrow night, so we can run a bath, work out each other's kinks.”

“The fact that you are saying that and it’s not about sex makes me feel so incredibly old.”

“I never said it couldn’t be about sex.”

TK feels his jaw drop, watching as Carlos’s eyes twinkle in the blue light from the TV. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his husband’s lips.

“I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Strand-Reyes.”

“I’d be offended if you weren’t, Mr. Strand-Reyes.”

TK drags the tip of his nose along the ridge of Carlos’s before letting out a sigh. “Now that we’re awake, should we move to our beds, save ourselves from total regret and bodily mutilation?”

Carlos hums, looking down at the bundle of limbs between them. “It’s up to you. I just want to sleep next to you, wherever you are.”

TK takes him in for a moment, the way his long lashes brush against his cheeks, the peaceful smile that pulls at his lips as he looks down at their son. It’s a stunning image, powerful in its perfection.

“No, I think we can handle one night,” he says, scooting closer. He does remove his arm from under Carlos’s head, replacing it with the throw pillow laying on the ground next to them. “Besides, I think this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

Carlos hums in agreement, wiggling a little closer and smacking his lips softly as he drifts off to sleep.

TK stays awake until Carlos’s soft snores drown out all possible distractions, the feeling of absolute love and certainty filling him with a heaviness that drags him back into the darkness of sleep, all nightmares kept at bay for now.

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puckngrind · 3 years

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Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

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Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

#leave her wild fic #N MacKinnon fic #Nate the great 29 #K's new series #2019 hockey season #nathan mackinnon

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floofywritings · 4 years

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Hands & Hearts: Gilbert x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU)

(A/N: Wow it’s been a while since I’ve written anything - excuse the rambling! It’s been about two years since I’ve done this, but enjoy :))

It had been four years - four entire years since your father had kept you inside. You had not met another soul your age for 1460 days, and the words carved on your forearm stayed grey.

They had appeared suddenly in a beautiful cursive script, the first words your soulmate would say to you after your 12th birthday, as they did for everyone, and your 12th birthday was the last day you stepped foot out of your house.

You never truly knew why you weren’t allowed out. Your mother had lost her battle with herself - and had broken your father in the process - and she was his only true soulmate. Your father just wanted to keep you safe from the heartbreak your soulmate could cause you, but in the most isolating way possible.

Every day you would watch as the children in Avonlea ran past your kitchen window, laughing with each other as they went off to school. Then the older teenagers, some who had already found their other half, walking with their hands and hearts intertwined, some walking with friends, content as they were, and some completely alone.

All you wanted was a normal life - going out in the chilly mornings for school, giggling with your friends as you gossiped about your crushes and friendships, adventuring into the woods after school with the boy of your dreams as you had a picnic together, blushing, leaning in-

The harsh knock on your door awoke you from your daytime reverie, back to reality. It was your father, demanding you get up and start your day. Sighing, you threw back the covers and glanced out your window. It was another chilly day, the snow creating a blanket as far as you could see.

There was only one bright point in your day, one time of day that made you truly happy, and that was seeing him. He was always walking alone to school - his dark head of hair stood out in stark contrast to the pale snow, making him easy to spot.

You had been watching him every day for the past four years. You had seen countless students walk past, and most tended to disregard your house, merely viewing it as a ramshackle old shed where some old hag probably lived. It hurt sometimes, when you realised none of them remembered you, when you realised your childhood friendships could probably never be recovered, and they all assumed you’d moved away and immediately moved on with their lives.

He was the only one who hadn’t forgotten.

You saw him glance up every day, the boy you had grown up with. The boy who had been your best friend until the day those words appeared. You saw his eyes, the same as you remembered, roam the entire house, stop momentarily on the windows, move on as he saw no movement. You watched it all - unable to say a word yet knowing exactly how he felt.

You saw him when he was happy, when he was sad, when he was angry, when he was truly destroyed after his father died, and it tore you apart that you couldn’t experience all that with him.

Your father didn’t know how you felt, and had no idea you watched out for him every day - he surely would have sent you away if he did.

As you lay in bed after another day of being alone, memories with him flashed behind your eyes.

“No Gilbert Blythe don’t you dare throw that water on me- NO!”

“Wanna come round tonight? Mum’s made pie!”

“I don’t care, we’re going to the woods tomorrow Y/N! Relax, nothing will happen, I’m with you aren’t I?”

“I love being the older one out of us two, even if it is only by three days - just proves I’ll always be better than Gilbert Blythe!”

The next morning you woke up to an empty house. This was a never before occurrence - your dad usually had his produce buyers come round, and kept you isolated in the upper part of the house so they wouldn’t know you were there.

There was a note on your kitchen table - ‘Grandma sick. Gone to look after her. Will be a few days. DO NOT go outside.’

The first thing you did was step outside.

Who could blame you? It had been a long time since you had been outside the boundary of your house and garden, and for the first time in forever you were finally out! It was strange to feel the chill of the cold air on your skin, your hair tumbling out of its bun, your cheeks flushed, feeling alive for the first time in years.

It was all too much though, and after a while you stepped back inside, ready to eat and get started with your day.

After your morning rituals, you stood at the windows, watching everyone rush past in the cool morning air. And you watched out for him, waiting to see his tall figure walking past, and then you saw him - but something was different. Because he saw you too.

You quickly moved away, startled by the eye contact you had just made and how it sent lightning through you. Peeking out of the window, your heart dropped as you watched him dismiss it as a trick of the mind and move on.

But today you waited for him, coming home from school. You stood at your window and waited as you watched him approaching. Your heart was thumping so loud you could barely hear yourself think, and yet all you could focus on was him. You had even dressed yourself up a little, just to wave at him from your window.

But he walked past without a second glance.

You were confused - but remembered he didn’t even know you existed, and had dismissed your earlier contact as a trick of the mind. Every fibre of your being was pulling you after him, but you stayed put, knowing that going outside to meet him would be a step too far. The only comfort you got was from noting that his arm was still grey.

Waking up to an empty house was strange - you had never experienced it before, and it gave you a sense of comfort. Today you decided to try walk to school with the other schoolchildren, and see if anyone would notice. You had been examining their behaviour for the past four years, and knew how the children your age behaved. You decided to try blending in with the lot, and once you saw the first group walking past your window, you took a deep breath and stepped outside.

The noise was overwhelming - there was so much going on, from the rumble of cars further away to the crunching of boots on snow to the inane chatter and giggles of the girls to the hearty laughs of the boys. Your senses were overwhelmed - you tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible, but all the while you were ecstatic. You had done it! As small of a step as this was, you were outside with others your age. You were getting ready to turn back and go home from a small close where the others couldn’t see you, when you saw Gilbert Blythe.

Shit.

You were pretty sure you had never run that fast in your life, and his gobsmacked face staring at you was emblazoned upon your eyes. You shut your door, panting heavily, thanking God that he didn’t have the time to run after you.

You were NOT ready for this. Your father was right, going out was only going to cause trouble, bring up old feelings -

You buried yourself in your work, vowing never to disobey him again, he was coming back tomorrow after all. The blinds came back down and you swore to forget the incident ever happened

The next day Gilbert didn’t walk past your window.

Your father came home, announcing your grandma had passed away. You had only met her twice, as your father stated she brought back too many old memories of your mother. It was back into the same old routine, and you vowed never to step foot outside again.

The day after that Gilbert was outside your window.

He saw you, and you knew he saw you, because his face lit up with shock and confusion and maybe even a little happiness. You saw him, and couldn’t fathom how one person could make you feel so much, and look so elegantly beautiful, his black ensemble making him stick out like a sore thumb.

Oh shit he was getting up coming round the front of the house raising his hand knocking on the door-

Your father’s face was utter confusion - he had no buyers scheduled and if someone wanted his vegetables, they would come round the back.

You stood in the hallway, your chest tightening as the door slowly opened to reveal Gilbert Blythe, absolutely astounded.

“Y/N? It’s been so long, I-”

“GET OUT!” your father yelled, his face a lovely purple hue, manhandling Gilbert til he was past your gate, a forlorn figure in the snow.

Your arm was golden.

He stood there, not moving.

Your arm was seen by your father. He gripped your arm, almost cutting off blood supply, as you watched his face change from shock to confusion to sadness. You were dreading his response - Gilbert still had no idea what was going on, watching from afar.

He was struggling to control himself, his breathing ragged and his movements erratic as he examined your forearm.

Your father’s voice was surprisingly soft. “I’m not blind, you know. I’ve seen how you look at him. I remember you two as kids. I always knew it would be you two. I just didn’t want you to leave me for him, for him to hurt you as your mum hurt me. But you know what?”

You held your breath.

“Go.”

And that single word, that one syllable, had you running out the door into Gilbert’s arms.

“I missed you, Gil.”

Your hands and hearts were now intertwined.

#awae #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #soulmate #orphanage #imagines #edits #fanfic #Marilla Cuthbert #matthew cuthbert #floofywritings

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wolfprincesszola · 3 years

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Ability to Fly (Tommy-Centric)

Hello! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I’ve been so busy. But don’t worry. It’s still me, posting and writing at 12 AM when I SHOULD BE DOING HOMEWORK. Hahahahaha end me. Also this fic is based on the Winged!Tommy comics by @.impcraig :). ——————– Summary: Tommy has always looked up to Wilbur and has always had the dream of flying high. What does Tommy do when Wilbur loses his wings?

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Blood, Mention of Suicide

Content Warnings: Swearing

——————– Tommy would finally be able to fly.

From a young age, he would watch Wilbur and Phil flying from the ground. He always thought that they looked so cool, gliding.

Tommy had little wings, his arms being a bigger wingspan than his wings, but they still worked.

He had been so excited to learn how to fly and now was the time.

“Tommy, you ready?” Phil asked as he held his hand out.

Tommy looked at Wilbur nervously, who just smiled. “Don’t worry, Tommy. I was scared my first time too. Phil’s got you.”

Tommy smiled, grabbing his father’s hand tightly as Phil started to fly up.

His stomach turned and his heart leaped as he went up into the air. It was a weird feeling.

He tried to flap his wings like he’d seen his family do plenty of times, but to no avail. Nothing was happening.

“Oi, Tommy, you need to start flapping your wings,” Wilbur remarked from the ground as he looked up at his brother.

“Oi, dickhead, I’m trying!” Tommy glared.

Phil was patient for someone who had to deal with those two every day. “Tommy, try not to focus on flapping your wings as more of opening them. They’re still sort of closed.”

He concentrated on trying to open them. Nothing.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?” Wilbur had flown up, looking at Tommy’s distressed face. Wilbur looked worried.

“It’s not working, Dad,” Tommy muttered, panicking. He could feel tears start to prick at his eyes, “Wilby, why isn’t it working? Am I not able to fly? Are my wings just useless-”

“Hey, hey, Big T. Just take a deep breath. It’s always a little hard at the start. Come on, we’ll keep working on it. You don’t have to get it today. It took me a while to fly too.”

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked, “I can’t open my wings.”

“You just need some training.” Phil reassured, “Besides, you get to have the ability to fly. Techno can’t have that, can he?”

“I guess not.” Tommy smiled confidently, glad that he had something over his father’s student.

“Come on, why don’t we start with something more simple? On the ground too.” Wilbur smiled. “We can start with trying to open your wings down here. It’ll probably be easier.”

Tommy nodded as Phil lowered him down.

Everything was going to be okay. He’d be able to fly.

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Some time had passed since Tommy’s last flying attempt. He had been training his wings and his family had helped him through his struggles of opening his wings. He was able to open and close them, but he still hadn’t taken off since that one day.

He thought it was finally time.

“Dad, I think I want to try to fly again.”

Phil smiled, “Alright then, let’s try. Let me get my hat and then we can go out.”

“Can we come too?” Techno perked up as he walked into the room with Wilbur. “I can catch Tommy if you guys drop him.”

Phil raised an eyebrow, “Will you?”

“I dunno, will I?” Techno smirked.

After a glare and nudge from Wilbur, Techno sighed, “Of course I will.”

“Then get ready, boys. Tell Tubbo to get ready as well; I’m sure he wants to see Tommy fly.”

It had taken an hour for the boys to finally get out into the open with all the fuss of four children, but once they had, Wilbur had taken to the skies.

“Come on, Tommy, try.” Wilbur smiled, excited for his brother.

It was clear that Techno and Tubbo were excited too. Despite Techno being a bit tsundere at times, Tommy could tell that he really cared and that he would catch him if Tommy ever fell. Tommy trusted his family more than anything.

“I’ve got you,” Phil muttered as he started to fly up, waiting for Tommy to open his wings.

Tommy couldn’t help but feel his heart soar as he managed to open his wings and start flapping them.

For the first few minutes, Phil had guided him through flight, holding his hand and reassuring him.

Then, at one point, Phil had let go and Tommy had been okay. At least until he panicked.

Wilbur had been below him just in case he fell, but Tommy hadn’t fallen into Wilbur’s arms. He had been pretty shaky, so the moment that Phil let go of him, he was flying all over the place while falling. He tried to slow his fall with his wings, but his panicked state allowed him to continuously flap his wings, which was not ideal.

Before he could hit the ground and split his head open, someone had caught him. Techno.

“You know, for someone that can fly, you looked like one of those American chickens that desperately try not to face their inevitable death,” Techno remarked as he let the boy down, “You should try being good.”

“You’re such a dickhead.” Tommy scoffed as the rest of his family surrounded him, relieved that he was fine.

Techno just chuckled, “You did well today.”

“Really?” Tommy asked, “It didn’t really seem like it was good.”

“It was better than Wilbur’s first flight,” Phil remarked, smiling.

“Tommy, I’m proud of you.” Wilbur ruffled the younger’s hair, “I think all of us are. Now, you wanna go up again?”

It made his heart warm. His big brother, the one he looked up to, was proud of him.

Tommy laughed, “I think I’ve given us all enough of a scare today. I’ll try it tomorrow.”

“Good choice.” Phil sighed in relief, “Next time, we need a trampoline on this whole area. We were glad that Techno had fast instincts this time.”

Tommy was making progress on his flight. Soon.

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Tommy hadn’t really been practicing his flying skills. He had been too busy helping Wilbur build his own country. The beginning of L’manberg.

He knew that flight could help them in the long-term battle, but Tommy was too busy being his brother’s right-hand man to try and practice it. Besides, he still had years to learn it before his wings would become underdeveloped.

“Tommy, I’m going out.”

“What for?” Tommy perked up, “I thought we were still making plans for what we want to do with L’manberg.”

“Dream’s angry. He doesn’t want me doing this.” Wilbur sighed, “I agreed to go fight with him. I just want L’manberg to be free.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this, Wil?” Tommy asked, now scared for his brother.

“Hey, Tommy, you don’t need to worry.” Wilbur smiled, “I’ll come back safe with the freedom of L’manberg in hand. Then we can go help you fly afterward. Okay?”

Tommy felt an uneasiness in his stomach, but nodded, “Do you want me to come support you? I can bring Dad.”

“Don’t you have homework assigned by Dad to do?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

He groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

Wilbur chuckled, ruffling the younger’s hair, “Finish it. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay.” Tommy went to hug his brother, “Good luck. I love you.”

“Thanks, Tommy. I love you too.”

With that, Tommy watched his brother leave, wondering if that was the last he’d ever see of Wilbur anymore.

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It had been hours since Wilbur had left home. Tommy was starting to get worried. It was almost sundown and he wondered if Wilbur had even gotten out alive.

He told Phil and they decided to take a stroll around until they’d find him or Dream.

It wasn’t long before they found Wilbur and Dream. They were fighting and it seemed like Wilbur was losing the upper hand quickly.

“WILBUR!” Tommy shouted as he started to run towards him.

Dream turned around to see the two, laughing, “This’ll be good. An audience always makes a fight better.”

Wilbur was on the ground and Dream was seconds away from striking his face to end his life.

Tommy called to Wilbur again, trying to run towards him, but Phil held him back.

“Tommy.”

“DAD? What are you doing? Why aren’t you letting me go to him? LET ME HELP HIM!” Tommy desperately begged his dad as Phil held him back.

“Tommy, cover your eyes.”

“WILBUR!” Tommy yelled one last time before Dream struck down. And in a reflex, Wilbur turned. The ax hit his wings, blood spurting out.

Wilbur didn’t move as Dream kept swinging at his wings again and again. It was horrifying to watch.

How could he, after all? How could he watch his idol and brother get humiliated in the worst way possible?

He didn’t know, but he never stopped watching.

As soon as Dream was satisfied, he stood back.

Tommy rushed to Wilbur immediately, trying to see what was going on through Wilbur’s mind.

For a while, it was silent as Tommy watched Wilbur shake in fear.

Then, a loud scream escaped his lips. Then Wilbur was sobbing. Soon after, Tommy had started crying, embracing his brother.

All Phil did was stand there in horror and disgust.

“Are you happy, Dream?” His father had spat at the masked boy.

“L’manberg can be free.” Dream cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

Tommy’s head snapped up, full of anger. “Is that it? My brother’s wings were just fucking payment to you? A free country and an apology are what you have to give him after you just took away his world? What the fuck is wrong with you, Dream? His wings were everything to him and you’re over here, believing that we’d forgive you if you just said sorry! Well, that is bull-” “TOMMY!” Phil hissed at his son, “I know you’re upset and angry. I am too, but that is NOT how you solve things.”

“No! He ruined-”

“Tommy, it’s okay,” Wilbur whispered. Tommy looked over at his brother, still not having moved from the ground. He was covered in his own blood. “Tommy, I went into this willingly and I lost something for the freedom of my country. If that means I had to lose my freedom, I’m okay with that.”

“But Wil-”

“Tommy.” Wilbur sighed, “I’m okay. Let’s just go home.”

He had stood up on his feet, holding onto a nearby pole for support. His center of gravity was different now that there were no wings behind him.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, Dream.” Tommy spat as Phil pulled his boys back to his home.

It was not a good day.

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Tommy couldn’t help but feel cold. All the time. The house no longer was felt with the warmth of family and friendship. It didn’t feel warm when his father hugged him or when Tubbo made him laugh. Nothing had any more meaning.

Wilbur lost the meaning of feeling free and alive. His wings meant the world to him and he lost it. How could his brother ever recover from it?

How could he ever recover from the second-hand humiliation? He felt angry at Dream for doing this, he felt angry at his father for stopping him from saving him, but most importantly, he felt angry at himself because he couldn’t help Wilbur.

All Wilbur wanted to see was Technoblade. It made sense, they were attached and were almost like twins. But Tommy couldn’t help but feel upset that Wilbur didn’t want to see him.

“Hey, Tommy. I know that things have been hard recently, but do you want to try and fly again? To take your mind off of what’s been happening?” Phil asked one day.

Tommy had said yes, but it felt off to him. How could he still enjoy his freedom if Wilbur couldn’t? That was the day he promised himself that he’d do anything to help Wilbur. Because his brother meant the world to him. More than any sort of wings.

“You ready, Tommy?”

“Dad? I don’t want to learn to fly.” Tommy sighed, looking up at the sky.

“What? Why not?” Phil asked.

Tommy sighed, “I’d give up my wings for Wilbur. If it means that I don’t get to feel free and alive, I’ll take that. Because Wilbur’s my brother and I don’t want him to go through it alone.”

“Are you sure, Tommy?”

Tommy nodded. And that was the moment that it was set in stone. Tommy wouldn’t fly for WIlbur.

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“Techno, can you come here for a second?” Tommy asked. He didn’t want to ask, but he had been struggling for the past half an hour.

“What’s up?” Techno asked as he came into the bathroom.

“Can you help me hide my wings? The bandages don’t fit just right.”

“I’m sorry. Tommy, what? Flying is your dream. Why would you give that up?”

“Please. I don’t want Wilbur to feel alone through all of this. Help me.” Tommy begged.

Techno had sighed, giving in, “You need to wrap the bandages like this.”

“Thank you, Techno.” Tommy gave a small smile.

“I just hope that you don’t regret it in the long run.”

“Wilbur’s the best brother I could’ve ever had. I’d give the world if it meant that Wilbur would be himself again.”

“You’re very hopeful.” Techno sighed, “Don’t ever lose that.”

“I won’t.” Tommy whispered as he looked at himself again. It felt weird with his wings being hidden, but he’d get used to it soon. He’d have to if he was going to do this for the rest of his life.

The decision was set in stone. He’d never fly again for Wilbur.

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Things had changed since that one day. Tommy was starting to lose faith in WIlbur. He was going insane.

It all came crashing down on the day of the festival. Tommy had seen Wilbur go into the TNT room and he had foolishly followed.

“We’re almost set. We’re only missing a small bit before the festival starts. Tommy, do me a favor and get as much TNT as possible.”

“No.” Tommy looked at his brother. Tommy realized that it wasn’t Wilbur anymore. He had gone insane, but he was just hoping that maybe reason would strike through and show the real Wilbur again. The one that Tommy looked up to.

The one that encouraged Tommy to learn how to fly. The one that founded L’manberg. He missed that Wilbur.

“Tsk. Don’t be silly-”

“NO! SHUT UP! I’M NOT BEING SILLY!” Tommy snapped. “Blowing up L’manberg? After all we’ve accomplished?”

“Tommy, this isn’t L’manberg anymore. I LOST EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING THAT MATTERED TO ME. But you won’t get it, Tommy.” Wilbur scoffed, smiling.

“I DO!” Tommy burst out, “I gave up my wings for you! I gave up my chance to feel free and alive like you did.”

His voice started to crack as he felt himself holding back tears.

Wilbur’s expression started to change before it settle on a smile, “The wings mean nothing to me, Tommy. I lost them a long time ago. They are nothing to me.”

That was the moment that Tommy didn’t want more than to not be in the same room that Wilbur was in. But he had to let Wilbur know his feelings.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU IDIOT! FUCK YOU! You’re a selfish asshole! I hate you! I gave up my dream for you and you don’t fucking care!” Tommy sobbed as he pushed against Wilbur’s back, “I gave up so much. I told Phil not to teach me how to fly and begged Techno to help me cover them up, so that you won't be alone on the ground. I did this all because of you. I gave it all up for YOU, asshole. You KNOW how much I dreamt of flying after watching you and dad dance in the far sky together. I wanted to experience the same feeling, the same freedom, but I gave it up for you. I helped you with all your projects cause you were still my big brother and hero in my eyes. And you know what, Will? After everything I did for you, you are the worst brother of them all."

He couldn’t see Wilbur’s expression, but he knew that Wilbur wouldn’t care.

All he did was rip off his bandages.

Wilbur turned around, “What the-did you just rip off your bandages?”

“You know what, Will? I will fly and make sure you watch me.” He looked at his brother with the most determined and angry face, “And I will do it now!”

And then nothing happened.

“Wait-why-t-they won’t move...they...they won’t react…” Tommy panicked.

Wilbur’s facade broke, “Tommy, I-”

“It’s already too late.” Tommy glared, “Go ahead. Blow it up for all I care. It’s not like you ever even cared about me anyways. It’s always been Techno’s that’s the favorite.”

He walked away and Wilbur tried to walk towards him, trying to tell his brother that he was sorry.

None of them even noticed when they left the button room only for someone to close the room and break the button.

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Things had happened since the last time he really talked to Wilbur alone. Wilbur had gotten more crazy and Tommy couldn’t stop the unravelment Wilbur was going through.

When the day of the Manberg-Pogtopia War came, Tommy knew that one of them wasn’t going to make it out alive, whether it be him or Wilbur.

And as he watched his own father kill Wilbur because L’manberg was gone, he knew that his family had fallen apart.

When he heard that Wilbur had said that L’manberg was never meant to be and as he saw Techno causing anarchy because of government, he knew that his family had fallen apart.

And as Tubbo was announced as president of New L’manberg and he had been exiled, he knew that there was no coming back from this. It was permanently damaged.

Phil had been there to send Tommy off. He looked upset. Rightfully so, but he couldn’t do anything against Dream. Of course he couldn’t, Tubbo still needed him and now Ranboo did too.

But Tommy wished that Phil sending him off wasn’t the last time that Phil had ever flown.

Because that’s what he had heard from Techno and Ranboo.

His father had lost so much. To the point where he stopped flying.

Just like Tommy and Wilbur.

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Exile had been hard on him. It really had.

It didn’t help that Dream, the one to hurt him, was the only one who really cared to visit him. The one who had started this problem with chopping off Wilbur’s wings.

So, one day, Tommy had been so sick of it.

He was so tired of waiting around for someone to visit him. For someone to truly care.

He realized that no one really did. He wasted his life, following someone who wasn’t worth idolizing, even giving up his freedom to help them. And now where was he? Exiled with no one to talk to.

He was tired and looking at the pool below him, he knew that he’d be able to rest soon. As he fell back into the pool, he felt the warmth engulf him. He felt at peace because he knew that at least...he got to fly one last time.

TommyInnit tried to swim in lava

#dreamsmp roleplay #dreamsmp #winged tommy au #sbi dynamic #philza #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #alivebur #dream #tubbo #tw suicide mention #tw mention of blood #cw swearing

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@plzdonthitmewithyourcar requested angst so therefore I come bringing Jemtoria angst

Idealism must run in their blood. Victoria always looked up to Munkustrap and Demeter because they saw the world for what it was and still wished for more. No wonder their daughter was born with dreams dancing behind her eyes. She didn't view herself as negative, just realistic. The first time Jemima stops her paws to let ants pass she wants to scoff. She sits there for two whole minutes watching Jemima construct walls with pieces of bark around the ants marching path. Wishing them a safe travel, Jemima turns to her, smiling ear to ear, and thank her for her patience.

Anyone would do it, she says, pawing the earth.

ii.

Jemima cries when anyone else does. Victoria would call it a superpower if it wasn't so frustrating. The sniffling, the tears, the way she drops everything to sit there and let the tears flow. One time, Pounce takes a really hard tumble down a pile of trash and she finds Jemima on the tires, sobbing. She tells her that Pounce is fine, He wasn't even crying when I looked in on him and Jelly. But Jemima sits there, shoulders trembling and tears like rivers

He is, he is! Jemima insists. The tears just won't come out so I'm crying for him.

Victoria doesn't get that much at all, but she loves her sunshine girl and her little glass heart so. She wraps her up in the most loving and soft touches she can and waits for the storm to pass.

(Victoria checks on Pounce the next day. After Jemima had woken up and bounced on her way when the sun came up. He's limping and his shoulders sag with hurt pride and Victoria is almost frustrated with how right she was.)

iii.

It's after the Jellicle Ball that Jemima acts different. Her daydreaming girl is spending so much time... Elsewhere. A place that Victoria can't touch or reach. It's like she's floating along in a daze and Victoria is trying to tether her down. Jemima is still sweet and friendly and chatty with everything she meets, but the lulls in-between, it's like she stops being there at all.

Then she starts jumping. Startling out of their naps in the morning sun, jumping out of her skin while they're drinking water or chatting with Skimble, head popping up wide-eyed between bites of their meal.

Victoria sits next to her, shoulder to shoulder, and asks, Where are you?

Jemima avoids her eyes and bows her head, You don't hear that? Victoria shakes her head and suddenly her young friend looks much too old for her age. I just keep hearing somebody crying. And that's when Victoria reminds her that if someone is crying then she would be too and Jemima's shoulders shake a little with laughter and she agrees

They both decide to pretend that nothing is wrong at all now that it has become painfully obvious something clearly is

iv.

One of Victoria's proudest moments is when Jemima informs her that she's going to be the next Jellicle Protector just like her dad. Jemima is practically glittering with the good news. She positively gushes as she tell Victoria about the story-telling and fighting she's learning. The whole thing fills Jemima with a new vigor and sharpness that Victoria was starting to worry she had lost.

That's great... I wish you were spending more time with me. Victoria thinks to herself, Jemima immediately cocks her head like she's listening to something. Victoria asks her if she saw any cool flowers today to snap her back.

One of Victoria's angriest moments comes the next week when she swings by to visit Jemima and ask her how her first outing as Protector-in-training went. The den is completely dark and there's is a mountain of blankets shaking like there's an earthquake. She reaches out to lift them and-

Don't touch me! Jemima bursts out and scrambles across the room, pressing herself into the wall. Victoria flattens her ears. Everlasting, how long has she been crying in the dark? I'm his! I'm Macavity's! Jemima spits from across the room. Do you know what that means?

(She doesn't)

Victoria reaches out, to touch her sunshine girl and hold together that little glass heart. Jemima recoils like she's been offered poison. In that moment, rage bubbles up in Victoria's calm heart and she want to slash and claw and tear at everyone involved in making such a bright girl dark. Jemima flinches and Victoria's heart melts into love, love, love. They freeze, both waiting for the other to do something.

It means that all these voices are real. Jemima whispers to the dark and Victoria tackles her with a hug she can't say no to.

Pollicles attack the Junkyard. A rush of frothing, gleaming, teeth and heavy paws thundering. They rip up through dens and scratch up Victoria's favourite spot to sunbathe. She doesn't see Jemima after the chaos begins and Jemima yells for her to grab Jelly and Jenny and hide.

(She feels like a useless kitten cowering before a storm at the din outside. She's boiling with the urge to do something and fear as to what may be left when she steps outside.)

It's Alonzo who sticks his head into their dark hole to let them know the storm has passed, blood marring his monochrome.

You need to stay calm, He says

About what? She asks. He shifts his weight back and forth in his feet. She does not stay calm

Jemima, glass-heart and all, is laying hands on the wounded. Her red fur flickers like fire. She's the saint of gentle as their breathing steadies under her touch and then she gets up, stumbling. Only the blood on Jemima seems to be fresh and flowing. Victoria rushes forward to stain herself with it.

I can take their pain, Vi. Jemima's words have the cadence of an excuse made to circumvent a scolding. See? I can do this as Protector. I can protect them from all the pain, Vi. Victoria feels a creeping light pour into her, a soft prying into her ribcage. It coils around her concern, her fear, the pain that's aching in her heart at her sunshine girl being blotted out by so much agony.

She kisses Jemima. She kisses Jemima and lets the tears from her eyes pour down the smaller girl's crusting cheeks. She kisses her to stop her and because she doesn't know what else to do with her.

You can have all of me, but you can't have that. Victoria whispers. She will never be allowed to have that. The girl in her hands who loves and cares for everyone so much that it hurts needs the selfish love in Victoria's chest.

vi.

Months of ceaseless "helping" and "healing" follow. Jemima drawing grief from people's hearts and into her own. Pulling out thorns of agony, terror, and fear and letting them bury themselves in her flesh instead.

Victoria hates it. She really hates it.

Your compulsive need to fix things and help people is destroying you. Don't you see that? Victoria tells her, drawing her gentle lover up from the fetal position on the floor. She pushes back the sweaty hair in Jemima's eyes and tilts her chin up to look at her. Jem's brown eyes are cloudy, like she's look at her from the other side of the veil.

Jemima croaks. Her whole tiny body trembling with effort just to support herself. They're not in pain anymore.

Yes, but you are. I don't care about them, I care about you. Why don't you care about you. Victoria swallows all of those thoughts down, but since they're already so close. Not just close as Victoria's hands support Jemima but as two people who have mapped out each other's souls. Jemima feels those thoughts pass through her skin.

But who else? Jemima whispers. Even now, she can hear it all. The pain, the heartache, the despair that seems to be flooding out of every heart on earth.

Anyone else, Victoria tries to communicate through kisses. She wants to wrap Jemima in a blanket of love louder than all the pain that knocks at her door. She runs her hands up and down Jem's arms (Everlasting, when did she get so thin?) trying to share some of her warmth.

Jem, you need to stop. Come home with me, sleep with me tonight. We can watch cartoons and I can paint your nails, brush your hair. Victoria whispers the suggestions to the hazy eyed girl in her arms. Jemima pushes her away and takes a few stumbling steps, collapsing back to her knees.

I have appointments... Tomorrow... I'm protector. Jemima's head bobs with the sleep that always is evading her. Her hands clutching her head, rubbing her temples. Brain flashing between boiling hot agony and freezing cold grief. Mom and Dad said... I have to help people.

But not like this, Victoria thinks, rushing forward to catch Jemima's head before it hits the ground. Those happy idealists who raised you and loved you, They didn't mean it like this

#cats the musical #cause of death: The Softies #Jemtoria #Jemima #Victoria #sad little powerful empath #and the girl that would gladly say fuck em all to keep her #is this confusing? probably #i dont even sorta have a title for this #if i wasn't trapped on mobile I'd add a read more #i SWEAR

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Extra Part 4

U.A. a school for students to learn how to become the best Pro-Hero. When young Y/n Midoriya returns from her traveling to be accepted through recommendation. What awaits her when she meet the explosive blonde Katsuki Bakugo

Words- 2496

Katsuki Bakugo x Midoriya!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Cousin!Reader

Warning-Spoilers from show, fighting, blood, and surgery, and attempted murder

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You could hear the beeping as well as snoring, you slowly opened your eyes, You could feel pressure on your hand and you tilted your head and saw Izuku sleeping on your hand. You took your other hand which proved to be were difficult as it felt as if it weighed 20 pounds and flicked him in the face. He shot away looking around for any danger, then his eyes landed on you.

“You’re awake!” He cried out pulling you into a hug which made you groan from how sore you were.

“Sorry.” He gave you a sheepish smile.

Your parents had entered expected you to still be asleep and they started crying seeing you awake smiling at Deku. The doctors had rushed over to you checking over your vitals and all before they explained the extent of your injuries. Because of the voltage and duration of the collar, you had very bad burns on your neck and shoulders which left some scars that they couldn’t fix. They told you not to use your voice as much as the shocks had damaged your vocal cords a bit. When they took off the bandages they gave you a mirror to see the scars. There were scars littering your shoulders but there was the huge scar that went from your collarbone up the side of your face ending right underneath your ear. They could be easily hidden but the memories and trauma would never. You had drunk water trying to lubricate your vocal cords while Izuku explained everything had happened.

You had been out for 5 days since the attack with many of the students coming to visit you and some teachers coming to see you as well. It had been a few days since you have woken up which was spent it going through rehabilitation of walking and talking as you had to relearn from being out for so long. When you were released Izuku and his mom and your parents had been there with you when you took your first step outside the hospital taking a fresh breath of air. When got back you home your parents went off to go get food for dinner while you went to take a shower to clean away the stench of being out for 5 days and the smell of the hospital. When you got changed into more comfortable clothes and put back your bandages on you laid on your couch and put on the TV. You were scrolling through the channels when one caught your attention

“Seen today leaving Kamino Hospital Y/n Midoriya, one of the kidnapped victims from U.A. and involved in the final battle against the villains,” The reporter pulls up a photo of your family and Deku’s family leaving the hospital, “People are relieved to see both her and Katsuki Bakugo safe at home and back in school, but people are worried about U.A. ideologies. Having the winner of the U.A. Sports Festival Katsuki Bakugo show of “villain-like” behavior and Y/n Midoriya suspected of murder,” The pull up a photo of Bakugo at the Sports festival all chained receiving his award and a photo of you during the Kamino Incident eyes bright red blood surrounding your neck by the collar. “Is the U.A. raising heroes or villains, this is-” before they could finish it was shut off and you turned to see it was Deku standing on the other side of the couch staring back at you.

“You killed someone,” he whispered.

You shook up rushing over to him “I swear I didn’t something happened when I was in Europe and somehow the League found out. I swear it was an accident you have to believe me Izuku.” You cry not wanting to lose someone close to you.

He nodded “I believe you.” You sighed in relief.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore, with U.A. and the League. How do you do it Izuku?” You looked up at him Both of you sat on the couch

“I don’t know this is the life of a Pro. Like All-Might he always has a smile on his face, I try to be like him.” He tried to explain.

“I’m sorry about All Might and all, but I need you to be honest with me Izuku,” You asked and he nodded in reply, “I know you’re quirkless and quirk doesn’t just show up like that, so please tell me how do you have a quirk.”

You both stared at each other and then he told you everything.

After he had finished your face was blank. “So you’re All Might’s apprentice, and he passed you his power through his hair? And now your the new Symbol of Peace.” You said slowly trying to make sure you have all the details correct.

“Yeah basically.” He nodded.

“That’s so cool!” You smiled making him smile as well, “So you’re the next All Might, well Deku.” You said correcting yourself on his hero’s name. He smiled and you spent the rest of the day talking about his quirk and what All Might is like. When Izuku had to leave because All Might had to talk to him you both bid your goodbyes. By then your parents came back and you all had dinner before you each went off to bed. When you woke up you looked over at your clock and saw it was around 2 in the afternoon, you went to the bathroom and fixed yourself up, and changing into some clothes finding a top that covers most of your scars. Izuku said you guys would be going out to talk more about All Might and show you how his quirk works. You looked in the mirror staring at the scars peeking through your shirt, you grabbed some of the extra bandages and covered the ones around your neck. The scars on your neck were covered by either your shirt or the bandages, however, the scar on your face was visible.

“It’s the best they could do” You reminded yourself. You made your way outside your room calling out to your parents.

“Hey, I’m heading out to see Izuku is that fine.” You trail off seeing sitting on your couch was All Might who had a sling and Mr. Aizawa.

“Y/n, honey can you sit down.” Your mom leads you to the couch opposite them. No one really says anything for a bit.

“Um so because of the event that has transpired in the past few weeks, Principal Nezu is asking for permission of changing U.A. into a boarding school. So Y/n and the other students will be completely watched over and will be staying there for the weeks there and will be able to visit for breaks.” Mr. Aizawa explains looking at your parents as they seem to be having a conversation with talking. Those weird couple thing.

“You can’t promise me that she will be safe, these villains have attacked U.A. multiple times already what is different now that they are all together.” Your father said making you look down, he was right the U.S.J, The Hosu Incident, Training Camp, and now what has happened in Kamino.

“I can’t make promises but U.A. will do everything in its power to keep the students safe.” Mr. Aizawa. Your father nodded grabbing your mother’s hand

“You have to keep her safe. My heart can’t take it if she gets hurt again.” Your mother said looking at Mr. Aizawa and he nodded

“I’ll protect her with my life.” He promises giving her a nod. Both your mom and dad look at you before back at All Might and Mr. Aizawa

“We give you our consent for Y/n.” Your father said You stand up and pull them into a hug.

“I promise I’ll be good no fights just school and training that’s it.” You grabbed their hands. They gave you a smile pulling away from the hug.

“If we may can we speak with Y/n alone?” All Might asked. Your parents looked at you and you nodded telling them you would be fine. They gave you a kiss before leaving the living room.

“With you boarding at U.A., there is something we still need to talk about. What happened at the press conference we need to know exactly what happened.” Mr. Aizawa stated.

You looked down at your hands “God that was what one..two...years ago I didn’t think it would all come back. Um, well my family had arrived in Paris when traveling.”

Flashback

“We are only here for a few days Y/n so don’t go running off again.” Your mother called out when you got off the car looking around at the people walking around and the building

“That was one time in Italy.” You smiled fixing your coat.

“You know the rules sweetheart stay close to the hotel, try not to buy that much stuff we still have more places, and be back by 5 tonight.” Your dad listed rules which you had memorized by now.

“I know I know can I go.” You were bouncing in excitement. They laugh and nodded. You ran up to them and gave them each a hug

“Thank You!” You smiled grabbing your bag that was on your suitcase and made your way. You had visited most of the highlights, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, you had stopped to buy little trinkets for when you get home. When you passed by a gift shop laughed when you saw was in the window, you went inside and grabbed the tiny All Might who had a beret and holding a baguette, you grabbed a postcard that was the Eiffel Tower and went to pay. You ended up finding a Postal Office and went inside, you wrote on the postcard.

‘I think All Might is better French, can’t wait to see you when I come back’

-Y/n

You paid for the shipment to Izuku Midoriya your cousin, and made your back out to continuing exploring. By the time you had finished exploring it was around 4:30 and you bought some food and walked through the streets heading back to the hotel. There was music playing and people drinking and having fun around the small street you were on. As the streets got more quieter there was a person who would occasionally walk past you or away from you. You were about to turn onto the street that your hotel was on when you heard a scream that made you turn around. You froze thinking you were mistaken until you heard it again and you went rushing towards it, in one of the alleys there was a woman being grabbed by some man.

“Hey!” You yelled getting the attention of them both,

“Back off kid,” The man hissed, with him distracted the lady was able to stomp on his foot and running off. She was already down the block by the time he stopped grabbing his foot.

“You bitch, I’m gonna kill you.” He pulls out a knife and rushes towards you and you’re able to dodge his slash but he grabs your bag which made you fall back onto the ground.

He went to kick you but you rolled over getting to your feet quickly as he tried to slam his knife into the ground, and he got it caught in the street cobble. You kick the knife away and while you’re close to him he grabs you by the leg and pulls you down onto the ground, he straddles you slamming your head against the street making you dizzy. You thrashed your legs around trying to buck him off and his hands grabbed your neck and started choking you. You try to scream but are struggling to breathe, you scratch at his face trying to get him to let go of you. He slams your head onto the ground making blacks spots appear in your vision.

This is how you die in some alleyway in Paris, trying to be the hero. Whatever flight or fight response kicked in your eyes glowed red and a burst of energy and he flying back. He flew back and hit a pole and a crack goes through the air and the man falls down, dead before he hit the ground. The last thing you hear before passing out was a woman’s voice and sirens and then darkness.

End Flashback

“When I woke up in the hospital the police told me they had found me knocked out and him dead. My parents had to cut the trip short and we headed back here where I took the rest of my school online until I was accepted here. Even though it was in self-defense my parents didn’t want this to affect my career in becoming a Pro. So they had the court remove it from reports and anything involving me. But somehow those bastards found out and now everyone knows.” You finished explaining looking down at your hands.

“None of that was your fault.” All Might said making you look up. “You saved that woman’s life and your own. Whatever the public says doesn’t account for the facts.” He tried to reassure you

“I promised myself I would never go Plus Ultra on my powers.” You explained looking at the scrapes still on your hands from Kamino,

“But you pushed me, and they saw. I’m not blaming you for what happened,” You tried not to put the blame on Mr. Aizawa, “They are dangerous...I can’t control it and we here now with everything.” You sighed looking out the window at the life outside.

All Might nodded giving you a sad smile “I’m sorry for everything that happened.” They both stood up and you stood as well. All Might bows and heads towards the door saying his goodbyes to your parents. Mr. Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You just need time and training. I’m glad you and Bakugo are safe.” You nodded and he bowed and left the room.

It had been a few days since U.A. went to the classes and became a boarding school, you had packed up most of your belongings and sent them to the school leaving the bare minimum for when you visited.

”Hurry up sweetie can’t late on your first day back!” Your mom yelled

“One sec!” You yelled back you looked back at the mirror you had your school uniform on which didn’t help at all with your scars, you had the bandages covering your next as they were the worse injury while the scar on your face didn’t need it. Smoothing out your blazer you made your way to the car.

You had to pull yourself out of your mom’s smothering as you were on the campus.

“I promise I’ll call. I’ll see you next weekend.” You waved them goodbye as they drove off. You turned back to the campus and made your way to the designated dorm for each class.

#mha x y/n #mha quirks #my hero x reader #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x midoriya!reader #bakugou x reader #katusuki bakugo x midoriya!reader #bakugo x midoriya!reader #izuku x cousin!reader

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eleanor-devil · 3 years

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Boruto: Sacrifices [Remade] | Chap.5 - Mitsuki's Decision

Written by: Eleanor-Devil & @mirage-05

He was making a lot of noise in the early morning, but he didn't care. Ever since Sarada called him the other night and told him that Mitsuki, his best friend... was being mistreated, he couldn't sit still. It took him a great deal of self-control to wait until the morning, when they decided to meet. So, by any right, if he was waking up some people and they were complaining about it, he wasn't about to give them a rat's ass. “Boruto…” Sarada was practically running to keep up with her friend. It wasn’t exactly rare to see Boruto getting worked up about something, but he was really pissed off now. “Just try to calm down for a bit…” “How can I calm down?!” was his answer as he didn’t even break his pace. “How come he didn’t tell me he was being harassed?!” Sarada had no words to offer to that… She hadn’t seen anything other than the graffitis on the door but she had spoken to Shikadai… “Well, let’s see what he has to s-” The Uzumaki’s words were cut in half as they reached his friend’s door. Eyes huge in disbelief, he took them all in, one by one, getting more and more terrified and outraged the more he looked at them. These were not just simple harassments - they were threats, and pretty horrible ones at that…

“What the hell…?” he mumbled, raising a hand to touch one of the drawings. Then he turned to Sarada, the look of shock still in place. “W-wait, did you also know about these…?” “W-well, I…” And then they heard a click, and they were suddenly face to face with Mitsuki. The blue haired boy took a look at his expression, and sighed. “Boruto…” “When were you going to tell me?!” the blond practically spat out of gritted teeth. “Tell you what?” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Boruto yelled, banging his fist on the door, and Mitsuki flinched a little. “I’m talking about these graffitis Mitsuki!” “Oh…” the boy mused, giving the said graffitis a fleeting look. “Oh? Oh?! That’s all you have to say?!” “Boruto please…” Sarada glanced awkwardly around. “You really should keep your voice down…” “I would have if Mitsuki told me about this earlier!” The blue haired boy sighed again. “Boruto, I didn’t want to worry you about this. I wouldn’t have told Sarada either but she saw it… I didn’t want to worry either of you.” "How can I not worry when my best friend is being harassed?!" Boruto yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why are they even doing it, huh?! But you know what?!" The blond took his cell phone out. "Boruto, that's not nec-" "Shut the hell up." At that time, a neighboring door opened and a groggy-looking man popped his head out. "Hey, brats, keep it down, will you?" "And you just shut up, too, okay?!" Sarada turned an apologetic look to the man, who just silently slid back into his apartment. Boruto took a few photos of the door. "There. My dad is going to hear about this." "Boruto..." the Uchiha began. "I can't believe you didn't tell me about this! What if you got seriously hurt?! I thought we were friends!!" At these words, the blue haired boy couldn’t help it. "We are. That's the reason I didn't tell you." "Because you didn't want to worry me?!" Boruto scoffed, and actually took a step to his friend. "Bullshit!" At that, the girl finally stepped in front of him, putting her hands on his shoulders and actually pushing him back a little. "Boruto, please!" she said urgently. "Calm down before you say or do something you will regret!" And just like that, Boruto's furiosity vanished on the spot, leaving behind only remnants of resentment. The last time he had almost... lost his father. He didn't want anything like that to happen - ever again. He gulped and stepped away from Sarada, his eyes on his best friend. "...fine. But don't think that this matter is over. My dad will know of this." Sarada sighed, a little relieved that the storm had passed. "Okay, um... let's get going, shall we?" … She had really, really hoped the day would proceed without any unpleasant incidents - but of course, in the current situation, it was too much to ask. They haven't even reached the outskirts of the village yet. Boruto was still seething and Mitsuki was quiet, but Sarada was on the lookout, just in case. And then she heard a rustle, quick footsteps and her instincts took over. "Boruto!" she called to her friend as she quickly stepped in front of Mitsuki, activating her Sharingan, as he turned at her voice. The blond had acted very quickly indeed, their months of team-work had really paid off. Before the person Sarada felt a minute ago could do anything, he was by his side, grabbing his wrist. The girl felt sad when she saw the boy couldn't be older than eight years old. "Just what do you think you are doing?!" Boruto asked through gritted teeth. "Throwing..." he looked at the squished red blob on the ground and raised an eyebrow. "Tomatoes? Seriously?" "We don't want him here." the child said stubbornly, nodding towards Mitsuki. "He's making everyone restless. My mom and dad had not stopped arguing since yesterday!" The blond's look got darker. "Well, it's not my friend's fault if your parents are dumb." "Guys, drop it, he's just a kid..." Mitsuki began, but Boruto wasn't about to listen. "You land anything on him, and you.are.dead.meat." he hissed dangerously, inching his face closer to the boy. "What the hell is going on here?" An older boy has stepped out from the corner of a building, a menacing look on his face. "Who do you think you are, bullying my brother like that, you little piece of..." As Boruto turned towards him slowly, seething with anger, the boy came to a halt. "Wrong," the boy said, and the elder boy actually took a step back. "The question is, who do YOU think you are, messing with my best friend?!" It took the boy a moment, but he finally snapped out of it and hurried forward, taking his younger brother by his shoulders. "Fumio, what did I tell you? Do not mess with that snake while the Hokage's son is with him! Now we're going to get in trouble!" "Stay away from him if you know what is best for you!" Boruto yelled at them as the brothers scampered away. After they were out of sight, he turned to look at his friends. Sarada deactivated her Sharingan with a sigh. Mitsuki wasn't looking at him, his eyes on the ground. "This is not your fault!" he said fervently, bothered by how Mitsuki wasn't even meeting his eyes. "They need to know that in Konoha you can't bully someone because of his origins! No one will allow it!" The blue haired boy sighed. "Boruto, just please... let's move on." "No! Not until you stop letting these stupid people get to you!" "I can't give you a promise I can't keep." Mitsuki said curtly before turning on his heels and started walking again. Boruto and Sarada looked at each other for a brief second before they started following him. ... The walk to the orphanage had been no different. Noone bothered them this time, at least not verbally, but every now and then they found at least a pair of unfriendly eyes peeking at them from around a corner. It came to the point where Boruto had it and turned to snap at one of those; "What are you looking at?!" But they never stayed long when they saw the Hokage's son was with them. They were now just a few blocks away from the main building. Not knowing what they should be expecting, because they never got to come to the orphanage after the attack, Sarada felt her pulse quickening as they approached. All three of them came to a halt when the campus came into view. The news never covered much, and although they knew it was bad, they had no idea of the scope. The whole front of the building was in ruins, seemingly blown apart by an enormous force. Pieces of rubble laid everywhere, and there were stains on them... dark stains... Stains that reminded all of them terribly of... Dried blood... As if he was in a trance, Mitsuki took a step forward, stopped for a moment, and then kept walking. Boruto, snapping out of his shock, noticed him. "Mitsuki - wait, don’t just walk inside like that!" The boy was aware that someone was calling for him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. This much pain... Why...? Someone grabbing his arm finally made him come to a stop, and he turned to see Sarada, with a worried expression on her face. "Don't rush inside!" she said. Mitsuki opened his mouth to say something, but someone cut him off before he got a word out. "Oh hey, it's you guys!" All of them looked up to see Inojin, Shikadai and Chouchou coming out of the building, their arms full of rubble and other things. "Yo, what's up?" Chouchou said nonchalantly, approaching them. "I thought you guys weren't supposed to be here?" "Not... supposed to be here?" Mitsuki mumbled, not quite understanding. "What she meant to say was, we didn't know you were also assigned here," Inojin immediately interjected before his friend said anything else. "We didn't come here on an assignment," Boruto sighed, coming up from behind his friends. "We just wanted to, uh..." "See how the renovations were coming up," Sarada finished helpfully. "Well, they are coming up pretty troublesome," Shikadai said with a bored expression. "At least the director is a pretty nice guy - even after all this..." Mitsuki's eyes widened. "Wait... Is Kabuto-san here?" "Of course," Shikadai raised an eyebrow. "Where else?" The blue haired boy then turned to his friends. "I need to talk to him." "Cool, I'm coming with you." "Boruto," Mitsuki sighed. "I'm gonna talk to him alone." "I can wait outside." Mitsuki looked at Shikadai with a bored expression. "Please... do stop him if he comes after me." ... He found Kabuto-san in one of the back rooms, one of the few rooms that didn't sustain a lot of damage. The man looked up when Mitsuki entered. "Oh, Mitsuki..." he said. "I didn't expect to see you." "I just wanted to see all of this myself." Kabuto sighed, and they both stayed silent for a while. "Why...?" "Hm?" Kabuto turned to the boy, questions in his eyes. Mitsuki was gazing out of the doorway with a distant look in his eyes, and it wasn't too hard for the older man to understand where the boy's mind was. "You are one of the few people who knows my father like the back of his hand. Why? Why would my father do this? For what motive?" "I'm afraid I don't have an answer for that question. The truth is that Orochimaru always has a reason behind his actions..." "Exactly." the boy turned to the man, grasping for some answers. "So why would he attack innocent children? Not just the Shin clones, but other children, too." The man put a hand on the boy's arm, and his tone was gentle as he spoke. "Mitsuki, I understand that it's hard for you to handle it and I wouldn't believe it, either... But I saw your father's curse mark on that man with my own eyes." The boy didn't know what to say to that, and he lowered his eyes to the ground. Kabuto-san looked at him carefully. "Anyone bothering you?" he asked, quickly assessing the situation. Mitsuki gave a small smile as he thought about his friends. "Nothing I can't handle. And I have some very good friends." "I'm glad to hear that." Mitsuki kept looking around, his gaze taking a serious quality once again as he took in the damage, people rushing around... "Kabuto-san..." he said after a minute. "How did you become a medic?" "Where did that come from?" the older man asked, totally confused. "Just wondering... And how did you become a director at this orphanage?" Kabuto thought about it for a second. "They are actually connected." "Connected? How?" "You know... I was orphaned in the Third Ninja World War. Konoha took me in and in this orphanage, I was raised by a woman who taught me about medical ninjutsu. I guess you can say that I wanted to do what she did to me... To raise children in a family environment, to heal their wounds in one way or another..." He sighed and looked away. "It's too sad it didn't work out that way... I guess your past never really leaves you." They didn't say anything more as Mitsuki thought bitterly how true those words were... ... His mind was in overdrive when he was making his way back to his friends. Working to save, heal people... That seemed like a noble cause. Frankly, before he came here, even when he started his way as a ninja, he didn't have a clue of what will become of him in the future. He remembered it like it was yesterday, the day they met their sensei and Konohamaru asked what his future dream was. He had simply smiled and said that he wanted to become as great a ninja as his father, maybe even surpassing him one day. He wanted, no, needed so badly to make Orochimaru proud of him. He didn't know if this path he was about to choose would make him proud or not... But working to heal the wounds his father might or might not have caused, well... That seemed like a noble cause, too. Now if his sensei asked him just about this moment, he would say that he wanted to become a med-nin. He didn't know yet who he could be trained under to pursue this goal. Hopefully... not even all of the adults were against him? Naturally, the first person to come to mind was Kabuto, an uncle to him in more than one way. But he already had so much on his plate to take in a pupil. Of course the most famous med-nin in Konoha was Sarada's mother, or the Fifth Hokage, but Mitsuki wasn't exactly sure how he could approach them. Well... there was always Karin as his back-up plan, but... An unpleasant tingling was triggered in his chest just thinking about it. That would mean he would also have to leave his friends behind, and he... really didn't want that. Boruto and Sarada... The first real family he had in Konoha… He wasn't really paying attention, lost too much in his own thoughts. "What the hell do you think you are doing here?" Many things happened all at once that Mitsuki couldn't really find the time to react. When he turned back, he saw someone running towards him with a hateful expression, but before he could come too close, someone stopped him by throwing himself on that person. Metal Lee raised his head to look at him, and his eyes widened. "Mitsuki, watch out!" The blue haired boy turned just in time to dodge a punch aimed right at his face. "Asahi, Fuuto, help us!" Metal called. But no one helped him and Mitsuki actually had to grab the assailant's fist the next time. "I don't want to fight you." he declared in a calm tone. "Too bad, because I'm about to turn you to a pulp! How dare you even show your face here?!" Then the boy came to a sudden stop and the younger let go of his hand. "Two on one? You really are looking for trouble, aren't you?" Just by the manner of his speech, Mitsuki was quick to understand how the attacker had been stopped. "I'll show you who's gonna turn into a pulp!" "Boruto, no!" the boy yelled when he saw his best friend charging, but Shikadai acted before him. "Sheesh, hold your horses, won't you?" "Shikadai..." Boruto, who had also been stopped dead, growled through his teeth, clearly pissed off. "You better let me go. I really don't want to take this out on you." "Not before you calm down, no." "How can you even expect me to calm down?!" the blond yelled. "These two were just about to attack my best friend!" "Boruto, just calm down..." Mitsuki sighed, already getting tired of this. "How can you even call that thing your friend?" one of the other boys asked, and everyone tensed. "You better watch out what you're saying..." said Sarada, at the end of her patience. "It's way better than hanging out with the likes of you!" Boruto yelled at them, trying hard to get out of the shadow mimic technique. "Well, seeing that we outnumber you by at least a third, I would advise you to back down - unless you want us to get really mad." Inojin put in, all with a sweet but dangerous smile. The two thought about it for a second. "We will be back." they said, throwing dirty looks at the blue haired boy. "To get your asses handed to you? Anytime!" Boruto countered. As the two ran away, Metal looked at his teammates. "Why didn't you guys help us out back then?" The girl didn't say anything, but after a second of hesitation, Fuuto spoke. "Why... did you help?" he asked, and his tone was confused; not accusing, not degrading; just curious. "Seriously?" Metal asked unbelievably. "You really think I would just stand aside and let a friend - anyone - get bullied right in front of me?! We were taught better than that!" "Don't bother, Metal," Boruto said, a little ruder than he normally would. "Thank you for your help, anyway." ... The way back had been awfully quiet. They had stopped by a fast-food restaurant to have lunch on their way back, but the glares never ceased, even with Boruto glaring right back at those. They were almost at Mitsuki's house when it happened again. "You still here in this village, you snake?" Boruto tensed and turned back, his hands balling into fists. "You have any problems with your eyesight?" he growled at the group that gathered behind them, especially to Sarutobi Ichiro, who had just spoken. "I can't see any snakes here but you, waiting to strike, hidden behind corners!" "You know, you are overly confident, being the hokage's son and all... But we're gonna make our voices heard, too. He can't be hidden, protected under your wings for too long." "Try me..." Boruto hissed, shaking with anger. "Boruto, don't..." Sarada began. "And why do you protect him, anyway? Do you really think he would do the same for you if this situation was reversed?" one of the other kids shouted. "Don't... play... with fire...!" "Oh yeah? Well let me tell you one thing, not all of us agree with daddy dearest!" Mitsuki was having a hard time processing his emotions regarding this - did they really think that low of him? Why was it harder to just ignore this, tell himself this didn’t matter anyway, like so many other times before? He snapped back to the moment when he saw Boruto hurrying forward, and grabbed his arm in a fruitless attempt. "Let it go, Boruto." "Well, too bad for you that my 'daddy dearest' is the hokage, and you have to follow his orders!" "Well, you see... things can change, and then we will have our say!" "Boruto!" Mitsuki yelled, but it was too late. Already too agitated, Boruto freed his arm from his best friend with an angry yell, and actually charged the group before Sarada or Mitsuki could react properly. He had aimed for Ichiro, and as the two actually tumbled to the ground with Boruto's momentum, the other kids stood back a little, clearly indecisive about whether or not getting in a fight with the Hokage's son is a good idea. But they did hold back Mitsuki and Sarada when they rushed to help their friend. The fight didn't last for too long, really, but for the two, it seemed to drag on as they watched, helpless. Boruto and the older boy traded punches and kicks, none of them seemingly stronger than the other. It was after one particularly hard punch which left a cut over Boruto's eyebrow that Sarada finally snapped. "You little..." she growled through gritted teeth, and felt her chakra growing in her hand as she pushed away those who were holding her back. "Shannaro!" When she hit the ground with her fist, all the other children were thrown back by the force, including the one the blond had been fighting. Mitsuki was there to catch his friend. "Now run away before I get really angry!" Sarada yelled at the group, who didn't stay long after that. Boruto got up, wiping some blood that was making its way to his eye. "Come on, we're going to my dad's office NOW." "We should check on that wound first..." Sarada countered. "It's just a little blood, I'm fine. Come on..." Mitsuki had remained silent for a while, but he shook his head when he heard this. "No, I... I need to be alone." "I'm not gonna leave you alone anywhere, 'ttebasa, so you better move it!" the blond snapped at his friend. But that was too much. He had let his best friend get hurt over him... This wasn’t what a friend was supposed to be, was it? How could he hope to help people even when he couldn’t protect his own friend...? Maybe it was because this was the first time he saw this haunted and sad look in his friend's eyes… but it surely took the blond by surprise. Boruto's frown started to soften, actually turning into a look of worry. "You're not safe around me anymore..." Mitsuki mumbled, the slight cracking in his voice the only give off in his otherwise perfect facade. "I'll... I'll just stay at home, I promise..." "Mitsuki stop this, it's just a little blood, I'm not dying here..." the blond tried to reason, but the younger didn't look back as he rushed inside. "Shit..." Boruto mumbled and him and Sarada followed their friend inside. Mitsuki was quicker - he opened his door and slid inside before his friends made it. Boruto reached the door first and knocked it normally. "Mitsuki! Come on, this is nothing, and it certainly isn't your fault! We have to report this to my dad!" When there was no reply, Boruto banged his fist on the door. "Dammit, stop doing this! You can't just stay down because idiotic people make idiotic remarks about you! Come out so we can talk about it!" "Boruto..." Sarada put her hand on his arm. "Let's just leave him for the day." "What? Are you out of your mind?" "I... I think he needs it. We have training tomorrow, we can talk to him then." It was pretty obvious that the boy didn't like this, but he finally sighed and nodded. ... Mitsuki had been behind the door all the time, listening to his friends. When he heard them walking away, he slowly slid against the door, bringing his knees closer to him. His presence... was no longer wanted, nor needed in Konoha, that much was pretty clear. But his friend getting injured for that... He felt something wetting his cheeks and raised his hand to check. He stared at the tear on his fingertip for a moment, mesmerized. So that was… how crying felt like then? A let out of emotions, emotions that were too foreign and… simply too much for him. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. This was not the time to show weakness. He had other things to do. ... A knock brought Naruto back from his thoughts. "Come in." A ninja peeked in. "Lord seventh, your son is..." Before he could finish his sentence, the said son pushed his way through the man, tailed by Sarada. "Dad, we need to talk." "Boruto, how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me da..." Naruto did a double take when he got a closer look at his son's face. "What the hell happened to you?!" The blond sighed, trying not to roll his eyes. "For the last time, I'm not bleeding to death." "You should go check with the clinic immediately..." Naruto began. "Stuff it, dad, this is not about me!" Boruto snapped. "Do you even know what's been going on??" "About what...?" "Mitsuki! My best friend is being threatened and harassed all day! Look at this!" When his son shoved his phone under his nose, the hokage's eyes widened for a second, then he snatched the phone from Boruto and took a look at the other pictures as well, his expression growing darker with each one. "When did this start?" he asked finally, looking up at the two. "Yesterday," Sarada replied. "It just started as verbal assaults first, but then those graffitis and people attacking him today..." "Attacking?" Naruto felt his anger boiling. He was actually planning to send someone, maybe Konohamaru as he was their sensei, to check on the boy, but... this was taking it too far. "He didn't even do anything! He kept telling all those morons he didn't want to fight! Why are they doing this?!" Naruto sighed. "I should've known this." "Dad?" Boruto asked, his tone shocked. This wasn't the reaction he expected. "Some of the villagers... They are not very happy with my decision of letting Mitsuki stay in Konoha." "Wha... what...?" Boruto asked blankly, not even knowing what the hokage's words meant. "Where... where else is he supposed to live?" "They wanted me to exile him." Naruto said openly, looking at the two right in the eyes. Boruto and Sarada were so appalled that they couldn't say anything for a while. "Why...?" Sarada mumbled at last, her voice weak. “Is it because… what was discussed in the meeting…?” “What are you talking about?” the younger blond was looking at his friend incredulously. Naruto simply nodded at Sarada before explaining further. "Because he is the son of a villain this village is not about to forget anytime soon." He was playing all cards on the table. Being his teammates and close friends, they needed to know. "But that is no reason!" Boruto shot back, snapping out of his shock. "No two people are ever the same! Dad, you can't-" "Of course not." Naruto cut in seriously, and his tone made his son go quiet. "He belongs in Konoha, a member of our family. I'm not going to give up on him." The two just stared up at him in awe. The man's expression softened a little. "I am going to deal with this, make sure anyone who is involved gets punished. Now, please go check with the clinic and leave the rest to me." Boruto gulped and nodded. "Thank you dad." ... The two were quiet as they walked out of the Hokage’s office. Sarada wanted to say something to cheer Boruto up, but if she was being honest… she didn’t feel like she would do much, she herself had a heavy heart. Feeling the blond coming to a halt, Sarada followed his gaze, and felt another pang in her chest. “Konohamaru-sensei…” she mumbled. It seemed like the jounin wasn’t even aware of them, not until the girl spoke anyway. Blinking in focus, he gave them a small smile that didn’t really reach his eyes. “Hey, you two. What are you doing out at this hour?” “Well, we-” Sarada started to say, but Boruto cut her in. “Konohamaru-nii-chan…” he started, catching the brunet off-guard - it had been some time since Boruto addressed him like that… And more so, the look in his eyes… it was sad, as sad as his voice, but also… disappointed somehow. “Let me just ask you one thing.” “What is it, Boruto?” It was true that he was out of it for the last couple of days, which he was coming to the realization and slowly coming out of it… he should as well start by paying closer attention to his team. “Was that… the reason you’ve been so distant with Mitsuki…?” And Konohamaru just blanked out for a moment, staring blankly at the pre-teens. “I… what are you talking about…?” “You barely talk to him and then yesterday, at the training… Konohamaru-nii-chan… are you blaming him too…?” The words were more like a slap on his face. The jounin had to keep his poker face, but it was hard… He… wasn’t even aware… “I… don’t blame him for anything, Boruto.” he said with a sigh, passing a hand through his face. “And I didn’t intend to be especially distant towards him… You three are all equal and important to me.” Boruto’s eyes softened a little at the sincerity in his words, but his expression was still very serious. “Well, you might wanna look at it from Mitsuki’s side. You might’ve come off as just the opposite, nii-chan…” “He had been through a lot, sensei,” Sarada put in, looking down with a sad expression. “There are a lot of villagers who want him gone… and they’re not being quiet about it…” “That’s an understatement!” Boruto almost yelled, he had been pushed way off his limit of tolerance today… and Konohamaru finally realized the cut above his eyebrow, making him frown a little. “They’d been harassing him, and now even with the attacks…” “I heard enough.” the jounin said, raising a hand… his stomach had become quite queasy. Just how much had he missed, god… he was feeling really lousy now. Yes, he had to do something to make this up… and quickly. “Don’t worry… I’m gonna talk to Mitsuki now.” That brought a smile to Boruto and Sarada’s faces. “Thank you, Konohamaru-nii-chan.” … “For the last time,” Mitsuki sighed as he looked at his two companions, his expression exasperated. “I didn’t summon you here to scare Mikazuki, Isis.” The scene would’ve been funny really, if it wasn’t for the fact that the kitten was so scared that he had been meowing non-stop… while Mitsuki’s summon, Isis, was hissing at him. At his words, though, the snake turned to shoot him a resentful look. “It wasn’t my fault, Mitsuki-sama!” “Neither was it his,” the blue haired boy explained calmly. “He is just a small kitten, he doesn’t know better.” And Isis was territorial, so she didn’t take it well that Mikazuki tried to paw at her swishing tail the moment she appeared. Striding forward, Mitsuki took the distressed kitten in his arms, before he alerted the whole apartment complex. So much for secrecy… “Listen Isis, I need to ask you a favor.” Isis decided to quit her hissing fit, although her eyes were still on Mikazuki. “What can I do for you?” “I want you to go to my father," Mitsuki replied clearly. "Tell him to meet me outside of Konoha's eastern border, to the end of the river." He couldn't have been more vague if he tried, something that Isis noticed herself. "If you need his help on a mission, you have to give him a more specific address." "No, I..." Mitsuki let out his breath and closed his eyes. "I'm leaving." "Not on a mission, no? Why then?" "I don't belong here anymore." There was a moment of silence. "Mitsuki-sama..." Isis began, her thin pupils regarding him carefully. "You do know you shouldn't satisfy anyone's needs by leaving..." "I'm not leaving to make anyone happy," the boy countered. "I am leaving to protect my friends. I should have never gotten them involved." The snake coiled around silently, deciding not to push forward. "When are you leaving?" Mitsuki checked his clock, and did a double take. Time really flew by. It was already nine pm. "In about two hours." "Got it." Opening his window, the boy watched as the snake slid out. And then a knock almost made him jump out of his skin. Calming down, he made his way to the door. Who could be visiting at this hour? He hoped it wasn’t his friends… not that his intentions were too visible - he didn’t have many things to pack after all - but it would just make things harder. It didn’t really help much that it was his sensei at the door. “Konohamaru-sensei…” he said simply in greeting, while Mikazuki meowed in unison. A small smile crossed his face as the brunet looked between the two of them. “Good evening, Mitsuki. Mind if I come in?” “Um… yeah, sure.” He stepped aside to let the jounin in. Konohamaru patted Mikazuki on the head, earning himself a purr from the now slightly calmed down kitten. As he walked in further, the brunet came to a halt. “Sorry it isn’t too much…” “Not at all…” It was more so the fact that… Mitsuki didn’t seem to have any personal belongings… pretty much the only sign of someone living here was the kitten in his student’s arms and the items all around the small apartment to take care of it. True, he hadn’t been to Mitsuki’s house before, but this wasn’t something he expected… “Umm… you can sit on the bed sensei…” It was kind of awkward for Mitsuki, he didn’t really have much accommodations to begin with. His sensei didn’t comment on it though, as he took his advice. For a moment neither of them spoke, although Mitsuki couldn’t help but make a mental calculation… he really didn’t have a lot of time to finish all he had to do and still make it in time… He could just hope his sensei would keep it quick. Although, well… Konohamaru seemed to be a little awkward now. “I see you’re taking good care of the kitten.” the young man said at last. The look in the boy’s eyes softened a little as he scratched Mikazuki behind the ears. “He has grown so much into me… I didn’t know how boring it could get before we started sharing this apartment.” “It seems that the feeling is mutual.” the jounin’s voice was gentle. “Yeah.” A thoughtful look crossed his eyes. “I… now I can’t imagine a life without him.” It wasn’t exactly easy to say that with a straight face, thinking about how he had to indeed leave Mikazuki behind, he couldn’t just take him to the hideout. “Here is to hope that it won’t ever come to that.” When his student raised his head to look at him with questions in his eyes, Konohamaru sighed. “Well, in truth… I think I’ve stalled this long enough.” “What is it that you want to talk about, sensei?” the boy asked quietly. “Look kiddo…” It had been a while since he addressed him like that, Mitsuki realized with a start. “I owe you an apology…” “What for?” Mitsuki asked, perplexed, and Konohamaru only sighed again. “The last few days had been… challenging on my part… And while I know this doesn’t justify my actions…” He paused for a moment before looking at his student directly in the eyes. “I just didn’t realize I probably came off as distant and… cold…” The boy didn’t know what to say for a moment. “Konohamaru-sensei…” The jounin raised a hand to stop him. “Please, just let me finish. It wasn’t my intention to make any of you feel sad. I care for each of you equally. And, well…” the look in his eyes turned pensive as he bowed his head. “I didn’t expect things to get so… out of hand so quickly…” he looked at Mitsuki again. “Why didn’t you say anything…? I heard from your teammates about the attacks and those… graffitis…” Yes, those drawings really didn’t help his mood. Mitsuki didn’t say anything for a moment, wondering how best he should reply… Their sensei was known to read them like clear water… “I… didn’t want to worry you sensei. You already have a lot on your plate.” Konohamaru’s gaze turned soft at these words. This boy… he was always so selfless, thinking about others before himself… sometimes it was just too much. “Mitsuki… there are times you should allow yourself to be protected as well.” And just like that, Mitsuki felt a slight lump in his throat. After what he had been through these last couple of days, these words, and the fact that it was coming from his sensei, just… touched him… almost enough to make him reconsider leaving the village… but no, not after what had happened… not after his best friend got hurt because of him… Petting Mikazuki to calm himself down a little and keep his stoic face, he finally said, “If these get any worse, I’ll report to you immediately.” “I’d appreciate that… although with Hokage-sama on the case, I doubt it will get any further.” The jounin got up on his feet and took the necessary couple of steps to approach him. Mitsuki was even more surprised when Konohamaru pulled him in for a tight hug. “We are and will always be here for you kiddo… Don’t ever forget that.” The boy had to blink a couple of times to make sure his eyes stayed dry. “Thank you, sensei.” The jounin patted him on the shoulder when they broke the hug. “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow in the training.” He was just about to walk out of the door when the boy’s voice stopped him again. “Sensei?” The young man turned to him, question marks in his eyes. “Yeah?” There was a small, soft smile on Mitsuki’s face, one that… almost made Konohamaru feel a little… restless. “You should really make peace with Lady Hanabi.” Konohamaru was so taken aback that he just stared at his student for a moment. How could he think about such a thing with what he had been through…? “Yeah, well… we will see about that.” he mumbled for lack of a better reply before blending into the darkening evening. Why did Mitsuki’s last words feel almost… like a farewell…? … Even with his mind set, Mitsuki couldn't help but feel empty walking away from the place he called home for a year. Each step he took felt like a ton, and his mind was fogged by all the good memories. At least Mikazuki had stopped meowing, so he was hoping he wasn’t drawing much attention. "Hey, guess who's back, loser." 'Not again,' the boy thought, already too tired as he raised his head. This time, there was a bigger group of kids from various ages gathered in front of him. He realized that it was a hit-list of all those who already made their opinions about him heard - the boys from the orphanage, the Sarutobi kid, even those from yesterday. "Let me pass." he said calmly. "I have no intention to fight." "Why not? Do you only attack those who can't even defend themselves, you coward?" The blue haired boy sighed. "Let me pass." he repeated as he put the kitten’s cage on the ground. They would probably do so without a question if they knew what he was about to do. "No, you know what, come on. I dare you to attack us." The boy who tried to punch him in the orphanage came in front of him pretty quickly and shoved him. Mitsuki staggered back one step, but stood his ground. And he didn't do anything, not even raise his fists in a defense position. He just let it happen. "What's the matter? Go on, defend yourself." Another shove. "Afraid to go up against a large group? Afraid we would beat you?" Some of the other kids, mostly younger than him, the boy noticed, started cheering for the older boys. Still, he chose to do nothing. "We are not gonna let snakes spread their venom in Konoha!" "Enough." With the calm voice intervening, the children came to a stop, turning around to look at... Kakashi Hatake, the Sixth Hokage. "What do you think you are doing?" the older man asked, eyebrows furrowed. "At least ten on one?" All of the children around the boy took a step back, and one of them actually grumbled, "We were just talking." "Is that so? Well, be sure that your little 'talk' will be notified to Lord Seventh." As the kids ran away, Kakashi turned to look at Mitsuki, a little bothered by the fact that... The kid really didn't do anything... Anything at all in response, he just stood there. "You alright?" he asked, worry coating his tone. He just nodded. "Yup, I'm fine." "Where are you headed to at this hour? It's..." Kakashi checked his watch. It was almost ten pm. "Getting late." The boy didn't look at him. "I was actually headed to Lord Seventh's office..." Something that never occurred to him before then clicked on his mind. "If he is there...?" "He is," the former Hokage said, carefully gazing at the boy. "Let me escort you there then." ... Naruto had gained the habit of looking at his phone every few minutes in the last couple of hours. He had given Konohamaru two days to come back with his report, he wanted him to gather every possible lead he could trace back... But he still sat on edge, just waiting for a call... A soft knock on the door made him snap out of it. "Come in," he said, having a brief moment of dejavu of the late afternoon. He was surprised to see Mitsuki making his way into the room. "Good evening, Lord Seventh." the boy said, politely formal. "Good evening, Mitsuki," he said, and then gave the boy a warm smile. "What can I do for you?" He didn't know what brought him here at this hour, but then he thought that he might want to report the ongoing harassment on his own account, which made him feel glad. The boy came to a stop a little while away from his desk, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Naruto just waited for him to take the first step. "I am sorry." "Huh?" the Hokage asked, totally confused. "What for?" "For what happened to Boruto... I couldn't stop them..." "Mitsuki..." The older man began, but didn't know how to continue for a while. How could the boy even blame himself for this? "It's not your fault. The ones who did it will pay. They will pay for what they've been doing to you, too." Mitsuki smiled a little. "I... heard about it. But Lord Seventh... That's not why I came here." "Then what is it?" Mitsuki took in a deep breath. "I'm planning to leave Konoha tomorrow morning."

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chastiefoul · 4 years

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hearing // katsuki bakugo

[in which you were under the effect of a quirk that made your hearing hyper-sensitive]

Finishing the last lap of your morning jog, you smiled, panting. You saw the huge gate standing tall, sheltering the UA building. Just before you wanted to enter you saw a child, assuming she was 5 years old was your best guess. She was alone, which was unusual for a kid that young to be wandering off without a guardian, and in front of a high school building.

You approached her. “Um hey there, are you lost?” You asked the little kid with a gentle tone. “Y-yeah,” she whispered unsurely while eyes close to tears, you’re a stranger after all. “Well, want to search for your mom and dad together?” Your hero duty instinct was kicking in, you feel a need to help the child. You held out a hand.

She hesitantly reached your hand. The second she touched you, your heart winced loudly making you thrown aback.

It happened again, again, and again, like some kind of rhythm. With the familiar beat blasted over and over again, you slowly came into a realization that you’re hearing your own heart thumping. Not only that, you heard footsteps but didn’t really see anyone coming. You looked at the ground –where the sound was coming- roughly 2 meters from you, you nearly fainted, after acknowledging that you were hearing an army of ants walking. Another sound, was the grass always making that noise tickling sound? Another sound came, after another, another, then another.

It all became very overwhelming very swiftly, being able to hear everything at once. It was as if they’re fighting against each other, your mind had a trouble focusing on which one to process on.

Birds, chatters, rustles of leaves, your blood rushing through your veins.

Panicked, you covered your ears wanting to reduce the whirl of sounds threatening your eardrums. Yet it didn’t help, the waves of volume kept on coming, clashing, changing every microsecond. You fell to the ground feeling your consciousness fading. A moment before your vision turned black, in haziness you saw that the child wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

You jolted up; eyes shot open. “Hey, easy.” The familiar voice you’re used to hearing from a quite distance now felt so close to your eardrums. Noticing the uneasiness on your feature, Aizawa lowered his voice, “You’re currently under effect of someone’s quirk, it makes your hearing hyper-sensitive,” he explained expressionless as always. You groaned quietly, knowing how troublesome your day is going to be ahead.

“Recovery Girl had treated you, but she was just able to reduce the effect to a minimum, she couldn’t actually wipe the quirk off you,” the black-haired male continued. You shot him a horror look, “This is reduced?” You immediately flinched at how loud you could hear your voice.

The ticking of the wall clock somewhere was unbelievably noisy. You started to comprehend and processed more voices in that room. But it wasn’t as horrible as it was before, thanks to Recovery Girl and the usual atmosphere of the nursery room, it was kind of quiet.

“This wasn’t anything life-threatening, but still for precautions, do you have any idea who put the quirk on you?” Aizawa asked, requiring some information so no students would fall into the same circumstances such as yours. “I think.. it was a child, I had just finished my morning run, and I stumbled across her at the front of the gate, and the moment she touched me it was like I was suddenly under a spell,” you explained with a small voice.

“A child?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, somehow amused if thought twice. You grunted, “Ugh I know, lame and incautious. Will you vouch for me if I explained it to my friends that I just got bitten by a radioactive spider instead?” A hopeful feature colored your face. The pro hero didn’t budge at your expression having used to your idiotic antics, letting out a flat, “No, it’s your own fault for being careless.”

You booed at his expected response, but immediately shut up at his glare. “We still don’t know how long the effect is going to be, but are you feeling well enough to go to class? Your classmates had been waiting for news about your condition,” he said, giving you a choice.

As much as you wanted to just wrap yourself with a blanket in somewhere peaceful, which you wouldn’t be getting in class 1A- you knew that if you didn’t even go to one day lecture you’d be far behind on all the subjects. That’s UA for you.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay then, clean yourself up, then meet me at the class corridor.”

“Holy hell those guys are loud,” You brought up a hand to your head that was throbbing, you had a problem processing everyone’s voices. Their words were mushed together, it was like thunders on your poor eardrums. And you haven’t even reached the class yet. I think this is the part where you regret all your life choices.

“Now you know how everybody besides you little brats feel,” The pro hero stated flatly.

Aizawa turned the doorknob over, opening the door. Suddenly the whole class was quiet, their attention dead on the teacher they’ve been waiting for. When you also went in exposing yourself to your classmates, a barge of questions came right at you. Your poor, poor eardrums are in need of a new pair.

Will this be how you die, by your own friends’ hands?

The class turned still after seeing the red threatening gaze from Aizawa. “Good grief, right off the bat the first thing you all should know is that (y/n) was under someone’s quirk effect, it makes her very sensitive to sound. So. Be. Quiet.” He finished, keeping a steady eye contact to Bakugo. “What the hell are you staring at me for?!” He raised his voice, you winced at the volume, and at his stupidity. “There, that’s why,” Aizawa said with a glare.

Iida, being the responsible guy that he is, raised a hand. “Yes?” Aizawa nodded, gesturing for him to proceed with his question.

“Sensei!” He started, you hissed at him faintly, “Too loud,” You made a motion for him to lower his voice. “Ah sorry. Sensei, do we know the said person who did it?” He said now with a normal voice. You cursed to yourself, regretting that you’re about to be verdicted lame this early. You looked at your teacher, who now had a grin plastered to his face. “(y/n) has said it herself that it was because of a child touched her, I assumed that the young girl had no idea how to control her quirk yet.”

While everyone was hearing intently, you heard your boyfriend Bakugo muttered under his breath, “Lame,” while smirking. “Bakatsuki, I heard that!” You said, nearly forgetting that yelling will kill you at this point. “Good, I meant for you to!” He said with a grin, this time in a normal voice. “You heard that?!” Jiro who was sitting next to Bakugo claimed, surprised. “What did Bakugo say?” Kaminari chimed in excitedly out of curiousity. You flinched as his loud tone.

While on the different part of class, Kirishima claimed loudly. “Isn’t that kinda cool though?!” A sharp pain coursed through you once more. More and more chatters joined, your head felt light. Sometimes you forgot most of your friends were airheads, and you realize it was because most of the time you were one who started the boisterous parade. You sighed, somehow in fondness looking at all of your friends that seemed like already forgot your condition and just do things as they want.

“Yep, I’m going to die today.”

“Izuku, write your notes slower,” you whined, getting really really annoyed on the little sounds you were noticing. You weren’t usually this easy to be irritated but the scratches of pencils against everyone’s paper was seriously driving you mad. “A-ah yes, sorry (y/n)-san!” He whispered, being the considerate sweetheart that he was. You gave him a smile as a response, then turned your head promptly hearing the crisp of plastic wrap being opened, but quickly smirked at the opportunity,

“Sensei, Kaminari is eating a candy!” Kaminari froze, his hand mid-way on putting the sweet to his mouth.

“You snitch!” Kaminari pouted and threw away the candy. Aizawa sighed in exasperation before continuing the subject. You wrote a quick note, and made your friends passed it to the yellow-haired student.

I know you still have some in your pocket, Kami. I could hear them.

It was meant as nothing sort of a threat, you just wanted to see his usual funny reaction. Kaminari read it and stared at you in disgust. He wrote you back;

The quirk changed you, (y/n).

You chuckled quietly at your little banter. The dizziness aside, it wasn’t really a secret anymore that the quirk had some nice side of it as well. A low an irritated grumble caught your attention, ceasing your train of thought. Bakugo.

Does he always do that? Grumbling out of nowhere? I mean, you had to assume yeah, he does, being the grumpy guy that he is. So, you decided to let it slide.

A sigh of exasperation escaped you.

“Kirishima for the love of god, stop rapping under your breath, you think you’re the only one who had to listen to that?”

You know the thing where you said that the quirk had a nice side? Well, that did not age well. Lunch time came, it was like a storm rumbling, a mixture of hundred feet walking, running. A wave of people talking crashed into you, you almost thought that you weren’t going to make it out alive.

Again with not much hope, you put your hands over your ear, mentally finger-crossing that the students will quickly went to the cafeteria. Your head felt like it was splitting open, your eyes shut tight, until you felt someone put a noise-cancelling headphone over your ear.

You looked up, seeing Momo with her usual angelic smile. Still in distress, you managed to mouth out a thank you. She nodded as a response, then made a gesture for you to look at the classroom door.

There was Bakugo.

Though you couldn’t really hear him very clearly, it was obvious that he was yelling based on well, his raging face. He was shouting something and pointing over the students that are on the corridor still with the same expression, then they’re immediately rushing, leaving only a handful of students going out and about.

You took off the headphones, whispering, “What just happened?”

“Well, as soon as lunch break started he told or rather rudely ordered me to make, this” She touched her own creation, the headphones. “Then he went off and yelled at the other students to go to the cafeteria faster,” she explained, letting out a chuckle.

“Well, I’m off the cafeteria, later, (y/n)-san” She waved, making her way outside. You started to laugh quietly to yourself, feeling the affection building inside your chest. Only that fearless spiky blond would yell at random people offhandedly, and this time for your sake.

You stood up, looking around. Seemed like everybody had gone to eat their lunch, leaving only Bakugo, leaning on the doorway of the classroom while his gaze was settled on the corridor, perhaps ready to bark at someone that was too loud, or too slow. You saw that the poor Aoyama had been evicted from his usual eating spot as well. And you might have to agree, the sound of his fancy metal utensils would be a bit much to process at that moment.

The male perked up and turned his head at your footsteps.

You stared at him lovingly, smiling from ear to ear.

“What?” He said subtly, cheeks painted with the slightest pink, one look away and it will be gone for sure. A little giggle escaped you, then you went for a hug, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Katsuki,” you whispered, silently hoping there are more words to express gratitude because what will you do with all these overflowing feelings in your chest?

He let out a content sigh putting a hand on top of your head, “Yeah, yeah, be more careful next time, clumsy idiot.”

“And whose clumsy idiot is this?”

You felt the weight of his head on you, using you as a chin rest. Bakugo grumbled under his breath, pleased.

“Mine.”

#bakugo #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakudeku #bnha bakugou #Soft Bakugou #SOFT BAKUGO #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #incorrect bnha #my hero fanfic

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shinobirain24 · 3 years

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Iceberg Week 2021- Day 2 (July 7)- Romeo and Juliet AU Pt. 2

@iceberg-week

Warning: this fanfic might contain suicide, blood ,and death like in the original Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

Just after Jupiter has knocked off Neptune before they fought over the conflict. Winter readies herself for anything as Neptune rose up to see them both aiming at each other. "Jupiter that's enough!" Yelled Neptune. This is a never ending war between the Schnee and the Vasilias as the ancient grudge continues. Turns out Jupiter is letting his pride get the best of him and doesn't know when to swallow it at ease.

"Give it up, be happy I am putting an end to my father's schemes!" Demanded Winter, setting her sights on the oldest son of the police captain. "Once a Schnee, always a Schnee. That name will forever be the tag on your own back." Jupiter remarks coldly.

"I only did all of this to not let my sister face this anymore." Winter reasoned. But the gunfire still continues. Her blood, her name will always be the tag in history. Her family will always be public enemy #1. Even so, Winter wants to make sure that the oblivion of peace will come to an end with her father either dead or arrested. Either way, she will be satisfied if the mafia went down for good.

She was supposed to be an ally to the police as an informant, but in Jupiter's case, he never trust her, and never will. Again, he wasn't sure how his father tolerated her when she gave him the information she has. "Your services are no longer required." Jupiter said.

"You can't keep up with your pride forever. But you led me no choice." Said Winter. Then just as they were about to fire for the final shot. Sun got in the way to not let the both of them kill each other, but at the cost of his life. Neptune stood in shock, not seeing this coming. And rushed to his side. "Dude, why?" He quivered as Sun has chuckled a bit, but then frown. "How long has this been going? You were right, this fight has gone too far. Really sucks, am I right?" Sun took his last breathe. Neptune teared up to see his best friend in blood.

Winter stood shock to see that her bullet and Jupiter's bullet. Pierced onto Sun's chest, now pooled in blood. As Neptune's tears have slid from his eyes. But decides not to hold a grudge towards Winter, for Weiss' sake, since she loves her sister. "I didn't mean to...I'm..." But she was cut off, with Jupiter, filled with rage shot Winter in the abdomen. Now it was her turn to be covered in blood. Even if she wants nothing to do with her father, Winter will always tagged as a traitor to society.

As Neptune rose his head to see what was happening, he was shocked. He then narrowed his eyes while still kneeling at Sun's side. Neptune hates these wars that involve his family, but knew there was no escape.

"Jupiter, what did you do?! She apologized, and inform Dad of the situation, and this is the thanks she is getting?! How long are you going to hold this?! Do you have any idea what you've been doing?!" Jupiter did not replied and stood in silence and at shame to look at his brother. All this time he was protecting him too much. "I did it all for you, I did not want you to get involve in this. I'm sorry, I'll just turn myself in." Jupiter suggested.

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After the arrest of Jupiter, Weiss is shocked to hear the news from her butler for what happened to her sister. She loves Neptune, but could she even forgive his brother for what he did? Conflicted with questions, Weiss took the time to process before she can speak to him on the phone. "I am sorry, Miss Schnee. Your sister has meant a lot to you. I blame your father for this mess to continue." Said Klein as he comforted Weiss. He was like a fatherly figure than her own father.

"I know, must this war continue. This is never ending."

"Perhaps you should talk to the boy you've been texting, see what you can do to get some closure. At least his older brother turned himself in." Klein suggested. He knew about the relationship with his employer's daughter and the cop's son. "I suppose. I just need some time first. Thank you very much, Klein."

Klein nods and Weiss requested for some alone time. She then tugged on a pillow as a comfort. Then she received a text she never thought she would hear from.

The text said to meet her at the beach. The beach, full of sand and waves running on shore. "I knew you'd be there. How are you feeling?" Asked Neptune standing in front of her Weiss was at a loss for words. Although she was forbidden to see him, but she would have to maintain some closure. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him. My brother...he-" Weiss stopped him as she was looked at him. "I know, like I said, there as no end to this. I'm glad you're okay. Winter had been there for me for so long. She was the only family I can count on. But also..." Weiss immediately walked over to Neptune and holds his hands. And pressed her forehead against his. Tears have streamed from their eyes.

"I too, am sorry for your friend. Has he been there for you?" Asked Weiss, coming to the understanding how this war had led them. "Sun is like a brother. Wish I can undo for what happened. But guess there was nothing we can do." Neptune then caressed her cheek. Both looked at their rings for their promises of their own future together. Even if their families cannot accept them being together, nothing will stop them from fighting. Let's escape together." Weiss said. Neptune looked at her in surprise.

"Are you sure about this? When?" Asked Neptune, not wanting to get her in trouble if she sneaks out. "I can't take anything in this life anymore. If Father cannot accept us, the so be it. Once we're 18, we get married." Weiss said.

"Okay, that's unexpected. But wow, really mojo of you, but cool." Weiss then kissed him on the cheek. "I already packed my bag. Tonight we leave." Weiss said as they walked over to the dock to find a speedboat nearby and Weiss holds a bag. But Neptune, being a gentleman type, takes the bag and holds it for her. Making Weiss blush. Then sped off in a speed boat.

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They are in Florida where they enjoyed their final night in the beach. On a sheet on the sand. Gazing on the stars while wondering what their future would be like. "Are there possibilities to see the world above space?" Asked Weiss.

"World is always filled of mysteries. Seeing something looked so small, like those stars are not what they seemed to be." Said Neptune. Their eyes were focused on the stars as Weiss caressed his hair. Much to the joy of one another. "Interesting. It always cleared my mind just looking at them. Here we are, outside of New York, outside of my island. It feels so great to be out again.

"Tell me about it." Then a bunch of shooting stars came falling across the sky, and bling at the dark night colors. "It is said to be the guide for the souls who're having trouble to find peace. Rather called the Infinite and Unbound. It is said to be beautiful, it's paradise, call it a myth or whatever, but it was interesting to read these myths." Neptune said.

"I read about those too. At least that's what my sister read to me when I was little." Neptune then got a text from his father to ask where he is. But he then asked how Winter was. But then Saturn text him back to tell him that she was recovering, as for his brother, he turned himself in. The trial has yet to be decided. Neptune still cannot forgive himself for what happened to Sun. Not all people are lucky to survive the wars.

"Say, what do you think might be in store for us. You know, after we turn 18?" Neptune asked, Weiss then pursed her lips as she began to ran her mind a bit. "Can't say. But I would like to think about it. Maybe if we do go to university, we might get the jobs we wanted. But I am not sure if that's happening any time soon. Considering if our parents tried to find out first."

"Fair point. You know what I am thinking? If things did not go as planned. Then you and me, we can make the most of it. It's wrong of me to leave my family, but I hope they can find it in their hearts to understand."

"I wish my family will understand too." Weiss said as she slipped her hand onto his while still laying back to watch the stars.

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Neptune then wakes up on a bed in the beach house, only to find Weiss, who was last seen next to him, missing. Then only thing left is a note. He picks it up and reads it as he was shocked, worried.

"I'm sorry that you noticed me gone, Neptune. I left to confront my father to defy him. The sooner I resolve these conflicts. The sooner I turned him to your father, then we will be together and no one will stand in our way. I love you, don't come after me just yet. I don't want to put you in danger, chances are, my father might come after you."

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Weiss returns to the place she calls home. Her mother, Willow then ran up to her and hugged him. "Weiss, darling! Your father and I thought you were kidnapped! Ever since your sister has been shot!" Weiss hugs her back, at least her mother has a bit of emotion when it comes to her children.

"Where have you've been, young lady? Ugh-never mind." Jacques then cuts her off before she can even speak. "Ever since your sister has been hospitalized, we have decided that we cannot go like this alone, Weiss. As of today, you will be married to the heir to the Marigolds." Jacques announced.

Weiss knew he will never ask how she feels, or if she wants this marriage to go on. She knew this is not a natural kind of thing. It was only his mind that blinded him. "I refused." Weiss rebuffed.

"What?" Jacques though, outloud, raising a brow for which he thought. He was about to hear for what will tick him off. "Say that again to me daughter? What happened to you, daughter. You have been in my favor without question." Weiss knew he cannot let him take her dreams away. Her will has been proven too strong since the party.

"Weiss, what has gotten into you? You haven't been yourself since the auction." Questioned Willow. Being stuck in a private island and held for future plans by family members wasn't normal for her and her and her sister knew that. "Let me make this clear, Father. I will not marry whoever you choose for me, I already have goals in my mind. Do you even care to ask for what I want or what I needed? No, you just brushed it off and cared about merging illegal empires."

"I did it for the family line, Weiss." Said Jacques. But Weiss wasn't having it. Rubbing his mustache, Jacques kept listening, testing his daughter's limits. "You were born to be loyal and to keep the family in a raise to keep from police." He pointed a finger slightly.

But Weiss turned her head in a fit of defiance. While her father kept pacing around as she tested his patience. What comes next is something she never thought was coming. "Loyal? Why am I even born you're daughter? Why bother being away for some time while I was only stuck on the island? Last I heard talking to my mother, you told her you never wanted to do with me. But to use me for merging with another mafia. Do you think I wanted this? Think again, I am young, but I am not a child. Winter was right you know. I cannot throw my plans away when you kept running the illegal business. You should be arrested a long time ago."

Jacques then struck Weiss on the cheek. She fell on the carpet. What she feels is nothing but a sting and a shock. She touched her own cheek, trying to process for what has happened. She now knew the kind of person her father was, a tyrant who wants nothing more than to win. As she was afraid she will see from the very beginning. The only times her mother has given her attention was when she was given a day-off from cartel businesses.

Her mother stood shock too, but turn away to avoid conflict. She wanted to defend Weiss, but she doesn't know what to do or what she should've done. But the way how the family was run, it was too much for her to bare. It struck her like lightning to react like this. Seeing her husband snapped, it scares her. In Willow's case, a freeze response.

In front of Weiss, a broken vase that was knocked over. "I thought I raised you to become a more ideal woman like your mother." Weiss then stared at her father in a glare. "Do not speak to her like that, she is standing there!" She defended. "For the record, you did not raised me, Klein did." Weiss said, referring to the servant who she did not see as a servant, but a family she never have before. "You're no father of mine, not one visit, not one call. None. You only have me to be the object to your problems."

"Disobedience is a family's disgrace, either you go with the plans next week, or face the consequences." Her father threatened, that is when he left the office. "I already fired him the night he helped you sneak off in the night with a commoner, know your place, young lady." He finally made his final say before closing the door. Weiss could still feel the shock, the thought of her father selling her out for personal gain.

Just as her father left the office, Willow just stood there in shock. But also turned away, thinking she has failed as a wife and a mother. Weiss then took her hand in desperation. "Is there any way to delay this marriage? A month, half a year?" Weiss pleaded, but Willow snatched back her hand and turned away as well. "Talk to me not, for I will not speak a word. Do what you wilt." With that said., Willow left in a different direction, leaving Weiss alone, in despair.

Her sister, who she thought was gone, Klein, being fired for the attempted escape. Now, she had no one, and her brother, wanting nothing to do with his sister's antics, it's safe to say that he was brainwashed as well.

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The next day, Weiss went to Lie Ren, the son of the Museum Curator whose interest is ancient artifacts. To which Weiss feels resourceful at times. She only met her when there were conferences of artifacts being sold to his father. Even some that are fake.

"Miss Schnee, how can I help you?" Asked Ren. Of whom most would called him. "Hi, Ren. I need your help." Weiss said. Ren then stood from his desk. "Name it." Weiss knew she have to think of a plan to escape her arranged marriage to finally be with the man of her choosing, and never again be an object in her father's image.

"I need an artifact that can help fake my death. I knew my father has sold your father something that puts anyone in a trance." Weiss said. Ren never thought that a friend would ask for something like that. "Why is that?" He asked. Weiss knew she had to come clean to him, but concerns about whether or not she could trust him. "I have this boyfriend who I wanted to live with for the rest of my life. And my father has some nerve to deprive me of my own freedom. That guy, he isn't rich but he is sweet, treated me well when no one else did."

"As much as I wish to help you, I can't. I can't get my father into trouble." Ren refuses, knowing what might happened if his father noticed an artifact missing in sight. It would alarm a robbery. But Weiss is too desperate. Feeling no way out but this. "You don't understand, next week my father will cause more havoc if this wedding proceeds." Weiss pleaded once more.

"I am sorry, but if I do this, your family will kill us. They might as well cut off their financial support of this museum." Ren explains. But Weiss wasn't having it. And sees a pocket knife in his pocket and snatches it from him. Ren turned in shock to see this coming. He tried to retrieve it, but Weiss ran off fast and then stopped to look at him. Pointing the knife at her abdomen. "I understand your tactics of what might happened. But you can't just turn you back now."

"Weiss, what are you doing? Put the knife down!" Ren pleaded while swinging his palms to try to get the knife back, meant for self-defense. But it is also decorative. "Please, Ren. I need to escape this. You know how wrong my father is. I cannot live like this. Just do me this favor before I...I..." Weiss hopes it will just scare him to gain the opportunity.

But then regrets scaring him like that, thinking, or rather knew how wrong she was to frighten him like that. She then lower the knife and dropped her head in shame. "Sorry, shouldn't have scared you like that. I guess doing this isn't going to help anyway. I'll see you back at school." Weiss said before giving back Ren the knife. "Wait." Ren called back. Weiss looked back. Ren took some time to think.

"I think I have an idea. But you're not going to like it." Said Ren. Weiss did not care is this is going to get serious, but it was her only solution, at least in her mind. Then leads her to a sacred treasure room in the Chinese Exhibit. Their weapons and manuscripts are rare. Ren then looks over the desk and takes out a dagger inside, and it was black, like the color of charcoal.

Carved with the glowing, green dragon on the dagger. "This dagger. In ancient times can put you in a trance with one stab, two or more will lead to death itself. So here's the deal, pretend you're accepting the proposal. Once you reconcile with your family, mainly your mother. Find the private time to take a moment and you'll be in a death-like state with one stab of this dagger. In about 48 hours, you'll be able to wake up and be able to escape this place. Then afterwards, change your identity, your name and appearance." Ren suggested.

"Is there anyway to let Neptune know about this? I don't want him to think I am dead. It will put him in despair." Weiss said, worried about the consequences of the matters she felt the need to take into her own hands. "Do you have his number? I can contact him to let him know."

"And I thought the artifacts were fake."

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Back at the Private Island of Schnee. Willow is just standing next to the large glass window, holding a glass of wine upfront. "Are you sure about the process, dear?" Asked Willow. Jacques, sitting on his desk, writing the documents for the wedding is waiting after letting his frustrations out.

"She will have thought for what was good and what was not. She can't resist the honor forever." Jacques remarks. Then Weiss knocks the door. "Come in." Weiss then enters, calmly, knowing the plan will process. "Father, I am starting to have thoughts. I knew we don't have a good connection. But it was foolish of me to disobey you. I want to make amends and do what must be done to help the family."

Jacques did seemed to be convince. He thought carefully and Willow looked a bit surprised. "Darling, what are you saying?" She asked. Stunned at the sudden acceptance, what comes next will be unexpected. "It's true mother, merging empires should be the solutions for the combinations of our bankruptcy. Including more recruits for more men to add to Father's cartel."

"Wonderful, the wedding shall proceed. With your help, Weiss, you will be worthy of the Schnee empire." Jacques then places his hand on her shoulder, and not in a prod way, but in a relief kind of way. Weiss put up with fake smile to not cause a scene.

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Later, Weiss tried on a dress she finds uncomfortable, but pretend to like it. "Wonderful, you look stunning, Weiss." Willow praised as she examined the dress Weiss is trying on. "I know, Can't wait."

The maids then bowed their heads, and left the room. "I guess this is about time you and your father opened up after the scene. But I am glad everything worked out." Willow said. Weiss however, was not pleased, but kept up with the appearance of the joyful bride.

The sooner she left, the sooner it will be over to go over her own plan for escape, even if it means either to wake up alone, or to Neptune's eyes. "I need to get some rest, all these preparations are a bit exhausting." Weiss yawned.

"Very well, darling. I'll see you tomorrow." Willow said. "I know you won't let us down." Leaving the bedroom. Weiss then turned to the window and takes out the ancient dagger. Weiss is having second thoughts. Not sure if she wants this.

"At last, my only chance of escape. But something deep down, it didn't feel right. Still, if I don't do this, I will be stuck with someone who is snobby, arrogant and low of life as Henry Marigold. But on the other hand, I don't want to break Mother's heart. She has already been here long enough to be in some trance. One stab, and I might be unconscious, but alive. What is this, my sister's ghost speaking to me? Or am I hearing things. Nevertheless, I have to take this chance. This way, we'll be free." Weiss then prepares for the impossible, holding the dagger upfront.

"This is for you, Neptune." Weiss said, then impaled herself with the ancient dagger. Her heart, slowing down. Blood spilling as the dagger. Then fell on the bed as she closed her eye. "This...will...work..." She sighed as she finally rendered unconscious.

Whitley, Weiss' younger brother has awakened and entered his sister's room. "Dearest sister, time to get up." Whitely tried to call form the doorstep. Then felt annoyed to not hear a sound. "Sister? Okay, I hear a come in." He then entered the room, thinking his sister is asleep. "Sister, we have more preparations to start. You can't sleep all day." Whitley called again, still no response, then felt something is wrong.

"Sister?" Asked Whitely, as he noticed the red spilt, which he thought was paint. "Um, sister, have you been using some paint again?" Asked Whitely, and shakes her to wake her up, but no avail. "Sister, please wake up." Whitley pleaded and then noticed a pulse is not working. Which shocks him to find a dagger in her room. "Uh....Mother?!" Willow then ran to her son's calling. "What is it, Whitley? I have..."

Willow gasped to see what appeared to be blood. And it led to Weiss' abdomen. Frozen she also tried to get some medic she hired to revive her, but to also no avail. "Oh, darling, wake up! What happened?! Say something!" Willow pleaded.

"Mother, you don't think this is a murder, is it?" Whitely asked. Thinking it was a murder scene. Jacques then came with Henry, a suitor who was chosen by him for Weiss. "What in the world is going on? A night ago, I was pleased to hear the acceptance for a proposal, the next I have to hear all the screaming to find my daughter stained in blood?"

"I cannot believe this, I came all this way to marry a dead girl?" Henry said, frustrated. Annoyed for the turn of events, Henry then scowled at Jacques. "Forgive me, Mr. Marigold. We have no idea that this would happen. Now it would seem that death has taken her as his bride, death is now my son-in-law." Jacques shivered.

"Well, I never. Deals off, Schnee. I got to go, good day." Henry left, no remorse, no pay for respects for Weiss. While Willow is left to wallow in despair to see her daughter, "dead."

"Father, this has to be the work of the Vasilias..." Whitley is cut off when Jacques became in denial. "Shut your mouth, Whitley! Enough with that name!" Whitley then backed down, frightened by the tone of his father's voice. ""Y-yes, Father." He stammered. "Still, I felt sorry for her." He says in remorse, he hasn't seen his sisters too much, but felt sorry that he didn't spent much time with them. "My empire, my future, dead." Jacques said, not in concern for his daughter's feelings and death.

"This wedding, it is now a funeral. At least give her honor to celebrate." Willow suggested.

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Neptune then returned to New York to visit his brother in prison. Calling from the glass separating the brothers. "Sorry about everything. I hope you are doing well." Jupiter apologizes, not just the mess he created in the bridge, but for the death of his brother's best friend.

"How are you?" Asked Neptune, hoping his brother was treated well. "It's not so bad, met a couple of buddies I met since high school."

"I know, can I ask you something?" Neptune asked. Jupiter nods. Quietly listens. "Have you made mistakes for the life you wanted?" Jupiter kinda knew what he was talking about. "I kinda thought of that for a while. But before, I never thought about what I wanted."

"I guess thinking about what we want isn't easy." Neptune said.

"It never has been. But, that doesn't mean we take things a bit smaller first. If we rush, it would be a tiresome." Jupiter advises. "Dad had been angry with me that our only informant was gone. I guess that woman never got what she wanted living under the House of Schnee."

"I figured, all these conflicts, affected her sister too badly. Dad spent his life fighting for our lives, yet we didn't rest so much." Neptune said.

"That reminds me, the Schnee's sister. I just got word this morning." Neptune then raised an eyebrow. It got him confused. "What about Weiss?" Neptune asked. "Is something wrong? Is she okay?" Neptune asked. Jupiter cannot find the right words to put him down gently.

He wasn't sure if he should be fully honest. But he has to know the truth. Even if the truth hurts. "The girl...the news announced today that she is deceased." Neptune felt the arrow shot in his heart. Hoping he was just hearing things. "Dead...? That can't be right..."

Jupiter shook his head and takes out a newspaper with a photograph of Weiss in front page. The title: "Daughter of the Mafia, stabbed to Death by an unknown individual." Neptune then became stunned.

"I'm sorry bro..." Jupiter apologized again. But Neptune refuses to believe it. "No, I don't believe it. She was alive the last time I saw her."

"No, I am not joking. Something must've happened to her. I am sorry, but the facts were true." Jupiter then sees the picture and showed it to him the last time. Neptune then runs out of the prison in tears. Ignoring Jupiter's plead before being back into his cell.

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Neptune then arrived in a speedboat as Ren was too late to tell him that Weiss wasn't actually dead. "Wait!" Ren called, and then tried to call him, but a crowed rushed over him and this caused him to drop his phone into the sea. "No, my phone!" Ren yelled.

Now how is he going to tell Neptune about the plan? He decided to take the plane instead before it was too late.

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Neptune then manages to sneak into the Tombstone of Schnee on the island. Here all the Schnees have a ceremonial burial. Not being inside a casket, but being laid in the most beautiful ways of possible. Winter was the first to bled to death, but her body wasn't found here. "Winter's body wasn't here, but I hope, someday, you can forgive me for not stopping my brother." Neptune said to himself, with remorse of how much he regret for not stopping these feuds.

He then sees Weiss, laying on a stone, wearing a dark-blue dress, filled with diamond cuts. Her eyes closed, being underneath a golden-clear veil covering her body. Neptune stood shock to see her like this, alone, no one to embrace. He then undo the veil. Caressing her cheek, it was cold, not a single pulse in her. "Weiss, how did I fail you? Why must it be you to die? I wish it were me and not you. But now, all I can do now, is hold you in my arms."

Neptune then teared up, as he hold her for the last time. Pressing his cheek against hers. "Forgive me, for not being able to get you out of this cruel world. For me, I will gladly follow you in dawn." Neptune then rose up and uses a poison he bought from another cartel. Meant for lethal injection, enough to stop his heart. Willing to be with her forever.

"This is wrong, but to the afterlife, I will gladly go with you." Neptune then takes the poison into his mouth, and swallowed it, as tears streamed into his eyes. This is what feud has led them. This is how love has led them. Leaving behind his father, mother and brother. Then Neptune's last moment. He pressed his lips onto Weiss', kissing her for the last time. Weiss then fluttered her eyes opened. She has finally saw him in her awakening, the effects of the dagger, wore off. Just as she dreamed of.

"Neptune." Weiss whispered. Failing to notice the poison he was swallowing. Neptune was then surprised to see her awake. Overjoyed, they kissed again. "Weiss, I thought I lost you. But seeing you again, it was worth living this nightmare." Seeing each other again, it was worth before death has taken a toll of him, his hear began to feel the pain. Weiss then holds him in her arms. "Neptune? What's wrong? Neptune?" Weiss gasped.

"I...ah...have no time....left..." Neptune gasped in labored breathes. Fighting for his life before death can reach him. "I...took this...poison...it was stupid of me...I am sorry....forgive me...but I love you...ahh!"

Weiss sat in shock as she held him. He closes his eyes while seeing her for the last time. "No, don't leave me. We are about to finally be free. Why must fates be worst than death itself? What is this, poison I see. Not one in a friendly drop, I will kiss your lips, haply some poison will come through me." Weiss then kissed him for the last time, hoping some poison will be passed onto her to join him in death. But there was none on her. But then she cried as it was not working. "No, it's not working."

"I thought I heard something." One security guard called.

"Yeah, I think we should check it out." Weiss then hears them coming. She knew if they knew she is alive, then it was over for her, it was back to the premeditated life her father had planned for her. Rather than going back to being stuck on the arranged plan, Weiss then notices the dagger that was dropped, it was the same dagger she used to fake her death. "I can't go back, not now, not ever." She then raised a dagger up and teared up as she was about to take the final step.

"Oh, happy dagger, This is my sheath, there rust and let me die." Weiss then stabbed herself with the dagger the second time. Breathing for her last moments of life, laying onto Neptune's chest as she finds comfort, taking her last breathe. "A thousand times goodbye." She whispered before closing her eyes.

Then Ren led the police, including Saturn and Jacques to the tomb. Where it was too late. "What is going on?! I reported my son missing the minute my wife called me!" Saturn cried. Then members of both families. They were all shocked to see their children dead, in cold blood. "Impossible, my daughter was dead a few hours ago!" Jacques. Saturn, enraged, glared at Jacques, thinking he did something to his son. "What did you do to them, Jacques?!"

"I do no such thing, you blue-haired fool!" Both were cut off as Klein and Winter then arrived. "Silence!" Winter yelled. Her parents were shocked to see her alive, and was declared dead. Only for her to recover. Changing from one identity to another. Klein is in despair to see a daughter figure. "Winter, you're alive? How?" Willow asked.

"Forget it. How did this happened?" Saturn asked. While weeping over his son as if it looks like his youngest found peace. "It was my fault, sirs. I gave Weiss the dagger to fake her death, I was going to message the guy to ell him what actually happened, but instead, I lost my phone and it was too late." Ren explains.

Winter, in tears seeing her sister dead, walks around in front of them. And had enough of the conflicts in the streets. "Now do you see it? See how this love have affected us all? How much this war has cost us? All of this bloodshed, we were being punished! This feud has gone far enough! And now we must set aside our differences to make sure this never happens again!" Winter shouted. Both the Schnees and Vasilias households have came to mourn for the losses this tragedy has brought to them. No love can replace them. Guilt has ran upon the remaining. Jacques, now realizing the true meaning of war. Walks over the to the Vasilias Patriarch and takes our his hand.

"Vasilias, on behalf of my daughter, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I will turn myself in. And I sincerely apologize for your son." Saturn, although not trusting the mafia leader, decides not to hold any more grudges as his son would want him to find peace. This love of the two lovers have taught him one thing, the past will always held him back. And shook his hand. "I too, am sorry for the loss of your daughter. My son has been enlightening her since the beginning. Never again will war make us lose what we love.

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Author's note. I hope anyone enjoys this fanfic for Iceberg Week 2021. Thank you for your support and be safe. And hope we get through COVID and take the moment to let our worried relax. Also, for more of my stories, follow me on Fanfiction.net, I have the same name as this Tumblr account I am using now.

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Series Summary: When Y/N's favorite fictional characters come to life, a mystery ensues as a killer wreaks havoc in Bangor, Maine.

Chapter Summary: What started out as a sleepover with your best friend turned into a night of unexplainable events.

Warnings: cursing, underage pining if you squint, mentions of sex.

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Chapter One: The Beginning

"You will soon receive support from an unexpected source.."

The red letters of your fortune stared back at you ominously.

"Hey, that's great timing huh?"

"Too soon, Marcus..Too soon."

A sheepish smile formed on his freckled face, "Sorry..Here, have another."

You shook your head, waving away the cookie. "I'll just stick to mine. I only have a little bit of room left for it."

You took small bites, slowly indulging in the delicious treat, afraid of letting it go to waste with just two or three bites.

"I'm surprised your dad let me spend the night."

"Honestly, me too..I don't think he noticed that you're in the middle of transitioning."

"He probably just thinks I'm gay or something.."

You let out a choked laugh, "Maybe because you are."

"Hey, you can't tell me that Mr. Fisher isn't hot as fuck!"

"He isn't, oh my god!" You tried to finish the rest of your cookie without inhaling crumbs, suppressing the laughter building in your stomach.

"Have you seen his hands?! Y/N, I don't think you understand how much I adore him!"

"He's 20, Marcus!! Not to mention, he sucks at teaching physics."

"Hey, I didn't say my future man had to be smart."

"You're ridiculous."

"Yes, yes I am. Oh! Speaking of guys, any good gossip for the ship of a century?"

You could help but roll your eyes at his teasing, blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks.

"Kolby and I haven't spoken since last week. I don't think he likes me anyway. He's been talking to Heather more recently.."

And, for some reason, you weren't too interested in him either. Yes, he was a nice looking, athletic guy but you just didn't care enough to go further than a 'hi, how're you?' with him.

"Well, his loss. You're a wonderful girl and it's a shame he's wasting your time with his boyish nonsense. Besides, he doesn't even wear watches like Mr. Fisher."

"I swear to god, if you mention him or watches one more time.."

"You're right, sorry," he held up his hands defensively before putting them down, "I just don't wanna see you get hurt, Y/N/N.."

"I know you're worried, Marcus, but I'm fine. It's our junior year, I don't think long-term relationships are supposed to happen for us until we're in like college."

"You never know..Anyway, what do you even see in him?"

You let out a sigh, sinking in the mounds of pillows and blankets that are laid astray on your bed.

"Umm..He's cute, without a doubt. His jokes are sometimes funny, depends on who he's around. He has a nice sense of style, I guess? I don't know..We've only known each other for a little over two months."

Marcus laid beside you, rolling to his side with a dopey grin plastered on his pale face. "And a lot could happen in two more months if you just talk to him. I promise, I won't even bother you in Algebra..Okay? Just trust me on this.."

You groaned but, nevertheless, agreed with a silent nod.

"Love shouldn't be this complicated.."

"Sometimes it is, sweetie..But only time can lead you to where you're supposed to be.."

"Yeah, I know...Since when did you become my therapist?" You let out a scoff.

"Since third grade! Now, c'mon, get off your lazy ass and let's do something cool!"

He pulled at your limp arm once he stood up, dragging you to the floor and down the hallway towards the mini library your stepmom installed about a year ago; who has yet to use it.

"If you were looking for 'cool', you brought us to the wrong place."

Your eyes scanned over the bookshelves, catching titles of famous works.

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Great Gatsby

War and Peace

Charlotte's Web

"You only have that perception because you hate her."

"Of course! Have you seen her?"

"Yeah, but this is still cool! You should take advantage of it while you can."

Marcus released his hold from your ankle, scampering over to the section of the library where a red and white book was gleaming for attention.

"Oh my god! Miranda got the newest edition of IT?"

You stood up abruptly and made your way over. "She got what?!"

"Holy shit, this is amazing! We haven't fangirled over this book since freshmen year."

"Oh yeah, our biggest obsession since One Direction." You laughed, taking the book out of his hands and running your finger over the textured title.

"Not gonna lie, the older cover looked better."

You rolled your eyes and ushered him over to the desk in the middle of the room. "Wait, let's see if they kept in that one part.."

"Which one? Does it have to do with Stanley? You had a major crush on his fictional ass." He teased, pulling up another chair beside yours.

"No no no, the one with Eddie and-Oh, I found it!"

Man, he had hated it when Richie called him Eds…but he had sort of liked it, too. It was something….like a secret name. A secret identity. A way to be people that had nothing to do with their parents’ fears, hopes, constant demands. Richie couldn’t do his beloved Voices for shit, but maybe he did know how important it was to creeps like them to sometimes be different people.

"Oh, I absolutely love this part..It's just, mwah, beautiful. Stephen King certainly knew what he was doing.."

"C'mon, let's go back to my room and reminisce." You took his arm and pulled him back to your bedroom.

You internally screamed at Marcus's onslaught recollection of memories.

"Oh, and that one time when you had a major attraction for-"

"Okay okay, that's enough reminiscing!!" You tossed the book at him.

"Aww, what? Feelin' embarrassed, sweetie?" He barely dodged the book, letting it bounce off your bed and onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Shut up.." You grabbed the nearest pillow and slightly smothered yourself with it.

The memories he continued to bring up brought back some nostalgia but looking back at it now made you cringe. You were practically grown up now, not 15 years old.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But wouldn't it be cool if the losers club was real? Like actually around, in real life? Derry was based off of Bangor so it's more than likely you could find your own Stanley Uris."

You cracked a smile at that and threw the pillow at him, situating yourself underneath the covers of your bed. "Yeah, yeah. I wish."

Marcus promptly pulled out his phone and checked the time, turning it over towards you and flashing the bright light in your face. "Well, it's almost 11:11..Make a wish!"

"Seriously?" You deadpanned.

"C'mon, it wouldn't hurt!"

You sighed, sitting up on your elbows and closing your eyes. "Tell me when. You wish it too, okay?"

"Okay," some time passed, "now."

I wish the losers club was real..The entire gang. Every single one of them.

I wish I could blow Bill Denbrough.

You opened your eyes after you recited your wish a couple of times, sighing. You raised an eyebrow at Marcus, seeing him struggle to contain his laughter though the crimson red covering every inch of his face gave it away.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wished that I could blow Bill."

"Goddamnit, Marc."

It took about a half hour before the two of you could fully relax into a deep sleep but once you guys did, Marcus took up most of the bed.

A heavy gush of wind pushed open your window, the cool air from outside blowing into your room. You snuggled a little more under the covers, face being buried into someone's back. They smelled so nice, a light hazelnut scent and freshly washed hair that reminded you of late night drives with your older cousin when you were younger; Just absolute nostalgia exuded from them. You felt your entire body relax against theirs, the warmth overtaking your slightly exposed skin from the nippy air coming through the window.

You hear a quiet groan from the opposite side of you, the noise causing you to stir from whatever you were dreaming about prior; It was a bit fuzzy.

"What the fuck? Dumbass window.." It was just Marcus.

You felt the weight from the bed disappear, his dull footsteps moving around the carpeted room as he shuts the window.

He turns around and gives one look over the room, his eyes partially open. He sees a couple of people in the room, the sight confusing him in his drowsy state.

"What the..?"

A mix of someone screaming bloody murder and a smoke alarm going off floods the room, echoing off the walls and throughout the house. Even Marcus wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard him too.

It takes just a few seconds before your sleeping mind can process the screeching, thus causing you to flip over to your other side and turning on the lamp. Your eyes are piercing with annoyance, though you were still a little concerned about your astonished friend across the room.

"Marc, what the hell?! What's wrong? What happened?"

You cast a glance around your room, trying to pick the oddball out.

"What the hell?!" You hear from behind you, the sudden noise alarming you and making you jump off the bed towards the ground.

Your head whipped around so quickly you were sure it was the dizziness that made your imagination run wild from the sight. There laid a guy, around your age, with very curly light brown hair that just looked absolutely divine to twirl your fingers around.

Underneath you comes a strangled groan, almost upon impact. Looking below, you find a girl with fiery red hair in a bob style. You push yourself off of her and scoot away until your back hits Marcus's legs.

"Who the fuck is yelling-Oh, holy shit..!" You hear another slightly deep voice exclaim.

Turning to your right sat five other guys with drastically different appearances, one after another coming to the realization that they had no fucking clue where they were.

The room grew quiet, fear growing in your eyes as you try to find a person to focus on but the thought only made you even more dizzy than before.

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skvaderarts · 3 years

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Hiraeth Chapter 51: Summation

Masterlist can be found Here!

Chapter Fifty-One: Summation

Note: I had to cook dinner, so I forgot to upload this until 11 pm. I also forgot that it was Wednesday. Just like how I forgot it was one of my friend’s birthdays today. YIKES. My bad hahaha! Check the end-of-chapter notes! Hope you had a good day!

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Varying degrees of confusion overtook the entire room as everyone present attempted to try and figure out what was going on. Aside from Magnolia and Lucia, everyone there had heard a great deal about Morgan from the time that the young summoner had described his harrowing ordeal up north, but none of them would have ever expected that she would appear before them, especially at a time like this. And as strange as this all seemed to be for them, it was apparently even stranger for the young summoner.

Standing just a foot or two from her now as he attempted to help her with her bags, she shooed him away, assuring him that she was perfectly capable of handling them on her own. She’d carried them all the way from where she’d been starting to the car, and she’d made it up all of the stairs in front of Magnolia’s house. This would be a snap in comparison.

“Really though, when didja get those wicked tattoos? They had to hurt like hell, right? I mean, how much of your body do they cover, anyway?” Morgan sat her bags down by the side of the stairs, eager to get them out of the way of the walking path. No need to cause anyone to trip. She then looked around the room at the rest of the occupants, nodding to herself as she seemingly considered something. “Sorry I fell out of contact, V. I know you were probably worrying about what happened to me. There was a lot going on back then.”

It occurred to V at that moment that he was wearing a long sleeved V neck sweater. She couldn’t see most of them, only the ones on his wrists and hands and the ones visible around his neck. She was in for one hell of a surprise in more ways than one. They had so much to catch up on despite the fact that it had only been about three years since he’d last see her. Where had that kind of time gone?

A small smile spread across V’s face for a split second as he leaned against the wall, folding his arms around himself. There was still a small part of him that couldn’t believe she was actually standing here in front of him again. She’d certainly gotten taller in the time since he’d last seen her. Not by much, but she had been so very short when last they’d met. Their height difference had always been comical to him. “Likewise. And please, think nothing of it. In all honesty, that is probably more my fault than yours. It’s a bit difficult to mail a letter to someone who is completely transient.”

Nero chuckled to himself from the other side of the room. “Yea, he kinda ran off and joined the circus or something like that. It probably does make it kind of tricky to track someone down when they don’t have an actual address. I don’t even understand how they paid him.”

Morgan blinked in surprise before bursting into hysterical laughter, leaning over to rest her open palms on her legs. She shook her head before looking up again, making momentary eye contact with V. The moment she saw the soft red blush that had spread across his face and the poor job that he was doing to hide it, she started to laugh again, this time even harder than the last time. “You know what, I’m not even surprised. So you joined the circus, hu?”

“As a matter of fact, I did not. It was a traveling theater. There is a distinct difference.” V’s blush deepened as he became visibly embarrassed. Still, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t find that response from Nero entertaining. After all, he knew that he was only joking. They had discussed this previously, and he was honestly pleasantly surprised that his brother remembered what he’d been up to during that window of time.

“Oh, you're totally right, V! One of them doesn’t have animals, right?” The sarcasm was evident in that statement. Was it possible to roll your eyes by speaking alone? Because if so, she had just done it. “So, I can’t help but notice that you're not the only one in the room with that fancy hair color anymore… Care to introduce me?”

For reasons that he couldn’t place, V’s entire brain ceased functionality as soon as she said that, unable to do much in the way of forming meaningful thoughts. Obviously, he knew that they were his relatives, but it hadn’t occurred to him until just then that he’d never introduced them as such before. Well, at least not as a group. He was genuinely surprised by how staggeringly uncomfortable he now was, especially when he barely understood why. Perhaps because she knew he had previously been an orphan?

“Yes, you're quite right. I should.” V gestured towards Nero, finding that it was probably more simple to start with him than it would be with his uncle and father. They took the same amount of introduction, but he had the feeling he knew which of them she would ask the most questions about. “The one you just spoke to is Nero. He’s my younger brother.”

Blinking in surprise, she nodded, giving the youngest descendant of Sparda a thumbs up. She then returned her attention back to V. “Cool. Good to see you’ve got someone in your corner now. Different moms or dads in the equation? If that’s not overstepping.”

“They have different mothers, yes.”

Morgan and V both looked over at Vergil, both seemingly surprised to hear him speak. He had been so quiet up until then that it was actually jarring to see him speak. When she looked back over at V, he gestured towards the older man, nodding in confirmation of what he assumed she had probably just figured out from that statement. “This is my father, Vergil. The one standing next to him is his brother, Dante. My uncle. And I believe you’ve already had some form of communication with Magnolia.”

“Is she your aunt or something like that?” She inquired, clearly noting the lack of a family resemblance. She then lingered on Vergil for a long moment in a manner that the Darkslayer couldn’t quite place. There was some emotion there that seemed familiar to him, but he genuinely couldn’t place the origin of it.

V pondered the question for a moment before nodding slightly, his head tilted somewhat to one side. He didn’t really know how to explain her relationship to him. After all, they were not related, but that didn’t really matter to him in much the same way that he imagined Lady and Trish not being related to Dante didn’t change anything. The only problem was that they didn’t have that kind of relationship, either. Perhaps something more familial, but not in a sibling sort of way. “Something more than that, but not by any blood or marital bonds.”

Magnolia blinked in surprise. She was clearly taken aback, but in a good way. And then that state of surprise instantly migrated to something else entirely. She was genuinely flattered, but she had to admit that the feeling was mutual. It was hard to place her finger on it, but V did indeed mean a great deal to her. She’d spend every moment since she’d helped bring him back from the space beyond death worrying that he would return there. She genuinely did care about him, and she was glad to see that he did, too.

Dante’s pupils dilated a few centimeters at the statement, a staggering amount of serotonin rushing to his brain as he seemed to physically process the fact that one of his nephews had actually just called him their uncle. It was true, after all. He was indeed their uncle… but he was certain that he’d never heard one of them actually say as much, and he was honestly expecting Nero to be the first one to ever bring it up. He felt a sudden urge to lay down. Or, at the very least, sit down. Something he did immediately.

Continuing to look at them both, Vergil joined his younger twin on the couch, seemingly pleasantly surprised that his eldest son had actually mentioned their relation to him and not just their names. He would not have objected if he had, either way, he was taken off guard by his son’s sudden moment of transparency. Morgan had clearly earned his trust.

“Nice to meet you all.” She said with a soft but pleasant smile as she looked at each of the people that he had just introduced. Especially you, Nero. Us annoying little siblings have to stick together, you know?”

“I think I like her, V,” Nero said, making a sound somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. She reminded him of Nico in a way, except much less overtly chaotic. Well, at least so far. She had kicked a dude off of a truck and down a mountain to his probable death as a young teenager. That was pretty hardcore.

“And speaking of annoying siblings…” She made her way across the short space between her and Bren, only to pull her leg back and kick him full force in the shin. He yelped and hopped up and down, her foot clearing finding its mark with devastating force. She folded her arms across his chest, shaking her head as he regained his composure, clearly dissatisfied. “Brenowin Linquist! Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now? My High School graduation is tomorrow! What the hell did you do this time?!”

“Using the first and last name, hu? Looks like I’m dead already and I just don’t know it.” He shrugged in embarrassment, clearly genuinely ashamed of his actions. Morgan never yelled. She got excited, but it was rare for her to raise her voice in anger. “I thought you said you hated that preppy school full of rich kids and that you weren't even going to that graduation ceremony in the first place.”

“Oh, I’m not. But you still would have made me miss it if I wasn’t planning on not going.” She shook her head and sat down on Magnolia’s stairs. She seemed to watch everyone silently for a moment before shrugging and

“You know what? That’s a good point. I’m sorry about all of this. It’s my fault. Again. I really hope you can forgive me for it one day.”

Magnolia’s brow furrowed. “Wait… your graduation is in late September? That doesn’t seem quite right. I’m surprised that your school has a graduation ceremony at all.”

The young woman nodded in agreement. “Normally it would have been in June, but then Redgrave City happened and the parents of almost a third of the school died or went missing, so they decided to push it back and have us come back in September if we still wanted to do it. Guess it would have been a major downer to watch like half of the students and faculty cry hysterically on the stage, and they just have to keep up appearances at all costs, ya know?” She shrugged nebulously, but it was obvious that there was some sort of history there. None of them were going to ask about it, however. Especially not Vergil. He was too busy trying his level best to will himself out of the room, the reality of the indirect (and somewhat direct) results of his actions weighing down on him like a tin can in a hydraulic press. He really had done that to them, hadn’t he…

“Rich kids aren’t allowed to show that they have feelings. The school taught us that much. They would have probably waited to tell us our families died just so that it didn’t interfere with our test scores if the timings had coincided. The school has a reputation for having the best test scores or whatever. But the disaster just missed the testing period so they didn’t need to.” Bren folded his arms, shaking his head. He certainly didn’t miss that damn school. He had her beat by two years, but that didn’t mean that anything was different. The same teachers that taught his sister had probably taught him.

“... Why not go just to spite them? They probably say you leave and are expecting you to stay away, sure of their victory against you. I get the distinct impression that they weren't very welcoming to you during your time spent there.”

Everyone in the room turned and looked at V like he’d just grown a second head. That was something that they genuinely would have expected to hear come from Vergil’s mouth. And Vergil seemed to agree, his interest clearly piqued. It seemed that even V had his moments. It was almost humbling to know that he too felt this way about how others acted towards him from time to time.

“I get the feeling you're speaking from personal experience?” Bren said, raising an eyebrow. He seemed genuinely shocked that V had said that. He didn’t seem like he was that passive-aggressive, but then again, they had just met and he was basing that assumption entirely off of how quiet he was and how meek he seemed to be. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he was wrong.

“You would be correct,” V said simply, looking down at the floor for a moment. It hadn’t occurred to him until then that he’d never really told them anything about his teenage years. Everything that had happened between his childhood and the time that he’d met Morgan was difficult and not a topic that he discussed lightly. Perhaps one day, but not in front of a stranger, and certainly not right now. This wasn’t the time.

Realizing that this had the potential to become an incredibly uncomfortable conversation, they decided to change the subject. After all, they had more pressing matters to attend to. V’s curse and the situation that Morgan had unfortunately found herself in were going to be their top priorities. And it seemed that the easiest way of fixing both of those problems was to get rid of their pressure and go after Belial. At this point, it was the only thing they could do. But how to go up against an opponent that they couldn’t find or effectively do battle against? This was going to be tough, but they had been through tuff before. They could do this. They just needed more information and an actual plan.

“By any chance, are you the ones that everyone is talking about on the news? Because you look like them, and ya kinda look like you just got out of a fight. No offense.” Morgan chuckled to herself as shook her head. V just attracted crazy people and trouble like a moth to a flame didn’t he. “Everyone is saying that you keep showing up to save the day during these huge disasters. Were you there during the Redgrave incident? And as for the graduation… I just might. You make a good point.”

“Whatever brings you satisfaction,” V said in an almost sinister tone that took them off guard. Nero shook his head slightly and laughed to himself. Sometimes he forgot that V could be an utterly terrifying force of nature when he wanted to be. Perhaps it was best that he kept his older sibling away from a school filled with spoiled, rude brats. But somehow he had the feeling that V had prior with exactly that sort of peer group. That little peek into his past had revealed quite a bit, and now he could speculate. It would explain his lack of interest in social interaction. Children could be cruel.

“Actually… yea, you're not wrong. They’re talking about all of us. They’ve just never seen everyone at once. We kinda turn up to get rid of the demons during stuff like that.” Dante said casually. There was no point in hiding it. She was right, and they didn’t have time to waste on mysteries. “Me and Vergil weren't at the station just now, but Nero and V were. And Lucia. And… um….” He didn’t know the slightest bit about Flora. In fact, her name escaped him at the moment. Had they even met before? She’d been at V’s house the entire time, so he couldn’t be sure.

“Flora. I’m Flora. Don’t worry about me though. I’m with her” She said pointing at Magnolia,” And not with them. Well, I’m with them, but we're not related or anything. I just came to town to help out about two weeks ago. Field studies and all that. You know how it is. Or maybe you don’t. Look I don’t-” She stopped abruptly, deciding to chew her gum instead of saying more. Everything that had just happened had completely destroyed her will to live. She wasn’t good at introductions. At all.

V kicked himself internally for forgetting to mention Lucia. She’d been right there, after all. He just hadn’t really known what to say. “Lucia is an old friend of Dante’s. She’s not related to any of us, at least from what we know.”

Lucia nodded, giggling to herself quietly. If they’d only known. She was not, in fact, a descendant of the Dark Knight Sparda. But her mother and Dante and Vergil’s father had been close for years. For all they knew, it could have very well turned out differently should he had not met Eva. She couldn’t say. She only had her mother’s stories to go off of, and she didn’t particularly want to know those stories. Too much personal information, especially if something more substantial had occurred.

He looked down at his arm, noticing that he’d been rubbing it idly for a few minutes now. V wasn’t entirely sure what had made him notice, but he was inexplicably drawn to it all of a sudden. And when he did look at it, he felt his blood run slightly cold. He’d been gone from the house for entirely too long.

“Perhaps it is best that we head to my house. It would be a better place to discuss this… “

Noticing the slight hint of worry in V’s voice, Vergil nodded. It was best that they take both of them somewhere more secure. Well, all three of them, actually. They could keep a better eye on them all if they were in one place. “Yes, I believe it is time to give Magnolia her house back. We have matters to attend to.”

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I’M BACK, EVERYONE! I’ve missed you all, but I am so very glad that you talked me into taking a little break! I didn’t see your wonderful messages until now, and I just wanted to say that I genuinely adore all of you, and your kindness was very much needed and appreciated. Your encouragement and compassion meant the world to me, and I’m happy to say now that I’m okay and ready to keep writing! From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! I’m excited to see you all again in the comments and on Friday! Take care!

#Hiraeth #V #Dante #Vergil #Nero #Lucia #My OC's #My DMC OC's #DMC

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eirabach · 4 years

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Brother’s Keeper [1/2]

I wanted to write some John and Gordon shenanigans and this happened instead. An episode tag to EOS and SOS Part 2 written over two parts because more than 1k at once is beyond me.

He expects Scott, and apparently so does Alan, skittering away as he does before Three's even cooled down. It had been Scott to insist upon his return, after all, all gritted teeth and clenched jaw and John hadn't wanted to, not in the least, but he knows when he's beaten and he knows when Scott's about to have a stroke. Leaving Eos, whatever she may be, alone had seemed considerably less dangerous, on balance, than refusing a man with Scott's resting blood pressure.

He wishes it was Scott.

The figure behind dad's desk looks oddly out of place. Too bright, maybe. Too small, and yet too much all at once. John remembers, with the awful clarity of all traumatic childhood memories, the moment his mother had tucked his very own baby brother into his arms, how the wires and tubes had curled around his fingers and caught on his sweater. How he'd looked at him with all the sweet minded sincerity of a preschooler and thought What am I supposed to do with you?

Not much has changed.

"Welcome to the consequences of your own actions," Gordon drawls. There's a half eaten celery crunch bar on the desk, damp hand prints on the french polish. "Scott's been called out."

John raises an eyebrow. "And he asked you to debrief me?"

Gordon smiles, tilts his head to one side, then stuffs the rest of the crunch bar in his mouth. "Nah."

A prickle of sweat erupts at the back of John's neck and settles, clammy and unpleasant, under the collar of the suit he's yet to remove. He'd intended to handle Scott then head straight back up. Gordon wrangling, he knows from experience, is another matter.

"Where's Virgil?" he asks, and despite his best efforts he knows his voice isn't as steady as it should be, could be. Gordon just chews. Stares. John shuffles his weight, gravity messing with his balance. Gravity, and maybe, maybe, guilt.

"I'm sorry about Alan."

Gordon doesn't look like their father, not like Virgil does, doesn't fill his spot like Scott, but when he leans back in the chair, arms folded, and says "Alan?" he's every inch their father's son. "You think we're mad over Alan?"

"I shouldn't have put him in danger I --"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dad's chair creaks horribly as Gordon slams it forward. "Forget Alan."

A spluttered "Hey!" from the staircase.

Oh good. An audience.

John backs off, already calculating the required rate of reentry for the space elevator.

"If Scott's out I should get back --"

"Why?"

It's the way he says it that has John pause. Sharp. Bitter in a way that Gordon almost never is, and John knows why. He knows why, just as Gordon knows why he's itching to return to Five. It's just that they don't usually have to say any of it. Not with Scott and Virgil around, anyway. They play their roles so well, smoothing over cracks formed from panic, that seeing those cracks written over Gordon’s face is -- perturbing, to say the least.

John wonders, vaguely, if Gordon ever sees the same stress fissures on him.

"Are you worried?" Gordon asks, utterly unnecessary but then that's always Gordon's way.

"About Scott?" That's not necessary either, because Gordon's already shaking his head before John's finished speaking, already on his feet before John can back away.

"No, Scott knows what he’s doing.” This is only partially true, in John’s experience, but anything else would be an admittance. A weakness. A dent in the armour that Gordon has forgotten to wear.

“Right.” And John’s looking for the exit, but Gordon’s already his side of the desk glaring up at him with an expression of determination that has never, in all their lives together, meant anything other than Gordon Getting His Way. “So you don’t need to go back, do you.”

“I should --”

“For fuck’s sake, John! You could have died!”

“It wasn’t that bad.” But Gordon’s way too close now, far too close to lie to, “It worked out okay.”

“And if it hadn’t?”

“But it did.”

Gordon’s face is all screwed up now, pink and angry looking just like that scrawny little baby had been, and it -- it infuriates him, honestly. Because hasn’t he sat and watched? Hasn't he sat and watched hundreds and hundreds of times and Gordon -- Gordon watches once and he thinks he has the right to --

The air rushes from his lungs as over five and a half feet of solid muscle collides with his solar plexus, gravity and little brother combining to send him flying several steps backwards until he’s caught by the back of a couch. Gordon clings with a fierceness only equalled by the rather colourful language he growls into John’s shoulder and John, John knows what to do with rogue AIs and panicked rescuees, but when faced with the full fury of a Gordon hug he’s left flapping his hands rather uselessly at his brother’s back and looking about frantically for rescue. Alan shrugs at him from the stairs with an expression that says I don’t know what you expected.

Scott, yelling.

Maybe a punch.

A punch would have been quicker.

Possibly more pleasant.

Definitely less constricting.

"I feel like this has been an unnecessarily long hug.”

“Yeah, well. Didn’t know if I was gonna get the chance to again did I?”

John sighs, as best he can with Gordon doing his best boa impression around his ribcage. “It’s a risk we take, Gords, you know that.”

“Yeah, of course I just --” Gordon pulls away, doesn’t quite meet his eyes, something in his expression that John doesn’t know quite how to name. “Wasn’t expecting it to be you with the noble sacrifice act.”

“You have a preference?” He’s trying to make light of it, a bit. And normally -- normally Gordon would be the first one to take the hint, would be right there with him turning it into a joke, just a close-call-cum-classic-story. Gordon would roll his eyes at Scott and distract Virgil and comfort Alan. Gordon wouldn’t look at him like this, like he’s stupid.

“Of course I do, idiot,” he says, all affection but still with that odd look about him, and John -- John who watches and listens and knows, John who never misses a trick, a warning, can’t afford to, never will --

John just laughs, ruffles blond hair and, “All right, All right. I won’t tell Scott.”

Gordon doesn’t laugh. Just looks at him. And something John doesn’t quite understand curls behind his sternum. Just a heavy, sick little thing that doesn’t quite deserve the name dread but doesn’t ever really go away. Just sits. And waits. Nameless and illogical.

It’s two years before it rears its head again, exposes itself for what it is, what it always has been, and by then --

Gordon, you’ve activated your emergency code.

Gordon?

Gordon!

It’s too late.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tag rewatch #EOS #john tracy #gordon tracy #this took a turn #clare vs writers block

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I DONT THINK I HAVE EVER SHIPPED ANYTHING MORE THAN ELLIOT/MORGAN OTHER THAN STUCKY. PLEASE IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEES SCREAMING FOR A PART 2

here honey here have a part two that’s like a prequel but not but it is mwah

i should try following a timeline huh

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The worst day of Elliot’s life, and he’s barely five years old.

He was blue, Morgan was wearing a sunny yellow dress that didn’t quite reach her knees and billowed around her when she ran.

The blue wasn’t supposed to show up, but he slipped and fell off the ladder to Morgan’s treehouse, scraping up his left knee pretty badly. Morgan ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, yelling for her parents to come help.

That was the first time he thought yellow could be a nice color—yellow means sun, sun is hot, hot isn’t good. But it’s nice and happy on Morgan, it dulls the pain in his knee for a little bit.

She comes dashing back to him dragging her dad behind her. “He’s hurt, you gotta fix him!”

“I’ll need some new batteries for this one,” Mr. Stark smiles, scooping him into his arms and brushing away a stray tear with his thumb, carrying him back to the house. “Miss Morgan, will you run ahead and fetch us an ice pack and a band aid?”

She bolts off ahead of the other two, Elliot still sniffling into Tony’s shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind.

Plopping Elliot on the countertop, Mr. Stark cleans up the scrape with a wet cloth and flicks water at his teary little face, looking for a smile again.

“Y’know, I broke an actual bone one time,” Morgan offers, patting his leg with a comforting little hand. “My baby toe, it snapped off!”

“You stubbed it, sweetheart,” her dad corrects with a small smile, “that doesn’t count as broken.”

But it brings a little laugh to Elliot’s eyes, and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “So y’only have nine toes?”

“Yup.” She looks down at her bare feet and counts for a moment. “Wait...no, this time there’s eleven.”

The little boy laughs, much to Tony’s relief. He’d rather not have to answer to an overprotective, angry god for hurting his son on his watch—while the two of them have of course reached a mutual understanding, being thrown out another window isn’t exactly something he looks forward to.

“All clean,” he hums, ruffling a hand through Elliot’s curls. “Let’s get some ice on this and we’ll seal the deal with a bandaid, alright?

It’s a fun ice pack, one of those ones shaped like a little cartoon animal—this one’s a turtle, smiling up at him as Tony sets the ice pack on Elliot’s bruised knee.

A few seconds later, Morgan is staring and Tony is desperately trying not to.

Elliot wipes his nose again with a sniffle and catches a glance of his hand as he moves, his heart dropping.

He’s, um...blue.

His skin is all patchy, spots of blue spreading over his arms and legs and he’s sure it’s going to his face, too.

A hollow feeling settles in the pit of his stomach and he taps Tony on the shoulder.

“Mr. Stark?” He whispers, hoping Morgan doesn’t overhear. “Is it—is it on my face?”

Tony gives him a reassuring smile and nods. “It looks awesome,” he tries to assure him, but Elliot drops his head to his hands.

“I wanna go home, Mr. Stark,” he mumbles. “Please, I wanna go home.”

He peeks out from behind blue fingers to find Morgan still staring, mouth open in a surprised little gape, and his eyes start swimming with tears when she won’t look away.

“Please don’t look at me,” he whispers, and Tony quickly wraps him in a hug.

“Don’t worry, Elliot,” Tony chuckles nervously, tiptoeing around the sensitive subject at hand. “We, uh, we love when our friends can do cool things, don’t we, Morgan?”

No answer, and the little bit of hope left in Elliot’s blue heart is gone in a blink.

“Morgan?”

“Y-you’re blue.”

The pointed look Tony tries to shoot at his daughter falls short as Morgan takes a step closer, little index finger extended and—

Poke.

“Morgan,” Tony hisses, holding Elliot tighter when he flinches at her touch. “Don’t do that.”

“Ooo, you’re cold, too!” Morgan’s jaw has dropped, and she pokes him again. “Are you really a snowman?”

“Mr. Stark,” Elliot asks thickly, “please, c-can my dad come pick me up now?”

“Of course, little guy. Friday, get his parents on the phone?”

It’s barely minutes until you’re knocking on their door, piecing together what’s going on when Tony opens the door with your almost completely blue kid hoisted onto one hip, Morgan still stunned and staring behind him.

“We hit a little hiccup,” Tony explains, and Elliot rushes over to you, burying his face in your knees. “He fell off the ladder to the treehouse, bumped a knee, I thought an ice pack might help...my bad.”

“That’s not your fault,” you assure him, running a comforting hand through Elliot’s hair. “Thank you for having him over, Tony, I’m sorry, we should’ve...y’know, warned you.”

“No, don’t worry about it. He’s you and Loki’s kid, I expected a hell of a lot worse.” He winks and squats down, rubbing a hand over Elliot’s back. “When that knee gets better, kid, you’ll have to come back over, I—”

“HEY!!”

Morgan’s broken out of her daze, gaze landing on you and raising an arm to point at you with wide eyes.

“Did you know he turns blue??”

“I did, actually,” you chuckle, but Elliot just hugs your legs tighter. “Pretty cool, right?”

Morgan gapes, that finger frozen in midair. “Do you turn blue, too?”

“Nope.” You smile over at her, waving away Tony’s wince. “He gets it from his dad!”

“Daddy,” she gasps, “lookit, his eyes’re red now, too—”

“That’s enough, Morgan.”

Tony scoops her into his arms. “We’ll see you next time, Elliot, alright?”

Judging from the tears starting to soak through your pants, he won’t be answering any time soon.

Mouthing I’m so sorry one more time to you, Tony gives you a last apologetic smile and closes the door, just as Morgan starts blabbering again.

“That was freaky, dad, he got real cold and blue, and his eyes—”

“C’mon, kiddo.” You bend down to lift Elliot into your arms with a wheeze—“you’re getting pretty big for this, hm? Growing up so fast. Lets get you home.”

“Mommy?”

Buckling him into his car seat, you pause and press a kiss to his little blue forehead. “What’s up, sweetie?”

“Are you scared of me?”

Your jaw drops with a shocked little huff and you buckle the last strap, patting his knee and looking him straight in the deep, blood-red eye.

“I absolutely am not.”

“But I’m a monster,” he whispers, eyes glistening. “Like dad, right?”

“Wrong,” you nearly choke, a lump forming in your throat. “No, Elliot, no, no, no, you and dad aren’t monsters, where’d you get that idea?”

“But we’re blue, a-and our eyes turn red—”

“Listen to me, Elliot.” Brushing some curls off his forehead, your voice turns stern. “Just because you’re a different...different colour than other people, doesn’t make you any less than them, do you hear me?”

The little boy wipes his nose and nods.

“And it would never make you a monster,” you assure him. “You are beautiful, Elliot. Inside and out. And you know what?”

“What?”

You tap a finger against his blue chest with a small smile.

“This heart right here? It’s yours and no one else’s. And I don’t care what body is carrying it, I’m going to love you because of the pure, beautiful heart you have inside.”

The corner of Elliot’s mouth twitches, almost a tiny smile.

“Does that make sense?” You laugh quietly, giving his seatbelt a tug. “It means that I love you, Elliot, no matter what colour you are or how cold you might get. I’m still gonna hug you.”

He giggles then, teary and hesitant, but right away opens his arms to wrap around your neck when you hug him tight.

“Makes sense,” he whispers, sniffling into your shoulder amidst giggles. “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you, too, kiddo.”

Hugging is difficult when you’re working around a car seat, but you stay there in Elliot’s arms until he sniffs and loosens his grip.

“Monster,” you scoff with a laugh, rubbing your eyes and giving Elliot one last kiss on the cheek. “Who made you think that, sweetie? I’d like to have a word with them.”

You wink and smack your fist into the palm of your other hand, bringing another adorable little laugh from your son.

“Don’t beat him up,” he giggles, shaking his hair out of his face—he needs a haircut, these curls are getting out of control. “I heard it from daddy, so you can’t beat him up!”

“Wha—excuse me??”

“Dad thinks it sometimes,” Elliot explains. “I hear it in his head! He’s really loud in his head, y’know? S’weird, he’s quiet outside, but inside he’s super loud—”

“Dad said that?” Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

“He never said it...just in his head. I dunno, I just hear him sometimes when he’s too loud.”

“O-okay.” Taking a shaky breath, you give your kid a half-hearted smile and go get behind the wheel. “Well, um, sometimes...sometimes dad thinks the wrong thing.”

“But dad’s always right,” Elliot grins.

“Not always...” you anxiously chew your lip as you drive, mind racing. Your son having these kinds of thoughts is one thing, but if he’s hearing it from his father?

You thought Loki was getting better with that whole “monster” image of himself.

“I’ll talk to him,” you promise your kid with a sure smile. “But dad’s wrong. You’re not a monster, and neither is he. That’s the bad parts of dad’s brain talking. Don’t listen to those bad parts, you understand?”

Elliot nods, gaze drifting to the trees zipping by. “I don’t think dad’s a monster,” he says simply, more to himself than anything, it seems. “I love him.”

You try, but just can’t stop the lone tear that slips down your cheek. “So do I,” you hoarsely reply. “I love him, too.”

Years.

It’s been years, and that’s still not enough?

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jeontaeh · 3 years

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THREE³

There was an awkward silence.

The only sound in the room was, well, none because there's no goddamn sound in space. Just their breathing, little clanks from here and there, and the small woosh of the engine.

There were 7 of them, and none of them spoke. Jungkook had his head in his hands. Taehyung was looking out the big window. Jimin looked distraught and a little heartbroken. Yoongi was drinking from a flask and everyone was pretending they didn't see. Hoseok was on the chair with his legs propped up on the side of the chair. Jin was lying on the floor face first.

Namjoon was the only one doing shit. He had his tablet out, pressing quick buttons on his tablet and then on the communications table.

"Engineering, you don't know shit about Communications. Get off before you accidentally contact that planet full of cannibal aliens." Yoongi said, and Namjoon pursed his lips.

"I have a name." Namjoon snapped, and Yoongi scoffed. "Right Sorry- uh- Seokjin."

"That's me." Jin said, raising his head a bit to look at Yoongi. "Oh shit, sorry." Yoongi said.

"It's fine, Jimin." Yoongi said, and Jimin sighed. "I'm Jimin."

"I don't know which one of them is Taehyung and which is Jungkook." Hoseok admitted, looking at the ceiling of the ship.

"The one that doesn't look like a wanna be android is Jungkook." Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"The one who doesn't look like he just dipped his head in period blood is Taehyung." Taehyung retorted.

"Yeah.. your mom's." Jungkook mumbled back, and Taehyung just ave him a pissed off look.

Namjoon yelled. "Ah!"

Everyone shut up. "Jesus Christ- what's wrong?" Jin asked, and Namjoon placed the tablet down and groaned. "No signal. No fucking signal."

"Maybe- maybe we should move? At least try and find the Galactic patrol to get through to the other galaxy-" Jimin suggested, and Namjoon sighed. "We can't. There's no patrol here. This entire place and the galaxies on either side are undiscovered territory. So we're alone."

"Ugh. Can't we go to that galaxy which has that planet which is all girls?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung scoffed.

"We're stuck in the middle of nowhere and you;re thinking about girls? What are you, straight?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shot him a glare.

"I am." Jungkook snapped, and Jimin gasped. "Really? I've never met a straight person before." Jimin said, and Jin hummed. "Me either."

It took planet earth many years and year, but somehow, more than 60% of the population of Humans were bisexual. The 40% was the people who liked one gender. But it's fine. Everything's accepted, it's fucking 3418. No one was homophobic. They left that shit behind a thousand years ago.

"Y'know what, I think it's best if we don't move. Just stay in one spot, until we get some help. Mrs. Tin-"

"Yin."

"Mrs. Yin will send some help, of course she will. We just need to waist. And there doesn't seem to be any disturbance the satellites are picking up around us, so we are fine." Namjoon said, and the guys hummed in agreement.

Another awkward silence.

"Let's play a game." Hoseok said, and everyone looked at him. "A game? What are we, 4 years old?"

"Do you have anything better to do? Exactly. So let's just get to know each other because I don't know shut about anyone." Hoseok said, and then Namjoon hummed.

"Yeah, that's cool. I'll go first. I'm Kim Namjoon, I'm 21, and I spend most of my time in the library." Namjoon said, and Jin chuckled.

"Heyy- you're that guy that helped me with my homework that one time. Thanks, man." Jin said, and Namjoon gave him a look and smiled a little. "Yup. I'm that guy."

"Great. My turn. I'm Jung Hoseok, also 21, and I really like dancing and fixing shit, which is why I'm in engineering."

"Cool. I'm Jin, 23. You guys probably know me. Like, not know-know me. But know me. I'm pretty popular." Jin said, and the guys hummed. "Yeah, we know you, Jin. You're like, president of every club you join."

"True."

"Okay I'm Park Jimin. I'm 20. I just found out my girlfriend cheated on me with that guy," Jimin said, whose eyes widened. "And though I want to kill him, we'll probably get home soon, and I don't have that kind of energy in my life." Jimin said with a smile, and then sat down.

Jungkook cleared his throat, giving a small smile to Jimin, who ignored it. Yoongi stood up.

"I'm 22 and I'm tired." Yoongi said, and then sat back down.

"Is your name 22 or is it tired?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Got it."

"Okayyy- I'm Kim Taehyung. I'm 20. My mother is one eighth jupiterian, which is why I have grey eyes-"

"Your dad fucked an alien?!" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung frowned at him. Everyone paused for a second, and then Jungkook realised what he said came out weird, and he cleared his throat.

"I mean- oh my god your dad fucked an alien.. congrats." Jungkook said quickly, looking down. Taehyung pursed his lips and then looked back at the other guys.

"....Anyways. I like reading books from time to time." Taehyung said, and Jungkook arched his eyebrow.

"What's that?"

"Huh?" Taehyung said.

"What's a book?"

"Oh my god."

"No I'm serious-"

"It's like words but written on paper and shit." Jin said, and Jungkook frowned. "Paper? Like that shit from trees? People used to skin trees?"

"Oh my god are you fucking dumb?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook pursed his lips at his words and then huffed and stood up.

"I'm Jungkook. I like space exploration because going out in space is fun. I'm 18." Jungkook said, and then sat back down.

"Going out in space is fun- Jesus Christ, couldn't get a dumber answer. Makes sense since you;re a child." Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands, and Jungkook frowned.

"I'm literally 2 years younger than you,"

"You're a baby."

"Fight fight fight fight-" Yoongi started chanting, and Jimin giggled at him. Taehyung turned away from Jungkook and faced the rest of the guys, who all looked bored.

Another awkward silence.

"Hey what if that woman just left us and we're here all alone forever?" Jin said, and everyone gulped, because the fact that the statement was plausible scared the shit out of everyone.

"Guess we'll just die." Yoongi said, and Jimin giggled again, playfully nudging his foot.

"We won't die. No one's dying. Not yet, we're only 20-"

"Jungkook's 18."

"Dude shut the FUCK up-"

"Holy shit someone get silver away from cherry over here," Hoseok said quickly, and Jungkook just got up and walked away himself, feeling a little annoyed, staring daggers at Taehyung.

"Okay, good thing is. We have two engineers, two communications, one medical, and two explorers." Namjoon said, and Hoseok hummed. "Don't really need two engineers."

"I know, but the more the merrier I guess." Namjoon said.

"That's what she said," Jungkook giggled, and then looked at Namjoon, laughing with his mouth open, until Namjoon didn't laugh and Jungkook shut up, looking forward.

"Holy shit this is awkward. I'm gonna take a tour of the ship." Yoongi said, and then stood up. "I'll come with." Hoseok mumbled, and he got up with him and they walked to the other side of the ship whee the other rooms were.

"I wanna go check out the kitchen in this place." Jimin said, and Jin stood up. "I'll come." And they both walked out.

Namjoon was still looking at the communications table, pressing some stuff, muddling around files and information. Jungkook gave him a look, and then turned and saw Taehyung standing beside him.

"Wanna check out the rooms?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook frowned. "With you?"

"Or you could just sit around here and bask in your piss. Jesus- I'm just asking." Taehyung snapped, and both heard Namjoon sigh.

"Can you kids get out of here? I'm trying to work." Namjoon said, and Jungkook and Taehyung both paused at his words and just found themselves nodding and walking out of the control room.

"So, Kim Taehyung. Funny I never noticed you on campus." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung smirked as the two continued walking through the halls of this ship. "Why, because I'm so attractive?"

"No, because I wouldn't notice someone cosplaying as the tin man for sure." Jungkook replied cockily, and Taehyung raised his eyebrow.

"It's my natural hair colour, unlike you.... Wannabe little mermaid headass." Taehyung retorted under his breath, and Jungkook rolled his eyes, and they kept walking.

They finally reached the plate with the rooms, and saw 8 rooms. Both grinned, thankful they were getting their own rooms, at least. They entered one, and then gasped.

"Dude it's like a hotel room in here, holy shit." Jungkook whispered, and it truly was. The floor was carpeted and the beds were big and plush and there were huge windows lining the wall, along with dim lights that turned on because, y-know, lights were activated by kinetic energy now.

There was a bare wall on the other side of the bed, and Taehyung placed his hand on the wall, and a screen showed up, and it read Welcome on it.

"Welcome indeed." Taehyung said, tracing his hand over the screen.

Jungkook snickered. "That's what she said."

"What?"

"Like- well come." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds. "Like- it's- it's a joke on- it's a play on words on orgasming-"

"Dude, I get it. I'm just not 12 so I didn't find it funny." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking high strung I assume you're walking around with a dildo up your ass," Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung looked at him, his silver eyes darkening.

"What did you just say?" Taehyung said lowly, and Jungkook pushed past him, walking out of the room. Jungkook saw Jin and Jimin holding a whole basket in their hands.

"You guys there's so much food in here! Like, everything!" Jimin squealed, and Jin grinned happily and both of them giggled and rushed to the little dining room place with hovering chairs and what not.

Yoongi and Hoseok walked out of the lounge room, and they were both grinning. "So fucking cool."

"I know right."

"What?" Taehyung asked, and Hoseok and Yoongi looked at them. "The lounge has one of those 6d virtual headsets and it has all the video games we like." Hoseok said, and they both continued talking to each other while walking into the lounge.

Namjoon walked out of the control room, cursing under his breath and placing his tablet against the wall, it's inbuilt wall mount acting up. Namjoon looked frustrated, so Taehyung sighed.

"Namjoon, don't worry. We'll get communications somehow. Let's just go eat for now." Taehyung said, and Namjoon nodded, giving Taehyung a grateful smile.

"Thanks Taehyung. I'm just worried we'll be stuck here for longer than a day or two." Namjoon said, and then two responses came at once.

"We'll be fine!"

"We're fucked."

Namjoon and Taehyung glared at Jungkook, who scoffed. "What! Am I wrong?"

"No, but just learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes, cherry." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook frowned as Taehyung gave Namjoon a sheepish shrug and they both snickered and walked into the dining room.

Jungkook, standing alone outside, huffed. "Cherry." Jungkook grumbled under his breath, and then walked into the dining room, seeing all the guys sitting on either sides of the table, some laughing.

"Yo this shit is so good," Hoseok said, biting into the pizza, while the other hummed in agreement, also digging into the food. Jungkook walked up to there, and grinning sarcastically.

"Great. There's six seats.2 Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him. "There are more dining rooms."

"I don't wanna sit alone." Jungkook snapped, and then decided to just stand and eat, because it's better than leaving. Jungkook grabbed a piece of fried chicken and bit into it, and moaned a little.

"Holy fuck, that's good." Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"In other news, a chicken leg turns an 18 year old on." Taehyung said in a news anchor voice, and Jimin laughed.

"Isn't this kind of weird?" Namjoon asked, and the boys looked at him. "Like- there's so much food.. and they don't stock the food until one or two days before takeoff. But from what I know, the Space Nova wasn't supposed ready to launch for at least another year. So why's there so much food here?"

Everyone stilled, but Jungkook continued biting into his fried chicken, and then gasped. "Ohh- Jin pass the mayo." Jungkook said, and everyone looked at him, and Jungkook blushed lightly and just grabbed the mayo himself.

"That is weird, Namjoon. It's weirder how no one stopped us from entering it properly. I mean, if the kitchen is stocked, technically that means this ships should've been taking off in a day or two, right? But I didn't see any cleaners or mechanics working on this ship." Yoongi said.

"Yeah. Usually before a ship, especially as big as this one, is due to venture out- there's many cleaners and people working in and out to make sure it's safe. 7 kids like us shouldn't have been allowed to just walk in with such little supervision.." Jin said, and everyone paused again, looking down at their food.

"Holy shit chocolate covered strawberries." Jungkook piped, and the guys looked at him in annoyance again as Jungkook reached forward to grab some.

"Jungkook I think you should just sit in the other dining room from now." Jimin suggested, and Jungkook frowned, and then they heard some loud beeping.

Message Alert. Message Alert. Message Alert.

Namjoon shot up in an instant and ran out, and everyone dropped their food and rushed out as well. Jungkook sighed, and then grabbed his drink and ran to the control room.

There was a big calling screen on the big window in the control room, and Namjoon pressed a button. "Mr. Disung?" Namjoon asked in relief, seeing the head of their University sitting against a chair, looking at a screen as well, probably.

Yes yes, hello. Kim Namjoon, right?" He said on the monitor, and Namjoon nodded, grinning.

"Sir, thank you so much for contacting us. We've been trying all day. We really just need some assistance from the Galactic Navy to get here, and-"

"Things aren't that easy, boys. There's no other ship like the Space Nova. None that travels that fast. Taking a normal ship and getting to where you are will take a long time." Mr. Disung said, and the boys frowned.

"W-what? Can't you- can't you do something, sir? We can't be stuck here for a long time- we'll run out of supplies!" Hoseok said, and Mr. Disung sighed.

"Here's the thing, boys," Mr. Disung said, and then smiled gravely. "Your safety is our utmost priority."

"Then act like it!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung smacked his head from behind, shutting him up.

"However, we understand how-how fatal this can be to the media. If they find out that the Navy let go of seven students aboard a mega ship, we'll get major backlash." Mr. Disung said.

"Oh no that's so sad." Yoongi said, not a hint of sadness in his tone. "But when can we come home?"

"Boys, I've talked to my superiors. And they've advised me this. We suggest you make your way back to Proioxis yourselves." Mr. Disung said.

"What?!" Jimin snapped, and Mr. Disung nodded. They couldn't help but notice how Mr. Disung kept looking off camera, almost nervously, like he was reading lines. "The Galactic Navy has decided that you seven can provide us some help. Make your way back to Proioxis, and in between, perhaps complete some missions for us and venture in some planets. You have explorers with you, right?"

Mr. Disung looked right at Jungkook and Taehyung, who huffed, both scowling.

"Wait- sir, we're like, 20. We don't know much about this- it-it could be dangerous. Are you sure the Navy said to leave us hanging out here to come back on our own?" Namjoon asked, and Mr. Disung, again looked off camera, gulped, and looked back.

"Yes. Yes you will come back on your own. We'll try to contact you and give you directions the best that we can. We have sent you a map for the way back. It should take around two weeks, but you will be fine." Mr. Disung chuckled, and before anyone could protest, the call ended. And on the screen popped up a file.

Map to Proioxis Cloud

"What the fuck?" Jin let out, looking at them. "This- this is... not okay." Jin said, and Namjoon nodded, looking torn and confused and both.

"How can they just leave us without any back up? We don't have rayguns, or-or anything." Yoongi said.

"I don't know if that food will last two weeks." Jimin piped.

"I don't know if we'll last two weeks." Yoongi mumbled.

"What if we get lost?" Hoseok said, and Jungkook gulped.

"Is-is this bad?" Jungkook asked, and the guys looked a bit sympathetic, but Taehyung groaned.

"Yes, Cherry, it's bad. We could die." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gulped, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Hey hey, guys, let's not lose hope. We have a map, right? And it's just two weeks. It could be much worse. Plus, we can just call the Galactic Navy or Mr. Disung whenever we need help. We're fine. We- we have two explorers. Two communications. One medical. And two engineers. We're more than fine." Namjoon said, trying to lighten the mood.

"But no Captain." Jungkook pointed out, and Yoongi nodded. "Yeah. No Captain."

There was a small silence, and then suddenly all the boys looked up and looked at Namjoon, who was looking at the floor tentatively. Namjoon felt eyes on him, and looked up, and frowned when he saw the six boys looking at him with wide eyes.

"Why... are you all staring at me?"

"You can be our captain!" Jimin said, and the guys grinned, but Namjoon scowled.

"What? No, I'm only 21-"

"And?? Dude, you're proved to be good at communications and engineering. And as I said, we don't need two engineers." Hoseok said, and Taehyung hummed.

"Don't need two explorers either."

"Shut the fuck-"

"Are you guys sure?" Namjoon asked, and then Jin walked up to him.

"Namjoon, you'll be a good leader. You're perfect for this role. Plus, didn't you want to be captain?" Jin asked, and then smiled with Namjoon blushed a little. "Exactly. So get your butt on that chair and let's get moving, Mr. Captain." Jin grinned, and Namjoon did as well, and then walked over to the Captain's chair and sat down slowly.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever done." Namjoon whispered, placing his arms on the armrest of the chair.

"Chair kink.." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung tried to elbowed him lightly. Jungkook grabbed his elbow before he could do anything though, and Taehyung turned and saw Jungkook standing kind of close.

"Nice wenis." Jungkook whispered to him, and Taehyung scowled.

"What the fuck?"

"This." Jungkook said, and then touched the skin on Taehyung's elbow. "It's called a wenis." Jungkook said, and Taehyung watched as Jungkook started laughing, and Taehyung just pulled his arm back, rolling his eyes with a small smirk on his face.

"Somehow, by being in the middle of all of this, being stuck with you might be the hardest part, Cherry." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gave him a small smile.

"You'll learn to love me." Jungkook replied, and Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, and then they both heard coughing.

"Silver and Red are flirting, I repeat, Silver and Red-"

"Shut up, Jimin." Jungkook snapped, and Jimin giggled, getting a whack on the head by Taehyung. "Hey! I'm just practicing for when you guys go out to explore."

"The real question is- who's the Dora and who's the Boots." Yoongi said, and then winked, making all of them laugh. Taehyung snickered and rolled his eyes, but Jungkook frowned in confusion.

"How does that even make sense?"

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Cozy Cove: Old wounds

Previous in Cozy Cove: Saved by an Angel , A side of tits with your pancakes, Fires Burn Ho , Spending the Nights, Learning and Loving, The end id not always the end, Axel Grease , Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass, Dangerous Waters

Warnings: smut talk, very angsty, talk of a parent leaving children, fear of alcohol abuse.

A silver of afternoon bright sunshine snakes its way through where the blackout curtains come together. It beamed right on to still sleeping Axel and Susie. She further buries her face in Axel’s chest.

He snorts covering his eyes with his free hand. The other resting on her back, “Close the curtain, baby girl.”

Susie whines without moving.

“I got it Mr. Axel,” Carol whispered. “Rest as long as you need, I will clean quietly.”

“Thanks, Carol,” Axel mumbled. “Put coffee on?”

“Of course, Sir,” She picked up some cloths on the floor and put them in his dirty cloths basket to go do laundry.

A half hour later, the couple woke slowly to the smell of coffee. Susie stretched rolling to her other side. Axel kissed her shoulder softly before getting up, grabbing some cloths and heading to the shower. The hot water felt amazing as he stood there with his head down, palms flat against the wall, as the water beats over him.

The door slides open for Susie to get in with him. She wraps her arms around him and lays on his back. Axel stands. He turns towards her smiling down as droplets of water tumble off his hair, down his nose to the tip of hers.

“How are you doing this morning Babe?” He grabs a shampoo bottle squirting some in his palm. “Turn around.” He starts to wash her hair.

Susie turned closing her eyes as she leaned her head back a bit for Axel to wash her hair. “I’m a little sort, Daddy.” She muttered.

Axel grinned, “Not when anyone is in the house Babe. That little game is between you and me. Would you like to have an interview for that mechanics job you want? We can make it like a game.” He rinses her hair and adds conditioner combing it out gentle.

“Yes, I would love that.” She smiles wide keeping her eyes shut as Axel rinses her hair. “Only I don’t think of that as a game, Axel. An interview with any company is to be taken seriously.”

“Maybe you are always to Serious Susie Q, but I guess I will find that out in a few hours.” He washes every part of her.

Susie giggles, “I am perfectly capable of washing myself, Axel.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I just like to take care of you if it is alright?”

“I guess it’s fine,” She turned as he rinsed her with the handheld shower head.

“Now go get a nice sundress on,” He opened the back of the shower door. “I believe Carol has coffee, donuts, and fruit for us to have for breakfast. She always has good treats when she comes to clean.”

He stays in the shower to wash when she gets out. She does what he tells her without a second thought. Her only thoughts were how nice it felt for him to get her clean and of course, coffee. When Susie ventures out to the kitchen she saw to coffee mugs, a basket of fruit and box. On further inspection she looks in the clear window at the top of the box to see a myriad of donut holes in a variety of flavors.

Carol rushes over to pour her some coffee, “Good morning Miss. Do you like the flavored creamer that is in the refrigerator?”

“Thank you, Carol,” She smiles. “I would like the creamer. You can call me Susie.”

“Sure thing, Miss Susie.” She gets the creamer and pours it until Susie holds her hand up to stop.

Axel Comes out in Camo board shorts drying his hair with a towel. As soon as Carol sees him, she pours his coffee, adds a little sugar to it before starting back to straighten up the bedroom.

“Thank you, Carol,” Axel yells after her. “We will be out of your hair for a few hours after breakfast.”

“You are welcome Mr. Axel,” She rambled, “You need to eat more. You are to thin.”

“If you say so Carol.” Axel laughed, “Carol has been the family housekeeper as long as I can remember. She also took care of me and my brother Josh when my mom,” He looked down fidgeting with his fingers before taking a sip of coffee. “When she left us.” He popped a sprinkle covered donut hole in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Axel.” Susie took his hand from across the table. “Can I ask what happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

Axel shrugged, “I was about thirteen and saw how my Mom was kind of flirty with guys other than my Dad. It was disgusting. I think her leaving was the best thing that ever happened to him. But he was pretty pissed when I told him that.

“Josh was only eight. He cried a lot for a few weeks as far I remember. He needed a Mother. Carol tried her best to fill the void. Eric was trying to get a degree in something when she left. I can’t remember what. I just remember he came home on break and never went back. Dad was disappointed. I was happy. My mom couldn’t embarrass me when she hit on my teachers.” He popped another donut hole.

Susie ate a strawberry cream filled and sipped her coffee not sure what to say. Her parents never seemed to notice anyone else but each other. And they could sometimes be amorous in public which was embarrassing for her. It was embarrassing for her now. It was ten times worse when she was thirteen. But She didn’t think it was nearly as embarrassing as Axel’s situation.

“How about we take a walk on the beach,” He sighed. “The ocean air always clears my head in the morning. Then I’ll take you to the garage to do that interview. I don’t think you are dressed correctly for an interview, but I’ll let that slide since I told you what to wear and you look fine as Hell.”

“I guess it pays to know the owner,” She giggled. “If you give me the mechanics job,” She picked up another donut hole licking the glaze off before slowing sucking it into your mouth to eat. “I’ll give you another kind of job.”

“Hell no,” Axel got up. “That would be sexual harassment Miss. We don’t play with rules laid out against such things at my garage. That is the worst interview tactic you can have in this day and age, Susie Q. I hope that isn’t your usual interview technique.”

She blushes, “No, of course not Axel. I was just kind of joking.”

“I take my business serious,” He leans down to her ear. “Also fuck jobs. So, one does not mix with the other. Unless my girlfriend wants to suck my cock during my break.” He grins. “Let’s go.”

They walk out down the back stairs to the beach. The sun is blazing. The farther they walk the more sun bathers and families liter the beach with their towels, blankets, chairs and umbrellas. Axel and Susie ignore it all as they walk together silently for a while.

“Axel,” Susie keeps walking with him as they talk.

“Yeah?” He picks her hand up to kiss it gentle. Some waves splash over their feet.

“I’m sorry your Mother left you when you needed her.” She squeaked out quietly.

“I never needed shit from her,” Axel grumbled. A small tear escaped his right eye. “I just feel bad for Josh. Him being upset was worse than her leaving. But we all got over it. No use talking about her anymore, alright?”

“Okay,” Susie leaned on him as he put his arm around her shoulders. “Just know I’ll listen if you ever need too...”

“I won’t, so just drop it,” he growled before taking a deep breath to calm down. “Let’s grab a pineapple rum slushy at the snack house. Then walk back to get the bike. You have an important interview in about an hour.”

“Your right; I do.” Susie Beamed. “Should I be drinking before my interview?”

“These aren’t very strong,” He gets up to the outdoor counter. “Can we get two spiked pineapple slushies?”

“Sure thing, Axel,” The counter person said. “I am bringing my viper in for a tune up tomorrow. Will you be working?”

“No, I’m off this weekend, Dwayne but Danny is excellent.” Axel praises his worker. “He will have your motorcycle running perfectly when he is done.”

“Cool man, thanks.” Dwayne hands them their drinks.

“Thanks for keeping everyone cool with these drinks,” Axel raises his drink to Dwayne before walking off with Susie.

They walked back on the edge of the even more crowded beach and ocean entrance. They had drunk their slushies by the time they got to his motorcycle.

“I haven’t walked the beach to get a slushy since I was a kid,” Axel smiled. “Of course, in those days I didn’t get the extra kick. Not that this has much of a kick.” He got on his ride. “Let’s go baby girl.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head, “No, I know you said there wasn’t much rum in that, but I could taste it. I’m not sure you should be driving.”

“Really?” Axel glared. “Just get on the fucking bike. I’m fine. The legal limit here is 08% blood alcohol. According to intoxalock.com it takes about five drinks an hour for someone my weight to reach a .08%. I had a dash of rum. I don’t drink more than one drink of any kind if I am going to drive. I won’t put in us in danger like that.”

She stands there staring at him without budging.

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me.” He gets back off the bike.

“I trust you fine Axel,” She bites her bottom lip nervously. “I just don’t trust the alcohol in your system”

“Yeah, that isn’t a thing.” He grabs her upper arm. “I have no problem taking a fucking breathalyzer test at the Lifeguard stand.

His temper flared as they made their way to the closest Lifeguard tower. “ Hey Roni, you have a minute to prove to my girl one fucking rum slushy doesn’t make me to drunk to drive. She doesn’t fucking trust my word. Sorry wrong words. She doesn’t trust the fucking alcohol.” Axel smirks.

She looks down at Axel and Susie. He looks pissed. Susie has tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She tries not to let it show how upset she is about the situation.

“I just...” Susie starts.

“I don’t need to hear anything but a sorry from you, young lady,” Axel chides.

“Um yeah Axel,” Roni hoped down from her tower. “But give the girl a break, would you.”

Axel glared, “test, please.”

She gets the test out of her bag, “I think you know how to blow in this.”

Axel nods. “I’m ready.”

Roni puts the breathalyzer between Axel’s lips. Hits a button, “Now, blow, blow, blow, blow, and … your good.” She shows the results to Axel and Susie. “You are at .005. Your fine Axel. Susie, Axel can actually drink a few drinks in an hour and still drive fine. But I know he doesn’t. You want to check yours?”

“Yeah, make sure your judgement isn’t impaired to judge me,” Axel mumbles.

Susie rolls her eyes, “fine, I’ll do it to.”

“Okay then Susie,” Roni wipes the mouthpiece with an alcohol pad before putting it in Susie's mouth. “blow, blow, blow, blow, and … your good.” She shows the results. “You are .07. Your quite a light weight.” She laughs. “Still you would pass a test. But Axel is driving, right?”

“Yes, I am,” Axel said proudly. “Thank you, Roni. You going to the garage with me still Susie Q.?”

Axel and Susie start walking away.

“Of course, I am,” Susie assured him. “I still have an important interview, don’t I?”

“Yeah, if you don’t think you drank too much to deal with it?” Axel smirked.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whined.

Axel got on his motorcycle and revved the engine waiting for her to get on. “I think a little girl that acts like you have today needs punished, but we will discuss that later.”

He speeds off cutting through the late afternoon traffic like it didn’t even exist. Susie held tight around him thinking she would almost fall off as they leaned into a sharp turn nearly touching the ground. He skids into his packing spot In front of the garage.

Axel sets up the kicks stand before getting off. “Give me five minutes before knocking on my office door.”

“I can do that,” Susie said meekly. She waited as instructed before heading into the garage with a smile plastered on her face. She nodded to the guys fixing a few cars and scrubbing down the place like their life depended on it. She knocked on the office door.

Axel answered the door with a clip board in hand, “Good afternoon Miss,” he looked at the clipboard. “Quinnby. You’re a little late.”

Susie was more nervous than she had ever been in an interview. “I’m sorry, I...”

Axel put his hand up to stop her as he sat down. “It says her you have some technical training in auto mechanics. What kinds of vehicles have you worked on?”

“I worked in a group on a few different cars and a truck,” She answered crossing her legs at the ankle. “I know I can learn a lot here.”

“I’m sure you could,” He leaned back clasping his hands behind his head. “Tell me what you like to do for fun?”

“I read.’ She wasn’t sure why the question was significant, but it had been asked of her before in interviewed. “I have been reading mechanics journals and magazines and learning about water sports.”

“What is the most interesting article you have read?” Axel prodded.

“They are all fascinating,” She fidgeted a little.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked. “What article was the most interesting?”

“I read Popular Mechanics and Rider.” She pauses. “There was a cool article on fuel efficient High Mileage Carburetors. And an older article that talked about a guy who built a carburetor for his sedan which vaporized the fuel and enabled his V8 to get over 100 mpg.”

Axel nodded and got up, “Thank you Miss Quinnby. I have many applicants to see but I will call you if you get the job here.”

Susie got up as Axel opened the door for her to leave, “Your welcome Mr. Cluney.” She walked out thinking Axel would follow her. He shut the door behind her instead leaving her a little baffled.

Inside the room Axel’s anger raged as he mumbled to himself. “fucking can’t trust me but wants to hide out here and expects a fucking job...” He punches his fist against the wall a few times. Blood ran from his knuckles. “Can’t fucking believe females. Fucking whores to get what they want. Expect me to just forgive and forget all their treachery.” He banged his head against the wall and screamed. “FUCK I AM MORON FOR TRUSTING ANYONE!”

When Axel doesn’t come out for a few minutes, she tries to go back in. The door is locked, so she calls out, “Axel?”

Axel splashes some water on his face. He took a few deep breaths as he walked to the door opening it, “I’m fine. Let’s get you a ticket back home or wherever you want to go but here. Here is not the place for you to hide.”

Susie’s mouth dropped open as Axel brushed past her without a look. She followed him without a sound waiting for a better time to ask him, what the hell he is thinking.

“Danny, Dwayne is bringing his Viper in tomorrow for a tune up. Buff out any scratches he has on the house.” Axel ordered. “I told him you would do it since you’re my best mechanic when I’m not here.”

The other guys scoffed at Axel’s remark. Axel glared, “Anyone have an opinion they want to share just step right up.” They all turned back to what they were doing. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.” Axel gets on his motorcycle. He waits impatiently for Susie.

She comes out, “Axel, what’s going on? You are obviously upset.”

“No more fucking public displays.” He revved the motor. “You want to talk you come with me now.”

“But I think you are too upset to drive,” Susie squeaked.

“Of course, you do,” Axel sped off yelling, “You know where I live.”

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