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fluentmoviequoter · 26 days ago

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Real-Life Prince

Requested Here! 🎃👻

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You go to a Halloween party and meet Street, who happens to complete your costume. When the party goes wrong, you learn that his costume isn't what makes him a prince.

Warnings: hostage situation, fluff!

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: I have some backstory I didn't include. For the purposes of this fic, Street knows about The Little Mermaid because he lived with a foster sister who watched it. :)

A/N2 (while proofreading): Does this have no breaks in it or did I just miss them? I'm reading it as one real-time scene and that rarely happens.

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“Trick or treat!” your friend calls as her neighbor Dominique Luca opens his door.

“You two must be the treats,” he jokes.

“Thanks for the invite and for letting me tag along,” you tell him as you enter his house.

“Least I could do for a princess like yourself, Ariel. There’s food, drinks, in the kitchen, help yourself to anything. And have fun!”

You salute and smile as you reply, “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, Ariel,” your friend says. She straightens the fake fork – dinglehopper – fastened in your hair and murmurs, “I see a certain superhero over there who might need a new sidekick.”

“See you later,” you reply, shaking your head as she crosses the room to talk to a man dressed as Spider-Man.

She waves over her shoulder, and you navigate the growing crowd to reach the kitchen. As you enter the kitchen, someone asks, “Get your voice back yet?”

You smile, a reply ready as you turn, but the words disappear when you see Prince Eric. You don’t recognize the man as any of your friend’s friends from the neighborhood, but there’s no denying he is attractive.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he jokes.

“Still getting used to land I guess,” you respond softly.

“Jim Street,” he introduces, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

You say your name and move closer to him as three more people enter the kitchen. When you agreed to come to this party with your friend, you weren’t expecting to meet a prince, and as you look into Jim’s eyes, you think he might be a real-life prince, just like the ones in the movies.

“Do you live around here?” Jim inquires.

“No, my friend does,” you answer. “You?”

“I live here. Luca just refuses to put my name on invitations because he knows people would come just for me.”

You laugh, and Street watches you like he’s in the presence of royalty, and part of him begs for the chance to treat you like the princess he’s sure you are. Street decides his fate is sealed when you look into the living room and roll your eyes, capturing his attention with every move you make.

“See Spider-Man and Wonder Woman over there?” you ask him, gesturing with your chin.

It takes a moment, but Street pulls his eyes away from your face and locates the people in question. He nods, and you say, “That’s my friend. She lives around the corner and has a thing for superheroes.”

“You don’t?”

When you turn your chin, you’re surprised that Street’s focus is back on you. He watches you intently as you answer, “I guess I’ve always been looking for more of a prince, not his superpowers.”

“Those are hard to find,” he muses. He drops his gaze to your lips, and you fight not to smile.

“But not impossible.”

Someone rings the doorbell, and when Luca whoops a moment later, Street places his hand on your arm and asks you to excuse him for a moment. You nod and watch as he meets Luca and two other men at the front door. Three kids and their parents are at the door, and the kids hold up candy buckets as they say, “Trick or treat!”

“Ain’t that Kay?” someone mumbles behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you see two men and a woman huddled in the corner of Luca’s kitchen. The shorter of the men is watching the door intently, and the woman is shaking her head and whispering quickly.

“What?” the other man asks. “You ain’t got a warrant, right?” When his friend shrugs, he rubs his chin and mutters, “Get out of here, man.”

“No.” Raising his chin, he says, “Kay isn’t taking me in again.”

“Don’t be stupid, George!” the woman hisses.

“Out of my way,” he demands as he steps around her. He pulls a gun from the back of his waistband and holds it at his side as the man you assume is Kay steps inside to speak to Luca, Street, and the men with them.

“C’mon, Deac, no costume?” Luca chides. “What are you teaching the kids?”

Deacon shakes his head, and his eyes catch on George. He looks away quickly and says something to Luca, who shrugs and glances toward the kitchen.

“What?” George demands.

“Nothing, George,” Luca calls. “Just some trick or treaters.”

The man standing by Luca dressed as a ninja mouths George’s full name, and you close your eyes briefly. If George wasn’t feeling threatened before, he is now.

“Car,” Deacon says over his shoulder. “Annie, go.”

Deacon closes the door while his wife leads his children away from the front porch. When he turns toward the kitchen, George shakes his head and raises the gun. Several people shriek, and George reaches out.

You grunt as you’re pulled against George’s chest, but when he raises the barrel of his gun to your temple, you bite your tongue and try to remain still and silent. Your eyes meet Street’s, and he holds your attention. He nods once, and you take it as a promise that he will get you out of this. However, he’s dressed as a prince and seems to fit the part, so you’re unsure what he plans to do.

“George, I’m Hondo,” one of Luca’s friends introduces, stepping forward with his fingers spread to show his hands are empty. “I’m LAPD, but listen, no one needs to get hurt and no one has to go to jail tonight. We’re just trying to enjoy the party like you, man.”

“Yeah, sure,” George replies. “I’m not falling for it.”

Your eyes are still on Street, and he examines your position against George, dragging his eyes slowly before he looks back to your face. You furrow your brows when he taps Deacon’s shoulder without breaking eye contact. Focusing on him keeps your mind off the gun aimed directly at your head, but you’re growing concerned that he’s going to get hurt in his attempt to save you. When Deacon, already identified as a police officer, nods at Street’s nonverbal communication, you realize that you chose the right Halloween party to get held at gunpoint.

George wraps his arm around your shoulders and shifts you to stand directly before him. He drops the gun to your chest, and you continue to watch Street. Luca says something to him, and Street’s shoulders drop. Whatever they decided on or what George just did must have been a good thing.

“It’s not worth it,” Hondo points out, and you realize he has been talking to George the entire time. With your focus on Street and the silence of the rest of the party, it was easy to tune him out, and you’re hoping that he either gets through to George or that someone does something soon.

“Then maybe I should show you it is,” George seethes, raising his arm to place pressure on your neck. You flinch, and George takes it as an invitation to rest the gun against your stomach and pull you uncomfortably tight against him.

Street moves forward, and your eyes widen as you watch him. He smiles before he disappears behind a partygoer. Your eyes bounce between the people across from you until George harshly pulls you back to reality by tightening his arm around your neck. Your chest tightens as your breath shortens, and just as you begin to panic, George’s arm is pulled away from your neck. You stumble to the side and right yourself as Street shoves George against the counter. The gun hits the floor as Street flips George so his ribcage is against the side of the island and pushes his arm up between his shoulder blades.

“Deacon?” he asks.

“Gladly,” Deacon agrees, stepping forward with handcuffs while Hondo makes a call.

Once Street has passed George to Deacon – with noticeable force stemming from his anger – he moves to your side. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around Street, and he gladly returns the hug as he whispers in your ear that you’ll be okay.

“I know,” you answer, smiling as you pull back to look at him. “You’re the only reason I didn’t freak out and get myself killed. Thank you.”

Street shrugs and replies, “It’s my princely duty.”

“Well…” Luca begins. “That was fun, but we’ve got more food and a party to keep going!”

People cheer before the music starts again, and the police car transporting George to the station pulls away from the curb. As the party resumes, almost as if nothing happened, your friend lifts her arms in question from across the room. You smile before you face Street, missing how she raises her eyebrows, impressed and happy for you.

“So, you’re a cop,” you muse.

“SWAT officer,” he corrects. “Savior, I’ve got a lot of titles.”

You hum and brush your hand over his shoulder before you ask, “Ever thought of getting a new one?”

Street smiles and places his hand on your waist. “Occasionally. More than once tonight.”

“Ladies, gentlemen, neighbors, zombies, friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!” Luca announces dramatically, pausing the music. “We’ve got a best costume prize to give away!”

“What’s the prize?” someone asks.

“It better be free food at the food truck for a week!” another adds.

Luca pauses before he murmurs, “Should’ve thought of that.” He returns to his previous dramatics to say, “A ride in SWAT’s APC, Black Betty!”

“I do that every day,” Street grumbles beside you.

“That’s cool,” you whisper to him. He smiles and wraps his arm around your waist, relaxing when you lean against him.

“The best costume is… Prince Eric and Ariel!” Luca yells.

Your friend leads the applause, followed shortly by Street’s SWAT team as they clap and yell. Walking hand-in-hand with Street, you move to the middle of the room and accept medals from Luca.

“Listen,” Street begins, causing Luca to roll his eyes. “I get to ride in Black Betty a lot, so how ‘bout you let me drive once?”

You raise your brows and look between them. After a moment, Luca sighs and answers, “Yeah, okay.”

Street raises his fist in victory, then circles his arms around your waist and spins you. Laughing, you hug him in the air and celebrate your victory as if there’s no one around. You’re not entirely sure if the real win is the best costume prize or meeting Jim Street, but despite the hostage situation, this is the best Halloween of your life.

“You wanna get out of here?” Street asks after the music is turned on once more.

“Uhm,” you murmur, rising to your tiptoes to find your friend. Tucked in a corner, she’s lip locked with Spider-Man, and you take Street’s hand. “I’d love to.”

Outside, the music fades as you follow Street to his motorcycle. He stops beside it, turning to face you with a smile.

“Thanks for saving me,” you tell him, standing only a breath apart. “I know, it’s your princely duty, but… you did more than get him away from me. I really appreciate it. I appreciated what you were doing before that.”

“Then maybe we should pick up there.”

You lean forward, placing your hands on Street’s chest as you kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “What can I say?” you whisper, “I’d love to be part of your world.”

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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 15]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

You assumed Eden must have told the boys that you were working from your home studio temporarily. Of course, only Wooyoung knew the truth as to why you had to work from home.

“Wooyoung, are you sure it’s okay for you to be here so much?” You asked as you prepared lunch for the three of you.

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want me to come...?” He tilted his head.

“Of course not. You being here with Haneul has been a great help. And I think she likes you too.” You smiled softly. Another thing is now Wooyoung knows what you look like without a mask. So you haven’t had to wear a mask when he comes over to visit.

“It’s no big deal for me because I love kids. And I like her too. She’s amazing.” Wooyoung giggled. You felt your heart swell with pride hearing him talking about how great Haneul was.

“Oppa! Come!” Haneul called.

“Coming, my princess~” Wooyoung replied, prancing away to the child. Just like you, Haneul got Wooyoung wrapped around her finger.

“I’m gonna leave this to boil. I’ll be right back.” You told Wooyoung, going into your studio. You had a call with Hongjoong and Eden, just an update call about the progress of work.

“Is unnie playing games?” Haneul turned to Wooyoung after seeing you disappear into the work room.

“No, princess. She’s not playing games, she’s working.” Wooyoung explained, gently moving Haneul to sit on his lap to play instead.

“She’s always busy.” Haneul pouted.

“Your unnie works really hard. Do you know how cool she is? She makes music for people. Like me. Your unnie makes the music then I sing and dance.” Wooyoung tried his best to explain your job and his job to the kid.

“Unnie is cool?” Haneul tilted her head. To her, you have always just been the older sister that took care of her. She was too young to understand the meaning and extravagance of your jobs, producing music and meeting famous idols. But you liked that, you liked how she treated you normally. You were just her older sister, nothing more, nothing less.

“Super cool. She’s way cooler than me.” Wooyoung gave a thumbs up. Hanuel’s eyes lit up in amazement, making Wooyoung laugh and pinch her cheek while cooing.

Wooyoung decided to let Haneul watch the ‘Wave’ music video, considering it was the most ‘light hearted’ music video and wouldn’t scare her.

“Ooh, red! Like Ariel!” Haneul pointed excitedly at Hongjoong’s red hair, comparing her to the famous mermaid. Wooyoung burst out laughing at how cute she was, nearly falling to his knees for her.

“See? That’s my best friend. His name is San.” Wooyoung paused and pointed to the blonde.

“Who is that?” Wooyoung paused the video again.

“Oppa! Wooyoung oppa!” Haneul pointed the real version next to her.

“That’s right! You’re so smart.” He patted her head while complimenting her. They continued to watch the video together, Haneul excitedly pointing at Wooyoung every time he appeared on the screen.

“What’s so funny?” You came out after the call, hearing Haneul’s shrieking laughter. You turned to see the video of Ateez on the television.

“Lunch is ready.” You announced to the two. While you scooped the food and put the dishes on the coffee table, Wooyoung brought Haneul to wash her hands. You had a second, staring at the paused performance video of the entire group on the screen.

“Everything okay?” Wooyoung asked, noticing you were lost in your thoughts. You nodded, going to scoop the rice. You placed Haneul’s rice and soup together in the dish, cutting up the other food for her to eat.

“Here you go, baby.” You placed the kids plate in front of her. She picked up the spoon excitedly.

“What do we say?” You stopped her before digging in.

“Thank you for the food.” She grinned.

“Good girl.” You stroked her head. With Haneul being around you more, you took the oppotunity to try and guide her through things. Wooyoung sat on the other side of Haneul, digging into the food.

“Mmm, it’s good.” He said, taking a sip of the soup.

“Thanks. There’s not much in the refridgerator, I’ll have to order groceries soon.” You noted. Haneul has only been with you for a little over a week and yet you found yourself having to adjust to a new schedule like ordering more groceries, having to cook more instead of ordering take out and remembering there was someone who you needed to care for.

“Do you miss the others?” Wooyoung asked. He knew that look you had earlier when looking at the screen.

“I guess I’m used to seeing them everyday. Then now, I’m not seeing them at all. Except you, of course.” You chuckled. Even if you didn’t directly answer his question, Wooyoung knew your answer.

“You can still meet them. I’ll watch Haneul for a bit.” Wooyoung said.

“It’s okay. It’s not like we’re forbidden to see each other. Besides, I should be spending more time with Haneul now that she’s here.” You stroked Haneul’s head.

“Yeah, take this time to relax too, Indigo. Just have fun with Haneul and rest.” Wooyoung advised.

After lunch, Wooyoung had a schedule to go for so he left. You didn’t want to leave Haneul alone to work so you decided to both get dressed and go to the grocery store. It was more fun than to get them delivered.

“Ready?” You asked. Haneul nodded her head, slipping her hand into yours. The bus ride to the grocery store wasn’t too long. Haneul was constantly amazed by the scenary and everything in the big city, no matter how many times she came to stay with you.

“Up you go.” Upon arriving, you carried her so she could sit in the cart. It was good that she could rest and you wouldn’t have to constantly watch her.

“Eomuk!” She pointed excitedly.

“Want eomuk?” You asked. She nodded her head vigorously. You usually made stir fried fishcakes with a sweet soy sauce for her to eat with rice, it’s the only time you see her eat two bowls of rice.

“Alright, let’s get some eomuk.” You took some bags off the shelf and placed it into the cart.

“Yoghurt... Strawberry or peach?” You asked, holding up the two.

“I like both!” She grinned.

“We’ll get both.” You put them into the cart. Haneul was a little upset when she came back to your house and all her yoghurt was gone. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought them all to song camp for Hongjoong to finish.

When you were out with Haneul, you never wore your mask. No one would recognise you anyway. Plus, Haneul liked it when you didn’t wear your mask.

“Cereal, biscuits, fruits, meat...” You checked your list, looking back to the cart to make sure you what you needed.

“Last stop, vegetables.” You went to the vegetable section to get what looked good. After that, you paid for everything and took a cab home with Haneul. You didn’t want to struggle with carrying the groceries and taking public transport with her so taking a cab was easier. You loaded a game for Haneul to play on your phone, just so you could put the groceries away.

Hongjoong was sitting by the pantry tables, eating his food when his phone rang. He swallowed his food before picking up the call.

“Hello? Indigo?” Hongjoong wasn’t expecting a call from you, considering how he had a conference call with you and Edenary this morning regarding the projects. There was no noise on the other side expect some rustling.

“Hello...?” Hongjoong was going to hang up, thinking you may have accidentally butt-dialed him.

“...Hi?”

“Huh? Who is this? Indigo, if this is some sort of joke or prank call. You’re not very funny...” The voice that Hongjoong heard was definitely not yours. If you were doing an impersonation, it was rather convincing.

“Haneul.”

“Hanuel?” He frowned in confusion. Pulling the phone away from his ear, he double checked that the caller ID was yours. Wooyoung walked into the pantry, fresh out of his fitness training.

“What’s wrong, hyung? Who are you talking to?” Wooyoung asked when he noticed the captain’s weird expression.

“Not sure. Some kid named Haneul is using Indigo’s phone and called me. Either that or Indigo mimics a child’s voice very well.” Hongjoong explained. At his words, Wooyoung visibly stiffened. He tried to hide his expression of shock but it was too late.

“Yah. Jung Wooyoung, what are you hiding?” Hongjoong glared at the younger male. Wooyoung gulped, opening his mouth to deny knowing anything but he forgot Haneul was still on the line.

“Wooyoung oppa?!”

“Yah! Haneul ah, what are you doing?! Who are you talking to?!” Your voice was heard on the other line and just like that, the call was cut.

“Explain.” Hongjoong frowned. Wooyoung winced, if only Haneul didn’t call out to him. He gulped, unsure of what he was supposed to tell Hongjoong. It wasn’t his story to tell.

“Hang on.” Wooyoung ran away, despite Hongjoong yelling out his name. He took his phone out to call you.

“Ouh, Wooyoung.”

“How are you calm?! Haneul just called Hongjoong and she recognised me, even called out my name! Now Hongjoong hyung is demanding an explanation and I don’t know what to tell him. He looks so scary. I think he’s going to come hunt me down until I give him some sort of excuse as to why I know the child that called him.” Wooyoung rambled.

“It’s fine, Wooyoung. Calm down. Anyway, it’s my fault for letting Haneul use my phone and not watching her properly. It’s not like Haneul is in witness protection. You can tell him.”

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung paced up and down. He had no idea why he was more stressed about this than you.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s better that he knows so he will understand why I am not in the studio and won’t be suspicious of you when you leave the dorm.”

“Oh, that’s true... Okay, I’ll tell him about Haneul but I won’t tell him that I’ve seen you without your mask. I think that’s irrelevant information and it’s my special secret with you.” Wooyoung declared, making you laugh.

“Sure, Wooyoung. Thank you. It might be easier for me to invite him over to work on music. And he can meet Haneul, I’m sure she will be very intrigued by his hair.”

“No way! Haneul is mine. She can only look at me as her oppa.” Wooyoung scoffed.

“Alright, alright. Geez, I’m starting to think I’m not the most protective and possessive over her anymore.”

After you hung up, Wooyoung emerged from his hiding spot (which was just the accessibility bathroom with the door locked) and went to find Hongjoong. But before Hongjoong could yell at Wooyoung, the younger covered the older’s mouth with his hand and dragged him to his studio.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hongjoong crossed his arms with a frown, watching Wooyoung look around the corridor to make sure there was no one before closing the door and locking it.

“I’ll explain to you who Haneul is. But it is a secret and you cannot tell the others. I’ve already asked for permission from Indigo.” Wooyoung said.

“O...kay?” Hongjoong tilted his head.

The two sat down and Wooyoung told Hongjoong everything, even having to suddenly go get Haneul out of nowhere while the rest were making their way back from song camp. And that being the reason he knew about Haneul.

“So she’s been supporting Haneul this whole time? On her own?” Hongjoong asked. Wooyoung nodded in confirmation.

“But she’s still working a lot so I go over to help her with Haneul some times. Especially when she has calls and doesn’t want to leave Haneul on her own, unattended.” Wooyoung explained.

“That’s where you have been disappearing to?”

“Yeah, when we don’t have schedules, I just drop by. Been doing it since the end of song camp.” Wooyoung said.

“Indigo should have just told us. She could take time off work and be with Haneul rather than have to juggle both work and caring for the child full time.” Hongjoong shook his head.

“That’s the thing. You know how dedicated she is to her work. She won’t take any breaks or stop working. And Indigo is very protective of Haneul, more than she is of her own identity. Like she doesn’t want too many people to know about her or meet her. There might be an underlying reason why but I don’t know it to that extent.” Wooyoung said.

“She must be special to Indigo then.” Hongjoong stated and Wooyoung nodded, noticing how you just look at Haneul with so much love and adoration.

“I’ll respect her wishes. I won’t say anything to the others but now that I know the actualy reason why she’s working from home, I’m glad everything is actually okay.” Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.

“She said it would be easier if you knew since you might need to go to her home studio to work.” Wooyoung conveyed.

“I guess so. We were trying to avoid that so as to not intrude on her privacy and personal space. But if you say so, I’ll drop her a text later.” Hongjoong said.

“Haneul... Same name as San’s sister.” Hongjoong chuckled.

“Right? You will see it when you meet her... But all I can say is, you can tell that the kid was raised by Indigo. She’s so... smart and independent. Yet, all you want to do is take care of her.” Wooyoung laughed.

“She’s adorable. An amazing kid.” He continued to gush over Haneul. Wooyoung was always a fan of kids but Hongjoong has never seen him this head over heels before.

While you didn’t scold Haneul for calling Hongjoong, you did tell her how it was wrong to speak to strangers and that she wasn’t allowed to leave the game to do other things on your phone. You conveyed it as keeping her safe, which Haneul understood and apologised for.

“Sleep well.” You whispered as Haneul napped. She must have been tired since she fell asleep while playing so you carried her to the room.

“Alright.” You took the opportunity to clean up. You cleared the toys, cleaned the floors and did the laundry. To clean the floors, you did Seonghwa’s four step method; sticky roller, vacuum, mop and sticky roller again.

After that was done, you sat down to do some work. You made sure you didn’t fully cover both ears with your headphones to be able to hear if Haneul needed you.

“This needs a re-recording of the guide...” You typed out on your notes.

‘I think I’ll need to re-record the guide for draft 27B before submitting it. There were some revisions made to the chorus, as per our conversation yesterday. - Indigo’

‘Sure. I’ll take note of it and ask Jongho to come in. - Eden’

‘I added the extra percussions to draft 29A like you asked for. Let me know if you need any edits. - Peperoni’

‘Draft 42′s chorus is done and ready for vetting before the guide recording can be done. - Oliv’

‘I’m still working on the arrangement for the chorus for draft 91. I’ll need more time because I need to work with Seonghwa on his next cover release first, which is the priority now. - Maddox’

This is usually how you communicated with each other, everyone in a group chat, updating on the status of their works. You all never needed to address each other, you just knew what information was relevant to you. With so many projects that were going on simultaneously, this was the best for Eden to keep track of everyone.

‘LAKOV sent back the raw piano for Hongjoong’s upcoming cover song. I’ll need to overlay it with Hongjoong before I can start the recording. - Jangmoon’

‘I just saw the track you sent me from song camp. I will do the MIDI mixing by the end of this week and send it back to you. - LEEZ’

‘Thanks everyone for accommodating to me working from home. - Indigo’

‘No need to thank. We hope you’re resting well, family comes first, work can be done later. - Eden’

With how hard everyone was working and the boys being excited over the tracks you have been working on together, there was no way you could take time off. You just had to manage your time between Haneul and work.

“Unnie?” You heard Haneul and turned around. She stood there, holding her stuffed rabbit by the foot.

“Hey, baby.” You rolled over to her. While she yawned, you picked her up and sat her in your lap. Still half asleep, she leaned her head on your chest. You wheeled yourself back to the desk and continued to do the last bit of your work. Haneul didn’t mind, content with just sitting on your lap.

*Kim Hongjoong is requesting a video call*

“Oh, Hongjoong.” You answered the call, wearing your mask and propping the phone against the bottom corner of your computer. Hongjoong’s face came to view. Although, he leaned in when he noticed Haneul.

“Is that her? Hello~” Hongjoong gave a friendly wave and smile. Haneul was disinterested, not moving to greet whoever was talking.

“Yes, I’m assuming Wooyoung told you already... This is Haneul. Sorry, she just woke up from a nap.” You apologised.

“No worries, we’re all like that after a nap.” He laughed.

“You work too hard, Indigo. You should be resting more, I’m sure you’re using whatever time Haneul is sleeping to work in the studio right? Tch, I know you too well.”

“If you just called me to nag at me, I’m hanging up.” You threatened, eyes on your computer screen instead of him.

“Okay, fine. I actually called because Wooyoung said you’re fine with me coming to work with you in your home studio. So I just wanted to check what your schedule is like. I am free tomorrow night... My schedule ends at 5pm. If night time is not good, we can just reschedule or we can work separately and discuss it online like we have been doing.”

“No, night time is actually good. I usually try to get Haneul to bed by 9 ish. I’ll prepare your share of dinner then.” You said. Haneul started whining and squirming to get off your lap.

“What do you need?” You asked her.

“Yoghurt...” She mumbled.

“Okay, hang on.” You told Hongjoong, holding her hand to take her to the kitchen. Haneul chose one of the strawberry yoghurt tubes to eat. She sat on the ground next to you, enjoying the sweet snack.

“Now, I want some yoghurt too.” Hongjoong mumbled. You watched him take the phone to the company fridge.

“You’re a 5 year old, Kim Hongjoong.” You scoffed, looking at him rummage through the fridge for a yoghurt cup. He found one with ‘Park Seonghwa’ on it.

“I’m sure Seonghwa won’t mind. I’ll just buy him another one to replace it.” Hongjoong shrugged as he tossed the label aside with no care in the world. You clicked your tongue, shaking your head at him.

“That’s very bad behaviour, Hongjoong. I’m telling Seonghwa right now.” You screenshotted Hongjoong eating the yoghurt before opening the messaging app to send Seonghwa the picture, telling him that the yoghurt Hongjoong was eating in the picture was his.

“YAH! KIM HONGJOONG!” You heard Seonghwa.

“Wow, I didn’t think he was actually still at the company building.” You laughed in amazement while Hongjoong starting running.

“Why would you do that?! ...curse you!” Hongjoong said to you as he ran. He would have actually cursed at you but he remembered that Haneul was within earshot and you definitely wouldn’t want her to hear that.

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pompompurin1028 · 2 years ago

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It Takes Two to Tango

Summary: Dancing with Fyodor

Request: Prompt L and S - (Music Lyrics) "Unsolved and endless wait for me" from Lands End, A stolen kiss with Fyodor by @kaus-quietis

Pairing: Fyodor x reader

Genre: Scenario

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request Lav! I'll be honest, I was hoping someone would request a stolen kiss with Fyodor hehe. This really took a good while to figure out the main concept I wanted to portray for the fic, to match the tone I wanted to convey in my head. I really hope you enjoy it <3, Fyodor has successfully spun me around 360° and more while I attempted to figure out what the best concept for this is, going from an enemies to lovers idea to soft Fyodor and back to considering enemies to lovers again before I settled on what has became this fic.

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Fyodor's hand was icy cold when the tips of your fingers ghosted the palm of his outstretched hand. There was something foreign and unfamiliar about the coldness of his skin against your own that sent a chill down your spine. And yet his touch… so delicate as his fingers barely grazed the back of your fingers as you took his hand. Or no, perhaps it was more playful in the way his touch lingers against your skin, before it pulls away just oh so scarcely out of touch, almost as if teasingly beckoning you forward just as he becomes elusive and out of reach.

Fyodor’s touch reminds you of that of the ocean. Sometimes, it is like the waves that somehow seem so harmless as it laps at your ankles as you stroll along the beach, seeming so welcoming and inviting that you trudge deeper into their embrace. More typically, it is a scene of calm, seeming to embrace those in its presence with its endlessly soothing ebb and flow, the beautiful reflection of the sunlight as they bounce off the surface of the water, and yet, the moment you touch its icy waters, you are once again reminded of the more sinister and even dangerous intentions that lurk beneath. Yet at rare times, in the certain glint you catch in his eyes, in the way he holds onto you, just as the ocean water clings onto your clothes the more you sink into it, weighing down the fabrics that hug your skin as though it is discreetly dragging you into its grasp, there are times when it feels as if he doesn’t wish to relent his touch like he doesn’t wish to let go, and that there was something much concealed lying beneath his typically calm demeanour.

And though his touch seemed to convey so much of his hidden nature, when you look up to meet his gaze, you were met with nothing but the typical tranquil and soft smile he wears upon his lips which betrays little of his true thoughts. But as your eyes met his own, the subtle upward tug at the corner of his lips was enough to make you recognize his amusement behind his calm demeanour as he patiently awaits your next step. And his violet eyes… conceal beneath them shadows of the unknown akin to the unsolved and endless mysteries lurking beneath the surface of the ocean, silently enticing you, waiting for you to plunge deeper, sink into their embrace, and explore their depths to find them, to understand them.

As always, Fyodor’s true intentions were a puzzle, like an endless labyrinth of possibilities that only seemed to grow in amounts when you seemed to have transcended into a new, ineffable stage of your relationship. And even in such moments where he merely seems to be inviting you to dance, you couldn’t help but notice the subtleties in his actions, trying to piece together his true intentions.

“Is there really so much to consider when I am merely asking you for a dance?” He seemed to muse thoughtfully, placing his hand on his cheek. But the fact that his tone was tinged with playfulness when he finally broke the silence between the two of you, and the faint stretch of his smile hinted at you otherwise. “Unfortunately, as much as I would love to give you all the time you need to decide, if you are deciding on it, I must warn you, the music is starting soon.” He added, leaning in close to your ear. “So what is it going to be?”

Taking his hand, you interlaced your fingers with his and leaned closer towards him in reply, “You know full well what my answer is even before I say it, Fyodor. When have I ever backed from a challenge from you?”

“And of course, I wouldn’t expect any less from you.” It is only at this moment that his grip around your hand tightened in return just as an ocean would once you have accepted its embrace.

After all, this is why I love you, these words hung thick in the air between the two of you. Yet, saying them aloud would be unnecessary.

For why should you, when you could understand it perfectly in the way he wraps his arm across your upper back, pulling you into an intimate, close embrace, wrapped close enough to hear his heartbeat, tight enough to feel his every breath? What more is there to question when every step of his, every twist, every turn matches you in perfect tandem like the tie and release of the waves? In a state where sight had become nothing but superfluous, in a state where you could embrace one another until your foreheads touch one another, in a state where you understand him so well that your movements meld as one as you almost melt against one another, what can there be if not love?

When he received you like that of the close embrace of the ocean against your skin, wrapping so closely around you as you sink into him, or he sinks into you as you dipped. When even as your hands released from one another, both of you could understand the silent “wait from me”s in each other’s movements, in each other’s eyes, and even in each other’s thoughts before finding each other again to dance in perfect synchronise. When you both danced endlessly in circles around one another, in your own unsolved and nameless state of affection, where so inter-assured in the mind that words are expendable in one another’s presence. What can there be if not love?

Fyodor’s true intentions were a puzzle, like an endless labyrinth of possibilities that only seemed to grow in amounts when you seemed to have transcended into an ineffable, new stage of your relationship. But what shows his fascination with you more than the unsolved and endless puzzles he brings to you? And what is more reciprocating to his advances than you meeting his challenges?

As the two of you lean in close once again, to the point where your noses touch, when the music around you comes to a halt, Fyodor bends closer to steal a kiss… pressing a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

He lingered for just a moment before pulling away with a small smirk on his lips.

After all, it takes two to tango.

Notes: This fic was inspired by this stunning tango dance recital and is somewhat inspired by Donne’s metaphysical love poems A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning and The Ecstasy, honestly A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning is the current poem that lives rent free in my head... So, consider these an extra gift along with this fanfiction <3

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pink-booty-butts · 2 years ago

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Wants and Needs (Ariel x Reader)

Pairing: dark!Ariel Conroy x fem!Reader

Word Count: 966

Summary: this is literally just smut

Warnings: minors, please go read something that is not this!! dark themes/allusions to stockholmy stuff, lots of begging, ariel being a meanie/slightly degrading, slight orgasm denial, hair pulling, slight voyeurism?

A/N: extremely spicy thoughts in the baynton babes server have inspired this. i am such a simp for ariel i swear to god 🙈 i promise my next fic will be about someone else!! 😭

also tagging @demontoucansam as per request(i hope i did it right haha), i hope you and everyone else enjoys this!!

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Your fingers tightly grip the bedsheets beneath you, as Ariel pounds into you. He grabs one of your hands away from the sheets, tangling his fingers with yours and forcing your hands next to your head. He leans in close, wanting to admire your pleasure-stricken face. His other hand pulls your leg up more, allowing him to get a deeper angle as he maintains his rough pace. “Ariel,” you gasp. “Please I need—,“ you’re cut off by a particularly hard thrust, making you moan loudly. He can feel that you’re close to your orgasm, so he starts slowing his pace. Ariel grins widely to himself, enjoying the sight of you as a desperate mess beneath him.

“What do you need, darling?” He asks, his hot breath fanning your face. He pumps in and out of you slowly, as your brows furrow in shame. You know you’re not going to get what you want without asking though, so you relent.

“I need,” you moan again, “to cum.” He speeds up a little after you finish this sentence, but not enough for you to reach your release, so you whine in protest. “Please please please Ariel, please I need you Ariel I need—“ he quickens with each word of your begging, his ego being massively spurred on. He laughs a little, elated at your desperate pleas.

“And just think,” he says, before trying to kiss you. Your mouth is still slack-jawed and open, but he lets his tongue explore it freely. He pulls away a bit to continue speaking, but leaves his lips close enough to brush against yours with every word. “Not too long ago you were swearing up and down you’d never love me, and now here you are. Begging for me, telling me you need me,” he mocks, though you’re too preoccupied with your own pleasure to care. He removes his hand from yours, and tangles it in your hair. He tugs it harshly, forcing your eyes to open and look back at him. “I wish you could see yourself, love,” he laughs, before resuming his sloppy kisses.

Ariel continues thrusting you into the mattress, intending on giving you your release, but right when you’re on the brink of it, an idea pops into his head and he stops. You sob, you were so close. “Oh wait, you can,” he grins devilishly at you, before pulling out of you and standing up. “And don’t even think about trying to orgasm without me,” he warns, before rushing out of the bedroom.

He comes back quickly, holding his laptop in his hands. Your eyes widen, and you try to scurry off of the bed, but Ariel grabs your ankle and drags you back towards him. He opens his laptop on the beside table, turning the webcam on and facing it towards the bed. Then he gets back on top of you, and re-enters your aching core. You moan at the feeling, your back arching away from the mattress at the need to finally have your release. Ariel tangles his hand in your hair once more, kissing your open mouth.

“I can’t wait to show you this later,” he says, referring to the footage he is currently filming. Though he is still kissing you, his eyes bore directly into the camera. The green light next to it entices him, feeling like it’s egging him on. He pulls out slowly, and then thrusts harshly back into you. His eyes roam all over your body, enjoying each quiver of your legs and the tightness around his length. “Look at you,” he muses, “You’re so desperate for me, you really do need me don’t you?” He leans down to nip at your neck, grinning against it. You sob at his words, unable to stop your moans from coming out.

“Say it,” he demands, as he yanks your hair back so your face is in full view of the camera. “Say it again and I’ll let you cum.”

Your nose scrunches up, aware of the humiliation of his request. But you don’t care anymore, you’re tired of resisting. “Ariel,” you whimper. “I need you, please,” you manage, breathlessly.

Ariel rewards you with harsh circles to your clit, and your back violently arches away from the bed. He orgasms soon after you, burying his face in your neck and moaning quietly. When you fall back against the pillow, Ariel’s forehead meets yours, and he stares at your expression with wide eyes, wanting to burn the memory into his skull. Both of you are panting, exchanging each other’s warm breath.

Once your breathing slows slightly, he begins passionately kissing you again, not hesitating to allow his tongue to claim its territory in your mouth. His teeth clash against yours repeatedly, and he’s still inside of you. You whimper due to his slight movements overstimulating you. He chuckles through your kiss, satisfied with himself.

He separates his mouth from yours, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. His hand reaches towards your cheek, rubbing your tears away gently as you begin to breathe normally. “Isn’t it so much better when you admit you love me?” he asks, pushing away the hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

You nod quickly, and his grin widens. He hugs you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face in your hair. You moan quietly, the new position causing his length to move inside of you again. He shifts you slightly to hold you with one arm, using the other to tap on his trackpad and stop the recording. He lifts his eyes slightly to stare at the image of the two of you on his computer screen, his arm bringing you closer to him. “Next time,” he whispers excitedly, “This is going to play in the background.”

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timeguardians · 10 months ago

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@elecctricsugars (okay so I know this is a bit cheating, but let me give you an awake muse. I still intend to give you maybe Belle or Anna or Ariel)

"Close your eyes and hold out your hand." Wonka

Weighted. A moment of heady hesitation is gifted Wonka at his seemingly strange request. For a tentative moment, all her eyes could do is search him, seeking out whatever prompted his command. Trusting that he meant no harm, Mia allows her long, dark lashes to flicker closed.

Porcelain fingers gingerly unfurl, outstretching gently in his direction. Though her keen-eyed gaze is barred by the shields of her eyelids, she can SENSE Joe in the corner, tensing up. His protective and hawkish gaze is almost PALPABLE.

Baited breath lingers upon the lowest curve of Mia's lip. "Aren't you even going to give me a CLUE?" She questions. The brunette bounces a little with nervous energy.

#elecctricsugars #test muse: mia thermopolis

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ragingsands · 2 years ago

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[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . ( aaand ariel because she is baby )

Anyone would have given the girl a gander and assumed she was the sweetheart of the city, or even the spoiled girl of her family - but her being in this wretched place was enough an evidence to tell Stargazer that her perception of the girl was correct. She was more than the timid and pretty face. Though she dressed like she walked out of the richest family in DisCity, Ariel's heart was gentler. Some sheltered individuals were more than likely to act a different way, but Ariel was different.

After all, there were a few details that she herself missed somehow, namely the little tuft of hair that sat uncomfortable away from the hairband that was keeping her hair together.

"My dear, please hold on for a second, will you?" the Stargazer spoke, before reaching out with a hand to the tuft of hair. Admittedly, it would be much better to simply return to the room, and do a more thorough job with hair drying, but she was assuming that the girl had little time to go with. Perhaps she was assigned for a quick dispatch, and the Stargazer was not there to impede her from work. "Here, let me lend you something for today."

With a quick motion, the diviner used her index finger to loosen the dainty head accessory that had always weighed upon her head, and gently placed it upon the girl's head.

"For today, think little of its significance; merely to set your hair down."

#in:character;#in:box;#int:ariel;#sortilegii

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gemkun · 9 months ago

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@luminaei said : ✔ for any and all muses you fancy across all my blogs hehe so that I don't end up spamming your dash ↬ a quick and easy plotting guide

ROBIN

My muse(s): dr. ratio

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

consider modern au ... with that idol life ...

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

we've already basically established their dynamic but i am looking right at 2.1 and demanding content

with robin's abilities but the relationship we're going for , there's always the possibility of her utilising her powers but i think she'd only do it as a last resort with veritas

you've already done all these hehe but i will always accept anything you send !

ARIEL & MYA

My muse(s): dazai

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

anything we can possibly think of i will dip my toes into the sea

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

for both mya & ariel , there's a lot of avenues we can explore because this man is awful and can't make up his mind , but also the context could dictate the way relationships lean and other externalities we can always deliberate over

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ducknotinarow · 1 year ago

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[2k7 Teen!Ariel and Mikey - hughughughug]

Ariel was quiet as she approached Mikey, a bot of white orchids, blue hyacinths, and lily of the valley's, in her hands. Apologies, that's what the flowers meant. Least, they're supposed to represent someone saying sorry. Ariel owned a lot of those right now. Mikey the biggest one though,

"Uhm, Uncle Mikey," She speaks up, "I uh, I bought you some flowers, for your greenhouse..."

It was the most she had said to him in a very long time. Ariel had sort of been avoiding him for a very long time. Let the anger consume her, let it ruin so much. Ariel blamed no one but herself. Placing the pot of flowers down, she begins to rub at her hands, frowning softly as she thinks,

"Uncle Mikey?" Ariel says softly, "I'm, I'm sorry, for all the things I said and did to you, and for being so angry at you, it wasn't fair of me to be so mean, and I'm sorry."

She didn't want to be angry at him anymore. Ariel loved her Uncle Mikey, she really did. Ariel lifted a sleeve to her face, quickly wiping her eyes, because she really did feel awful,

"You're my Uncle and my best friend and I want to be best friends with you again, if you want that too," Ariel admits, "Because I really am sorry Uncle M'n'M."

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Mikey was starting at a steam eyes pointed out towards the leafs sprouting from it. Some browning at the ends he needed to cut them off. He learned that you could use the dead leafs al like fertilizer for the plants. From when he was looking something over with Yvonne. Least when he asked she made it sound pretty easy. Would also come in handy not like he could that easily well go and get that stuff on his own. Sure April could always help but? well since everything he was trying to show some independence here. Maybe that was why he did what he had back then. The fear of what to do as everyone around him seemed able to move forward on to paths he no longer could follow them on. Something about always thinking it be at least the four of them together, Snipping at the leafs and cursing under his breath when he cut one he shouldn't have. Trying to give a shake of his thoughts but it was hard to escape them right now.

Mikey could still hear everything Ariel told him that day how upset and angry she was with him how she lashed out and told him the wrongs he committed. How could he not know that? He was the one who did it. And worse he could even say he was pushed or forced. Maybe a little but in the end it was a choice HE made all on his own. Leo was doing the leader thing improving being better. Raph and Don were starting families. It just left Mikey feeling stuck. So when he was left to speak with Karai? he knows it was stupid and he should have ya know thought it through more. Mikey honestly expected to be fully kicked out of his family after everything went down. Because of him once again there is a Shredder roaming around in the world after all. Sure it's not the world ending kind of Shredder but still. His brothers most of all should have been the ones upset with him to tell him off scold him even.

Not that they hadn't nah he got a lot of that Leo being disappointed in him hurt, Raph's lack of usual insults when getting on his case was dreadful, and that lack of understanding in Don's voice.

He cut another leaf. Donatello. All his brothers said they forgave him Leo understood he been tempted himself. Raph? said Mikey dealt with enough once getting a proper sorry at least. Had Mikey not done that enough with Don? He knows he apologized to them all but maybe Don needed more? Why else would it hurt him so deep that his own daughter could hear about it? Mikey set the clippers down with a heavy sigh.

"Heh sorry dude, I'm gonna make you look green and bald like me if I keep going." his plants had become his best companions lately, Since he hadn't gone back to the lair in a good long while after all. Ariel was there a lot, she should Leo there and Master Splinter too. She didn't get much room to roam anyway so he could retreat and give her the space she needed. Another sigh. Mikey wasn't sure what hurt the most here, how Ariel lashed out and told him everything he thinks and feels all the time as if she was shaped by the thoughts that ran through his mind all the time. Or knowing that his brother didn't really forgive him. Even after asking for so much help with this place. It's why Mikey was trying not to do that anymore. Not just with Don with everyone.

"it's lonely here." He says, course it is Mikey been basically isolating himself. "Wonder if Splinter been watching any new stories of his. Im best weeks behind on the one we watch. I kind of miss Raph being a jerk to me, and Casey. Miss Summer telling me about her games. Miss Leo trying to get me to train with him. Miss my girl nights with April and Von...can't really do them here. Could maybe if I got more places to sit?" He'd been sleeping on an old couch he found so it was basically his bed. "Hope Ari's okay...I know things went down bad with Bishop after all." he was there but not for the aftermath of course. Mikey just sighed once more before he set his hand son to the surface of the table before pushing off to get back up to his feet.

Pruning could wait he guesses. But that when he freezes even with the foggy glass of the green house its very easy to tell when someone was here. More so when your as tall as Ariel is. Mikey didn't have much time to stand and think he made his way to the door and opened it quickly. Left to just stare at his niece unsure what to even say. Shell he didn't even know why she was here in the first place. Let alone with flowers. Mikey was starting to get an idea for the different kinds but some of the flowers she had he never really see before. Still he was unsure why she had them. This couldn't be going against her want for space right? She clearly was here because she wished to see him right? HE just offers her his best smile.

"Uhm, Uncle Mikey,"

"Uh hey Squirt? you uh lost?" He jokes because he doesn't know what else to do here.

"I uh, I bought you some flowers, for your greenhouse..."

She likely heard about it from one of the others. He looked them a moment and smiles more they were pretty the ones he didn't the know of to. Guess he'll have a reason to though. He could ask? Be a good conversation starter. He was happy with the little bit she had said now even. The most she's spoken to him since the day she got upset with him. He really hopes she stays. They have so much to catch up on to tall about so many sorrys he owed to her he been thinking them through every since still unsure whi h one was the best.

Hardly noticing how Ariel had to set the pot of flowers down since he hadn't reach for them still yet. He wasn't sure if that breech the need for space here. Lookong over to them he knows the lily's of the valley for sure they actually were a favorite of his. So, getting to see living ones?

"Uncle Mikey?"

Looking back to her, offering a faint smile. He had so much to say his mouth was trembling and his beak felt like it was on fire. The words just on the tip of his tounge. But he promised he would give her space. Thar meant the space to decide how much content she was okay with.

"I'm, I'm sorry, for all the things I said and did to you, and for being so angry at you, it wasn't fair of me to be so mean, and I'm sorry."

Mieky didn't really understand why she was saying sorry. Far as he was sure it should be him who has to day he's sorry.

"You're my Uncle and my best friend and I want to be best friends with you again, if you want that too,"

Okay thar got to Mikey easily. See her wip that tear away trying her best to say sorry and mine her side know. Mikey was scared to shead tears himself moving his mask down to hang around his neck so he could better wipe at his own eyes. Her tear may be regert or sorrow but for him? It was pure joy. He turly thought she never wanted anything to do with again.

"Because I really am sorry Uncle M'n'M."

"Aw come here" He reaches out his arms and brings her in for a good tight squeeze. He can't quite match Raph in hugs but he's sure his are warmer than anyone's. "Ari, ya don't got to apologize family-" He let his words trail off. Family dosent need to apologize, he used to believe that but with what he knows about Don? Still hanging over her hang even in this moment?

"Ya don't gotta apologize to me at least." He corrects before letting go for a moment to better look up at her even with tear filled sky blue eyes. "I should be saying sorry anyway I didn't know you were upset and I should have checked on you I guess I somehow missed the signs and I'm sorry about thst kiddo." He tries to explain. "You always gonna be my best friend though even if we have a spat again. U could never leave behind my sidekick right?" He offers before moving to grab the pot of flowers.

"How about this, you help me find places and jome.for these and we can ot all even, yeah?"

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cantfightmoonlight · 2 years ago

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Chai hadn't known what he had been expecting, but seeing Anna pace outside of the front door of the warehouse he had converted into a home certainly hadn't been one of them. A grin growing across his lips as he moved to unlock and slide the large iron door open. "Hey there, Arie-" He started to say only for his eyes to widen as the girl planted a kiss on him. His arms instinctively weaving their way around her waist only to pull her flush against him, deepening the kiss there for a minute, before she finally pulled away. "Damn," A low whistle broke from his lips as he took her in. His grin only growing as he watched her begin to pace all over again. "Didn't need a reminder, but-"

But, then she said the word 'girlfriend' and it was his turn to grab her hand. Spinning her back into his side as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Okay, that's it. Ariel, look at me. For one, I hate to break it to you, but I'm definitely not going to forget it and, for another," His hands trailed down her waist as he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her up to meet him as he closed the gap between them once more. Taking his time to draw out another prolonged kiss, only to pull back just enough to tease, "I happen to have the cutest girlfriend ever."

Instead of placing her back down against the ground, he took a few careful steps backwards, carrying her inside, holding tightly onto his tiny frame as he slide the closed the door behind them. Only to place her down once they had reached his kitchen. Setting her lightly down on the edge of his counter top so that he could place a hand on either side of her, leaning forwards once more to kiss her once more as he did. "Yeah, I already, uh, I already have a car and a house. I actually sort of built the one we're standing in, which welcome by the way," He said, motioning to their surroundings that she had yet to step foot in until now. "But, uh, I do like cake and would happily eat anything you bake. I think we both know if you were trying to poison me by now, you would have done it already," He pointed out. But, as she called him a bastard, the deep laugh he had been trying to keep at bay came bubbling out. "Oh, I'm a bastard, am I? You should tell that to my father. I wonder if he knows," He joked, the sarcasm rolling off his tongue with ease as his thumb reached up to brush lightly across her cheek. "You're not a shrew and you say the word again, you know? Boyfriend? It won't bite. But, okay, let's see. You want me to tell you what I like. And this is besides you and wanting to hear you say that you're my girlfriend again, okay? Let's see, hm. Well, I like to surf, but you already knew that. And I, uh, I like woodworking, hence the uh, jellyfish I made you. And I like to sing which you and I seem to have in common, if I recall that one night you used your siren song on me. I used to do plays and perform and stuff, but I haven't done that kind of thing, in well, a while? I'm pretty good at knife throwing. Which reminds me," His fingers began to skim up across her skin, stopping briefly at all the places he could feel a concealed weapon being hidden. Pulling a knife out of her boot followed by another strapped rather high up along her thigh. Tossing them at the dart board across the room where each weapon hit a near perfect bullseye. "We leave our weapons at the door in this household," He mused, fairly thankful that Binna was gone for the night so that his new house guest didn't stumble upon him flirting with his girlfriend in the kitchen. "I'm a pretty good cook, if you want to stay for dinner? Want me to keep listing off interests or? But, honestly, Princess? I don't really need anything. So, if you're asking me what on my birthday? It's just this. You being your adorable blushing self while we hang out. It's simple as that. Now you want a grand tour? Though, I do have to warn you, the place isn't all that grand, so it won't exactly take that long."

Where: Chai's House Who: Chai (@cantfightmoonlight )

Anna arrived at Chai's front door--or more realistically, paced outside his front door, wringing her hand together as she waited for him to answer. She had been trying to think of what to get him for a fortnight, and she had come up with nothing. She had a treasure trove of items to choose from, and that had been easy back at Christmas, choosing an expensive token to gift him. Now, it seemed pointless. His gifts were thoughtful and personal, and she had...jewels. Stolen items from past flings and marks were hardly the pinnacle of romance.

When the door opened, Anna took Chai's face in both hands and kissed him, hard. It was a long, deep kiss, and she even resisted the urge to bite him this time when she finally pulled away. "That is to remind you that you like me," she said. "I would appreciate if you would now hold onto that thought because I am a terrible girlfriend who has gotten you nothing for your birthday." She resumed her pacing, not realizing for another heartbeat that she'd said the world 'girlfriend' without that being something they had ever discussed. Anna would like it known that she was not someone who blushed, not someone prone to being embarrassed, nor particularly insecure--at least not in the ways people expected. She worked very hard to be someone aloof and mysterious and alluring, and this damned human was ruining everything. "God fucking damn it," she said, cheeks going pink despite her best efforts. "And now you are going to forget I said that." She did not stomp her foot this time--though the urge was hard to resist.

"I was going to buy you something, but anyone can buy you something, and what would you like? A car, a house? I doubt you'd take them." She was still pacing, talking quickly and frustratedly. "I was going to bake you something." Anna actually quite enjoyed baking, did it frequently, and cakes and cupcakes were some of her favorites to make. "But no one accepts food from fae." She paused as it occurred to her now that he might be one of the few people on earth who might not see her baking as a threat. "Damn it, I should have baked you a cake. Do you like cake? God fucking damn it, I don't even know what you like." She threw her hands up in the air. She liked him--liked him much more than she'd been prepared for--and yet she did not know his cake preferences. "And you--you bastard--keep doing these stupid, wonderful thoughtful things, making me the shrew who can't get her--" She paused. She was not going to say 'boyfriend' again and humiliate herself further. "--person--" She waved her hands in frustration. "--anything even remotely meaningful!"

Anna stopped moving, finally, and put her hands on her hips instead. "So would you please--and note that I am saying please--tell me what you'd like."

#anna ft. chai #c: chai

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preciouslittletoonette · 2 years ago

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One of the biggest grievances I have with the audience for Pinocchio is the people making fun of Blue Fairy's baldness (I'm not gonna touch on the racist things that were said). It irritated me a lot when they made fun of her for it or even suggested why the studio didn't just cgi hair in- oooh my blood boils at that.

Look, I know very little about how black women present themselves in public in the USA, but where I'm from, that style is a fairly normal for black women and girls and damn do they rock it!

And it's not like she's even bald! Her hair is actually just really short. She might have completely cut it off at some point but it had started growing back during filming. But regardless, she still looks amazing.

Let me just come out and say this: A poc woman would not have been my first choice for the Blue Fairy. I'm a stark believer of poc deserving their own original poc characters and not second-hand characters played by or were white previously. I'm also someone who enjoys sticking to the source material unless it's a trend in its overall media for some changes and adaptations to be made (for example: Cinderella) or the Fandom itself is fine with some creative liberties being taken and that they'll still enjoy the material with the changes.

BUT! When a poc does get chosen to play a previously established white character, you are not going to see me throwing fits and/or saying borderline or even flat out racist shit about or towards the actors. I am fine with Ariel, I am fine with Blue Fairy (I even said in my Pinocchio musings post that I loved Cynthia's portrayal of the Blue Fairy and I believe she absolutely nailed the character) and I am fine with Tinkerbell. The only one I don't accept is who they casted for Snow White because nothing physically about her is snow white (it didn't even have to be her skin being white. It could've been her hair and I would've accepted and even loved the change) and you can't say "maybe something will be" because we all saw that horrendous costume they put her in. Nothing is snow white about her.

So it is absolutely abhorrent to me to see the general audience be this rude towards Miss Erivo, especially since her performance is great and her portrayal of the Blue Fairy is actually very faithful to the original Disney Blue Fairy's characterisation and behaviour which is something I massively appreciate and is one of the very few kudos I'd give to the film.

So to everyone who was making jabs and dissing her for her hair/baldness, all I gotta say is I think you guys need to do some big deep introspection about yourselves because this behaviour of yours is unacceptable and appalling. Do better.

#pinocchio 2022 #disney pinocchio #pinocchio #cynthia erivo #the blue fairy

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sinnersandsaints-linwrites · 3 years ago

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92 with Ariel/Sage/MC poly?

92. Who did this to you?

Being a detective came with certain dangers, you knew that well enough. It was not a surprise if a wild animal would stand in your way, or a desperate person would try and take you with them to the afterlife.

This time, however, it was different. A brother of the recently deceased saw you walking home from the station -- you knew grief, you knew how many shapes and colors it took, what you didn't expect, however, was a punch to the face. Curses thrown your way, as someone you've sworn to protect beat down on you, blaming you for their loss. You could hardly even protect yourself, not without escalating the situation.

So you endured. Covered your head and stomach, and waited for the man's rage to run out, waited for him to leave, before you struggled to go back home.

As soon as you went inside, you heard a book closing loudly. Most common sign that Sage was annoyed at something.

"Should I buy you a map of your own town, [MC]? Would you then come home on time?" They sneered, and you cursed under your breath. You had no time to even attempt to cover your injuries, and you knew Sage enough to suspect what kind of reaction they'd have.

And you were not wrong. As soon as they step into your view, their fists clenched. A vein on their neck was more visible now, and their eyes narrowed in nothing less than hellish fury.

"Sage? Is it [MC]?" Ariel's stoic voice made you wish you were invisible. It would certainly make things easier just now. When loud steps stopped, you knew that Phares froze in their spot just like Sage did. "What happened? Who did this to you?" Their voice run cold, and you feared what you'd see if you opened your eyes.

"I am more than willing to go on a little hunt, aren't you, Ari?" Sage mused, and although they sounded almost cheerful, it had an eerie, dangerous note to it. Ariel must have scolded them with a look, because then they spoke again; "If you think you can talk me out of it, you know me less than I thought."

"There won't be any mindless violence." You opened your eyes, flinching at the sudden light that hit your vision. Sage was murderous -- not a new thing for them, but Ariel looked downright homicidal. You never saw them like that. Calm, collected, but ready to rip Hell apart. "Who did this to you, [MC]?"

You bit the inside of your cheek. You could try and lie to them, say you don't know, but that would only result in a loss of trust, and they'd find the man anyway.

"Yates, the brother of the last one." You mumbled, and Ariel gave you a slow nod. Rennis didn't even wait a full second before pushing past you, grabbing at the door.

"Sage." Ariel warned, eyeing your lover with a silent threat.

The red head only smiled. "Don't fret, darlings. I'll be back before dinner." They promised, and they were gone. You knew they'd keep it, they never broke their vows. Yet, you couldn't help but wish they'd stayed.

As if reading your mind, Ariel came closer, offering you their hand. "Come now, little feather. Let's fix those bruises, no?"

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just wanted to say I loved writing this, thank you for the ask! <3

#prompt #ro: ariel #ro: sage #polyroute: Ariel&Sage #still thinking of a short name for them #anyone have any suggestions?#interactive fiction #if: sinners and saints #ROs prompt

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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

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Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

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They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

Taglist: @shemarmooresfedora @spookyspence @spencers-dria @manuosorioh @reidsfish @mochionly (send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list, I don't always see every reply! i love you guys thank you so much for reading)

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years ago

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Not the Type - 6/8

Finally! A new update :) Sorry for the delay, but the muse has been fickle as of late. In this chapter, Emma has her first competition of the season, and it's psyching her out. Will Killian be her encouragement, or will she push him away in the midst of it all? This chapter includes another iconic scene from the movie, when Torrance dances around her room to Cliff's song. I wanted to use the actual lyrics to the song, but in looking at it, there were a few lines that bothered me. One literally says "I'd bring you flowers every day just to roll you in the hay." And then there's a constant refrain that says "I'll make you mine." Those lines just don't seem to jive for me with Killian's character when in canon he specifically tells David that he doesn't see Emma as loot and tells Emma that he will win her heart, but not through any trickery. We know he isn't the kind of guy to give a woman flowers in order to manipulate her into sleeping with him. We also know how much agency means to him, so I didn't think telling Emma in song "I'll make you mine" fit either. Anyways, that's a long way of explaining that the lyrics are 99% like the ones in the movie, minus those two parts.

Massive thanks to my beta, @hookedonapirate who takes my confusing sentences and makes them sound purty ;) You’re the best! And thanks also to the @captainswanmoviemarathon for putting together this event and being massively supportive and patient.

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she’s not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn’t ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that’s actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

My loose Captain Swan AU of the movie Bring it On

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The room was thick with hair spray, and Emma and the rest of the Storybrooke Knights Cheerleaders were sucking on orange slices. Except for Ruby who was touching up her blood red lipstick in front of one of the mirrors propped up on the classroom’s smart board.

“I think they’re red enough already, Ruby,” Coach Ava remarked as she sprayed more Aquanet all over her daughter’s hair. MM was having to wear a hair extension so she didn’t look out of place with their “hair” theme, and Coach was paranoid it was going to go flying across the gym floor during their routine. Emma wasn’t sure hairspray worked that way, but she wasn’t about to say so.

Ruby smacked her lips together with a loud pop. “The redder the better, I say. I want them to see my smile.”

She turned to the rest of the group and flashed a toothy grin. They all laughed, and Belle grimaced.

“More like a predator about to devour her prey.”

Ruby winked at Belle and growled, resulting in more laughter. Coach Ava rolled her eyes as she capped the hairspray. “Just don’t get it all over your teeth, okay Lucas?”

“No worries, Coach, it’s that long-lasting stuff that isn’t supposed to come off.”

“So why did you need fifty coats?” Tiana quipped.

They were all still laughing when a woman wearing a t-shirt that read, East Maybrook Invitational and holding an ipad poked her head into the classroom. “Storybrooke High in the hole!”

The girls all stood, gathering up their things, tossing orange peels into the trash bins and giving their hair and make up one last glance in the mirror. They followed the woman in the official t-shirt down two hallways to East Maybrook High’s cafeteria where cheer mats had been set up in the same configuration as on the performance floor. The girls took their places as if they were really performing, and marked out the routine while Coach Ava counted out the beats. If something went wrong with the music, they would have to keep going. They only pantomimed doing the stunts, however, not wanting to risk a last minute injury.

After running through the routine, a nervous silence fell among them. Some girls stretched, others did a few jumps, or even a back handspring. Anything to handle their nervous energy. Emma bounced on the balls of her feet, heart pounding in her chest more than usual. A phone call had followed the letter: someone from the UK cheer staff would be in the stands today.

And she still hadn’t told her friends about it.

“Storybrooke High on deck!”

The girls gave each other nervous glances and clasped hands in little groups as they followed the woman out of the cafeteria doors. Emma had Ruby on her left and Mary Margaret on her right, their arms threaded together. For once, Ruby was quiet.

As they neared the gym, the girls could hear the familiar sounds of competition: loud music, an announcer's voice, shouts as the audience cheered for the cheerleaders for once. It made the adrenaline pump even harder. It usually was at this moment that Emma went into her competitive “zone” where everything around her went fuzzy and her mind became laser focused on the routine and what she had to do. Today, however, she felt like she was on sensory overload, unable to turn off all the sights, sounds, and smells around her.

Before she could even process everything, Storybrooke was being announced to the crowd. Emma ran out onto the floor with a huge smile, cheers, and fist pumps for the crowd, but it felt like she was outside of herself, watching. She took her place on the floor, standing in prep, her arms straight at her sides and her head down. Her fists were clenched, and she tried to control the nervous tremors coursing through her as she waited for their music to start.

A synth-pop remix of “Hair” from the Broadway musical started to play, and the Storybrooke Knights whipped their ponytails as they started their back handspring/back tuck peel-offs. Coach Ava always said that the music needed to appeal to every generation represented in the judge’s panel as well as the crowd, and as Emma flawlessly landed her tumbling pass to roaring applause, she saw the two boomer judges smiling and bopping to the music.

She reprimanded herself for looking at the judges as she jogged across the floor for her next tumbling pass. Nevertheless, she scanned the crowd just before she started her pass, wondering where that UK recruiter was. It was the most difficult pass in the entire routine: a back handspring into an arabian, then a double whip into a full twisting double back. She hesitated, stumbling, before getting started because of her distraction, and by the time she did her second whip, she had a sinking feeling. Sure enough, when she landed her double back, she was way out of bounds. She didn’t need the loud buzzer from the line judge to alert her to the fact. She gritted her teeth in frustration, but then remembered to fake a smile as she got into the dance formation. Her face ached from her forced smile as she swung her hips to the rhythm of “Whip My Hair.”

Emma’s next mistake came in the squad’s first pyramid. It felt like she had a weight attached to her ankle, and she couldn’t lift her leg as high as she normally did to connect to Mary Margaret’s stunt group to her left. She almost lost her balance completely, but Ruby compensated and saved it. Mary Margaret didn’t falter either, thank God. Emma was practically shaking as she went into the twist up stunt - her nemesis in this routine. Kelly Rowland singing “Crown” as Emma popped up, her hand grasping her ponytail, helped her power through, as cheesy as it sounded.

Despite the mistakes Emma was berating herself for, the crowd was going crazy for the combination of the theme, the music, and the cool tricks. By the end, the entire gymnasium was on its feet with thunderous applause. Emma ended the routine seated on the mat, back to the audience with her head flung back. Since she saw them all upside down, she couldn’t pick out her family or anyone in Kentucky blue.

Ruby yanked Emma to her feet, screaming loud enough to shatter her eardrums. Mary Margaret and Ariel sandwiched her in a hug, and then they were swept away by the rest of their ecstatic teammates.

“Amazing job, girls!” Coach Ava praised, gathering them in a big, squirming, awkward group hug. “Mary Margaret didn’t even lose her hair!’’

They all laughed giddily, except for Emma. Her mind was reeling. “I went out of bounds,” she confessed.

Coach Ava waved off her words. “It’s our first competition. It’s normal for there to be kinks to work out. Let’s not worry about that until the next practice, though. For now, let’s just celebrate a solid opening for the season.”

Her teammates seemed to all be in agreement, and so did the judges, awarding The Storybrooke Knights with a third place finish. It wasn’t their best opening - that had been last year’s first place trophy to kick off the season - but making the top three was the goal of every top squad right out of the gate. Even the UK recruiter had congratulated her on a solid routine.

“I could see the nerves a bit,” she told Emma, her smile kind and reassuring, “but the level of tumbling skill you possess is rare. Top five I’ve seen so far, no doubt about it. We’ll definitely be in touch.”

Emma, however, couldn’t shake the feeling of failure that clung to her.

“I’m blown away, Swan, that was amazing!”

Emma was in Killian’s arms before she could even register that he’d rushed out of the bleachers and onto the floor to greet her. He brushed a kiss to her cheek and deposited a bouquet of white daisies into her arms.

“It wasn’t amazing,” Emma whispered, staring down at the white flowers.

“Come now, don’t be modest.” Killian’s grin conveyed giddy pride in her which she found inexplicably annoying.

“I stepped out of bounds on my big tumbling pass, I almost took down our first pyramid, and I was shaky on every single stunt!”

Killian’s eyes narrowed. “Your team doesn’t seem put out with you.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “They’re being nice. If we hadn’t placed, it would have been a different story. It would have all been my fault.”

“Whatever happened to the whole we win as a team, we fail as a team thing?”

“My team relies on me keeping my head on straight!” Her voice had risen, and she slashed the air with the bouquet of flowers. White petals fluttered to the gym floor.

Killian cocked his head and studied her. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing!”

“It’s something, Swan.”

He stepped forward, reaching for her, but she stepped out of his reach.

“I just let everyone down, but no one will be straight with me. Why can’t you all just admit I screwed up today?”

Killian shook his head. “I don’t think you’re seeing things clearly. I saw an amazingly talented athlete today, Swan. You were amazing.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Of course you’d say that. You’re a high school guy. You’ll say anything you have to to get in a cheerleader’s panties.”

Killian’s eyes widened and his head jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “You really think so little of me?”

She tilted her chin. “I’m no fool. Did you think tonight would be the night? Show up to my little competition, compliment me, throw in some flowers, and I’d spread my legs for you?”

Killian backed away, his jaw clenching, nostrils flaring. “I’m going to assume you don’t mean any of that, Emma, so I’m walking away before either of us can say anything we might regret.”

“Fine!” she yelled as he turned and walked toward the gym doors. “Walk away! That’s what every guy does when a girl won’t put out.” She threw the flowers at his retreating form. She watched the white petals swirl through the air and the green stems hit the parquet floor with a soft swish and crinkle of cellophane wrapper.

“Emma!”

She whirled around to see Ruth standing there, frown upon her face and her brow furrowed. David stood next to her, his arms crossed in disapproval. Nearby a cluster of her teammates stared as if she’d morphed into some mythological creature with two heads. Her face burned as she realized how loudly she’d yelled at her boyfriend.

Probably ex-boyfriend now.

Humiliated, she turned and fled, fingers pressed to her flaming cheeks.

*********************************************

“Go away,” Emma muttered into her pillow.

“What if I were Mom with a plate of brownies?”

Emma grabbed a teddy bear, clutching two tiny red pom poms (a gift from Ruth after last year’s state championship win), and smacked her brother in the head with it. She glared at him through one eye, the rest of her face still smashed into the pillow.

“I knew it was you because you crashed down on my bed hard enough to catapult me out the window. Ruth’s more subtle.”

David just laughed as he rubbed at his cheek where the bear had met his face.

“Go away,” she repeated, turning her face fully into the pillow again.

“You left your phone downstairs.”

“So?”

“So, you have like fifty text messages and thirty missed calls.”

Emma rolled over, still clutching her pillow to her chest. “Well, he’s persistent, I’ll give him that.”

“It wasn’t just Killian. Your entire team is worried about you.”

“Because I choked?”

“Because you're delusional,” David shot back with equal parts humor and frustration. “You didn’t choke. You didn’t let any of us down. You didn’t give a lousy performance, or any of a thousand other ridiculous claims you’ve made in the past few hours.”

Emma turned to look at her brother. “I made mistakes, David.”

He shrugged. “Who doesn’t? It was one competition, Emma, not the Olympics. It wasn’t even the state championships or regionals. One. Competition. At some tiny high school in the middle of nowhere, Maine.”

Emma groaned as she pushed herself up to the headboard and let her head drop to David’s shoulder. He put his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Kentucky?”

Emma sighed. When the recruiter had called, she insisted on speaking to Ruth as well. Emma should have known she would spill the beans to her son, especially after Emma acted like a complete lunatic.

Yes, a delusional lunatic. Her brother wasn’t wrong.

“I don’t know, it was just . . . a lot to process. And a lot rides on this. I mean, there aren’t any football recruiters looking at you, which means college is gonna be expensive, Mr. Quarterback. If my tuition is taken care of, Ruth can just worry about you.”

“I could get other scholarships.”

“You’re a white, middle class male. You aren't getting any other scholarships.”

He chuckled and poked her in the ribs. “Regardless of all that, Mom just wants what’s best for you. We’ll figure out college and the money and all that, but we’ll do it together. That’s what a family does. Okay?”

This family thing was still new for Emma, so she just nodded in agreement against David’s shoulder.

“But speaking of Killian,” David said, waving her phone in front of her face, “some of these calls and texts are from him. He sent you a video, too. Then called me and pretty much begged me to get you to watch it, so just give him that much, okay? So he’ll leave me alone?”

Emma rolled her eyes as she took the phone. David could protest all he wanted, but she knew about the little bromance he had with her boyfriend.

She waited until her brother went downstairs before she sat cross-legged in the center of her bed and pulled up the video from Killian. She gnawed on her bottom lip nervously before pressing “play.”

And there Killian was, on the tiny screen, smiling like they’d never had a fight. Emma’s lips pulled up into a grin of her own. He was also holding his guitar in his lap and fidgeting.

“Hi, Emma,” he said with a nervous little wave. “You’ve been ignoring all my calls and texts, so I decided to pull out the big guns. I was gonna give this to you as a gift for like Valentine’s Day or something, but . . . you know . . . desperate times call for desperate measures.”

He cleared his throat and shifted again, and Emma blinked back tears. She’d never seen him at such a loss for words.

“I wrote you a song,’ he continued, “so, I’ll just shut up and sing it already.”

Emma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as he began to strum his electric. It started

out as a kind of slow, cheeky punk rock ballad.

Oh, Emma, I don’t get your cheerleading squad, but I love your pom-poms. I'd feed you bon-bons all night.

Then it transitioned into a full on rock song, and Killian began to shred on his guitar. He was really good, and the song had Emma bobbing her head to the music.

1,2,3,4. Yeah, you got me to feel all those butterflies inside. In your locker I would hide. The truth, it's only you I see, and you're just what I need. I'll bring you flowers all the time in hopes that you’ll be mine. Well I'm feelin' fine, I'm right on time. I hope I’ll win your heart.

When he transitioned into the chorus, Emma leapt up from her bed. She propped her phone on her nightstand and began to dance around the room to Killian’s song.

And you're just what I need. And you're just what I need. Not everything works as it seems. Is that so hard to believe? So I went down to the record store. Picked my head up off the floor. The truth, it's only you I see. And you're just what I need. And if it's my world that you fear, let me make this very clear. Well I'm feelin' fine, I'm right on time. I hope I’ll win your heart. And you're just what I need.

The chorus repeated a couple more times, and Emma danced around her room like she hadn’t in a long time. She even grabbed an old pair of pom poms she’d gotten as a joke at the squad’s white elephant Christmas party. They were those enormous pom poms cheerleaders used to wave in the long ago days of letter sweaters and megaphones. They made a fun swishing sound as she bounced around the room to Killian’s song.

A song he’d written for her! A song about her! If she wasn’t so giddy and happy, she would burst into tears.

When the song ended, Emma collapsed onto her bed, panting from her ridiculous dance party and grinning ear to ear. She rolled over and grabbed her phone. She texted rapidly, her fingers trembling.

I watched your song.

Did you like it?

I LOVED it!

Good. I meant every word.

I’m sorry.

I know.

#cs ff #captain swan movie marathon #csmm #bring it on au #lieutenant duckling #high school au

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Chapter 3 - Heart of Silver

Back in the present, Evelyn and Ariel search the house of the dead granny in order to find clues on how to stop the heart of silver curse.

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Evelyn pulled in on the house’s driveway. Now that she knew that no one was living there anymore, she couldn’t deny the ghostly aura that hung on it. The windows were dirty, the geraniums in the windows dead and brown. The driveway was growing weeds all over, so unlike the tidy places of most older people. Even the magnolia tree looked glum now.

“The whole house feels like death,” Ariel mumbled as they walked closer. “Must have been a pretty rich lady, though. Didn’t you say she didn’t have any money?”

“It’s an old woman. She owned the house and couldn’t bear to separate from it. Believe me, she told me for nearly a whole hour how she wouldn’t move out because she couldn’t see it in someone else’s hands. The pension was just enough to cover for house and food, so she didn’t have much extra.”

They came to a halt before the door that was cordoned off by the police, but Evelyn swiftly cut through the sticker.

“You’ve become unscrupulous, huh,” Ariel said and stepped in behind her.

“It’s your terrible influence,” Evelyn replied and turned on the lights.

“This was probably a nice house once,” Ariel noted as they looked around. The ceiling was dark brown mahogany, the floor white marble tiles that looked quite expensive, but were covered with a great Persian carpet. Overall it seemed to have been a very grandiose house judging by its interior alone. There were shadows on the walls, where paintings or photos must have hung -- which perhaps had been sold in time. This was an impression that wasn’t new to Evelyn, as weren’t the spiderwebs in the corners and the dust on the decoration.

“They probably used to have a lot of money back in the day. Judging from the silverware alone,” Evelyn agreed and pointed towards the dining room, the door still open from the day before. Ariel nodded along and they walked over the echoing tiles, over the old dusty rugs, quieter. There was a simple chandelier over the dinner table, dipping the small room in yellow light, spider webs between its bulbs.

Evelyn walked over to the sideboard, opened the drawer where the silverware was neatly stashed on red velvet.

“Fancy,” Ariel mumbled and looked at the spoons and knives and forks. “So which of these is the culprit?”

Evelyn looked down, face blank. “I don’t remember.”

“Didn’t you say that there was some kind of evil aura?”

“Very much so. It only missed evil green sparkles or something. But it just looked like a fork. Maybe too much like a fork? It definitely stood out somehow.” Evelyn looked down at the forks. None of it was missing, the cutlery was still neatly put in its satin cushion, but she still couldn’t make out the one that had been the medium to curse her. She still remembered the unsettling feeling that had overcome her at the sight of the whole drawer the last time around, shivers running down her spine. All of that was missing now.

“Maybe it is because I sent the granny off? Or because the curse got activated?” she mused. Ariel crossed their arms before their chest.

“That’s both possible. Curses work in a whole lot of different ways, there are dozens of various classifications for how they are transmitted alone. If the medium isn’t working once the curse gets activated, and doesn’t even show signs of the curse, then it means that either the curse gets transmitted through the victim, or that the curse medium is randomised. Any kind of object could be the medium now if it’s not you.”

Evelyn felt her limbs get heavier at those words. It was not the silver – not yet. It was the hope that left her in that moment. Somehow, it had been so easy in her mind. Ariel knew their curses. They knew how to break them.

“So, what do we do no-”

Evelyn didn’t even get to finish her question before Ariel took the first fork and poked their finger on it.

“What are you doing?” her voice jumped an octave higher as Ariel tried the next one.

“These aren’t exactly sharp, did it bleed when you poked your finger?”

“No. Sort of? There was liquid silver when I pressed it. But- Why are you-”

“Maybe it is just a hidden medium. Sometimes, when curses are especially deadly, to make sure the whole power goes into just that one victim, the medium hides its potential so that it won’t curse two people at the same time.”

“Ah.” Evelyn stared at Ariel as they kept poking themselves with the forks. “So can it still curse you then?”

“Depends. Potentially.”

It was late and Evelyn was exhausted, so it took a while for her to understand those words’ meaning. Once she did, however, she quickly grabbed the fork out of Ariel’s hand and put it back.

“Are you mad? What if you get cursed too?” With horror she looked at a reasonably startled Ariel who just shrugged.

“Would definitely keep me motivated.” Their gaze dropped to Evelyn’s neck, then wrists where the dark silver veins were well hidden by her hoodie.

“No. If you get sick you won’t be able to cure me anymore. You stay alive, preferably.” Evelyn closed the drawer and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Then how do you think I am going to find the right fork if it is just hiding?” At this point Ariel sounded a little exasperated, a fake smile on their dark purple lips.

“Don’t you have some strange curse detector of sorts?”

Ariel just shook their head. “Only nolly-powder and that’s really just for our last resort, okay? There are really, drastically awful side-effects, and we should not lose time because of them.”

It was quiet in the dining room, only the platter of the rain against the windows -- it sounded spitefully soft now. The quiet of a house not lived in. Consequently, it was easy to hear the door fall shut.

Both Evelyn and Ariel whipped around toward the back of the room, where the door was still wide open as they had left it.

“Maybe above us?” Evelyn wondered with a toneless voice.

“Did you not say you sent the granny off?” Ariel asked instead. They glanced at each other with the same uncertain look in their eyes.

“I am really tired. I would honestly be happier if this was a burglar, and not a ghost. Or a Mare. Seriously, I couldn’t even handle an Elwetritsch today.”

“Isn’t that last one just some super shy chicken with antlers?” Ariel had turned back to the forks and continued poking their finger.

“Please don’t underestimate chicken nor antlers. But yes. They also can’t shut doors,” Evelyn said and sighed deeply. Maybe, if she ignored any kind of noises for long enough they would eventually disappear by themselves.

Certainly, getting cursed didn’t seem bad enough for one day, though. So she flinched when there followed the sound of something heavy falling over – really heavy – somewhere in the house, even if it was not close by.

“At this point, it would make more sense if it was a burglar,” Ariel said and walked back towards the hallway. Stairs lead up to the next floor on one side, a door right underneath that had to lead into the cellar.“Hey, let’s take bets. I say it’s a burglar, you say it’s a horned chicken. Winner gets ten Euros, deal?”

“It’s called an Elwetritsch, and also I wouldn’t make deals with dying people if I were you, Ariel.”

“That just sounds like you have no faith in my abilities at all.” They said it like a joke, but Evelyn knew them long enough now to understand what they actually meant. The way they weren’t looking up at her when they said it was telling enough.

“I do trust you, Ariel. You know that right?” Evelyn looked at them, and when their eyes finally met, Ariel’s crinkled. “Just, the situation is driving me a bit on edge, that’s all,” she added.

“Mh,” Ariel hummed, not in a way that indicated that they believed her. For now she ignored it, as she did the feeling of doubt in the pit of her stomach, and focused on Ariel instead when they pointed upstairs. “Let’s check in on the Elwetritsch?”

Evelyn nodded and followed them up the stairs. Last time she had not gone that far deep into the house, and it seemed like the old woman who had lived here didn’t either. The dust laid heavily on the old furniture, even on the ground in a way that was easy to see in the dim light.

“Doesn’t seem like she went here often.” Ariel wiped a finger over the dust and pulled a face. “This is going to make my allergies so bad.”

“Maybe she was too old to walk many steps. Old people have bad joints, no?” Evelyn opened the door to her side, revealing a small bathroom that looked like it was ripped straight out of a 70s decoration advert. It smelled like old water and too much soap, the tiles a shade of orange that should be banned.

“It would be a good place for a burglar now that the house is officially empty, just that there are no signs of a living person anywhere. Not even chicken feet in the dust.” Ariel had kneeled on the ground staring at the floor from close up and squinted at the tiles. They sneezed.

“Maybe the noise came from the cellar then,” Evelyn wondered and walked over to the next door. Behind it, there was a children’s room. Posters of pop bands from the eighties still hung on the walls, the bookshelves empty but the bed still made ready. It poked at Evelyn, uncurled something inside her heart at the view.

“She had her kid’s room ready for whenever they would come back home, it seems. That’s very nice.” And still no one had noticed the old woman’s death in such a long time. She must have been truly lonely. She walked over to the next room that was mostly empty.

“Any chickens inside?” Ariel asked into the space – nothing answered. There were still curtains and a closet on the wall. A fainter colour in the shape of a bed on another wall.

“This probably was the old bedroom. Maybe she had the bed brought downstairs at some point.” Evelyn walked over where there was still an impression of the bedposts in the old rug.

“Okay, one more room, I am having the hunch that I will be disappointed regarding my expectations to see horned chicken today.”

“Wait.” Evelyn turned back to Ariel who was just about to walk over to the next room. “Don’t you think this room feels weird?” she asked and Ariel just shrugged. But there was an undeniable shadow hiding in the corners, behind the curtains, inside the closet.

“Feels like it does in your apartment. Like ghosts are trapped in here.”

“There are no ghosts trapped inside my apartment,” Ariel refuted but walked closer to Evelyn as she went to open the closet door.

“Are you good with ghosts?” they mumbled behind her back as she put her hand on the door knob.

“Most of them. As long as I recognize them, yes.”

Ariel chuckled a bit at her words, which gave her the courage to open the door. Behind, there was nothing. Nothing but shadows. Evelyn crunched down and now it was her turn to wipe with her finger through the dust.

“And?”

“Looks like there were ghosts here at least. Maybe it was the granny. There is residue mixed here. See? The grey ash?” She held her finger up for Ariel to see and they nodded.

“Knew that dust looked funky.”

“It’s when ghosts dissolve. They lose what could be considered their body. To the human eye it looks ashen. It also tends to darken shadows.”

“Fascinating.”

Evelyn looked up at Ariel with a raised eyebrow. “You had a class about this. You studied the same subjects as me at uni.”

“That really is no reason for me to actually know this stuff.”

Evelyn supposed that they had made a fair point and let the matter be, even if the confusion would not leave her.

“The granny was still very lifelike when I saw her. She couldn’t have dissolved that much so quickly for us to find so much residue.”

“So, more ghosts?”, Ariel suggested and Evelyn gave a nod. There was only one more room on the floor, and she could not deny the rising anticipation. Before the door, they both hesitated, though.

“If there is no burglar in there, we should check the cellar next,” Evelyn mused and Ariel nodded and stepped back a bit, as if asking Evelyn to open the door first.

“We should check the cellar either way, really. No matter what we find behind this door” she said and took a step back too. Ariel just sent their hand through their hair and pointed at the door.

“You feel that there’s something behind this, too. Don’t you? It might be important, so we should really check this out. You go first.”

Evelyn shook her head. “There is no reason I should go first. This is about curses, so you’re the go-to person. You should go first.”

“It’s likelier that there’s a burglar behind this, or a horned chicken. That’s your area of expertise, so you should go first. I am far too fragile to be put in such a danger.”

“Ariel, you were the one who went to attack a Mare back when we met, do you remember?”

“Yes, and I have learnt and changed myself through that experience. More specifically, I have learnt that it should be you who deals with these kinds of matters. So after you.”

Evelyn sighed deeply and then shrugged. “You know what? Fine. There’s no reason not to check out this room too. I can ignore some cold shudders down my spine, I am not that easily frightened.” Just as she put her hand on the door knob, though, the knob dissipated to dust right in front of her. Evelyn and Ariel exchanged a glance. “I feel like something doesn’t actually want us to enter this room.”

“No shit.” Ariel stepped back even farther and then waved for her to move out of the way. Evelyn just managed to get far away enough before they tried to kick the door open.

A loud yelp, a loud bang when the door flew open, but nothing else happened, no monster jumping at them, no screaming ghost, and no attacking burglar either. In front of them was a simple study, filled with bookshelves and a big desk full of papers and letters.

“I am slightly disappointed. That’s what I hurt my ankle for?” Ariel said as they stepped inside. Evelyn followed right after and couldn’t hide her slight awe. For a few seconds, the sight of the study overwhelmed her, a space that was clearly well cared for, a space that must have been so precious a long time ago. It was as obvious as it could be, small decorative figures on the shelf, a few letters framed on the wall. The only sign of neglect was the thick layer of dust on the books, even inside there. It was the few seconds in which Evelyn’s heart beat a bit lighter, forgetting about the fact that it pumped liquid silver through her body.

The spell was broken as Ariel’s words settled in a bit late. “You hurt your ankle? Should we go and check with a doctor?”

“No, it’ll be fine. This is how devoted I am to curing you. Let’s check out these open letters and books, maybe we will find a clue about the curse,” Ariel whispered. They had a good point though, so they both started to work through what they could get in their hands.

It didn’t take long until they realized what the old lady had used the study for.

“She was looking into curses,” Evelyn said as she flipped through A Beginners Guide to Curses And How to Break Them.

“Yeah. I found a conversation with a famous curse-broker from the sixties here. Apparently they were discussing some new phenomena that they thought were linked to curses.”

“But she was not a curse-broker herself?” Evelyn wondered and Ariel shook their head.

“If she had been, I would have known. Not a professional one, at least. Maybe she just was fascinated by them. Or maybe she had a victim in her family. A lot of people get into curses after one of their loved ones succumbs to one.”

Evelyn continued to flip through the book before her until her fingers traced the photo of a boy in silver, shackled to a barn wall. A cold shudder ran through her then, made her recoil a bit before she flipped to the next page, where an equally familiar photo was printed.

“Ariel, I am certain that this woman knew about the Heart of Silver curse. This book looks well read.”

“You have it,” Ariel mumbled from behind her, their voice a bit thin. It nearly sounded as if they would start crying, which was a slightly unsettling thought.

When Evelyn turned around, it was not Ariel who stood behind her. Instead, she stared right at the very dead eyes of a young boy. He was maybe fifteen years old, still already nearly as big as Evelyn herself. The startle nearly made her scream, but she could control herself just in time. Carefully, she tried to look around and find Ariel, but the boy just came closer, losing his body more and more.

“Yes, I have. I have it,” Evelyn stuttered and held out the book to him.

“No. You have it,” the boy repeated, in the same manner, but he still sounded more powerful. His eyes dropped to her neck, where the black lines of her silver veins were visible the best.

“I do,” she agreed and pulled up her sleeves as well to bare her wrists.

“You should find what you really want,” the boy said with a sad tone in his voice, it sounded farther away than he was. So hollow.

“I will. Thank you.”

The boy still looked like there was more that he wanted to say, but when he opened his mouth next, there was no sound coming from him. Instead he just disappeared into thin air once more. Evelyn felt her whole body shake.

“Oh! Look at what I found! That old granny won second place in a cooking show once!” Ariel yelled from across the room. Evelyn turned to them and the framed certificate in their hands.

“Wow, you look as if you have seen a ghost.”

Evelyn just stared at them from afar and pointed towards the dusty footprints before her.

“There is a ghost in here.”

The ash-like dust was still falling slowly like soft snow and landed before her feet -- the thought alone that the ghost was standing so close made her skin crawl. Ariel took off their glasses for a moment to narrow their eyes at where Evelyn was pointing.

“I can’t see anything.”

“The ghost is currently not showing his corporal form.”

Ariel nodded and pushed the glasses back up their nose. “So it was a ghost, not a burglar or an Elwetritsch. At least as long as there isn’t anything weird in the cellar. What happens when neither of us win a bet? Do we both pay? You give me 10 euros and I give you 10 euros?”

Evelyn decided to ignore the question and instead held up the book that was still in her hands.

“The old lady knew about the curse. The ghost materialized for a moment when I talked about it. He said ‘You should find what you really want’, and then disappeared.”

Finally, Ariel got a bit more serious and walked over.

“That’s the same book as I have at home,” they mumbled and took it out of her hands. “So the old granny really knew some of those curses. I wonder if it’s just a coincidence, or if she was somehow tied to that curse especially.” They flipped through the pages not unlike Evelyn had done before, until they looked up again. “What is it that you really want, Evelyn?”

“I want to get rid of this curse, of course, what do you think?”

“What do you really want, must be the focus here, then. So, some kind of personal revelation might be the key to fulfilling the curse.”

“Believe me, my thoughts and emotions are all set on staying alive. Maybe what he said was not related to the curse, though. It could be that he was just talking nonsense. Some ghosts lose control over their words with time,” Evelyn pointed out and with another glance at the ashen dust before her, she added, “This one has been dissolving for a long time now, from what it looks like. I bet he is the one leaving all the residue in the other rooms.”

Ariel put down the book onto the desk and stared at the ashen footprints in front of Evelyn. “Better search the cellar then? Let’s find out a bit more about this granny that taught herself about curses, hid ghosts in her house, and cursed innocent ghost hunters after her death with her silverware, shall we?”

In lieu of nothing better to say, Evelyn agreed and carefully stepped around the ghost, out of the study.

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