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joz-yyh · 4 months

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Blighted Hearts - Ch. 7 (Preview)

SUMMARY: The storm has past, but another brews on the horizon for not all are willing to accept Bigby's presence. This abomination is not like the others before it, as a certain someone will come to find out. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (violence / prejudice / swearing)

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 1,714

A/N: Continuing on from where I left off in the last chapter, recounting Bigby's first few days at the abbey. Mostly a cute and light-heated chapter, but not without a little antagonism.

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“You should have seen it, the storm,” Damian proclaims, exuberant in his recounting, “I am amazed he survived the trip here.”

“I can imagine. The rain was so loud, I had to stuff cotton in my ears,” Junia admits, “it's a wonder you could sleep so soundly Baldwin.”

The tall prince smiles, a glow about him that's radiant and hardy. “I find that the calamity soothes, drowns the mind with sleep.”

“Speaking of, I told Bigby of the beds, but he was not there,” Damian laments, defeated by the discovery, “I fear he might have already left."

Junia shares in his disappointment. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. This “Bigby” character was all Damian could talk about, though it was a nice change from the rants about lash wounds.

“Oh,” Junia exclaims as they pass the dining hall, observing a peculiar addition to the space.

The vestal stops in her tracks, waving the two religious men back to her, pointing to their apparent late night visitor still strung out by the fire, blanket swaddled across his back.

“Is that him,” she whispers, dampening her voice behind her glove.

“It is,” Damian grins.

“He’s so small,” Baldwin remarks, dazzled by how his destitute form blends right into the wood.

“Poor thing must have been exhausted,” the nun pouts, “falling asleep at the table like that.”

Unanimous, they all share in her sentiment, the scene as adorable as it is melancholy.

"Shall I wake him," she asks, looking to her kin, “At least to move him to a proper bed.”

Damian and Baldwin both nod their approval, the vestal giggling in delight, her cadence cautious as she approaches the slumbering fellow.

"Um, hello," the vestal speaks lightly, greeting him from across the table, “good morning, sleepy head.”

Still drowsy, Bigby blinks, coming to. The cloaked figure in front of him is a blur, the sights and sounds of his surroundings still so new, the catalyst for his explosive response.

The lad jumps up from his seat, hugging the blanket to him, backing himself against the wall in ardent terror.

"Shh, it's OK. I won't hurt you, she soothes, distraught by this unexpected reaction. The vestal lends him a sympathetic eye, never knowing another soul be frightened of her before.

“Damian told us you came with the storm last night. Can't imagine how terrible that was. You must've been very brave.”

Damian, he remembers that name. Bigby stares, trying to calm his raging heart, recognizing her round features from the portrait, the woman residing just beneath it now.

“Oh yes, how rude of me. I am Junia,” she continues, a gloved hand laid across her chest in introduction, “This is Baldwin and of course you've already met Damian.”

She indicates the two men standing behind her, the leper the biggest amongst them all, his likeness much more imposing than his artistic depiction gave him credit for.

His gaze then falls on the flagellant, lingering on him, breaths settling down, defensive stature receding at his cognizant appearance.

“Hi,” the lycan offers weakly.

Junia giggles, charmed by his cuteness.

“How long will you be staying with us,” she asks, drawing his focus, hoping to promote friendly conversation.

“Um … I–I am not sure,” he deflects, inching further away, huddling around his numerous protective layers.

“Oh, then where is it you’re coming from? Is it a village? Someplace near or far?”

“Junia, please give the poor boy some air to breathe,” Baldwin interjects, sighing at her slew of questions. The girl had a tendency to ramble when exhilarated.

“Oh yes, please forgive me," she says, blushing in embarrassment, covering her mouth in self-reflection, “It’s not often we get such excitement.”

Her apologies do nothing to change his mind. If anything they spur his retreat.

"Perhaps, I should be on my way,” the abomination says, skirting around her, bound for the exit, “the storm has passed and I do not want to impose more than I already have."

"Is it true," Damian cuts in, stepping forward, "you will not be staying for prayer?"

Upon this revelation, the leper and vestal look toward their comrade, the uncommon expression of forlorn persistence on his face, then next to Bigby, distressed and wavering in his stance, awaiting now the turnout of this delegation.

“Seems I forgot,” the nomad says, looking away from their baited trifecta, weighing his options over.

He could still refuse, make up some excuse as to why he can't attend, but it wouldn't be fair to treat kindness with scorn, the guilt alone would destroy him if he left now.

"I suppose I can stay for a bit," he agrees, quiescent compared to the grandness of such a large room.

Hearing this, Damian beams, the sun on a field of dandelion flowers and suddenly Bigby feels warmth in his chest as if it we're truly the peak of summer's eve.

“That makes me everso glad,” the vestal cheers, “Mass is going to be extra lively today!”

“Before that,” the leper interjects, sliding in front, addressing their guest, “Would you care for some breakfast?”

The wolfboy’s stomach gurgles loud enough for the entire group to hear, a binge of laughter ensuing from the religious folk, Bigby betrayed by his own body, but that was nothing he hadn't experienced before.

“I knew you looked too skinny,” remarks the strapping armored man, “What would you like?”

Not like he can deny their hospitality now.

“Anything is fine,” Bigby smiles, head canted, a hedge of humble brows.

“Then we will share what we have,” Baldwin declares, eager to put some meat on his bones.

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Despite the violence that waged throughout the night, Reynauld awoke with a spring in his step, a fervid tune on his lips to match the birds and sunshine, the melody of his whistle spreading throughout the luminous halls as he dresses, readied in armor.

The abbey's walkways are lined with his footfalls, as is routine for him, making the extra effort to inspect the stonework of his home for any damages that might have arisen, and to his amazement, there were no broken windows, no holes to patch, no flooded basement to sop up.

Breakfast was already laid out for him as well, the others blissfully absent from the dining room, the knight able partake in all the spoils at his leisure while the rain dries from the trees outside.

Humors full, the knight returns to finish his rounds, reflecting upon how utterly splendid, almost picturesque this day was shaping up to be – well, that is until he visits the chapel for their usual morning congregation.

The song he’d been carrying thus far dies on a jagged cord, his knightly intuition alerting him of something amiss, a strange nuance.

A quaint gathering of his peers are huddled around something or rather someone, shutting out his view.

“What's going on here,” the knight demands, striding up to their circle, taking authority.

“We have a visitor,” Baldwin smiles, happy to bestow this news, parting from the ring of bodies to let the crusader in, “come say ‘hello.’”

A visitor?

Skeptical, Reynauld wedges his way into the center, hoping to disband this schoolyard spectacle, return order.

“Go on, give it a try, wolfie,” he hears the jester nudge, strumming his lute, “I'll even give you a note to start on.”

Wolfie? Just what kind of ridiculous pet name has Sarmenti come up with this time? And for who?

Here marks the end to his perfect morning. The moment he lays eyes on the travesty of this sacrilege does the knight feel his instincts burn, needing to restrain himself from unsheathing his blade, slay this most unclean creature where he stands.

He knew that mark, of what it meant, of what hell their kind could wrought if left to their own devices, fought many minions of the dark on battlefields past, cursed presences that needed to be destroyed for the greater good to thrive.

Abominations as they are aptly named.

“What is that –,” Reynauld catches himself before speaking a curse, settling instead for something more innocuous amidst his colleagues, “– thing doing in here?”

Everyone stares at him, his outburst changing the tone of the room to one of appalled shock.

Even the creature looks at him with round, wounded eyes, but he must not fall for such tricks, many of his brothers at arms had made the same fatal mistake. They are all monsters unbecoming, playing at human, a guise meant to lower defenses, a predator manipulating it’s misguided prey.

“He is our guest,” Baldwin reminds him, frowning at such old worldviews. He had hoped Reynauld had let go of such prejudice, but it seems not, still carrying the teachings of a long forgotten crusade, the knight itching for his sword, gloved hands wrapped around the hilt, one swift motion away from turning this pall into a bloodbath.

The leper would not stand to see that happen, grabbing onto his chest plate, lifting the knight as if he weighed nothing, the former king of superior strength then he.

“What is the meaning of this,” the knight demands, flailing in his fellow warrior’s grip.

The bandaged man walks them away, pushing the knight against the far wall, looming over him with foreboding ilk. Reynauld settles, not immune to the intimidation of such a unyielding figure.

“Baldwin, you must agree with me, the abomination never should have set foot in here,” he growls, voice toned down to a vehement whisper, “You do not know of what he will do! He will lie in wait, slaughter us all while we sleep!”

“Perhaps, in the days long past you would be right to harbor your suspicions, but the old ways have changed for a reason. Try to see past it. Give him a chance. We are all deserving of those, are we not?”

“It cannot stay here,” he roars, his voice projecting off stone, turning heads.

Baldwin narrows his eyes behind the mask, shoving Reynauld harder against the bricks.

“He can and he will. You remain outmatched in this debate or need I remind you of your own road to redemption?”

Reynauld snarls under his breath, hating that Baldwin had brought that up, that he dare use his own sins against him.

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burning-thistles-bt · 1 year

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little sparks was so cute!!! poor lightningkit :( even more heartbreaking when you look at her character now… i believe she does still love spottedleaf, but buries those feelings as she doesn’t want to be seen as “weak.”

what would you say caused such a drastic shift in her character? growing up with her + her siblings constantly stigmatized for being kits of a “codebreaking” medicine cat?

i’d love to see you write a lightningfur analysis.. only if it doesn’t spoil any future events though!

Lightningkit has grown up so much, my little murder baby <3

woof im not sure i could do a full character analysis like the ones i always scroll past on here but ill tell ya some stuff about her character progression!

In Little Sparks and "Prequel" (Before Into The Wild) chapters, Lightningkit loves her mother! She does the whole "I hate you! I'm not your mom!" attitude of a little kid. She was very rambunctious as a kit and always loved that Spotted would give her extra attention when she was being 'bad,' and hated when Spotted's attention was elsewhere (five kits, one who was very ill as well, plus Willowpelt and Darkkit, and her medicine cat duties--her attention was all over the place!). She acted out a lot as a kit and didn't like getting scolded, bossed around the other kits and got mad when Creekkit would be just as "bossy" as her (aka tell her off or try to lead the games instead to be more fair). She liked all her siblings except for Airkit, because she didn't get as 'attached' to him and just sort of saw him as the thing that always took Spotted's attention away (since he was sick in the med den).

Once she has her father's attention though, it all shifts and she starts changing from "I want to be good for Spottedleaf!" to "I want to be good (read: bad) for Thistleclaw!" She also admired Mapleshade A LOT and thought she was sooo cool and, later into her apprenticeship, started wishing Maple was her real mom because Spotted was "too much trouble." She hated that cats thought she was "less" just because her mom was a med cat and her dad exiled. As a kit, she sort of understood what all the fuss was about and sympathized with her mother, but as Thistle was there to twist her mind, she started to care less and less about her mother's "tough life" because "Thistle had it just as tough and he loves me more!"

Thistle really enabled her to keep her "acting out for attention" mindset, because whenever she did bad things (ex.: clawing during training, being rough with her siblings, getting mad at Spotted/others), she got his praise. She felt justified and vindicated in taking her anger out on others. Surprisingly, this also started to twist her feelings towards Airpaw from one of "ugh he's so annoying i hate him leave me alone!" to "follow me because im so much better than you and you need me to be good at anything :)" (aka the exact same stuff Thistle was pulling with her).

she liked Firepaw because he was a "neutral" ground -- he followed Thistle and he was willing to play rough, meanwhile Air was too "weak," Copper was too "soft," and Creek was too "obedient" to be mean. she was enraptured with the idea of leading the clans with all her kin, and she was enamored with the prospect Thistle gave them.

she also HATED Speckletail and Frostfur. Frostfur, in her early moons, was too "bossy" and would always try and correct Lightning and Lightning would be like "UR NOT MY MOM," plus Frost would always huff about Lightning's bad attitude. Speckle tried to be a good mentor, but she was blinded by her prejudice against Lightning, already viewing her as a "helpless bad case," so they just butted heads way too much and Lightning felt vindicated disobeying her thanks to Thistle encouraging her to

she ran to RiverClan because she LOVED the attention she received there. needless to say, everything Lightningfur does is for attention. And those who give her attention that she deems weak/pitiful/lesser than her (Airleap, Robinstorm, Sedgecreek, etc.), she treats like sh*t because "what are they gonna do? hate me? they love me too much to hate me."

it's kind of why Silverstream was her best friend. in canon, Silverstream is kind of, well, spoiled and thinks she can get away with anything. she's not mean, but she's just as attention-driven as Lightningfur. The two bounced off each other immediately, giving the other attention, but there was also this... allure with Silverstream, who -- unlike Lightningfur, who had to fight and bite and kick and scream for her attention -- only had to sit pretty and get stuff handed to her thanks to her loving and doting overprotective father Crookedstar. Silverstream's attention felt extra good to Lightningfur, because Silverstream held this air of I'm Better Than You that Lightningfur desperately wanted to have as elegantly as her. Needless to say, Lightningfur's aroace lesbian *ss crushed hard on Silverstream but buried that part of her feelings far far deep down.

Silverstream's death f*cked Lightningfur up. They were untouchable, and yet, there Silverstream was, clearly Touched. (Though Lightningfur doesn't know it, somewhere in StarClan, Silverstream is thinking the same bitter thoughts.) Lightningfur couldn't imagine a life without Silverstream, and now she became a lot more... aggressive in her behavior. Genuinely cold. Before there was a since of "we do this together," there was something grounded Lightningfur, something for her to love and remember how to be compassionate in her own Lightningfur-y way. Now, it's gone, and Lightningfur doesn't have any remorse left in her to regret the actions she commits.

This Lightningfur, our current Lightningfur, has grown a coldness in her heart. It numbs her to feeling anything but rage and sadistic pleasure. That isn't to say she never expresses some kind of fondness (ex.: Featherpaw is Silverstream's look-a-like daughter and Lightningfur will do everything she can to protect "what's left of her"), but that any kindness that might go along with those inner feelings is gone.

But cutting off emotions and refusing to acknowledge them leaves one blind, and oh, Lightningfur will be blinded.

#can't go any further cause then its spoilers #but she has quite the journey to take with her cold dead heart :#lolling response #lightningfur #wc luna #lightningpaw #lightningkit #burning thistles #burning thistles au #anon ask #character analysis #silverlightning #furiouslightning #sedgelightning #cinderslightning #cindersluna #lightningships #little sparks #bt prequel

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Childhood friends have a habit of drifting apart. Usually, it's a natural thing. Usually, there's a slow detachment. Adrian never wanted to detach from his best friend. But he thought he had to.

Tags: Angst and Hurt, Comfort, Family Drama, Grief/Mourning, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff and Smut

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Chapter 3: The One That Got Away

Seeing Adrian with all those tubes and wires in him was horrid. He looked so helpless, so fragile and vulnerable that Y/N had a hard time looking at him at first. After all, her best friend was hooked up to machines and monitors like some sort of science project.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris interrupted her thoughts. She hadn't said a word to anyone yet and she wasn't even sure how long she'd been sitting there, staring at Adrian. Her hands were shaking as they held tightly onto the plastic chair she stood beside.

Y/N nodded at Chris, not trusting her voice to come out without cracking, then turned back to Adrian. Her eyes kept roaming over his face, taking note of every little feature that had changed. His forehead was bruised a very deep purple colour, and his lips cracked in a frown between the tube in his mouth that made Y/N's stomach churn uneasily. He had a broken collarbone and several fractured ribs. That car crash had really rocked his shit.

He looked horrible...and Y/N hated it.

"Do you want to go inside and talk to him?" Adebayo asked softly. She'd never met Y/N before but she could tell from just looking at her that Y/N was deeply affected by seeing Adrian like this.

"What do I say to him?" Y/N replied weakly, her throat closing. Even though she'd spent countless hours sitting beside him, talking and listening to him ramble about random things, now she couldn't think of any topic that would be worthy.

Emilia held open the door and answered, "Whatever you think he'd like to hear. He might wake up. He might not. It's worth a shot."

After a quick reassuring look at Chris - who gave her a soft push and a tender "Go for it, sugar tits" - Y/N stepped past the threshold, slowly making her way towards the side of Adrian's bed. Every step felt more excruciating than the last, and the tears that welled up behind Y/N's eyes threatened to spill out when she saw him lying still and silent beneath the harsh hospital lights.

"Hey, loverboy. Sorry if I'm disturbing your beauty sleep," she joked feebly, trying not to sound too nervous as she took a seat beside him on the chair and placed her hand on top of his, squeezing gently. "I didn't expect this was how I was going to see you next."

She tried to laugh a bit but it came out as more of a strangled gasp. A tear escaped down her cheek and rolled down the curve of her neck. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard as her heart ached, yet she continued.

"I know you'd want me to carry on pretending that I have no idea that you're Vigilante. I think we can skip past that at this point." She paused and smiled sadly. "It doesn't matter what you call yourself...well maybe it does..."

Biting her lip anxiously, Y/N hesitated before admitting, "I haven't forgotten, I don't think I can ever do that, but I could forgive in time. I don't know how much time. When you wake up, we can try." Her thumb brushed against his cheekbone tenderly, tracing over the cute mole there as she pleaded, "Please wake up so we can try," and then she leaned forward to press a light kiss to his forehead.

The room fell into silence except for the constant beeping of the heart rate monitor. Y/N watched Adrian's chest rise and fall with every breath, and she listened intently for any sign of life. The minutes ticked by painfully slow and eventually Y/N sighed heavily, leaning back in the chair and rubbing at her teary eyes.

Days went by of much of the same routine. Sometimes the nurses or doctors would stop by to check up on his vitals and exchange pleasantries. It took very little lying to convince them she was his next of kin since, well, she had been written down as his secondary emergency contact. So, with their permission, she stayed in his room and only ever left if she needed a pee. Soon she found out that sleeping upright in an uncomfortable chair was torturous on her neck, but she couldn't miss a single moment. What if he woke up alone? That wasn't happening on her watch.

Y/N had even tried to read whatever was on Adrian's medical notes, which consisted mostly of medical jargon that meant absolutely nothing to her. At least there was a lot to look up to keep herself occupied. But that didn't make anything better. If anything, it made her more worried about his condition. She wanted to help him, and she desperately wanted to know what was wrong, yet there was no way she could.

"Y/N, you've got to give yourself a break," John attempted to persuade her after he walked into the room one afternoon, having finally managed to catch her off guard. "Come on, go take a shower or something. I can watch him for an hour or two."

But Y/N shook her head stubbornly, not moving an inch from her chair. She had no intentions of going anywhere until Adrian awoke, whether it took her sanity or not. All members of the 11th Street Kids tried and tried to coax her away with only one success.

"Please," Leota added gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We placed an order at Fennel Fields, please come with me to pick it up."

At this point, Y/N hadn't been outside for just under a month. She seriously needed to stretch her legs.

With a kiss on his forehead, Y/N gave in and reluctantly followed Leota to her car. The sunlight was a sight for incredibly sore eyes after being cooped up inside for so long that she winced, blinking until her vision cleared up and the colours came back to her world.

"You'll be okay, honey. He'll wake up," Leota murmured as she put her hand around Y/N's shoulders comfortingly. Y/N wasn't so sure about that these days, but she nodded anyway and followed Leota across the parking lot.

They made it to Fennel Fields and picked up their meals in no time. It was a rather uneventful trip and that's exactly what Y/N needed to clear her mind a smidge, even if only for a minute. As they were about to head back out of the door, Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder and she whirled around to find Frankie there.

"I heard about Chase. Any updates?" he asked, giving Y/N a concerned look as she shook her head silently. "Oh."

Next thing that she knew, her old bully was pulling her into a hug, holding her as tight as possible. She didn't return his embrace because she was too shocked to, but nonetheless appreciated the gesture. Frankie pulled away quickly and looked at Y/N, worry clearly visible on his features.

"You know, I've always wanted to admit something to him. Can I pass on a message?"

"Yeah...yeah, sure."

Frankie stared at her, as if weighing his words carefully in his head and then let out a sigh, looking directly at her with his eyes filled with guilt.

"Tell him that the reason I messed with him so much was that I was completely jealous of him. It always seemed like you two had found who you were supposed to be with from the get go." He glanced around briefly, checking whether someone was watching them. "Here I was, with no siblings and my parents were always at work. All of my friends were scared of me. I was totally alone. And he had everything. With you, he was never alone."

At that comment, Y/N froze in shock. For the first time in days, she cracked a smile and let out a small chuckle, almost as if she was surprised to feel such relief, despite the fact that she was feeling pretty fucking awful inside. If she weren't in public, she would've burst into tears. One single tear fell, but she wiped it away before he could see.

"Well, thanks, Frankie," Y/N said with a small shrug. "I'll...uh...tell him."

Then with a nod, Leota and Y/N hurried back to the hospital where Y/N instantly returned to Adrian's side to recount what Frankie had said to her. Still nothing. No movement. Nothing. Just quiet beeps, the steady rhythm that would be etched in her head forever. Y/N sat there, holding Adrian's hand tightly until she got tired and laid down next to him, placing his head on her chest, so that if he did wake up, he'd wake up to the sound of her heart.

Sometime the next morning while Y/N was still asleep, the slow and aching process of Adrian opening his eyes began. His eyelids fluttered weakly for a few seconds, then the dull white light slowly grew brighter and wider as consciousness started to come back online.

Everything hurt; his whole body, especially his head, was throbbing relentlessly. His thoughts were sluggish and incoherent, barely able to hold together any thought at all, even though his brain kept telling him to try to move his fingers...but he couldn't move. He couldn't even lift his head enough to examine his surroundings.

All he could make out was the ceiling and the thump of someone's heartbeat steadily beating away against his right ear, but it was soothing and rhythmic and oddly familiar. His memories were vague and distant, as if they were from another lifetime, but he knew for a fact that he'd heard it many times before.

Accompanying his new awake state was a completely different beeping noise as his breathing became irregular. And after hearing it for so long, even in her sleep, Y/N noticed the change and woke up, sitting up quickly with wide eyes.

Nurses and doctors were soon in his face asking him questions, none of them making sense to him. He just tried to focus on Y/N, his foggy brain unable to form a single syllable. The medics carried out the appropriate tests, checking his temperature, heart rate, breathing, etc.

He was pale as a sheet, but judging by how relieved they seemed, he was fine. He'd be a little groggy and disoriented for a while, but he'd be okay. That was all that mattered.

"Hey, loverboy," she giggled once the medics left, pressing the palm to his cheek tenderly and stroking it lightly with her fingertips. He tried to answer her, to say something coherent but all that came out was a hoarse cough. "Shh, it's alright, don't try talking," she whispered lovingly before leaning down to kiss him softly on the temple. "You thirsty?"

That earned her the tiniest twitch of an eyebrow, but it was the best he could do at the moment. She brought him the water from beside his bed and helped him sip at it, smiling happily when he drank some.

"Good. So good," she hummed, brushing the hair from his brow delicately and wiping the remaining droplets with her thumb, her face glowing with affection. Then suddenly she frowned, taking both his hands in hers. "I'm going to take care of you whether you want me to or not."

The corners of his lips raised mere millimetres, yet she saw his response for what it was. Her heart soared to somewhere near its maximum capacity as a wave of sheer relief washed over her.

Not long after they had word that he'd awoken, the 11th Street Kids all crowded around him, chattering animatedly and filling the room with their cheerful laughter. He smiled fondly when he caught sight of them, even though it still took a lot of energy to do so and he seemed confused about everything he came in contact with.

After that first day, more of his systems and senses returned to him. Within two days, he could move his face, arms and neck, which was a big deal. The very first thing he'd done was bring Y/N's knuckles to his lips, pressing gentle kisses all over them, eliciting a smile from Y/N. He spent hours just staring at her and tracing every single line of her features and body with his fingertips, his eyes constantly scanning her for any sign of injury or discomfort, but to no avail.

"Hey, no pinching," she laughed breathlessly when he got her cheek between his thumb and forefinger and tugged lightly at it, a grin spreading over his lips. He rolled his eyes but complied immediately afterwards, releasing her skin and bringing his palm up to rest it against her cheek instead. They stayed like that for a while, simply savouring each other's touch, until eventually one of the nurses came to do his daily check in.

"How long have you two been together?" the nurse inquired as he looked over at Y/N and Adrian curiously. Adrian gave the nurse an odd look, glancing at Y/N, then back at the nurse.

Touchy subject.

Yet, to make things easy, Y/N replied without hesitation. "Not long enough," she stated, shooting Adrian an amused look.

Her answer got him thinking. It took him a while to realise why that sounded hopeful and he finally understood. Y/N wasn't trying to imply that they weren't not dating, she was saying that she wasn't ready to be called girlfriend yet.

It still hurt a bit though but he got it somehow.

When the male nurse left, Adrian brought his fist to his ear and outstretched his thumb and pinky. "You want your phone?" Y/N whispered. Adrian nodded, a goofy smile coming across his face, and she retrieved his cell from her pocket and handed it over. He tapped on the screen a couple of times, put in his passcode then found what he wanted and showed her.

'Attempt 2162

For the first time in ages, I care about whether I come back from this mission because I've been a twat all these years and want, no, I need to make it right. Why did I ever think that I would be able to live without you? I've survived by myself, but I'm not living. Not really. Everything is fine in the grand scheme of things, just passable. Not good. Not great. Not even mediocer. How could it be without you? Without our life? The only thing missing in my whole world is you.

I threw everything away because I didn't want to lose you too, which is so stupid because my actions didn’t help in any way. I still lost you and the worst part was that it was my fault. You, Y/N, are the only thing I really want in life. So why did I think I could ever leave you behind? And even though I know the truth now, how can I ever forgive myself for doing this to you? How could I do this to myself?

There's so much I didn't tell you. There's still so much I haven't told you. But maybe someday we'll get the chance. Maybe we'll start all over again and I promise that I won't fuck up majorly again. (I know I will have minor fuck ups so I won't promise that bit. I'll try not to but we both know I'm a fucking idiot.)

Y/N, my love, without you I've been living without a soul. Ask anyone who's seen my criminal record and you'll hear it a hundred and ten times over. I really believe I sold it the day I left you.

Hopefully there's a way to earn my soul back.

Hopefully there will be a tomorrow.'

Tears welled as she read it, and he had no idea whether that was a good thing or not. All he knew was that it meant everything to him and made him feel like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and into the air. He felt better and lighter and infinitely happier than he had in years, possibly decades.

"You spelt mediocre wrong," she pointed out with a grin, snickering when he stuck his tongue out at her. The corners of his lips curved upwards even further when she kissed his forehead, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she leaned back and pressed her head against the pillow beside him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting on the curve of her hip and pulling her closer, his other arm tightly clutching onto her shirt.

It took all his effort to croak out, "I'm so-rry." She gave him a knowing look, one that said she already knew what he was apologising for, and touched his cheek tenderly again with the pad of her fingers.

"I know, I know you are... You're gonna have me wrapped around your finger forever, aren't you?" she teased gently, letting her eyes travel to his own. He smiled at her softly, nodding in agreement.

"For...forever s-sounds nice."

His progress over the next few days was slow and he slept a lot more regularly than usual. When he finally was able to sit up straight, he insisted that Y/N should go home and rest. She protested vehemently at first but finally accepted his request when Chris promised her that he'd call as soon as anything happened.

At home, Y/N's parents were ecstatic to see her return, and they were more than happy to feed her. They were worried sick about Adrian, and their daughter. The last time they'd seen her was when they came to visit Adrian when he was still in a coma. That was over a week ago. They made sure to pull out all the stops to make sure she stayed for the night.

Because she needed it. She'd never looked so tired and dishevelled before in her entire life. They fed her a proper home cooked meal, making sure to let her choose her favourite dishes, all while keeping her occupied so she didn't have a chance to even think about going back to Adrian tonight. A warm bath was run for her so she didn't have to stink like a hospital room. And she got to sleep in an actual bed, her bed that was warm and comfortable. She fell asleep almost instantly as her exhaustion finally caught up with her.

She woke up in the morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, having slept better than she had for ages. That was clear to all who interacted with her during those days, and it had been proven by several people to be true. Even Adrian couldn't help himself but beam widely as she entered the room in her fresh clothes and looked radiant.

Attempting to wolf-whistle, Adrian failed miserably, yet continued his compliment with a "Beautiful, as usual."

"Keep it in your pants, horndog," she joked back playfully, leaning down to peck his cheek affectionately and sat herself down beside him. He reached for her hands and intertwined their fingers together, smiling softly at her.

A month later, he was basically back to his normal loud, dorky self. He talked Peacemaker's ear off again, and, for a moment, Chris was happy to hear him talking. That was until he said, "I’m so glad we have brown cows, otherwise there wouldn’t be any chocolate milk," and Chris remembered how stupid his friend could be.

Soon he was allowed to go home, and Y/N's parents insisted that he stay at theirs. Adrian declined, but was thrilled to hear that the compromise was that her mum would force Y/N to live with him. Neither of them minded that. It was like a constant sleepover. Every single day the two of them spent together; waking up, eating breakfast, working out, watching TV or movies, playing board games, and generally getting to know each other in an intimate manner. She tried her best to re-teach him the everyday things that he'd seemingly forgotten.

The accident had caused him to have episodes of memory impairment, which caused him to ask the same questions over and over again and was unable to remember important details or memories easily. Yet, the only thing he always remembered was her face. One day when she'd finally gotten a part- time job interview, she got a call from Chris in the middle of it and quickly explained to the interviewer so she could take the call.

"Episode?"

"Yeah, he's asking for you."

"Okay, I'll be home in twenty."

She apologised profusely to the interviewer and left as soon as she could, knowing full well that she hadn't got the job. But, that was fine. Thanks to all that government money that Adrian had been paid to keep hush about his accident in the field, they could get by on that for a while longer.

"Y/N!" Adrian yelled excitedly, standing up from his seat on the floor to hug her tightly. "I haven't seen you in so long."

During his episodes, the doctors told her to go along with what he said and not correct him as it makes him more jumbled up. "I've missed you, Y/N," he admitted quietly, burying his head into the crook of her neck. She smiled as she closed her arms around his torso and held him close, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"I've missed you too," she murmured gently.

"Where am I?" he asked suddenly, looking up at her when she placed a kiss atop his head. "Where's Gut?"

Oh, it was going to be a difficult episode. Chris watched as Y/N gently answered all his questions with almost a learned ease, a sad smile on her lips as she responded. It broke his heart a little to see that expression as she repeated whatever he needed her to say to calm his mind, her hand continuously running through his hair while he listened to her every word.

Overtime, the episodes began to decrease in frequency, but they still persisted every once in a while. Once he'd gotten better and had a full evaluation, he was allowed back into the 11th Street Kids.Admittedly, his reintroduction was a little sooner than it should've been. One day, Chris happened to look across at Adrian as he was filing and saw the perplexed expression on his face. "Call Y/N," he instructed Leota as he guided Adrian away from all the dangerous weapons on the desk and into the back room. He sat him down and waited patiently as Adrian looked around cautiously.

As soon as Y/N arrived, she began the process that she knew so well. During some of the silent gaps between questions, she overheard some of the team's plans. And forty or so minutes later when Adrian had regained himself, she explained, "If you go for option B, it's technically a bit more legal. As long as there's a sufficient clean up, I expect that it would fly just under the radar," when they walked back out again.

"That's government secrets, you could be killed for knowing that."

Adrian exclaimed, "They'd have to kill me first, Harcourt. Before they'd even touch her, they'd have a bullet between the eyes." And he meant that literally.

What Y/N had said got Emilia thinking. While the law had never been the squad's first concern, they were racking up so many charges against them - as all strike teams do - yet, it would be beneficial to attempt to keep that number as low as possible. What if Waller turned around one day and gathered their list of crimes to throw them in jail. It would be a lot. But, with Y/N as a legal advisor of sorts, it could be less.

Plus, she could wrangle Vigilante and that was always a benefit to Harcourt.

So, it was done. Y/N was an unofficial member of the 11th Street Kids. Her involvement was kept quiet, and her status as a consultant kept her safe from the public scrutiny.

Time went on with everything going swimmingly. It was a gentle breaststroke of sorts. Yet, Adrian tried his hardest to up the pace. They hadn't spoken about what had happened before. She wanted him to be fully recovered so it wouldn't spook him or cause him to leave again. And they were toeing the line between really physically affectionate friends and PDA-phobic lovers. And he desperately wanted to vault into an incredibly touchy lovesick married couple.

A whole year after his accident was when things started to change one evening when he saw her with a pile of documents that she'd brought from work and spread out on the kitchen table. She looked beyond stressed as she scanned through them and simply that wasn't going to happen on his watch.

"Come here," he whined, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

"Five minutes, Adrian."

"No."

"Two minutes."

"Better, but still no." He started swaying them side to side in time with the music she always put on when she was working, hoping to get her to relax. He kissed her shoulder blade and continued to plead, "Dance with me?"

Y/N gave in instantly and turned in his arms, her arms around his neck, allowing his hands to rest on her waist where they belonged. She assumed they'd be slow dancing, but no. He stepped back and started attempting to twerk, causing her obviously to start laughing.

"Am I doing this right?"

"Not at all."

"What if I get all Magic Mike with it?"

Wiggling towards her, played with the hem of his shirt, and pulled it upward ever so slightly. She almost doubled over when he started slapping an imaginary ass to the beat, his eyes twinkling with delight as she laughed maniacally.

"Stop. Oh god, what even is that move?"

"I call it the hump train."

His name for the new dance move he was trying was a pretty good description of the way his body moved. She giggled uncontrollably as he got closer and closer to her till he was playfully grinding against her, grinning widely. She couldn't help but laugh again as he wiggled his hips in the air for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling in the dimmed lights.

"You're ridiculous."

"And you love it, I can tell."

She sighed and stopped smiling as she realised it was time. One hand went to the back of his neck as she slowly pulled him down to meet her in the middle, resting his forehead against hers. Their breathing grew heavy, both trying to contain themselves, yet failing miserably.

"I forgive you," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible above the music and the soft hum of the refrigerator.

As soon as her sentence ended, she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand reaching up to hold her chin in place. The look of love in her eyes was all he needed to slowly inch his lips to hers, stopping halfway so she could give him the go ahead, which she did. It started out light, just a touch, just a testing of waters. And once he was sure, he kissed her again and again. She placed her hands on the side of his neck, her thumb moving back and forth, making sure he didn't pull away.

"I promise, I promise I'll be so good for you," he whispered against her mouth. His breath tickled her lips and made them tingle as he spoke, causing her to pull back for a moment to give him a wide grin, her thumbs running gently along his jawline. His hands travelled down to wrap around her waist and pull her body flush against his own, holding her firmly against him.

All of a sudden a not so distant noise was heard coming from next door. A man's voice carried loudly and clearly, causing Adrian to freeze and turn concerned, but soon calmed.

"About time, loverboy!" Y/N's dad cheered. Normally, he would go into protective dad mode™️, but he had always hoped this would happen. Everyone who knew them did. The pair sheepishly chuckled as they pulled apart like teenagers who had been caught doing something they shouldn't have.

"Dad, it's super creepy of you to watch us make out!"

"He's not wrong," Adrian joked as Y/N pulled them out of sight of her parents to the living room. Now he'd gotten her affection again, there was no way he could ever go without it.

As soon as they were definitely out of sight of her parents, he spun her around to face him and cupped her cheeks tenderly in his hands as he gazed down at her. There was nothing but pure adoration in his gaze. A gasp escaped her as he nibbled softly on the sensitive skin at the base of her throat before lightly sucking and biting at her jugular. He chuckled against the warm skin of her neck before confirming, "Mmm...I'm not sure if I can live without this."

With each word, he nipped and sucked harder against her skin, making her arch upwards into his touch. "Let me be good for you." Another kiss was pressed against her neck, causing her to tilt her head backwards to give him better access. "Please."

"I love you so much," he murmured softly before pressing his lips to hers passionately. Her arms came to grip around his neck and the kiss deepened, becoming increasingly heated by each passing second. His tongue swept inside her mouth as he pushed her backwards until she stumbled onto the sofa, pulling his weight down on top of her.

"I've been dreaming about your body for the last 11 years. And here and now, you look just as good, if not better, than what I remember." He pretended that he hadn't rehearsed that line every time the thought of her popped into his head. He had so much practice that the line delivery was perfect. A perfect balance of yearning and suaveness. He mentally applauded himself for that one.

Lust took over her body at the sound of his words, and she couldn't stop the immediate wetness that filled her mouth or the sudden heat that began to spread from between her legs. "You do look a little different, I must say," she said, trailing her hand down the front of his shirt, feeling his muscles beneath.

All the tension they had built up slowly melted away as he continued kissing her hungrily and possessively, leaving little space between them. She let her fingers wander through his brown curls as she returned his advances. With their mouths together, they slowly began to undress each other, completely lost in their own world.

It took him several attempts to unbutton her blouse eventually until he got frustrated and ripped it off , allowing her chest to be free for him to roam all over. "No bra?"

"Don't pretend like you hadn't noticed before," she teased as he nuzzled his head into her cleavage, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, I definitely noticed."

His hands soon found themselves squeezing her breasts and massaging them as he kissed them, her low groans fueling his hunger. As he nibbled his way towards her nipple, she arched up in anticipation, her body already begging for more. He continued his quest upwards, licking and sucking her nipples before continuing upwards towards her sternum. Just as her fingers reached his hair, he pulled away with a smug grin on his face.

"You are the most infuriating man," she moaned as he proceeded to lick and bite down to the waistband of her panties, his tongue gliding across the material and causing her hips to buck forward. "God, I need you..." She trailed off, grabbing a handful of his hair and urging him to continue.

Roughly, he bit into the flesh of her thigh and dragged the tip of his tongue across it, his movements deliberate as he worked his way up to her centre. He licked and sucked at her clit, teasing it further before sliding his tongue inside her, feeling her heat surround his mouth. He swirled his tongue in and out, his hands travelling over her body as she held onto his hair for dear life.

"You've got better at this," she laughed breathlessly before biting on her bottom lip as his arm hooked around her thighs to pull her further against his face and delve further inside her. She squirmed, feeling herself reach her peak and she grabbed his hair tighter to ground herself as her muscles quivered, trying desperately to keep herself from exploding.

Adrian could feel his cock twitching as he watched her body convulse. He used his teeth and tongue to tease her and stroke the bundle of nerves as the tightness within her body built up and she began shaking violently. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hanging open as she released her orgasm with a high pitched cry, releasing her climax onto his tongue. He held her in place whilst her entire body vibrated, enjoying the moment as he drank in every drop of her pleasure.

Yet, he didn't stop. Instead, he continued his task of making sure she felt everything he wanted her to feel. His tongue flitted around her clit, swirling around and stroking it, while his fingers danced nearer and nearer to her opening, eager to slip inside and make her come again.

"Want me to finger you, baby?" he asked as he lifted his head off her, giving her a brief moment of respite, allowing her to catch her breath. She nodded vigorously and he slid his finger into her wet pussy, his movements firm and fast, creating waves of intense pleasure throughout her body.

He pumped two fingers in and out repeatedly while keeping his focus solely on her face, making sure she could see how aroused he was at her reactions and expressions, her mouth wide open in ecstasy, her breaths rapid, her pupils dilated and her whole body flushed.

"How in the hell are you so good at this?"

"It's easy. I've got at least 15 on Dex," he responded, smiling up at her as he continued to move his fingers.

"You're being humble; this is at least an 18."

Every moan, every twitch of her lips, every whimper that escaped her parted lips gave him a reason to keep going. Each sound, each sensation he felt building up, fueled his lust for more. His mouth returned to her clit while he kept pumping his finger in and out.

Rocking her hips, she joked, "At least this will get you to shut that big mouth of yours," and moved her hand to his hair, urging him on. He increased the speed of his tongue and she moaned so very loudly that she slapped her hand over her mouth just in case it was loud enough to be heard by the neighbours. You know the neighbours, her parents.

"You love this big mouth of mine," he teased, kissing her thighs. As he went back to work with his mouth, he added a finger and continued to drive her wild. "See? You wouldn't moan like that if you didn't."

"Fuck.. fuck, fuck," she cried as she writhed underneath him. He watched with a smile as her legs fell open wider as she gripped the sides of his head, her nails digging into his scalp. She closed her eyes, moaning his name loudly and letting out an even louder cry as another wave of pleasure hit her.

Y/N let her head fall to the cushion as she panted heavily, sweat dripping from her brow and her hair stuck to her skin. She looked up to find Adrian watching her as if he wasn't even close to done yet. His hands reached out to caress her face, his thumbs wiping away some of her sweat before placing gentle kisses across her forehead.

"You do know that I'm going to do that every time I get the chance," Adrian stated with a certain brand of nonchalance that only he could pull off perfectly. "Gonna have my face in that pussy as often as you'll allow."

"Is that a threat?"

"Yes ma'am," he smirked confidently. "One that I intend to follow through with."

"Well then, you better hurry up and finish what you started," she said with a sly smirk, winking at him as she ran her fingers down his chest to rest on his hard cock. But then she noticed that his glasses were disgusting looking and ordered, "Glasses off, four eyes."

"No. I want to actually be able to see you."

Reaching out, she took them off his face and wiped them against the pillow behind her. Still a bit grimy, but better. It would have to do for now. She put them back on him and confirmed, "Aye, aye, captain. Ready to rock."

So, he leaned back on his heels, he smiled devilishly as he leaned over to kiss the inside of her knee before guiding his cock against her entrance, teasing her slightly before entering her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of him stretching her wet walls and he let out a growl before burying himself to the hilt in her core, stilling as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly against her.

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back into her, his movements measured, savouring the moment as he tried to prolong it as much as possible, making sure to enjoy every last bit of pleasure from his love.

"Kiss me, baby," she whined, taking his chin between her thumb and forefinger. He obliged instantly, capturing her soft lips with his own, kissing her deeply and lingering on every one of her sweet moans. He moved in and out with ease, driving his cock deep and fast as they shared heated, passionate kisses. Her hand roamed down his back, gripping his ass playfully and pulling him closer as her lips parted to allow him deeper access.

With every stroke he brought her closer and closer to her release, feeling his own build in excitement and arousal. He pressed his mouth to her pulse point as his thrusts became quicker and rougher, causing her to scream and arch her hips upward, bringing a new wave of pleasure that hit her harder than before.

"Can't believe I get to fuck this cunt for the rest of my life," he said huskily, grinning as he continued slamming into her, feeling her pussy clenching around him as she screamed and begged for more. He pulled away briefly to grab a hold of her wrists, pinning her arms above her head as he continued fucking her relentlessly. Her cries and gasps for air were almost deafening as he fucked her mercilessly, filling her completely until she shattered all over him.

The feeling of her juices coating his cock sent him straight over the edge himself as he exploded within her, spilling deep inside her as he emptied himself completely. Their foreheads bumped as they leant forward and tried to catch their breath. Hearing the little noise of their heads, she comfortingly caressed his area of impact.

Panting heavily as he slumped against her neck, he rested his head there, unable to move at all, unwilling to break the blissful silence. She wrapped both her arms securely around his shoulders and rested her cheek against the crown of his head as their bodies calmed down.

"Unless you plan to fuck me again, stop moving," she whispered when she felt him push his cock (that he'd yet to remove out of her) deeper, causing her body to tense up once again.

"I am planning on it," he grinned as he placed light kisses along her neck, trailing up to her ear to whisper, "Do you want me to move?" and punctuated his sentence with a firm roll of his hips. She answered with a sharp intake of breath, arching her pelvis towards his and whimpering softly as she felt him move and begin thrusting again.

There was no doubt that it was going to be a long and tiring night.

Fully sated and completely exhausted after who knows how many rounds, Y/N let her forehead fall against Adrian's shoulder, her eyes shutting peacefully with a heavy exhale as she straddled him in a lazy embrace. "That was some serious fucking," she joked, feeling utterly drunk on him.

"I think I need a nap."

"Lucky we've got tomorrow off and can spend the entire day in bed."

But, despite how spent she was, it was almost an involuntary motion to sloppily suck at his neck, her nails scraping along his back as she did so. It drove Adrian crazy and he couldn't help the groan of pleasure escaping his throat. "Stop it, don't tempt me," he warned gruffly, turning his face to look at her just long enough to give her a warning glare. "I don't think I have any energy or cum left."

"You got enough energy to carry me to bed or are we sleeping here?" she questioned with a coy grin.

And without needing to think, Adrian quickly scooped her up, wrapping her leg around his waist to keep her from slipping off him and carrying her effortlessly upstairs and into his room. As soon as he entered the room, he lay her gently on the mattress before he remembered something, "Oh, wait. I totally forgot to say. I bought you something," and searched around in his wardrobe for her gift. "Close your eyes. I didn't have time to wrap it."

Closing her eyes as he said to, she held out her hands and waited as he placed the present in them. From touch alone, it was heavy and about the size of two jars of mayonnaise. Had he bought her jars of mayonnaise? Not quite. She opened her eyes to find an old figurine that had once been part of a set. In her hands was the colourful miniture of Megara, beloved of the famed hero Hercules.

"Woah, her waist is even tinier in person!" she exclaimed in surprise as she admired the figurine. "How did you find it?"

"I've been scouring Ebay ever since you came back from Chicago and it only popped up three weeks ago."

"You didn't have to-"

"I did."

She turned the toy in her hand, admiring its beauty, not believing how easily such a funny looking object could have meant so much to her. "It's beautiful. Thank you, wonder boy," she replied sincerely and held it close to her heart. His smile softened as he saw the emotion that shone in her eyes and he couldn't help but reach out to curl into her side, wrapping an arm around her abdomen.

"Made sense that I'd have Hercules and you had Megara."

The idea was sweet but "Hate to inform you but in the original Greek tale Hercules kills Meg when he goes batshit."

Fuck. That's nothing like the Disney movie. He looked shocked for a second, then pretended that he had heard something. Faking hearing a conversation, he loudly lied, "Baby, some strange voices are telling me to..." He dramatically placed his hand at the base of her neck and slowly moved it higher as he continued, "I can't stop myself. I'm resisting the urge to tombstone you. Run... run before I..."

"My love, what are you..." she trailed off to make some very wet sounding throat noises, playing her part as the strangled damsel pretty well. "I am dead."

"People don't usually announce that they've died."

"Well, they should. It would clear up a lot of confusion for their coroners."

Like he always used to, Adrian waited until he presumed she was asleep and placed a kiss on her forehead, professing, "I love you," into her skin. But, she wasn't fully unconscious yet and repeated it back to him sleepily.

"And if you ignore me for another decade after this, I will be really pissed."

His response was to nuzzle into her collar, where he would stay for as long as she'd allow. "Never again. I'm dumb but not suicidal. Another 11 would kill me."

Within that moment, he finally allowed himself to truly feel at peace and calm. The past year had been rough on him but with her by his side, helping to heal him and bring him back to life, he knew everything he needed, wanted and deserved. And right now, he was content, satisfied and loved beyond belief. For the first time in his life he felt complete.

In the morning, she was glad to find him still next to her. Still asleep. He hadn't left and never planned to again.

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snippychicke · 2 years

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For the Sake of a Smile --Short Four

Title: For the Sake of a Smile-- Short 4: Elsewhere in Walter Park

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen. And the fact your coworker was a child. Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but smiled despite everything.

And you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a demon and signing your life away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Chapter Four | AO3

Opera was surprised when Lord Sullivan landed beside them, watching as Azazel fought the panther leopard. "Lord Sullivan? What are you doing here?"

"I saw the newscast and was worried about my precious grandson!" The demon lord answered, pouting slightly. "How could I stay away when my precious Iruma-kins was in danger?"

That made sense, but only very superficially. "Iruma is with Balam's group." And Sullivan should have been able to pinpoint exactly where the human was, considering both the magic of the Gluttonous Ring and the cologne masking the human scent of Iruma was easy enough to follow.

"Oh, I know," Lord Sullivan confirmed with a smile and went as far as winking at his security demon "But I have every faith the white gargoyle of Babyls can protect not only Iruma, but maybe impress my dear daughter some more while doing so."

Opera smiled faintly, their hands clasping together as their tail twitched with glee. "Oh? So Operation: Matchmaker is a go?"

"Absolutely! Oh you should have seen the way she was smiling at his messages today!" Sullivan pulled out his own phone, showing the feline demon snapshot of you smiling at your phone, simple happiness evident on your face. "Those two are going to be so cute together!"

"Indeed they will be, sir," they readily agreed. They were happy that perhaps finally, they had found someone appropriately suited to be their kohai's mate. Someone who wasn't perturbed by his skinship habits, or intense love of learning about anything that breathed.

And you accepted Balam's quirks readily, and even appreciated them. Dare they hope, loved him even for the supposed flaws

Hopefully, you wouldn't be scared off by his physical quirks either. It was easy to tell you found the professor attractive, but you hadn't seen his scar yet either. Or the rest of his demon nature.

"Speaking of which," Lord Sullivan interrupted Opera's silent musings. "Have you figured out which of these lovely demonesses have a thing for our little Iruma?"

"I'm pretty sure all of them, sir. Though Master Iruma continues to be oblivious."

“I’m glad they can all appreciate how wonderful my grandson is! Though, I have a feeling Asmodeus will be giving them a run for their money.” Lord Sullivan smiled as he watched Ameri land the final blow. “To have the honor of seeing the next era of the Netherworld develop right before our eyes, Opera, is going to be more fun than I thought it would be.”

Chapter Five

#balam shichiro #balam x reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #fanfic #kalego naberious #lord sullivan

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CHAPTER ONE - JACKSON, WYOMING

WORD COUNT - 2,369 WORDS.

RATING - G

She stood in front of them, arms protectively in front of her children who stood frightened and dishevelled behind her, there were three kins, each of them gripped onto the limbs of their mother, affrighted of the guns that were pointed towards them.

The woman’s eyes were wide as globes, as she was ready for her near end, she wanted to speak and urge the people to give them a chance to take habit in the Jackson community, withal, the woman’s eyes softened as a woman who held a shot-gun become hesitant the moment she noticed the three off-springs who stood terrified and clutched onto their mother as if she were their life source.

“It’s okay,” the woman put down her shot-gun and reassured her men, “let them in.”

The family of four underwent a dawn of relief as the gates loudly creaked and scraped open, allowed the four of them to enter the growing community. The children still latched adjacent against their mother scoped the surroundings with their eyes, remarked the warmth the community breathed that gently parched the cold condition they were in.

The mother, named Isabella Rosalind, a widowed fourty-two-year-old woman was set into a cabin large enough for her and her youngest daughter as her two kins lived in their own cabins that were opposite of hers. It’s been partly two days ever since Isabella’s arrival with her children; and the widowed woman was able to quickly settle in her new place, her skill of adaptability. Though, she was unsure about the rest of them, as the worrying matriarch she is, Isabella has attempted to check on her two oldest children, Ivy and Robin but they consoled and soothed her that everything was going to be fine.

Her youngest daughter, Venus, Isabella was certain that Venus struggled to settle, howbeit, Isabella couldn’t rush her youngest child as it has barely even been a week.

The day was new, and Isabella knew it wouldn’t do good if she imprisoned herself in her new home, the woman was able to comprehend that many of the citizens of Jackson were very close with one another and Isabella wanted them to warm up to her.

Venus waited for her mother, sat down on their large wooden deck, eyes settled against the complicated words of a book she found comfort in, Isabella didn’t understand it. Well, she understood the book but couldn’t find herself understanding why her daughter found comfort in such a sanguinary and murderous book, that was way before her time.

“Hi Mrs Rosalind!”

There were two young women who made their way towards the Rosalind matriarch, Isabella observed that they must have been around the same age as her daughter Ivy. She also observed that it has been a long time since she has been called Mrs Rosalind, people usually just called by her name, Isabella. Isabella remarked that it must’ve been the dark-haired teenager that called out to her, she was brown skinned, cute with dark eyes paired with thick eyebrows with light dusting of freckles on her face.

The other one had auburn hair, bright green eyes, fair skin with freckles, the mother noticed that there was a scar on her eyebrow and she seemed way less optimistic than the girl she came with.

Isabella smiled at the two young women who made their way towards her porch; Venus barely rose her head to look at the two older girls who greeted her mother, uninterested with the encounter, Venus, continued to read her book, blasé to join the situation.

“Hello,” Isabella greeted the youngsters and she was sure the dark-haired teenager forced the quiet girl to come along with her, “is there anything you guys need?”

“Yes, your children,” the dark-haired child lightly joked as she attempted to lighten the atmosphere and Isabella couldn’t help but force herself to smile at the girl’s poor joke, “Ellie and I want to show your children around the community,” the young lady hopefully expressed, “I guess the other two are in your home?” She cocked her head to the side to check if there were at least anyone in the cabin.

Yet, before Isabella could say anything else, Robin’s cabin door derived open and there came out Ivy with Robin behind her. Ellie and her friend faced the oldest Rosalind siblings with a sense of curiosity. The siblings had a flair of mysterious energy that matched the younger girl who barely acknowledged anyone in the situation, just like Venus, Ivy and Robin scarcely sanctioned Ellie and the dark-haired girl that stood next to her until they heard Isabella cough and interrupt the conversation the two siblings shared.

“Hi, I’m Dina,” the dark-haired girl introduced herself to Ivy, her right hand open for Ivy to shake. There was a hint of interest within Dina’s dark eyes that almost everyone acknowledged the growing tension between the two teenagers remarked.

Ivy gently beckoned her head before she shook Dina’s welcoming hand, “Ivy.”

Ivy was around five foot seven, and Dina couldn’t deny that she almost looked like a complete replica of Isabella. Ivy’s hair was dark and long as it was styled of a wolf-cut, intense brown eyes Dina couldn’t help but commend. She wore black clothes, a long-sleeved tight shirt that was gloved yet revealed her fingers, she was clothed in black trousers and black shoes, her grim and dingy appearance made Ivy appear way more engaging than she wanted to.

When Dina finally let go of Ivy’s hand she turned to gaze at Robin, a fifteen-year-old-boy, who barely looked like Isabella so Dina guessed that he must’ve looked like their father. His hair was messy but curly, some of the curls fell in front of his face but that disorderliness seemed to be a part of his character. He was handsome, and tall, at least had to be the tallest one in the conversation, his eyes were hazel, lashes long, lips full and skin tanned. He wore a grey hoody, with black trousers paired with grey sneakers, his set of clothes complimented his grungy appearance.

“Robin,” he kindly introduced himself, was the first between Dina and him to gesture the handshake which the dark-haired happily agreed to.

Dina looked back at the young girl who buried herself in her book, she didn’t feel insulted that Venus barely engaged with their conversation, she genuinely understood that it wasn’t going to be easy to settle in quickly. They lived in a cruel world and in a world where they have to live in survival mode. “And you must be?”

Isabella nudged Venus with her foot and silently encouraged her daughter to introduce herself, Venus glanced at Dina and felt everyone’s eyes fall on her. Venus looked towards Dina uncomfortable but for the sake of her mother, Venus played along and introduced herself to the young girl she ticked off as inquisitive. “Venus.”

“Like the planet?” A new voice emerged into the discussion but it was from a person that stood there since the beginning, Venus looked briefly towards the owner of the voice, Ellie, who seemed fascinated and engaged with the name choice.

Venus flashed a smile towards the auburn-haired girl before she echoed after her, “like the planet.”

Venus looked like Isabella along with her father she barely remembered. Her hair was long and curly, and if you looked at Venus properly, you’d notice she certainly looked like her brother Robin with Ivy’s imminent stare, her style was quite preppy, as she clothed herself in a white long sleeved buttoned shirt, over-layered with a black jumper. She wore dark grey school-shorts that stopped at the top of her knees, paired with knee-high black socks and white sneakers. Ellie couldn’t help but think that Venus reminded her of a private school kid with her attire.

“Dina, has kindly offered to show you guys around the community,” Isabella mentioned as she leaned against the ledge whilst she watched Ivy and Robin silently agree to Dina’s offer just as Venus submerged herself back into her book, silently denying Dina’s offer as the others loaded themselves to be shown around Jackson by Dina and Ellie.

“Venus, are you coming?” Robin attentively inquired his younger sibling who shook her head in response.

“Go inside,” Isabella compassionately ordered Venus who didn’t think twice before getting up to her feet, she scurried back into the cabin she shared with her mother as Isabella bid the young group a goodbye, she couldn’t help but notice a man watch Ellie from afar on his porch deck. His cabin was opposite Isabella’s but in a diagonal angle, his cabin was bigger compared to other houses she has seen in the Jackson community, Isabella thought he must have been someone important within the society.

Isabella recognised that he watched Ellie in a vigilant and guarding manner, and Isabella couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive, she considered him a fine man, with a heavy and muscular strong build. His hair was short with a few grey streaks in them, a full and abundant beard that matched the shade of the hair on his head.

Isabella must’ve stared at him for too long, as a result of his eyes looked into hers, the expression in his orbs seemed disgruntled and out of embarrassment Isabella clumsily smiled as she gracelessly waved at him. “Hi,” she clumsily greeted and felt even more awkward when the man didn’t share the inelegant humour she had.

“I’m Isabella,” she stiffly introduced herself whilst she forced herself to smile through the painful moment as he gazed at her, bored, “Isabella Rosalind---it’s nice to meet you---”

“Joel Miller,” he bestowed himself, irritated and remote, he then turned away from her and sipped a substance from a mug he held.

Isabella was not an idiot; she could tell when someone did not want to have a conversation with her. Discouraged, Isabella gently clicked her tongue, she therefore pulled her hands away from the wooden rails her hands were wrapped around and accordingly made her way back into her home. Her amateurish and bulky conversation with Joel disheartened her from meeting up with other citizens of Jackson. Feasibly, she believed today was not the day she should strike conversations with other individuals, as she was still settling in this new community, she believed people would be understanding why it’ll take her quite a while to start putting herself within the society.

Maria, who was the lady who allowed the Rosalind family to take place in their organisation, with how beat up her and her children looked, Maria didn’t force questions down Isabella’s throat and encouraged her to take her time to speak about what must’ve happened prior to their arrival.

Maria also had a husband, who went by Tommy and Isabella couldn’t help but regard the similar features Tommy and Joel shared, Isabella wondered if the two might’ve been related, it would have made sense because of the large house Joel owned.

The cabin Isabella had two floors, plainly, the second floor held the bedrooms, there were at least four in the cabin which Isabella aided that if Ivy or Robin wanted to stay over the night, they were more than welcome to. The matriarch hauled herself up the staircase to spend time in her chamber but a small sniffle stopped Isabella in her path and she altered the route to Venus’ room.

The moment she entered Venus’ room the young girl cowered in anguish and dejection. Isabella scanned Venus and immediately realised that her shoes and high knee socks were off and there exposed on her lower left leg was the two-month-old profound bite mark that seemed to be the cause of Venus’ distress.

“Venus!” Isabella whispered in shock as she hurried towards her, urged her daughter to put back on her socks. “Venus, what if someone was here?” Isabella emotionally cried out whilst she helped her young kin pull the fabric up her legs but Venus didn’t respond but drowned in her silent misery.

Her child’s lack of vocal correspondence caused Isabella to stop what she was doing and pulled Venus into a loving embrace. What her daughter least needed was having her mother nag about covering up the bite mark in a time of expressing her emotional thoughts, “what if I do turn?” the young girl muttered scared for what was to come for her in the future.

With her chin against the crest of Venus’ head, her embrace around the young girl tightened, “it only takes two days for someone to turn into an infected,” Isabella factually stated, understanding of Venus’ fear, “you have been bitten for two months and nothing has happened to you, you’re not going to change into one of them.”

“But what if it’s different for me?”

Isabella shakingly sighed, she wished that this conversation didn’t occur as much as it did, yet, Venus was a thirteen-year-old kid, she would get scared easier, be way more fearful, she had so much of life and the world to explore and the thought of the bite turning her into one of those harmful beings has restricted Venus from being happy and living in the moment.

Isabella remembered the girl Venus once was, and how that incident easily fashioned Venus into becoming isolative and despondent.

“It won’t happen, okay?” Isabella robustly briefed her youngest child as if she attempted to force Venus to believe that the aged bite was not going to transform her. The girl’s silence lingered, her head against her mother’s chest, her eyes swelled from all the tears she liberated; Isabella’s fingers mildly raked through Venus’ curls in the act of lightly shushing her to sleep.

Shortly, Venus’ eyes grew tired and Isabella’s mission of sending her child to sleep was successful. In the midst of the placidity, Isabella did contemplate about a scenario of someone finding out about Venus’ bite mark, would they tell others? Would they attempt to kill her? Withal, Isabella silently promised to herself and Venus that if someone displayed themselves as threat, she would have to handle them, even if the outcome was to execute them.

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elyospace · 1 year

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Just a small post (lol) to explain my love for JSHK because I’m obsessed with this manga since 3 years and I have to ramble about this wherever and whenever I can.

Also I’m French so my English is probably bad but at this point I don’t care about it.

Back then in March 2020 I wanted to watch a short shojo-like anime. I was depressed af, made attempts and felt unloved, unlikable, and unable to like anything since I had watched some animes and I always ended up disappointed for some reason.

I felt unworthy of love so I just needed to have a good time by watching two idiots in love (that’s what I thought about shojos and it’s a part of the truth). The op of JSHK just popped in my YouTube recommendations, I didn’t understand anything but I saw it was classified as romance, supernatural, school-life comedy with only 8 episodes (I discovered it before the end of the season) and I thought "great, I’ll have a good time not to think about my messy life, I’ll forget quickly about this — it happened the day before an exam so I had to be focused on the exam *cough* — and everything will be fine !"

Oh God.

When I watched 5 episodes many thoughts came to my mind like… I thought at first I’ll get to hate Nene and Kou because of how annoying they were, and I stopped trusting Hanako when he said not everyone could summon him THIS SENTENCE WAS A HUGE REDFLAG FOR ME! Also I recognized myself a lot in him and it didn’t make me feel very good, but I enjoyed it anyways, I was genuinely surprised to like this cutie show!

But I also felt something was wrong. Like. It can’t be THAT cute. I had a bad feeling, I couldn’t identify it I just felt scared for the main cast for some reason.

Then we got a bit of Amane’s backstory and it crashed my soul. I thought "oh ok it will be THAT angsty sometimes but… it won’t be often right?" I was soooo shocked I shut down for almost an hour after the episode.

Then there’s Mitsuba and Kou and THAT moment made me cry. I was afraid Mitsuba’s case would be solved by some power of friendship mess and I did NOT wanted that in this cute-but-angsty series. I absolutely despise power of friendship almost everytime I see it in a manga.

Tsukasa broke my heart in a million of pieces, I felt betrayed because I just wanted to have a good moment with cute characters and HERE I AM CRYING FOR THE DEATH OF AN ALREADY DEAD PERSON EVEN THOUGH I CANT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I CRIED BECAUSE OF AN ANIME OH MY GOOD THIS IS SOO GOOD.

I wanted to know the end of the story because I thought it would be a short one. I live in France and the manga wasn’t published yet, there were no scans so I looked for the English scans, there were 65 of them at this moment.

I’ve read everything in a single night. Before my exam. I didn’t sleep well though.

This was such a new feeling for me. To finally discover a story that matched my tastes so much, that made me go through so much emotions I can’t even describe. I fell in love with JSHK and I was so happy. Because I saw some foreshadowings that worried me (Nene’s charadesign especially) and the manga told me HELL YEAH YOU HAVE EVERY REASON TO BE WORRIED ABOUT THEM AND ILL GIVE YOU MUCH MORE REASONS TO WORRY FOR THEM.

Picture Perfect Arc especially was a masterpiece to me at this point (it was 3: AM I felt still tired). I loved every moment, every character development… I thought "will the next chapters be as good as those? I don’t know how".

Then chapter 71 crashed my heart again. I cried again, for almost an hour which never happened in my life before.

Still the manga gives me everything that I need. I wanted so badly to see a character development such as Nene’s and Kou’s, to read such a wonderful story that will gives me the inspiration to theorize on it, to admire an art style so unique and distinct from everything else… but the more I read it the more I realized I needed to go on therapy because i recognized myself a lot only in ghosts. Even now I still kin Hanako, Mitsuba and Shijima (less than it was lol). Also I discovered the feeling of kinning a character, it never happened to me before I read JSHK.

The more I think about it, the more I fall in love with it, the more I’m worried because the manga matches my tastes so much and I’m a sadistic person especially with fictional persons so I’m awfully scared, but UGHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A GREAT FEELING!

Anyways, I’m just some random young adult rambling about the manga that made me realize I have great tastes, that’s why I’m a picky eater. Thank you AidaIro for making me laugh and cry a lot.

#jshk thoughts

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fallensnowfan · 1 year

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After thinking more in depth on Zoro’s character in my Vol 105 SBS posts, I’ve grown to appreciate his character more, though I’ve said a lot about him lately, I feel like talking about Nami at the moment.

She has been my fave character in One Piece since the escape from Whole Cake and has never fallen from that spot for me. I like her more with each post-Wano chapter that releases too. She is consistently funny and cute and has several of the best scenes of the Straw Hats during Wano too. The ninja shenanigans with Shinobu were fun and silly, her trying and failing to give Zeus a new name is already a classic gag imo, standing up to both Ulti and Kaido and doing some damage to the first rules, completing her plan to have Big Mom and Ulti fight was very her. While it would have also been neat to see her and Usopp find a way to K.O. the dino siblings themselves, Nami and Usopp did say that they didn’t have enough power on their own to defeat them. Everything with her and Tama and her care for children in general is great and of course her being an accepting friend to the lovely Miss Lingering Snow.

Love her teaming up with Luffy against Cracker and her taking charge of guiding the Sunny to safety, allowing Luffy to focus on his duel with Kata. Her waiting with Luffy when he was refusing to eat any food that wasn’t made by Sanji gets me a bit teary eyed still, and the two of them giving Sanji a wake up call, when he was refusing to reach out, is a fantastic moment of raw emotion from the three.

The more I think about it, her relying more and more on lightning attacks works well for her, even if I miss the variety a bit, it’s honestly not a bad trade off. Still not 100% on board with the Zeus stuff though, didn’t quite feel like teamwork or maybe it was to show that Nami hasn’t quite figured ou how to best work with Zeus? Idk. Nami is not, nor has she ever been a fighter. Like Usopp, Nami is a survivor who can kick ass when needed, though can also make use of what’s available to her in ways no other crew member does. It’s inline with her personality to rely on the best chance she has to take down her opponent and become a trickster and glass canon of sorts. Certainly helps that she has plenty of great non-combat oriented scenes to love too. Forcing every Straw Hat into a fight each arc would harm the pacing, and some of the Straw Hat’s fights against the Tobi Roppo kinda did to be honest, for me at least. It really shouldn’t have taken 15 chapters to show that Kin and Kiku were still kicking. Basically, I like that One Piece is not only a battle manga and don’t need nor want all of the Straw Hats to be able to warp reality with their will power or whatever.

#one piece #nami #whole cake island arc #wano arc #post-wano arc

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scarletslippers · 2 years

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For the FanFic Ask:

36. What fic are you proudest of?

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

36. What fic are you proudest of?

Definitely most proud of May’s birthday fic - I know you (and I’m not going anywhere)!

It was a bit of a journey to figure out exactly what the fic was going to look like, and how to make it all fit together but in the end it turned out how I wanted! All the parallels of hand-holding, cheek kisses, the ‘I love you’s, as a contrast to where they are now, the reveal of why they broke up, and then how all those things come back in them fighting for each other and fixing it! I also really love the ‘dad detours’ in that fic - Carson’s moment especially. His voice was very clear when I was writing it and I’m very proud of how that part turned out. Also just the writing style and description I worked very hard on and I’m very happy with it!

And a side shout-out to and though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you - very proud of myself as a new writer for writing something so big, for finishing a multi-chapter, particularly one that even now people still seem to love and reread. Very grateful and very proud to have done that.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

I feel like not really! I love some good angst, hurt/comfort, balanced with the softness and some cute/sweet fluff!

I definitely like to read pining more than I like to write it (see: The Established Nace Agenda), but I have written it a few times and been pretty happy with the result!

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Next of Kin is absolutely that fic for me! It was entirely written two, maybe 3 months before I posted it? I wrote it pretty early in beginning to write fic, and I felt like it was super-tropey, and probably not something that would appeal to many people but myself. I wrote it for me, I thought it was fun, so I was pretty content to just leave it in my docs for me to reread and post when it felt right. I did not at all expect it to get the reaction that it did! I’m obviously so glad that people love it as much as I do, but I was definitely surprised!

Send me a fanfic writing ask!

#thanks winter!#ask game #please I don't want to do real things today

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alinalioness · 15 days

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Alina and Friends Chapter 4:Town and theater.

It was night and all the heroes were sleeping on the boat, which was still sailing. They are wrapped up in a blanket together. When morning came, they were still asleep, but Alina heard a dolphin squeak and woke up.

Alina:Dolphin... (Got out of the blanket and looked at the sea. Later I saw something) Wow.

Christina:What's there?

Alina:There's a dolphin there.

The others:A dolphin?

The others stood up and saw the blue dolphin. For Alina, this dolphin seemed familiar, which made her smile.

Daisy:I didn't know you liked dolphins.

Alina: Yes.

Rosa:He's so cute.

Spongebob:And he clearly doesn't look like us.

The dolphin saw the heroes and became interested. He swam up to them and squeaked to them.

Heroes:Hi. (Sanya strokes the dolphin)

Patrick:(Happily) Oh, honey.

Alina:Please tell me, you are not familiar with 12 people?

The others were surprised at the question, and the dolphin nodded.

Sanya:And he knows the human language.

Alina:Are they really there? (She pointed and the dolphin nodded) Thank you. (The dolphin has swum away)

Heroes:(Waving their hands) Bye!

Christina:What kind of question was that?

Alina:Well, I thought this dolphin was from my favorite game balan wonderworld.

Heroes:Wow!

Krash:What is it?

Alina:This is a game from Japan. It's true that it's a failure, but it's good for me, even though I didn't play.

Chiko:I think Balan himself, if he understood correctly (Adjusted his glasses), will help us.

Alina:And not only him, but also his friends. They live in Highland Isle.

Carlin:For me, it's made up, he's nowhere to be found.

Alina:I don't know either. But since the dolphin hinted that there is, it means they live in North America.

Sanya: (Pointed) Is this the one?

The heroes were surprised to see the very city of Highland Isle as they approach.

Alina:(Happily) Yes! It's him!

Patrick:(Jumping joyfully) Hurray! So they will help us!

Kayna:Patrick, please don't jump!

The boat started shaking and turned over. Fortunately, the heroes were not injured and went ashore. But their heads were stuck in the boat.

Squidward:(Displeased) It's so cramped.

Alina:I hope there won't be a fire, because Kayna is a fire monster.

Kayna:I'll agree with that. But don't worry, the lava won't get there.

Suddenly, the heroes heard sounds as if someone had punched through the back boat. It turned out that it was the Jelly's tail that broke through.

Krash:At least the place will be free.

Katya:But we need to find characters, at least from the wonderworld, to help.

Alina:(An idea came up) Mr. Krabs, try to punch through the top of the boat so you can see.

Mr. Krabs:Do you think? Okay. (I punched the bottom of the boat with my eyes and it was visible) Hmm, that's right. Wait, did you mean that I can command?

Alina:Yes.

Mr. Krabs: Hmm, a smart kid. All right, everyone listen to my command. You got it.

Others:Yes.

Mr. Krabs:Then go ahead. I see steps and a slide next to it. So we're going down the hill.

Since only Squidward and Kayna touched the ground, they walked as Mr. Krabs ordered. They had just reached the town of Highland Isle.

Christina:And you came up with it cleverly.

Alina:Yeah.

Mr. Krabs: Stop.(Squidward and Kayna stopped) The color is red at the traffic light.

While the heroes were standing, people noticed them.

Man №1:He's kind of weird.

Mr. Krabs:Won't those people from the world of miracles eat me and my staff?

Alina:Who will eat humanoid marine life?

Patrick:That's smart.

Mr. Krabs:That's it, green, let's go.

The heroes continued to walk calmly until Alina saw through the cracks a familiar pizzeria with the inscription "Freddy Fazber's Pizzeria".

Christina:What is Alina?

Alina:This pizzeria reminded me of something. There is no such thing in Highland Isle. (I noticed that they stopped) What's happening?

Mr. Krabs:Uh, we just have a little problem. We are surrounded by.

The people of Highland Island surrounded the heroes while they were a little scared.

Man №2:What kind of incomprehensible creature is this?

Woman №1:A living monster.

Man №3:Just look at this.

Alina was terribly restless and tried not to make any sounds. But...

Alina:We are not local! (The boat burst without hitting anyone, and people were shocked) Oops...

Christina:(He speaks with his teeth) What did you do?

Alina:(Awkwardly) Well... good afternoon...

Minutes of silence...

Man №3:TAKE THEM!

The heroes got scared and started running away from them.

Alina:Sorry guys, I couldn't help myself.

Daisy:It's okay, we got out anyway.

Christina:And why are you acting like us?

Lula:The girls have no time, they're catching up with us!

In another street of the city, a small hooded creature was walking. He saw the heroes who passed by him and dropped his phone. Fortunately, Alina helped him to give.

Alina:I'm sorry, it's just that people are chasing me and my friends. (I heard people screaming) I have to go. (He runs away)

Creature:(Called someone) Guys, these people need help.

Meanwhile, with Alina.

Alina managed to escape, but noticed that she was lost.

Alina:Guys? Where are you? (I ran to look for) Girls! Kikoriki! SpongeBob!

No matter how hard I tried to look for them, I still couldn't find them. She came across a street with a basketball court and a fountain. She looked at her reflection with sadness.

Alina:It seems... I let everyone down... (She sat down on the basketball court and was still sad)

Four silhouettes were watching her. One looked like a bear with a top hat, another like a rabbit, another like a chicken, and another like a fox with a hook on his wrist. Alina heard someone Chirping and looked. She saw that in front of her was a fluffy yellow creature that looked like a chicken.

Alina:Tim? (Tim nodded) Do you know where my friends are?

Tim points Alina in the right direction and she follows him.

Before that, with the others.

The heroes continued to run until Lula noticed that Alina was not there.

Lula:Guys, Alina is not here. (Everyone stopped)

Krash:How not?

Squidward:Don't tell me they've been caught.

Lula:I don't think she's been caught, but we need to look for her.

Carlin:Let's split up. The girls are going to the left. We kikoriki from Kayna are going to the right. And SpongeBob and his friends are going to the beach. Ok?

The others:Fine.

The heroes were divided into three groups. So far, they have been watched by 14 human silhouettes (7 men and 7 women) who have left.

Meanwhile, with the girls.

The girls were looking for Alina near the art gallery.

Sanya:Closed. Alina could hardly get here.

Julia:She should be here before people find her.

Lula:If one good person knew, it would be no problem. (She noticed that Jelly was sad while a redhead climbed on her head to calm her down)

Someone's unfamiliar light hand was holding a red tim with cat ears. tim came up to the girls chirping.

Katya:See. (The girls came up to Tim)

Daisy:Oh, my God, she's so cute.

Christina:Where are you from?

Tim tweets and points out where they need to be.

Julia: I think she knows where Alina is.

Christina:But we are... Hey, it's tim. Alina told me. Come on.

The girls followed Tim while six silhouettes watched them.

Meanwhile, with Kikoriki and Kayna.

Kikoriki and Kayna were looking for Alina near the fire station.

Olga:She could hardly be here to hide. She's adequate.

Carlin:We know that, but we have to look for her.

Krash:What if she hid well?

Bokko:Who knows?

The four silhouettes watched the heroes and nodded to each other. They sent a blue tim with bear ears and a cap with a propeller on his head. tim went over to Kayna and she took it.

Kayna:Guys, look. (The Kikoriki noticed)

Kikoriki:Wow!

Rosa:He's so cute.

Krash:Where are you from?

Tim jumped out of Kayne's hand and points to the right place.

Bokko:He probably needs help, or he found Alina.

Carlin:Then follow him.

The heroes followed tim while the silhouettes left.

Meanwhile, with SpongeBob and his friends.

SpongeBob and his friends searched on the beach and didn't find it either.

Spongebob:Have you found it? (His friends shook their heads)

Sandy:She's not here. We even asked the dolphin.

Patrick:(Sad) Really, we'll never find Alina.

Spongebob:Don't worry, Patrick, we'll definitely find her.

Suddenly they heard a chirp. When they turned around, they saw a pink tim with Rabbit ears and a yellow flower on his head.

Spongebob:What a sweet thing. Are you lost?

Tim shook her head and pointed to the right place.

Patrick:Is Alina there? (Happily) Hooray, we found it!

Squidward:What if it's slander? (Tim gets angry) Okay, okay.

Spongebob:Then let's go.

The heroes followed tim.

Meanwhile, with Alina.

Alina walked with tim and sang the song with her mouth closed. Tim seemed familiar when he heard the song.

Alina:Yes, this is my favorite song of yours. (She stopped with tim) I often listen to her.

Suddenly Alina noticed the girlfriends with red tim.

Alina: Is that... how? (Kikoriki and Kayna came with blue tim)

Krash:Christmas needles... (SpongeBob and his friends came with pink tim)

Spongebob:Not happening...

Alina:G... guys! (Hugs friends while Tim is happily watching) I'm so glad to see you all.

Christina:We also.

Lula:We were so scared for you (Everyone was released from the embrace)

Spongebob:Cute furry creatures helped us.

Alina:This are tims from wonderworld. And I can already guess where we are.

The rest:Where?

The heroes saw the doors, and above them was the inscription balan wonderworld.

Heroes:Balan wonderworld.

Alina:So it's true. Forward.

The characters enter the theater. They were surprised by this place, but Alina was more surprised. Krash and Chiko they look at the poster of a girl who loves bugs. And SpongeBob and Patrick are looking at a poster of a boy who wants to be one with the wind.

Krash:Were these people actors?

Alina:Yes. But this is to be honest inhabitants.

Chiko:And why were they called that?

Alina:They were the first to enter the theater when the tragedy happened. Fortunately Leo and Emma saved them and dealt with these problems.

Kayna:And Leo and Emma are their friends?

Alina:Yes, they had problems. But thanks to the test, everything turned out fine.

Rosa:(I noticed something) See.

The heroes stopped when they saw a humanoid dressed in white, red and blue clothes. He wore a top hat with a red summer and turquoise hair underneath. He held and looked at the yellow crystal that looked like a droplet, where the heroes were visible.

???:O! (He smiled with his teeth and put a drop) Well, hello ... (He began to spin towards the heroes and bowed) and welcome!

The heroes were scared, but Alina had such a smile, as if she wanted to scream with happiness. From this, the maestro noticed.

Alina:(Happily) THIS IS A REAL BALAN! YEEE!

Balan:Oh! Pretty hilarious re- wait a minute, how do you know my name?

Krash:She's been watching about you and she's a fan.

Balan:She, my fan, and the others?

Alina:(Nodded) Yes.

Balan:Oh my God... (Happily) it's so positive! (Spinning with the heroes) It's so unexpected.

Alina:If anything, we realized that you and tim saved us.

Balan:Thank you, not only me and tim, but also my friends. And not only from the wonderworld.

Heroes:Really?

Alina:I want to say right away that Balan does not like to be asked too many questions.

Balan:And you're just caring and adequate. Well? (I checked my fingers and Tims appeared who helped. Alina's is pink, Krash has blue, SpongeBob has yellow, and Kayna has red) So it's time for us... (Leads the heroes into the hall, putting things in order and snapped his fingers) arrange a show!

Light spotlights were directed at Balan standing on the stage. Then he made a wheel and four copies of it appeared. Then one of the copies flew up around the heroes and the heroes sat down on a chair. Later, other tims appear on the scene and jump while Balan created a wave of droplets. Balan then floats on the ocean stage, and then it changes to a small town while Alina and the girls fly by.

Alina:(Happily) How fun!

Then SpongeBob and his friends fly and land with lifebuoys at sea. But it turns out it was a glass of water when Balan drank it. Then when the door appeared and opened, Balan was dancing in the neon world.

Balan:Well, now... (Kikoriki and Kaina notice the tims) We will go to the wonderworld!

*The screen turned white*

To be continued...

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