AU: They’re in high school and experiencing their first love 🤭💙💜 They’re a bit shy, so they show their affection for each other secretly, away from prying eyes.
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An update of my Five x Lila fic, He Sleeps with the Fishes: The Hoffa Job
A Preview:
Tony sat panting, squeezing one eye shut as blood ran from his hairline into his left eye. He reached up to wipe it away when suddenly he was unexpectedly swallowed by a flash of blue light.
Tony was dragged from reality, the full-band music of The Land of 1,000 Dances’ bridge ceasing like the click of a dial.
This was the second time in his life he was teleported. No matter how many times, the sensation would be indescribable.
If he had a lifetime, a college degree, and the skill of Shakespeare, Tony still wouldn’t be able to describe it to his partner.
The best he could come up with was that it was like being drawn through the eye of a needle.
His world, for a brief moment, between one heartbeat and the next, became pure sensation; light, dark, noise, silence, shrinking and expanding, all at once.
He felt like he was everywhere and nowhere when the old man used his powers, and Tony wondered if the old timer always felt this when he used them.
If that was the case, Tony wasn’t sure if he’d want superpowers at all.
It was like being born and dying, over and over.
Of course, this feeling might be off.
After all, The Butcher was on a lot of drugs right now.
The old man had told him that taking the drugs would give him the boost he needed to be able to access his powers enough to get them outside. His plan involved getting doped up and teleporting them around enough to hopefully keep the enemy from killing them outright.
But he had also said that the drugs would make his powers unpredictable.
Apparently, this plan was gonna be a real Hail Mary, because taking the drugs would make it hard for the Butcher to calculate their coordinates. He had explained that his brain was like a flight tower, and he was the controller, managing the airspace and directing the planes.
He and Butch—The Butcher, Number Five, ‘Ha-say’-something, whatever his name was—were the planes in this scenario.
Butch had said he used math equations to determine where he would end up and where the stuff he teleported would end up.
That stuff being Tony.
He fucks up, and they wind up anywhere. He fucks up, and parts of them could get misplaced.
He tried to look unconcerned, watching the old man shoot himself up with a lethal amount of heroin, speed, acid, and who knows what else, he still went ahead with them because he needed to believe that there was hope; hope that they were telling the truth; hope that these powers were real; hope that this plan would work; hope that they were somehow all going to make it out alive.
Hope that he was going to make it back to his Tony somehow.
Tony still couldn’t believe he agreed to this. Knowing all of that, he still agreed for his baby.
For his baby, he’d do anything, even if a part of him hadn’t believed them.
When The Butcher and his partner were adamant that they were telling the truth, he had to admit that he had been skeptical, to say the least, but he knew that they had disappeared back at the diner somehow; he just hadn’t been sure how. But superpowers?
Fandom: Hetalia (personified)
Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng)
Small Cameos: Kiku, Feliciano, and Ludwig
Content Length: Solo Chapter (~2400 words)
Everyone liked the new girl, Katherine. She seemed nice, her erasers always smelled like a fresh batch, and she never really complained. Everyone in class knew the new girl—except for Arthur.
“Gah…” Arthur groaned as he attempted to erase the horribly dark marks his pencils had left on his paper. Hopefully, no one would see his shameful artistry. He needed a good eraser. He’d ask his deskmate, Kiku, for one— certainly his erasers were excellent, as many of his things were — but Arthur was looking for an excuse to talk to the new girl. Everyone else had already gotten to know her, even Kiku, but he hadn’t had a chance to introduce himself. He could thank his weakened immune system and the cold it had let in for that one.
It just seemed embarrassing to introduce himself this late in the game. And it made things harder when he realized how lovely she sounded. After all, everyone said she was nice. And if she was at least half as nice as she looked, Arthur wouldn’t mind a new friend.
She sat two desks behind him and one row over, sharing a desk with one of the Vargas brothers. He couldn't tell them apart, but he guessed it was Romano. No one ever really wanted to sit beside him. He always had something to say.
Arthur sighed, realizing it was going to be impossible to ask her for an eraser with her being so far away. He might as well just ask Kiku.
“Let me borrow your eraser?”
“You ruined my last one,” Kiku responded, hiding his newly purchased eraser.
“Oi, that’s not fair. I had to erase a lot of words!”
“I know. But the eraser was ugly and misshapen after you borrowed it last time.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. Please don’t ask again. It makes me uncomfortable to say no.”
Arthur groaned as he was forced into his last two options: asking Katherine or asking literally anyone else who didn’t hate him. His choices were slim. He resorted to shaving down his paper with the crappy eraser he had gotten for cheap while he contemplated the better of the two options.
So, Arthur erased with fervor, his arm refusing to slow down. And with every stroke, his anger rose. How could a pencil be so messy? Now everyone would see his shoddy artwo—
“NO!” Arthur exclaimed as his paper ripped in half. He couldn’t believe it. With a smudge, he could at least write around the page, but now that the paper was ripped, he couldn’t use it for anything good. He defeatedly dropped his forehead against the table and left it there. So much for wanting to be neat. “Ow…”
“You ripped your paper,” Kiku noted, shocked by how aggressive he was with the eraser.
“Thank you for your astute observation,” Arthur answered sarcastically.
That was it. The last straw. All that energy wasted just to rip the only sheet he had brought with him. The one paper that was going to store all his notes for the day. If Kiku weren’t so stingy with his eraser, perhaps he could’ve spared him a new piece of paper instead. Oh, who was he kidding? After seeing that fiasco, there was no way Kiku was ever going to share anything with him again.
Hopefully, no one in the back saw it too. Because if they did, chances were he had just made a fool of himself in front of Katherine. The Vargas boy was probably whispering vile into her ear, something about what a loser he was. What a snake.
Arthur glanced over his shoulder, wondering if that was the case, and found her desk empty. Great. She was probably on her way to the washroom to clean herself up from laughing so hard that she peed her pants. Classic Arthur. Always the joke…
“Excuse me.”
Arthur quickly straightened up, thinking he had just gotten in trouble, one half of the paper stuck to his forehead and his eyes wide.
“It wasn’t me!!” Arthur defended.
When his eyes adjusted, he found the pretty new girl standing at the front of his desk, looking back at him. He gulped, not expecting her anywhere near him. And certainly not staring right at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, no, that’s… okay. Yeah, that’s fine. I was just… erm… cleaning up my desk.” Was it really warm in here? Arthur cleared his throat and began to clean off his desk. He couldn’t have such a messy desk with a girl visiting him. Surely Kiku would vouch for him that he wasn’t a slob… right?
“Hi, Kat,” Kiku greeted her shyly.
“Hi, Kiku,” Kat replied as she waited for Arthur to clean off his desk, eyeing the paper still stuck to his forehead. She smiled and gently reached forward to peel it off, unveiling a lined forehead and blond hair fraying in every direction. A tiny chuckle escaped her lips, wondering how on earth the paper had stuck on so well.
Arthur froze as he felt the page unbind itself from his skin. This was definitely one of the worst first interactions he’d ever had. Easily top three. His freckled cheeks flushed as he stared at Kat. Of course she was laughing at him.
She placed the paper back on his desk, thinking it was important to him, and returned her gaze to his face. With the way he looked at her through his brows, he seemed quite angry. Arthur, on the other hand, thought he was doing a great job hiding his embarrassment.
“Sorry, I should’ve asked. Umm...” Kat held her hands back, realizing that perhaps she was being a bit too friendly.
Look how cute he is! Kat thought. He was so flustered by her presence that he couldn’t even introduce himself. And frankly, neither could she. With the way the Vargas boy had described him, Arthur seemed so mysterious and aloof. She thought for sure he was one of the untouchables, but the more she met his gaze, the more she noticed he was just as nervous as she was. How cute!
“I was actually, um, I wanted to properly introduce myself…” Kat smiled sheepishly, brushing her hands together. Gosh, she was nervous.
Arthur stared on as he waited for her to introduce herself. She was taking an awfully long time to say her name. Did she forget her name? Was she playing a prank on him or something? Wait, was there something else on his face? Oh God, the stupid drawing must’ve gotten stuck there, stamped from temple to temple. Arthur’s face reddened even further as his thoughts multiplied faster than the pace of his heartbeat. Perhaps he should introduce himself first…?
Kat glanced at him and noticed him getting redder. Her eyes dropped to her hands as she fidgeted with her nails. He certainly looked like he was getting mad. Maybe she shouldn’t have laughed.
“Kat. My name is… Kat.”
“Nice to meet you, Katherine,” Arthur said with a fake, low voice, doing his best to appear macho above all his embarrassing moments.
Did… his voice change? Kat wondered. And why ‘Katherine’? I just said Kat… He must’ve heard of me, then.
“Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you too…?” Kat’s words trailed off at the end, hoping he would fill in the blank.
“Oh, I’m Arthur,” he said, reaching his hand out to her. She smiled shyly at the gesture and returned the handshake. Arthur’s head dropped as he shook her hand, absolutely gushing internally over how soft her hands were and how cute her face was when she smiled at him. Oh God, she even smelled like flowers! If he was going to hear any church bells now, it’d be over for him. He would be absolutely and irrevocably head over heels for her. Arthur couldn’t handle his emotions anymore and hid his face behind his hands.
Kat was taken aback upon seeing his reaction. He certainly looked like he didn’t want to see her anymore. Maybe she shouldn’t have walked up to the cool guy and introduced herself. Was she really that unpleasant…? She looked over to her deskmate, wondering what to do, and Feliciano cheered her on with a paper flag, wishing her good luck. She glanced over to Kiku, who shrugged and curiously tried to understand why Arthur was being so weird today.
Kat gulped and looked back at Arthur, who was still hiding from her. Of all the people to like her, she really wanted it to be him. She looked around his desk and noticed the paper that had been torn in half earlier. There was some sort of drawing: a man (that resembled Arthur a bit) in a suit and a… phone booth? Was that right?
She sighed quietly to herself. If he wasn’t going to look at her, she was at least going to look cool doing what she came to do. With a dropped smile, she picked up one of Kiku’s neatly placed pens and took Arthur’s hand, setting it down on the table and revealing his not-so-innocent face.
“What-?!” Arthur asked in a flustered state, watching her scribble something on his arm. She returned the pen to Kiku, apologizing for stealing it, then turned to Arthur.
“If you ever need anything from me, you know how to find me. Okay, Art?” She looked at his scarlet face and wide eyes, leaning a bit closer. She smiled gently to soften the menacing gesture, showing off a glimpse of her pearly whites.
Arthur gulped and nodded, then kept his eyes on her as she confidently returned to her seat, sinking deeply into it as Feliciano cheered her on.
Arthur stared, mouth agape, processing what had just happened. When he saw her giggling with Feliciano and shyly glancing his way, he looked down at what she had scribbled.
“She used my pen,” Kiku said, repositioning it neatly on his desk.
“Yes. The more permanent writing tool, I suppose,” Arthur replied a bit absentmindedly as he stared at her writing.
“I thought she was nice.”
“Well, she seemed… sweet.”
“What did she write?” Kiku asked, peeking over.
“Uh… her phone number.”
“Ehh?? She did?” Kiku asked with feigned surprise, glancing over his shoulder at Feli (one of his best friends) and Kat gushing about the encounter. It seemed like Ludwig’s master plan to get Kat to strike up a conversation with Arthur was working.
“Y-Yeah…” Arthur awkwardly smiled at his arm, not sure if he was uneasy from the joy of knowing that Kat had made the first move or from the embarrassment still burning through him. Kiku noticed he wasn’t moving. Or possibly breathing.
“Arthur-san?”
Arthur gulped and took a deep breath before responding, “Yeah?”
“You should save the number before you sweat it off in gym class.”
“That’s… a good idea.”
Arthur looked over his shoulder again to watch Kat excitedly talk about how she was feeling, smiling widely and cupping her flushed cheeks in disbelief. The prettiest girl in the class and she came up to him to give him **her number.
Kiku was right. He’d better save it before he forgot… Hold on. Arthur patted his pockets, feeling less phone and more lint. Huh? Where’d it go?
“Kiku, can you call my cell? I don’t think it’s here with me.”
“It’s not.”
“What? How do you know?”
Kiku pointed to the “cell phone jail” box, where Arthur’s phone stayed fairly often.
“Damn it. All right then… text her number to me.”
“I will get caught and my phone will be taken. I don’t want to do that.”
“What a prude. Whatever.”
But Kat… she was so cool. She had made the first move when he couldn’t even get up to ask her name. For weeks! And of all the people she’d been nice to, she was certainly more forward with him. There wasn’t anyone she’d been bold with this entire time. (Arthur would know. He’s kept his eyes and ears open.) He had to connect with her somehow… before their friendship got delayed until next year. And before the bell rang!!
Arthur shot up from his desk and stomped straight towards Kat. Her smile faded into surprise the moment she saw the look on his face. Was he still angry? Oh, he looked so angry. Oh no, oh no, oh no, Kat thought.
With a quick motion, he lifted her chin and kissed her unexpectedly. Kat’s heart raced, catching up to the speed of Arthur’s nauseating heartbeat. His red face, his hiding eyes, his gruff tone. She thought for sure he was mad at her, maybe even hated her. Never did she expect the odd boy to actually turn out to be such a heartthrob.
The trio involved in the planning audibly reacted, outing themselves for witnessing a plan they didn’t expect to play out for another few months. They would surely be discussing this after school.
Arthur pulled away with a smirk just as the bell went off.
Church bells to this teenage boy.
“If you ever need anything from me, just ask. I’m all yours.” And just as quickly as he had approached her, he disappeared out of the classroom, grabbing his phone from the bin and successfully escaping before his body could combust from anxiety. He only hoped it had looked cool.
Kat covered her mouth as she processed what had just happened. She looked to Feli, now joined by Ludwig and Kiku, to confirm whether they’d all seen what just happened.
“Well? How was it, bella?” Feli asked.
Her eyes darted to each of her helpers to gauge their reactions, and then she just smiled widely.
“You guys… it was so nice,” she admitted, nearly tearing up at the thought that the coolest guy in class had just kissed her. She was very glad to have made new friends.
And Arthur was very glad to have finally met the new girl.
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A Preview for the next update of my Five/Lila fic, He Sleeps with the Fishes: The Hoffa Job
Outside, a balding man in aviator sunglasses sat in a tan Lincoln, smoking. He swatted aggressively at a fly as it buzzed past his nose, his annoyance growing by the second as he became increasingly restless and uncomfortable.
There he was, stuck in a car with a busted A/C, middle of the Michigan summer, almost out of smokes, missed his lunch, and was now bored as hell, all while the air around him was about as cloying and thick as molasses. He swore; he could feel his eyeballs sweating in this heat and humidity!
He scratched at his neck and then tugged irritably at the collar of his Condor golf shirt, feeling suffocated. He futilely tried to pull the fabric away from where it clung to his skin with a greedy, grasping hold; he scowled down at the sight of his chest and armpits, where the fabric, he had no doubt, would turn a jaundiced yellow.
He sighed.
His wife was going to have a fit trying to get the stains out. It could be worse, he thought. At least there won’t be any blood—not at the rate this is going.
Their targets were pinned, out of ammo, judging by the lack of return fire for the last few minutes, and probably already dead, judging by the silence. And even if they were alive, by some miracle, he and the others were armed to the teeth and had the whole perimeter covered; there was simply no way out!
No, all that he’d be doing today was hoping he didn’t pull the short straw and end up having to sweat his ass off digging some shallow graves.
He sighed again.
Yeah. Definitely no action today, he thought sourly.
He scanned the area again, his eyes never staying in any one place long, attempting to take in everything at once. He flicked his spent cigarette out the window and let out a large plume of smoke. Seeing no movement beside their men advancing, he leaned forward to adjust the radio dial, taking the risk of turning the volume up just a hair.
He was glad this whole circus would likely be over soon, but he was bored.
Static whirred and buzzed softly as he skipped past stations, hoping to find something to keep him entertained.
“—Welcome back, folks! We’ve got an incredible line-up this—"
He sneered at the overly enthusiastic voice and skipped ahead.
BUZZZT!
“—ow de Lawd, he cumfets meh; He protects meh; He aids meh in mah hour a neeeed—" Droned a nasally Southern accent, drawing out the vowels to an obnoxious degree.
He minutely shook his head and moved on.
SKRITCH!
“One, two, three!” Wilson Pickett’s voice strained with emotion, followed by a triumphant blast of a horn section.
He nodded to himself, satisfied. Sitting forward, he forced himself to pay close attention again, his gaze critical. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t missed anything suspicious during his brief respite. Bored as he was, he needed to stay sharp and professional. The boss wouldn’t want anything less.
Narrowing his eyes as he tilted his head to one side, he wrinkled his nose in concentration.
He watched as men carefully advanced upon the crumbling gas station from all sides, their guns aimed, and their steps light. The buzzing of cicadas, a loud, ponderous noise that pressed in on his eardrums, blended with the swelling of his music.
“One, two, three!” Another blast of horns and cicadas, followed by the bass.
Suddenly, in the rearview mirror, he caught the flash of brilliant blue light erupting in the backseat.
He blinked. Just there, in the rearview mirror, seated directly behind him was an old man in a suit—the old man in a suit—and although he looked like a washed-up, scrawny bum to his eyes, this was no ordinary man.
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