divided attention

geniebjones  asked:

Jb reaction to his girlfriend coming over to spend time with him, but all three of his cats start loving and crawling all over her, stilling her attaintion.( and her stilling their love)?

he gets a little jealous with the divided attention but the sight is too cute to be mad at

~ahgase Omma

Sometimes advice to be more productive asks a lot of you, perhaps too much. It’s okay if you’re not ready to throw away your TV. It’s okay if you don’t want to get up at 4AM to work out. Through extensive reading of self-help books and trying these myself, I found these little tips yield big results.

1. Get Out of Bed Earlier. Most people naturally have more energy in the morning. But not all of us are morning people. It helps to:

  • Let in natural light. Open the blinds to wake yourself up.
  • Drink a glass of water. After sleeping, you are usually dehydrated, and often dehydration is confused with tiredness.

2. Get Ready to Face the Day. It usually helps to be dressed when facing the day, even if you have nowhere to be.

  • Get dressed. Nothing fancy, just something comfortable, something you might wear to school.
  • Wash your face + brush your teeth.
  • Eat a substantial breakfast.

3. Start With the Hardest Thing. If you haven’t already made your to do list for the day, make one, and then begin with the hardest task on the list. Since the morning is when you have the most drive and energy, putting it off might mean that you may not have the energy to accomplish it later.

4. Unplug Yourself. Untether yourself from your phone while you work. Attempting to multitask just divides your attention and makes you less efficient. Get an app that keeps you away from your phone. I find Forest works well for me. If you’re really struggling with the internet, put your computer away and go analog: do your work long hand.

5. Take Breaks and Stay Hydrated. As I mentioned before, sometimes when we feel tired, we’re really just thirsty. Also, some people find they work best in 90 minute sprints, while others work best with shorter periods of focus broken up with short breaks (See: Pomodoros).

I hope this helps. Good luck out there!

Hey so Trump is allegedly going to announce America’s exit out of the Paris Climate Deal (making us one of three countries in the world to not be in it), so if we can get this covefefe bullshit out of our system within the next 3 hours, that would be great because this is not something to divide our attention on. 

Sorry for my inactivity– My attention is divided among right my classes, commissions, and Fire Emblem lmao cries// I want to make sure I’m comfortable with my class schedule. It’s tiring having quizzes/essays every week and exams every other week. TT TT

Pacts

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  The reader made a pact with Dean and Sam to meet up on a special date.  Do the brothers keep their word?

Word Count:  2821

Warnings:  Shower smut, language

This for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge.  I chose Four Roses Bourbon and the prompt: “Can you help me take a shower?” (I played with the wording slightly. 

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE!

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Pacts

“Happy birthday to me,” you say with a sigh as you sit on the edge of the bed and flip through the shitty basic cable programming on the motel TV.

The knock at the door pulls you out of your pity party. Cautiously, you pull back the curtain. As soon as you see who is at the door, you pull back the deadbolt and throw it wide open.

“DEAN!” You throw yourself into his arms. The elder Winchester laughs as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Pulling back from his embrace, you tilt your head to look up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you think I’d forget your twenty-first birthday?” he says.

God, it’s good to see Dean. Really fucking good. Until you saw, you’d hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed him. You peer around his shoulder, looking expectantly for his brother.

“Sorry, kid. It’s just me,” he says apologetically.

“What? No, I’m so glad you’re here! Come in,” you say, stepping back. Dean steps in, surveying your current digs.  

“Are you hunting alone?” Dean asks with concern, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can handle myself,” you retort, automatically falling back into the role of younger kid, Dean was always the oldest. He was the one who told you and Sammy what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. You were the one that argued with him, the defiant one, the one who questioned his orders.

“No, hey,” Dean replies. “I know you can. Let’s not - I’m here to celebrate. Whaddya say we grab some dinner and I buy you your first legal drink?”

“I’d say it’s fitting, since you’re the one who gave me my first illegal drink,” you tease.

Dean laughs. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You still a lightweight?”

“Let’s find out,” you say, throwing him a wink.

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 13

(Chapter Index: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14)

When Reigen finally threw open the doctor office’s door, frantic and frazzled and 42 minutes late, he was certain he’d walked into the wrong room.

Colorful was the first thing to come to mind, between the wallpaper and the rug and the toys scattered across it. Blocky cartoon animals rung the wall, each a solid unnatural unapologetic color: pink tiger followed by orange monkey followed by green giraffe. The rug matched in vibrancy, stark geometric patterns stained across it like paint spatter. Camouflaged among the pinks and blues and greens were the toys: one abacus-like contraption of twirling wires and movable pieces, two simplistic puzzles where single pieces belonged distinctly to each of the six gouges in their surfaces, a single plastic truck gunked at the wheels with paint chipped along all sides from years of use.

Reigen looked up, and registered the three distinct sets of moms and children spread around the waiting room, each parent varying degrees of visibly exhausted. The left-most mom sat rocking a snotty and red-cheeked baby on her knee. The right-most spoke quietly and tersely on the phone while her son probed her iPad. The brother-sister pair in the center eyed the abacus toy on the rug with furtive, eager glances to their mom and back.

Reigen would have eased the door shut with a quiet, embarrassed apology for his mistake. He didn’t, once he noticed the married couple tucked away in the wooden chairs in the corner. Recognition registered like surprise in Reigen’s mind—he hardly recognized them—and it was Jun who caught his eye. She flagged him over.

He stepped carefully across the colored rug, lest he step on some well-disguised toy strewn somewhere. He kept his steps high, and relaxed only once he’d made it to the open seat beside Tetsuo. He took it, attention divided between Tetsuo and the kids, who filled him with sort of a confused wonder–the brother-sister pair had now scrambled to the abacus toy, eyes alight, and were spinning its plastic pieces.

“Dr. Wong is a pediatrician,” Jun said, following Reigen’s eyes and guessing at his silent confusion.

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sonyathefairy  asked:

Andreil+ kiss in the rain.It's years after Trk and Neil and Andrew live together.Andrew isn't home for some reason when Neil gets a message from Ichirou and panics and runs away.Maybe it's raining when Andrew finally finds Neil?And then they kiss

Hope you don’t mind that I combined your prompt with this post (credit to @frxnkenstein). I was writing it anyway but you giving me the prompt of Ichirou just fit in there too well.

Warning! Brief mentions of body gore and a crude reference to Andrew’s past abuse.

Life was good and then Neil ruined it.

Which was typical for Neil, if Andrew was honest about it. Neil was good at disturbing settled things (and settled people) like the way he had come crashing into Andrew’s life and disturbed everything about it those few short years ago.

And now he had done it again, only Andrew couldn’t find it in himself to be grateful that he had come home to two bloated cats, food bag overturned and kibble scattered on the floor – King still stuffing her face with it – and a pizza burning in the oven. Andrew only took the time to shut off the oven, open the windows, and hide the cat food away from King before turning around and walking right out the front door again.

Neil wasn’t home.

(He was damn well going to clean up anything King or Sir vomited up though, Andrew would make sure.)

Calling from the stairwell didn’t work. The call dropped on its own in the middle of the first ring. The second call from the parking lot worked better but only enough for Neil to answer and spitefully say, “Don’t call me” before he hung up. The third call went straight to voicemail, indicating that Neil had shut off his phone.

Andrew hesitated beside his Maserati in the heavy rain, phone still open and in hand. Neil had said no, effectively. He clearly wasn’t willing to talk. He probably wanted space as well.

He would come back, Andrew told himself. Neil had told him there wasn’t any offer the world could make that could entice him the way an apartment with Andrew had. Neil had told him that himself, through tear-stricken eyes and with a key clutched close to his heart. So he would; Neil would come home.

Andrew got in his car anyway. On the off chance that something had happened… Neil would always come home. If he could.

Andrew would make sure he could.

-

He found him almost an hour and a half later. Andrew had actually driven past him twice before noticing that the soggy mass tucked into alley’s corner was not a trash bag, but one curled up Neil Josten. He didn’t move when Andrew called to him from the street or when Andrew honked the horn – nothing so much as a flinch or twitch.

Suddenly worried that Neil was unconscious, Andrew flew out of the car (parked but still running) and ran to Neil’s side. But when Andrew reached out to touch him, Neil whimpered and turned away. A small pile of rain-diluted vomit lay beside him.

“Neil?” Andrew tried so hard to make it not sound like a question but he didn’t know what was wrong. He couldn’t see any injuries. All he knew was Neil seemed to be unresponsive. 

“Neil,” he tried again, stronger, angrier. Neil made eye contact at least. “What happened.” Without meaning to, Andrew’s hand reached out and brushed soaked bangs away from Neil’s eyes. It stayed there when Neil leaned up into it, a small whine making its way past blue lips. Neil wasn’t even wearing a jacket or socks. Just his usual running clothes: shorts, shirt, and shoes. Now that he had a hand on him, Andrew could feel him freezing and shivering, cold from the still-falling rain.

What had happened?

“Neil,” Andrew’s other hand went to grip his spot on Neil’s neck. Neil’s shivers intensified and Andrew’s worry grew. He could only do so much when Neil wasn’t talking. Gently, slowly, Andrew moved in closer to Neil, kneeling over his torso as a cover from the rain. A sob ran through Neil, warm tears running over his scars; Andrew’s thumb ran after them.

“Shh,” he cooed, trying to sooth him, this man who had become so singularly important. “Shh, I’m here,” he promised, sealing the deal with slow kisses bestowed along Neil’s face: his crown, his jaw, his temple. Neil turned into them, still crying, still shivering, looking for Andrew’s lips with his own, wanting to capture that promise for himself. Andrew gave it, a hushed final declaration, “I’m right here, Neil,” he soothed, “I’m right here with you.” And then he set out to warm Neil’s mouth with his own, uncaring about the cold rain striking his own spine.

-

Neil still hadn’t said a word when Andrew finally got him home. He had toweled him off, stripped him of his clothes, and bundled him in a blanket on the couch. The cats were with him, fat and still not happy, yowling at Neil in competition for his adoring hands. They seemed to be helping Neil calm down. Forcing his gaze away, Andrew watched his very best chocolate stash melt in a pot on the stove and set rice to boil (Neil’s stomach surely wouldn’t tolerate anything fancier).

Bringing over a mug of chocolate for Neil, Andrew was a little surprised to feel Neil reach out and tug on his wrist.

“Get out of those clothes and sit with me.” Neil’s voice was raspy but his eyes were clear again and he was staring at Andrew the way Andrew always hated.

He had never been so glad to see it though.

He sat by Neil’s side shortly thereafter and Neil wasted no time in opening the blanket to him, huddling close and snuggling into Andrew’s collarbone. Andrew couldn’t tell if it bothered him that he and Neil weren’t asking ‘yes or no’ for anything tonight. At the very least, it didn’t matter – he wouldn’t refuse Neil anything tonight, not a damn thing in the world. And Andrew wanted to be close, wanted Neil held firm in his arms, wanted skin to warm skin, wanted Neil to feel at home and warm and safe.

The cats loudly disapproved of Neil’s divided attention and shifting position but Andrew couldn’t be bothered to give a shit and shoved at them until they pissed off somewhere else. (Probably to piss on Andrew’s clothes. They never pissed on Neil’s.)

After a minute of just breathing each other in, Neil began explaining. “Ichirou called.” 

Andrew’s hold tightened considerably. Neil took a deep breath, soaking in Andrew’s unconditional protection. 

“Romero found him. Well, he found Romero. I think. I don’t know.” Neil’s breath caught when Andrew pressed a kiss to his hair. His stressed and wrinkled brow eased a bit though. Neil was reminded that Andrew had found him and Andrew had brought him home.

“Car was waiting downstairs. Took me to some warehouse in the north. Romero was already dead when I got there and they needed to do away with the body. Ichirou wanted insight into… into how Lo… Lola had done it for my father.” Neil shuddered, no part of him capable of feeling the warmth surrounding him. “Y-You… You called when I was… I was still…”

Andrew kissed him hard and deep, quite sure Neil wasn’t ready to confess his sins, if they even had been his. Fighting to keep his mind despite Neil’s desperate sounds, (eager to keep up and kiss back) Andrew thought back to the brief command Neil had issued when he called earlier. He could recognize Nathaniel in it now, a shell Neil still occasionally wore to remove himself from what was happening. No wonder he had been dissociating when Andrew had found him.

“I’m here, Neil,” Andrew repeated, hands rubbing the shivers out of Neil’s body, diving back in to kiss them out too. “I’m here, you’re here. You’re Neil Josten and Neil Josten is mine to protect.”

Neil gave a fleeting smile, shook his head and pressed a single brilliant kiss to Andrew’s lips, hand reverent on his jaw. Pulling away, Neil said, “Neil Josten is just yours. Full stop.” Tears welling in his eyes, he added, “I just wish Nathaniel Wesninski wasn’t Ichirou’s.”

“He’s not.” Andrew refused to acknowledge the knotted mass in his chest – the joy and the heat and the fear, the absolute terror that he would break or abuse this trust Neil had in him – and insisted, “Nathaniel Wesninski doesn’t belong to anyone. You left him to die in Baltimore.”

Neil shook his head, lowered his gaze to Andrew’s heartbeat. “He felt so real tonight, Andrew. More real than I’ve ever felt before. I think… part of me liked cutting where Ichirou said to cut.”

“I don’t believe you.” And he didn’t. Neil enjoyed hurting people as much as he enjoyed skipping Exy practice. Nathaniel had probably never liked it either, had only done it because he knew it was kill or be killed. “You did what you had to. To survive.”

“Yeah,” Neil agreed, meeting his eyes. “And the things I did with you and the Foxes? That was to survive too. I’ve had twenty-two different names, Andrew, all for the sake of surviving. How am I supposed to know what’s real for one when it feels so false for all the others?”

If there was anyone who understood the struggle to feel real, it was Andrew. There were still days he felt hollow, like a fuckable animated flesh husk was all he was.

“You don’t have to know that now,” Andrew recited, recalling many a similar discussion with Betsy, “You just have to stay here. Neil, Nathaniel, whoever you are; you just stay.” Swallowing, taking an enormous risk, Andrew finished with, “Stay and be mine.”

And Neil was staring at him like they were still twenty years old on a bus to Binghamton. Then he said, “Yes. As always, yes.” He wiped his own tears away this time and reached for his mug so Andrew wouldn’t see his beaming smile. “Yeah, okay.”

(This was typical for Andrew, if Neil was honest about it. In general, life was awful and then Andrew fixed it.)

Jealousy: Tom x Reader

Requested: Haz gets jealous of Reader & Tom’s relationship.


4 months, it had been 4 months since you and Tom had been dating and you loved every second of it. He was an amazing guy with a great sense of humor and he was such a gentle person, the only problem was his best friend: Harrison. 

You thought it was a bit odd that he literally went everywhere Tom went. Sure that was his life long friend but it was a bit off putting. At first you didn’t have a problem with it but you noticed his behavior towards you, like he didn’t want you around. He would always talk over you, try his hardest to interrupt your alone time with Tom, and would even give you evil looks. You had pretty thick skin so none of it really hurt your feelings. But you wanted to say something to him and to Tom but you knew that that would cause some tension.

You snapped out of your thoughts as your phone rang, “Hey baby!” You smiled. “Hey love I’m outside.” You put on your jacket and walked outside with a huge grin on your face. You skipped to the car and the smile disappeared as you saw Harrison sitting in the front seat. He only rolled down the window a bit, “The back.”

You groaned but you were a bit surprised. Those were the most words he had uttered to you the past few months.

Tom gave you a look and mouthed a quick sorry. “So we’re going to the movies.” Tom said. “Okay what movie-”, “I really hope that we get the good seats. I heard this movie is really good.” Harrison said interrupting you, once again.

Tom had noticed how rude he always was to you but he didn’t want to lose his best friend but he didn’t want to lose you either.


Once again Haz managed to completely ruin what was supposed to be a good date. You had enough and once Tom pulled up to your place you rushed out the car and walked to the drivers side. “I need to talk to you.” You said to him. “Okay.”

“Get out of the car.” You demanded. “Oh okay” While he unbuckled his seat belt, you noticed Harrison doing the same. “Alone. Sorry Harrison but you can’t follow him everywhere.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead but you didn’t care. After Tom go out, you drug him behind you and made sure you were far away from the car. 

“What’s wrong love?” He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eye. “I really like you Tom, I really do but I can’t do this anymore.” He let your hand go, “W-what?”

“I want to be in a relationship with you but I can’t do it.” You started getting emotional and brushed your fingers on his cheek. “I can’t take Harrison being a dick. I didn’t ask for a tag-a-long when we made us official.”

“I was going to say something to him but-”, “No need he’s your best friend and he obviously can’t handle your attention being divided. And I don’t want to be the girl who broke up two best mates.”

“But Y/N-” His voice cracked and his heart broke. “I’m sorry Tom.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and on his lips. “But I suggest you talk to him about his jealousy problem before you find another girl or it just might be you and Haz.”

You were falling in love with Tom but you couldn’t take it. You honestly felt that this was probably what Haz had wanted, for you to be gone.

Haz noticed his friends entire demeanor had changed. “What’s up mate?” He asked as Tom got in the car. “You okay?” He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder but Tom jerked away. “Fuck you Harrison!”

“What?”, “You jealous dick. You cost me one of the greatest things in mhy life.” Without another word Tom sped off. 


Haz stood outside his friends room and felt like shit as he heard him crying. He knew Tom was in love with you but he couldn’t bare losing his best friend to someone. “Tom-”, “Piss off.”

“I-I didn’t mean to-” Haz jumped as his best friend swung the door open and stood in front of him. His eyes were red and puffy, “Of course you meant it. Youu hated the idea of me being around anyone but yourself.” Tom went on a rant and after he finished Harrison felt like absolute shit. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy mate, it’s just it’s always been us and I thought Y/N would mess up our friendship.”

Tom shook his head, “You’re my best friend man. I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t replace you.”

After they made up Tom looked at his phone, “She answer?”

Tom just shook his head and tossed his phone. “She was the best thing that happened to me man.”

Haz nodded and knew he had to fix it.


It was Saturday morning and you were jamming to so music while trying to tidy up your apartment when you heard a knock. “Coming.” You looked out the peephole and groaned. “What?”, “Can I come in?”

You sighed and opened the door, “What?”, “Hi.” Haz said handing you flowers. You were a bit afraid because Harrison was never nice to you. “I came here to say I’m sorry and to beg you to please get back with Tom.”

It took a lot of convincing you but after Harrison sincerely apologized you left with him. “He looks like hell by the way.” Haz said while opening the door. There he was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the TV. “Tom?”

His head snapped up and his eyes grew, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked jumping up and running to you. “Harrison came by and apologized.”

“Really?”, “Yeah.” He stood in front of you and held your hands. “Well I’ll be in my room.” Haz left and let you two talk


5 months later. 

You sat on Tom’s lap as the movie in front of you played. “Where’s Haz?” You asked. “He’s working on a script for a possible movie.” Tom mumbled. “Is he coming over? I miss that loser.”

It had been over 5 months since all three of you had worked out the issue at hand. You and Haz were closer than ever and he was like a brother to you. It took some getting used to but he finally accepted the fact his best friend was in love. 

“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.” Tom joked. “This is great. My best friend and my girlfriend finally getting along.”

Everything was in perfect harmony. You had your amazing boyfriend and Haz had his best friend. 

andreil: dust to dust, ashes to ashes

inspired by: this art of neil and renee

music: colors – halsey | brother – falling in reverse

“Andrew,” said Neil. “For fuck’s sake, Andrew, that’s enough.”

But Andrew had never listened to Neil a day in his life and that wasn’t about to change now, so he continued to pour another two spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee. Andrew wasn’t a coffee person (it was too bitter for him), but once in a blue moon he surprised Neil and drank it – each time, of course, with enough sugar to perhaps put someone else in a coma.

“Mind your own business,” Andrew said when he was satisfied with his sickly-sweet concoction and walked out of the kitchen without another word. Neil should have been used to this after so many years, but he would never understand how someone of Andrew’s size could consume so much sugar without becoming diabetic. So he picked up his own breakfast and followed Andrew’s footsteps to the coffee table and set down his plate of food and mug.

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anonymous asked:

As much as I would like to believe in a doting dad King Endymion, isn't that contradicted in the anime when Chibiusa is whole-heartedly convinced that her parents don't care about her? That Pluto is the only one who even likes her? And in the new Sera Myu, if I remember correctly, she feels that she's rejected by everyone, not just some dumb kids. That doesn't sound like a child who grew up with loving parents by her side. She just sounds so lonely.

That is Chibi Usa’s perception, and I think it’s pretty clear in both the anime and manga (especially the anime, honestly) that Chibi Usa is a flawed narrator on that front.

For example, look at the memories we’re shown in the anime to illustrate the idea that Chibi Usa was lonely. There is the one where everyone mysteriously was too busy to celebrate her birthday. Then it turns out they were planning to surprise her with her parents returning from their trip early to celebrate it. Then there’s the one when she falls down in the rain and her parents did not immediately pick her up. In her mind, they were coldly refusing to help her. In reality, it turns out they were encouraging her to pick herself up (and I’m no parent, but it seems like pretty good parenting to me, not to race to pick up your toddler every single time she falls).

I think there’s a lot of factors in Chibi Usa’s loneliness growing up.

  • Her parents are busy all the time. They’re king and queen of the world, after all. There’s a reason most politicians and monarchs employ full-time nannies. The most loving parent can seem distant and cold if their attention is divided because of their job.
  • She’s an only child.
  • She’s the one and only child of the king and queen of the world. Think how much scrutiny she must have been under from the moment she was born. Imagine being a little kid seeing your own face on the tabloids all the time, for absolutely no reason other than who your parents are. Imagine how impossible it would be to feel normal.
  • Kids were mean to her, probably because of that aforementioned scrutiny.
  • She felt like she could never live up to her mother’s legacy, and clearly did not know how to communicate her fears to her parents.
  • Her fears turned into suppression of her own growth and magical powers, keeping her a child forever.
  • It turned into this negative feedback loop where her own fears of failure stunted her growth, but the lack of growth made her feel like a bigger failure and made people scrutinize her even more, so she became trapped in a cycle she couldn’t escape.

The first point is one that I relate to a lot. I have a really loving mother, someone who a lot of my friends and cousins have said they love and wish they had as a mom, but there was a point in my life when I was still desperately lonely. Because she was working long hours at the same time that kids at school were being bullies. Feeling alone at school and then coming home to an empty house really did make me feel rejected by everyone, even though that was objectively not true. That fact that she cared for me and supported me just… wasn’t enough to fix the situation. It was too big for her.

But leaving aside her parents for a moment, even if they were actually cold and distant, what about everyone else? What about the other senshi? What about Diana, who was already there in the manga?

Somehow Chibi Usa managed to be sad even with Diana in her life. You can make me believe that somehow every one of the senshi, including Usagi Biggest-Heart-in-the-Universe Tsukino, became cold and seemingly heartless, but you cannot tell me that Diana rejected Chibi Usa a single time in her entire kitten life.

So what made Pluto special, in a way that her parents and the other senshi and Diana could not be? Other than the fact that Pluto is wonderful and perfect and also incredibly lonely, Pluto has nothing to do with the world that Chibi Usa feels pressured by. Where Chibi Usa’s parents and even the other senshi must represent the world she feels inadequate at accessing, Pluto is literally outside of it all. Being with Pluto was an escape from a reality in which she is a princess living in the shadow of an immortal queen.

But let’s go back to the real issue Chibi Usa had: feeling overshadowed by Neo Queen Serenity, and the need to live up to her legacy. I feel like this is the main isolating force for her. And it is largely internal. Because look at what happens when Venus questions how Chibi Usa can take over as queen if she doesn’t have any powers.

King Endymion is not here for that kind of talk. He shuts that line of questioning down hard. It doesn’t matter that his daughter has been a powerless child for 900 years now, he still believes in her.

And look at how Neo Queen Serenity reacts to the same issue.

Chibi Usa thought she was not good enough, but her parents have never thought that. It was entirely her own insecurities, which she kept too bottled up for anybody to help her deal with them.

And we know that that must be the source of her problems, because from this point on, Chibi Usa is so much happier. She never indicates that Crystal Tokyo is a sad place for her to be anymore. The only time those same insecurities flare up again? Is when she feels overshadowed by Sailor Moon in the present. But she works through it and becomes both a happier person and a better soldier for it.

Long story short, knowing who Usagi and Mamoru are, knowing who Chibi Usa becomes after that first arc, knowing how easily childhood memories can be clouded, I see no reason to believe that Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion are bad parents. If they were, then there was no resolution when Chibi Usa became Sailor Chibi Moon, and all that character development should have been directed towards resolution with them instead of her own personal growth.

Monster Analysis: Raishan, The Diseased Deceiver, Part II

Thanks to @Viktormon for this art piece!

  • First Appearance: 39 Omens
  • Encounter Appearance: 83 The Deceiver’s Stand
  • Armor Class 22 (suggested 21)
  • Speed 40 ft, 80 ft flying
  • Immune to poison and poisoned
  • 3 Legendary Resistances per day
  • 4 Legendary Actions per round
  • Suggested Average, Max HP: 385, 594
  • 520 HP, 541 taken, 28 HDYWTDT by Kerrek
    • 314 taken invisible, pre-Feeblemind
    • 227 taken while Feebleminded

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Raiders of the Lost Ark

Title: Raiders of the Lost Ark

Summary:  Dean and Donna fluff.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  1242

Warnings: explicit language, low self-esteem on Donna’s part

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was Indiana Jones and my pairing was Dean and Donna. This might never have been written if it wasn’t for @climbthatmooselikeatree. Thank you, love.

Originally posted by gifsofthe80s

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TIME TO GET REAL

Bonnie’s back at it again! This time she shares the screen with those closest to her. A new hit “RL2TS4″ series starring: (Left-to-Right) [bestfriend Roxie, beau Nick, Bonnie as self, husband Jason, brother-in-law Detrick, and sister Beniko.] 

30 SOMETHING is a series with real bite. It captures the spirit of the 80′s in the modern day. A group of pixels, all who happen to be at different points in their relationships; growing up thirty something, balancing adult life and workplace.

Bonnie and Jason are a married couple living in Newcrest, dealing with everyday adulting. Jason is a Senior Analysis at Dewey Cheatem & Howe Inc. who has paid his dues and eagerly awaits for an opening back into the field as a District Manger. His goal is settling with the family back in the warmer climates of Oasis Spring. Bonnie’s been nagging a lot as she finds her attention divided between sitting her best friend’s daughter, homemaking, and schooling her four-year-old. 

Beniko, alternatively, has had to give up her former stay-at-home duties to join the corporate rat-race. Raising her three girls with her husband who is chronically afflicted with Peter Pan syndrome, after the death of his brother. 

Bonnie’s longtime friend Roxie, is a neurotic small business owner running a bubble blower storefront down by the lake, with her boyfriend. With their second child on the way, she decides to start another home based business of her own.  

Will these 3 couples survive the daily rut?


Based on actual events. Some name changes to protect actual characters.

The Friends We Make {Sirius Black x Reader} *REQUESTED*

I think this is one of the last requests I received before I closed my requests. The idea was honestly so cute which is why it took me a while to write it. Thank you so much, anon, for requesting this! 💕💕💜 Two down, one more to go!

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With the evening wind rushing past his black fur, Padfoot ran towards the forest where he felt most alive and free. He had been slipping away from his chambers more often recently, footsteps as light as a feather and movements as quiet as an ant. Normally, he only needed to sneak out at night in his animagus form once a month and only during a full moon when he would accompany Remus together with his other friends.

But now, he had been staying up late, making sure everyone was asleep before leaving the school grounds and running into the forest.

It was his way of exhaling all his worries and troubles and inhaling the peaceful and quietness of his surroundings. The trees protected him and the stars guided him wherever he went.

However, he was not the only student who found delight in wandering through the dark forest.


Transfiguration classes were the three boys’ favorite class, mainly because unbeknownst to everyone, they had achieved in transforming into different animals while the other students were still trying to turn rabbits into hats. Sirius enjoyed the class but today, his attention was divided into two: listening to Professor McGonagall and watching his friend, James, try to balance himself on the back of his chair. It was something Sirius would do all the time but after betting that James could not do it, he immediately jumped into the opportunity to prove his friend wrong.

As he managed to balance equally, he grinned at Sirius who had a confident smirk on his face before James finally slipped backwards, crashing on the floor. Professor McGonagall immediately stopped from her discussion and turned to him, a glare fixed behind her rectangular glasses.

“Mr. Potter?”

“Yes, Professor?” James asked innocently while quickly sitting back down on his chair as though nothing had happened. The whole class watched him, doing their best not to laugh, including (Y/n) who had to cover her mouth so as not to show her amused smile. It captured Sirius’s attention but when she saw his eyes on her, the two looked away with blushing faces.

“Detention, Mr. Potter,” the professor said, her eyes now set on Sirius, waiting for him to defend his friend but he said nothing and continued to take down notes.

(Y/n) watched him scribble down onto his parchment before McGonagall called her name. She was well-behaved in the professor’s class and was often asked to demonstrate the proper ways of transfiguring things and so she stood up and walked up front.

“Ms. (L/n), would you be so kind to show the class how the spell works?”

“Yes, professor,” she answered obediently before pulling out her wand and tapping it onto the brown rabbit, turning it into a top hat.

“Splendid,” McGonagall praised before allowing her to return to her chair, continuing on with the discussion to the class.

It was the first time Sirius finally accepted to himself about his romantic feelings towards her.

As Padfoot recalled the memory, his tail wagged excitedly while he padded through the thick trees. He had been following an interesting scent for hours now but he could not find where it was coming from. He felt like it was an amortentia potion, his increased sense of smell effectively allowing him to sniff through the air for any sign of it. He could smell perfume and shampoo but he still could not identify what it was.

He was about to give up on his quest when he heard a sound nearby. Twigs snapped and a quick flash of white crossed behind the trees. Padfoot’s ears stood up alert and that’s when he saw another dog slip from the shadows, revealing its beautiful, white fur.

Padfoot barked to see if it was friendly, only for it to bark back.

He had a good feeling about this newfound friendship.


After he had returned from another night outdoors, Sirius felt more energized. He had been seeing the mysterious dog in the forest almost every night and was planning on capturing it today in order for him to bring it home, hoping the Potters would allow him. Sirius prepared a bait and a leash when James walked into the dorm.

“Have you packed yet?” He asked, rummaging through the pile of clothes on his bed and stuffing them into his trunk.

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Sirius replied, putting a chicken drum stick on a dog bowl and covering it with a newspaper.

“What’s that for?” James said, “Saving a snack for the trip? We still have tomorrow, you know.”

“I know that. This one’s for a friend of mine.”

“Is this about the white dog you told me?” James said, sitting down on the bed with a smile. “Have you seen her lately?”

“Yeah, and I want to keep it. D'you think your mom will say yes?”

“Of course! Mom never says no to us,” James smirked, “But I suggest you try and see how the dog will react to you as…you know…as Sirius.”

“Alright. Hopefully, it won’t panic or attack me,” Sirius said, “Thanks, Prongs.”

“No problem,” he replied, patting his friend at the back.

Sirius carried the bowl with him and went outside where the sun had already rose, making his way to the forest. Everything suddenly seemed unfamiliar to him during the daylight as he had been seeing the same crooked tree for about a dozen times. He tried to whistle in hopes of getting the dog’s attention but it did not come to him at all. Sirius waited and waited until he had ultimately skipped breakfast. The dog was nowhere to be found and his attempt to bring home a friend had failed. He turned to his animagus form and whined sadly, the food bowl between his mouth when he finally heard a loud bark.

The white dog chased him happily, its tail wagging wild at the sight of him. Now was the perfect time to see how it will respond to him as a human.

Padfoot slowly transformed back into Sirius, shaking his dark hair and expecting the other dog to either bite or bark but it did neither of those things.

In fact, the dog walked up to him and stood on its hind legs, its front paws almost reaching Sirius’s shoulders before the dog started to morph back into a human girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that struck his heart whenever he met them.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around Sirius, pulling him into an embrace while he held her against his beating chest, happy to finally bring someone to his new home.

Better with you

Regulus Black x Reader - imagine

Request/Summary: Anonymous requested - Can you do a imagine with Regulus Black where he and Lily’s younger sister are dating for some time in secret and one day when Snape or some other slytherin says something to her, instead of Lily or some of the marauders, he defends her before he could stop himself and then he kinda realizes he is in love with her?

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: Fluff :) 


Originally posted by lovershub


The cool breeze swirled in the air, spiralling out of control in tangled shapes all around as the hot summer sun blazed from high above. You laid down on the grass, hair tumbling out behind you as you kept your eyes closed and relaxed with a contented smile placed firmly on your dainty mouth as you allowed the warmth to soak into every inch of skin.

Vaguely, you could hear the chatter of your friends from around you; Lily’s voice piercing through the deeper tones of your male friends. You had been so jealous when Lily’s letter had arrived, some many years ago now. Not having been able to understand Petunia’s disgust with what their sister was, you kept in close correspondence with your sister throughout her time at Hogwarts in her first year, never allowing even a week to pass without a letter being sent.


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Undo (8)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 2,925

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ


You shot up in Chanyeol’s bed, a choked sob already leaving your mouth. Chanyeol was immediately next to you, almost like he was there when you woke up. You struggled to breathe and calm down this time, even when he wrapped his arms around you.

You held him tightly, realizing just how much all of this was truly your fault. He rocked you back and forth slowly. You noticed the fabric of his t-shirt around you. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep but it had been long enough for him to deem that you needed clothes.

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Can I?

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Featuring: Yoongi/Suga and Jungkook (BTS)
Genre: Smut - Threesome
By: Admin L

As requested by you and kind of by you! Enjoy :)

And suddenly, the words ‘can I kiss him?’ slipped off your tongue.

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Our Cloud

Prompt: Guardian


Seated in the plush red seat across from Don Pecora, Tsuna listened to his angered rant. He kept particular attention on the overweight man’s tone and body language, but he did not have concerns over Pecora attempting to harm him. At least, not by his own hands. Tsuna didn’t miss how he was placed rather neatly in front of a large plate-glass window, his back facing the scenery displayed outside. He also knew how enraged Pecora was over his continuous refusal to integrate their Families a little more closely together. Doing so would ensure a surge in business transactions, which Pecora was lacking. But the Vongola worked alone, and the Family Alliance was mostly a truce between dozens of other Mafia Families with the Vongola—to keep in their good graces.

Pecora didn’t seem to understand the role of the Family Alliance, but that wasn’t surprising. He was incredibly stupid, especially considering why he had lured Tsuna to his mansion (with rather strict instructions that Pecora preferred he come alone). Pecora seemed a bit taken aback that Tsuna had agreed but had taken it in stride. He was seeing this as a rare opportunity to rid himself of a pest, an uncooperative rival, and probably had unattainable visions of usurping the Vongola throne for himself after the assassination was completed.

He clearly did not get what ‘most powerful Mafia Family in the world’ encompassed.

Tsuna waited calmly, discretely shifting his gaze between Pecora and the watch strapped around his wrist. Pecora did not notice his divided attention, no doubt believing this was his chance to call the Vongola Don every name under the sun before he was disposed of.

Obviously delusional.

The seconds ticked down and in the moment a bullet was meant to pass through the glass and into the back of his head, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. Pecora halted, words dying in his throat at the figure that loomed in the doorway.

Tonfas in hand, flickering with Cloud Flames, Hibari turned a murderous stare on the petrified Pecora. Tsuna stood, stretching his arms over his head and moving aside as Hibari strode forwards. He grabbed the stammering man by his neck, bones cracking beneath his fingertips, and threw him through the broken doorway.

Pecora found himself sprawled out against blood-stained hardwood, his Mafioso prone and moving, scattered down the corridor. A gasp escaped his lips when a foot pressed down against the base of his spine with deadly pressure.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest, expression unimpressed. “It’s very insulting, for you to think I would be so moronic as to walk obliviously to my own death. I am not quite sure what you hoped to accomplish here, other than an impulsive grab for power and notoriety. I do not tolerate those who attempt to harm me or my family. This is your doing.”

There was a sickening crack and the man fell limp on the floor. Tsuna let out a quiet sigh and turned his chin, looking down the corridor. He did not like to kill, he despised it. But he knew it could not be helped, not when they were people like Pecora who would like nothing more to destroy him and everyone he loved.

“You didn’t kill all of them, did you?” he asked his Cloud, taking in the carnage properly for the first time.

Hibari turned to face Tsuna with a flat gaze. “What do you think?”

A quiet moan sounded from the other end of the hall, and a beaten Mafioso turned over in agony. Tsuna glanced at Hibari in amusement. “Pretty sure he got the hint after the first couple of blows.”

“Herbivores like these are imbeciles. Only a strong demonstration will teach them the full lesson,” returned Hibari. “They will be scrambling like ants to restore order to their broken hierarchy. Pecora did not get around to choosing an heir. It will be entertaining.”

“Have I ever told you how glad I am you’re on my side?”

“For now.”

There was a smirk on his lips as Hibari turned and stepped over stirring bodies, Tsuna walking beside him. Hibari had taken care of every possible threat to Tsuna’s life, all before the time the plan was meant to be executed. Tsuna knew that Hibari would never fail to protect him or the others, a barrier between them and the enemy.

Gray eyes roaming over the mission file splayed out on the glass café table, Hibari swirled the water around his glass with the straw, the ice clinking together. Ensuring that everything was in order, he closed the beige folder and slipped it into his black leather messenger bag. He shifted his stare to scan the bustling street, his ire increasing when he did not spot the two illusionists amongst an otherwise faceless crowd.

They had arranged to meet him so they could hand over their reports and finish the mission file. Hibari had finished his component of the job two hours ago, and he knew Mukuro and Chrome had already wrapped up their loose ties. They had no reasons to be late.

Hibari was just about to leave when a flash of blue caught his peripheral vision. Mukuro strode down the sidewalk, a lazy expression on his features. He caught the punch Hibari aimed at his face and said, “I’m only ten minutes late.”

“It’s disrespectful to be even a minute late,” snapped Hibari. “I should have left nine minutes ago.”

Mukuro smirked. “Am I that vexing that you would leave Chrome behind to spite me?”

Hibari stared, eyes narrowing. “What is that supposed to mean?”

It was Mukuro’s turn to become confused. He had noticed Chrome was not around when he arrived, but assumed she was either in the bathroom or ordering food from inside the restaurant. “She left before me. I couldn’t locate my portion of papers, so I had to search for them. She’s not here?”

“No. When only you arrived I thought you were delivering her report as well.”

Hibari did not feel any negative emotions from Chrome, but he was not going to rule out foul play completely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialling the girl’s number. When she did not answer, he scowled and hung up. Mukuro frowned, brow furrowed. “She’s not responding to my mental summons either.”

Activating the app that let him track other cell phones, Hibari entered Chrome’s number. Immediately a blue dot appeared, a few blocks away from where they were. Mukuro peered over his shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

Slipping a hand beneath Hibari’s arm, Mukuro transported them to the location. When they rematerialized, they found themselves outside of an animal shelter. Children and adults were playing with the dogs and cats tied to their cages. Sitting against the building, an armful of fluffy white, black and brown kittens in her arms, was a blissful Chrome.

Mukuro stared for a moment, his tense muscles loosening with relief. “Kufufufufu. Should have known.”

Hibari strolled across the street and Chrome looked up. Her eye widened at the sight of him, suddenly realizing where she should be. “I’m sorry—”

Her apology was cut off by a quiet yip when Hibari threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling sharply and craning her neck at an uncomfortable angle. “When you’re not holding fragile baby cats, you’re getting bitten to death. Be where you’re supposed to be and if you’re taking a detour, tell someone. Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”

“I might have forgotten to turn on the ringer,” said Chrome sheepishly.

At the glower he directed at her, Mukuro strode forwards. “Relax, Kyoya. She got a little sidetracked—”

Hibari’s other hand shot out and planted against Mukuro’s chest. “You need to stop wasting my time and learn punctuality.”

His annoyance was clear, but beneath Chrome could feel subtle concern. She tugged on his pant leg. “I’m sorry. I should have let you know where I was. But I saw all the animals and I got so excited that I completely forgot.”

“Explains why you didn’t answer my mental summons. It’s never good to let yourself get so distracted,” said Mukuro, tone holding a rebuke.

“I’m really sorry.” Hibari did not seem completely appeased (considering he still had a grip on her short ponytail) Chrome extended a black kitten. “Would you like to hold a kitty?”

The kitten pawed at Hibari’s shirt and the Cloud gathered it into his arms with little hesitation. Chrome and Mukuro exchanged a grin, which Hibari did not miss. Running his fingers through the kitten’s fur, he glared at the two illusionists. “You’re both useless.”

“We love you too,” sang Chrome.

“Take out your reports. We’re getting the paperwork done now.”

“Here?” asked Mukuro, slightly incredulous as Hibari lowered to sit on the concrete beside Chrome.

“Yes. Get your sorry backside down here.”

Chrome was sure no other Mafioso had ever completed mission reports sitting on the ground, covered with kittens. But she was also certain there was no other Mafioso who could accomplish a feat while still looking menacing and threatening like Hibari.

The alley was narrow, and mostly dark with the exception of the pinpricks of dirty yellow light flickering feebly from streetlights, the bulbs most likely haven’t been replaced in years and miraculously still functioning. Footsteps pounded against the cracked concrete, curses and shouts echoing in the night air. The sounds were promptly cut off, one by one, until the alley was once again silent.

Stepping over the bald, tattooed body in front of him, Hibari scanned the area. There were no more thugs charging at him and he continued forwards. His gray eyes were focussed on the bent, rusted steel door at the end of the alley. When he was close enough he raised his foot and it look very little effort to dislodge it from its hinges.

After the dust had settled from the impact of the door striking against a concrete floor, he found himself in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. The four thugs lounging around hollered in shock and anger, immediately charging forwards. Hibari flicked them aside like ants, not breaking his stride.

“Ha ha, I’m glad to see you.”

Hibari did not respond, gray eyes critically studying Yamamoto’s condition. He used his tonfas to break the chains holding his wrists to a half-destroyed metal shelving unit and Yamamoto flexed them to get the feeling back. There were dark red marks indicating where the chains had restrained him, and his right eye was swollen shut, black and purple. There was a cut on his upper lip, dried blood creating a trail on his chin.

“What the hell happened?” demanded Hibari.

Yamamoto stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was in my car, getting ready to go home, when there was a knock on my window. There was a guy asking for directions so I rolled it down so I could help him. Next thing I know I wake up in this warehouse.”

“You opened up your car to a disgusting herbivore like this,” snapped Hibari, angrily kicking a prone piercing-laden punk in the side.

Yamamoto shrugged. “I didn’t open my car—just put down the window. He looked he needed help. I wasn’t in a bad part of town, anyway.”

Hibari shook his head in disgust. “You let your guard down.”

“I did,” admitted Yamamoto. His tone made it clear he was displeased with his inability to handle a simple situation and Hibari knew he had no doubt been humiliated by the thugs. Yamamoto’s turned more sincere and sheepish as he said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let’s get out of here.”

Yamamoto retrieved his katana, which had been thrown carelessly aside after his assaulters had tied him up. The two walked out of the warehouse and down the alley. Hibari caught sight of a cut on the back of Yamamoto’s neck. It was most likely caused by the shelving he was chained to and Hibari said, “Are you up to date on your tetanus shot?”

“Yeah. Why, am I bleeding somewhere?”

Hibari caught Yamamoto’s fingers as they reached back to search for the injury that had prompted his question. “No, but there it is a wound. Don’t touch it or you’ll infect it.”

“Right. Hey, did you see my car?”

“Across the street, in a parking lot. Found the keys in one of the herbivores’ pockets.”

They reached Yamamoto’s car, which was relatively unscathed. Hibari removed the keys and slid into the driver’s seat. Having no protests, Yamamoto lowered into the passenger seat. “I guess they wanted my car to use for parts or money,” he mused.

“Or they were hoping to get some money out of you,” drawled Hibari, pointedly pulling on Yamamoto’s designer shirt, the logo stitched perfectly onto the right breast. “It’s almost ten thirty. What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh—I wanted some chips, but we didn’t have any.” Yamamoto reached behind him and removed a plastic bag, where a jumbo bag of potato chips was nestled. “Want some?”

Hibari stared at him blankly before starting the car. He inched to the exit of the parking lot, rolling down his window slightly. He nimbly plucked the chips from Yamamoto’s grasp and tossed it out into the trash bin they passed on the edge of the sidewalk. Putting the window back up he pulled onto the street, smirking at Yamamoto’s rather scandalized expression.

“You shouldn’t put garbage like that into your body, herbivore.”

There was a light drizzle, raindrops gently pelting the world below. Ryohei tugged his gray hood further over his head to block the water, eyes roaming the empty park. Hibari was a few feet away, leaning against the metal pole of a broken lamppost. They were shrouded in shadows, only detectable by those who were paying close attention to their surroundings.

There had been news reports of a sexual harasser prowling parks at night, targeting young women out for evening strolls or returning home from work. As the police were having trouble pinpointing the location of his next attack, Ryohei and Hibari were tasked by Tsuna to bring this creep down.

The always talkative boxer was quiet, his body tense and senses on high alert. Hibari knew Ryohei was thinking of the girls in their household, of how they could be just as much at risk of being assaulted. It was a possibility that disturbed Hibari as well, of course, but instead of worrying about the what-ifs, he focussed his attention on finding and eliminating the threat.

After about an hour, Ryohei finally spoke. “Are you sure this is the right park?”

“There’s five he hasn’t staked out yet,” replied Hibari. “It’s the closest to the one he committed his last assault in.”

Ryohei nodded, though his expression remained uncertain. It was another hour before a scream sounded throughout the vast space. It was abrupt, so short that it could have been easily missed if they were not listening for such a sign. Hibari’s ears immediately pinpointed the direction the cry had come from and the two were running, charging down the path and into a small section of trees and bushes.

Halfway through the thicket there was a thick, burly man, kneeling on top of a thrashing brunette female, his hand firmly covering her mouth. He was wearing a baggy hoodie and one hand was working to undo his pants.

The man’s head snapped upwards at the sound of crunching branches, but he did not get a chance to react. Ryohei launched into a flying tackle and brought the man off of the girl. The Sun expressed his disgust with the man’s utter repulsive actions with his fists and a string of curse-laden insults.

Hibari strode forwards, hooking an arm around the sobbing female’s shoulders and bringing her to her feet. Her shirt was torn and she was covered in bruises and dirt, but they had gotten there in time. She choked out words of gratitude and Hibari made a noise of acknowledgement, watching Ryohei unleash his aggression.

When the assaulter was properly bloody Hibari acted, grabbing Ryohei by the back of his sweater and hauling him up. “You made your point,” he said quietly, feeling his back heave with hard breaths.

“Yeah…yeah,” managed Ryohei, struggling to see past his furious haze. The crying of the terrified girl snapped him out of it completely and he hurried to her side, setting a hand on her shoulder in a soothing manner. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Hibari removed his cell phone and called the police, relaying their location. He took a moment to break the criminal’s arm, his screams music to his ears. The cops arrived and took the beaten and blood-soaked man into custody. The girl refused to get into the ambulance without her two rescuers, so Hibari and Ryohei found themselves waiting into the hospital waiting room at one in the morning.

When his adrenaline died down and his mind was clear, Ryohei realized that Hibari only intervened to tell him that he had done enough. He studied the Cloud, expression speculative. Eyes locked on the newspaper, aware of Ryohei’s intent gazing, Hibari spoke up. “What?”

“You hate it when someone takes your prey away from you. Why did you let me do the brunt of the damage?”

“You needed it. Fighting is a thrill, a sport, an activity, a release, therapeutic. It can be all of these at once or only one. Depends on the person, on the fight. You were tightly wound up. If you did not fight the object of your agitation, your aggression, your anger, your emotions would remain bottled up.”

Ryohei was stunned for a brief moment by Hibari’s observation. Eventually he smiled and said, “You’re an interesting character. Thanks to the extreme, Kyoya.”

Warm affection flooded through his bonds and Hibari finally looked up from the newspaper, regarding the white-haired man. “This won’t become a habit,” he warned.

“I know. I just…I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, about how awful it would be if this happened to them.”

“There’s a stark difference between our girls and this one,” said Hibari, gesturing in the direction where the injured female was being treated.

“What?” asked Ryohei.

“They have me.”

“Don’t you mean us?”

“No.”

But Hibari’s lips turned upwards and Ryohei rolled his eyes good-naturedly, feeling better than he had all night.

The country roads snaked across sprawling green fields, seemingly endless. Gokudera’s tinted shades protected his pale green eyes from the afternoon rays. The car was silent and the radio would have been on if he had a desire to be bitten to death while he was driving. He shifted his gaze to the rear-view mirror, adjusting it so he could glance into the backseat. Hibari had his head leaning back, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

Gokudera let his gaze linger before returning his attention to the road. The bright blue sky and emerald scenery was blurred by a scene flashing through his mind, replaying as if on a loop.

Finishing his meeting with Don Gemelli, he was walking down the corridor. He paused upon hearing loud voices around the corner, his name being mentioned. Being referred to as bastard spawn. Brief, obnoxious laughter followed and before he could confront them there was the familiar sound of metal hitting bone. Then there was quiet. He stayed rooted in place for a moment before venturing around the corner, where the two Mafioso were on the ground, unconscious, and Hibari disappearing out the door.

“That was a pretty ballsy move,” he said at last, his mind returning to the present. “One of those guys you clocked is the Don’s son.”

“You woke me up.”

Gokudera rolled his eyes. “You weren’t even sleeping. I could tell by the pattern of your breathing.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You knew I was in the next corridor. I could have handled those jerks myself.”

“You were too slow.”

There was a solid smack to the back of his head and Gokudera nearly drove off of the road. “Are you trying to kill us?” he snapped. “What’s your problem?”

“The second you start believing such asinine remarks is the moment I bite you to death.”

His serious tone caused Gokudera to shift his gaze briefly over his shoulder. “I don’t,” he returned. “Not anymore. It was hard, when I was younger. I never properly knew my mother, and my life up until that was a lie. I didn’t know who I was.”

“You are who you choose to be. Your past does not have to define you.”

“I know that, now. But thanks.”

Hibari made a hum of acknowledgement, Gokudera’s contentment and affection humming through their bonds. It wasn’t the first time the Cloud had punished those for slandering the Storm’s heritage, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The warm spray of the shower coated his aching muscles, Lambo leaned against the shower wall for support. As much as he wanted to spend eternity underneath the water, he finally unfurled himself and turned off the tap. He stumbled out of the stall and used a towel to pat himself dry. He flinched at the pain that tore through his limbs as he pulled on his pajamas.

He had just finished a hard, intense workout, as well as a session in utilizing and perfecting his Lightning Flames. His body wasn’t used to such physical exertion and it was furious with him. Every fiber of his being was in agony.

Lambo walked sluggishly to his room across the hall, dropping almost weightlessly into his bed. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he managed to process that there was a glass of milk on his nightstand table. With a great amount of effort, he reached for it and chugged the lukewarm contents. The glass clattered back into place and his arm fell to his side, eyes falling shut.

He was half-asleep when footsteps crossed the threshold. Cracking one eye open slightly, he saw Hibari move over to the edge of his bed. His fingers smoothed through his raven curls and the soothing action caused Lambo to let his eye fall shut again. He felt the blankets jerk and shift as Hibari covered his body and then arranged his arms and legs into a more comfortable position.

“You did well, small animal,” said Hibari softly.

The words sent a sharp flare of pride through Lambo and he tried to say thanks, but his tongue would not cooperate. He soon fell asleep completely, and when he awoke the next morning with his muscles stiff and sore, there was a bottle of pain-relieving cream waiting for him.

Hibari was cold, aloof, violent, distant and indifferent. But those who knew him best, those he allowed to be an intimate part of his life, knew there was much more to him. He was reliable and there was never any doubt if he would always be able to come through. He was protective of those he considered his own and fought for them, sometimes subtly and sometimes obviously. He did not let his family think negatively about themselves and gave his advice when he believed it was needed.

He was their Cloud Guardian, the one who would always watch over them.