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salemwritesxx · 3 years ago

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𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰.

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌 𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

⇴ male reader [pro-hero] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: You are Katsuki’s little secret, since he can’t be open about your relationship. Inevitably, all falls apart eventually when you want to attend the pride parade in Tokyo and you want Bakugou to come with you.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: bakugou being insecure about his sexuality, an argument/fight break-up in the beginning but fluffy at the end, coming out, fluff

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“I just don’t understand why you won’t come with me?!”

“You know damn fucking well why!”, Katsuki argued back, his already loud voice reaching it’s peak. You had been fighting for quite some time.

“I just don’t know why the fuck you keep being so… stubborn! UGH!”, you really had to hold yourself back to not punch the next wall, thus you went away from the situation into the living room. Katsuki, however, following you immediately.

“You knew when we started dating that I… I can’t be open about this stuff!”, he screamed again, though became quieter at the end. His stiff shoulders relaxing a little when he sighed.

“Why can’t you understand and fucking respect that??”

“Look!”, you suddenly stood up again, meeting him eye to eye, “I understand, okay?! I know not everyone can be open, but fuck- Katsuki. It’s been almost a year since we started dating??”

You sighed and rubbed over your face before falling back into the couch.

“I just thought this time around I could already openly show my affection towards you.”

Bakugou felt guilty and bad. He knew he wasn’t easy to date. Always being cautious no one would see or notice. Always hiding. Just so no one would find out Bakugou Katsuki was into men. He knew he hurt you.

“I’m sorry, okay? But I can’t…”, he barely mumbled, then also sighed.

“Okay. Fine.”, and Bakugou really thought that’s it when you said that, but…

“And I am sorry but I can’t continue this relationship.”

And it truly was like someone punched him in his face and kicked him in his balls all at the same time.

“Wha- Wai- I- What?”, he stammered, ruby eyes widened.

“You heard me. I’m sorry. But I am done being treated like your dirty little secret.”, you said, and with that, you stood up and walked past him.

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“HEEYY BRO!”, your friend shouted while semi-walking and kind of dancing towards you with two alcoholic drinks in his hand.

The music was loud. The temperature gruesome. But seeing so many people, proud and happy, made you also happy. It was also a nice way to try and forget what happened last week, the inevitable break up with your boyfriend… and you really thought you could give him strength to come out eventually.

“Thanks, Aki.”, you said, more shouted against the music, when he gave you something to drink.

While faking a small smile, you watched as he danced back into the crowd as you just walked on the sidelines, wishing that you could have brought Bakugou with you and just enjoy this moment. How much you yearned to just drink and be cute with your boyfriend during this parade so everyone could see and he wouldn’t care.

But it wasn’t that simple and it wasn’t your responsibility to force him out of the closet. But… it WAS your responsibility to do what was best for yourself and you knew you couldn’t keep on waiting.

Bakugou knew he had to do something. He loved you. And he wasn’t willing to give up on you or the relationship you had. Katsuki wanted to be together with you. He also knew very well that he shouldn’t be hiding anymore. He had been scared people wouldn’t want to be saved by him anymore, that his career as a hero would die if he was open about his sexuality, but… you had always been open. And yet, you were, just like him, in the Top Ten of Japan’s Pro-Heroes and there had never been an instance where someone commented on your sexuality negatively.

Maybe, he just lied to himself. People were much more accepting, even praising you for being an idol to young queer kids. But, for him, not wanting people to know you were together was safer than having to break up and explain things, yet… Katsuki was ready to get you back and tell everyone he loved you. No more hiding. No more lies. Just being honest and open and vulnerable.

But for god’s sake getting through this fucking crowd was almost impossible.

“Fucking Jesus, where the hell are you?!”, he growled to himself while hastily looking around. So many people. How did he think he was able to find you in such a big parade?

And it was so damn hot, too. Ugh! Why couldn’t he realize all of these things a few days ago, then he could have easily walked up to your door and talk to you, but no. Then again, Bakugou DID want to prove to you he was ready to change, so there was no better place than during this parade. Though, if he couldn’t find you, everything was in vain.

“KitKat…”

When he heard those words, a jolt went through his body, making Katsuki stand there stiffly for a few seconds, just to slowly turn around in the end. There was only one person who was able to utter this nickname without getting murdered.

You stared at him in disbelief just as much as he stared back at you with wide eyes and in shock. He wasn’t prepared to suddenly be found and not be the one finding you.

“What are you do-“, you wanted to ask, however, were interrupted by Bakugou sprinting towards you and into your arms. And it felt right holding him again – fuck.

“Wait, Kat-“

But before you could say anymore, he had grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him, connecting your lips in the middle of the streets while people were walking past you. Some even cheering and howling while doing so.

It was just a short kiss, before he pulled back to look into your [eye.color] eyes.

“I love you, [Your.name]. And I’m sorry. I know you deserve better, like fuck, look at me. I am trash.”

“You’re hot trash though.”, you teased him with a grin, thankfully making him snort and playfully punch you.

“I will be open. No more hiding. Life’s too fucking short to worry about what others think. Sorry it took so long to understand. Can you forgive me?”

The music was still blasting, the crowd cheering, yet, you heard him perfectly and it really warmed your heart. Thus, with a smile on your lips, you nodded.

“Yeah. Forgiven and Forgotten.”

So, you pulled him closer, your arms wrapped around his smaller frame as your lips collided once more, not caring about anything or anyone other than the man in your arms. And for Bakugou it wasn’t any different. He had never cared about anyone before, about their presumptions about him becoming a villain with his quirk, or him not being suited to be a hero, so why was he so hung up about being gay? Fuck it if anyone knew.

He wasn’t going to hide in any closet ever again.

And as he grabbed your hand to march alongside you while singing and drinking – Katsuki knew it was the right decision and he would never regret it.

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The next morning, he found himself hugged against your body while your head was snuggled into his pecs, which elicit a small snort from him. Yeah… waking up like that was something he had missed the last week. As he looked to the side though, Katsuki saw his phone blinking and lighting up wildly – something was going on.

And soon, he found out what had been going on. His agency was calling and he was tagged in way too many Twitter posts, because someone had snapped a photo of him and you yesterday during the pride parade, embraced and kissing. This was now going around the internet. But for once, he didn’t give a fuck about it.

Instead, he fueled the fire when he flopped back into the bed and snapped a photo of himself, flipping them off and with you visibly cuddling him. His caption: Just woke up like this. Happy Pride Month, fuckers!

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⇻ salem.talks: happy pride month y’all, let’s be loud and proud of who we are 🌈 usually I believe baku wouldn’t give two fucks about what others think about him, but for the sake of this story I might have made him a bit ooc

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bakugou x you #gay pride #male reader

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heavenbarnes · 4 years ago

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feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 4.5k

no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

She blew into town one day, seemingly out of nowhere, but not without purpose. Having reasons to be there was one thing, having reasons to stay was a whole other. Lacking in the latter, there was a lot to be grateful for in that one night.

The party that cracked on in a reasonable house, she was told by her friends that’d it’d be a good one. What she wasn’t told was that this was a party that was teeming with teenagers, horny ones in spandex and rhinestones.

A long way from home and everything was different.

Lucky enough, she poured herself a cup and hunted for a spot that was more around her age. Last thing she needed was to be caught up with a hoard of 17 year-olds looking to make trouble.

Whoever owned this house also came equipped with cash, judging by the indoor pool she stepped into, eyes up and trailing along the carefully carved architrave. Eyes far too transfixed to notice the young man on the lounger.

“You came looking for me?”

The voice made her head snap towards his direction, rolled smoke resting between his lips and steadily fingering a roll of cash. Narrowing her eyes at him in hesitation, she traced her finger around the rim of her cup.

“I don’t think so?”

He took his eyes from his counting and let them cast over her, that’s probably the first thing to pique her interest. Those kind of eyes you could fall into, pretty eyelashes too that almost made her want to smile.

She knew that he knew she was staring, but he hadn’t said anything about it, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You not from around here, huh?”

Straightening up and stepping forward a bit, she got closer so she didn’t have to shout across the room.

“No sir, I drove in this morning from out East.”

He nodded more to himself than he did her, tucking the money away in his hoodie pocket before leaning back on the cushion of the lounger. He took the cigarette between his fingers and tapped off some of the ash, eyes still nonchalantly drifting over her.

“Called it, I would’a remembered you otherwise.”

In trying not to let the corners of her mouth turn into a smile, it transformed into more of a pout, bordering on a frown. There was something about this guy, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You would’ve?”

“Yeah, cause you wearing clothes,” He answered, making any expression on her face dry out. “You seen those other girls?”

Looking down her front, she had to admit that her belted trousers and high-necked tank was considerably more than what any of the high-schoolers were wearing. Shrugging her shoulders with a nod that spoke of “fair enough”, she managed to draw a chuckle out of the guy.

“That and you cute.” The inflection was so cool she almost missed it, but that wasn’t to say it was lost on her.

Scuffing her sneakers against the poolside tile, he shifted forward along his seat and watched intently at the way she no longer fought the grin on her face. Didn’t know the guy from Adam, but he was already tweaking some kind of feeling in her.

“Who you here with?”

She lifted her head and gestured back towards where the noise of the party was drifting through the door. “My friends Ocasio and Seraphine, made me come to make friends but they didn’t say they’d be teenagers.”

He nodded knowingly, muttering something about knowing them too. “They all so young, why I’m only here for business.”

So the inkling in the back of her mind that he was a drug dealer was correct, making his first comment make a lot more sense. In an attempt not to seem like a total fucking loser, she shifted the conversation.

“They said I should look for some guy, said that I’d probably like him.”

The man lifted a brow, before throwing his gaze over her shoulder in his turn to admire the architecture.

“Yeah? They give you a name, not a lot of people I don’t know.”

She thought on it for a moment, she knew it reminded her of That 70′s Show, and that is sounded remarkably fake at the time.

“Fezco, I think? If that’s even a real name?”

His shoulders bounced as he chuckled a little, eyes moving back to her own. He had one of those stares where it was intense, but there was nothing in you that wanted to look away.

“Nice to meet you too, mamas,” He lent back again and propped his foot up on the seat. “Do I get your name?”

In attempting to avoid looking like a fucking loser, she’d managed it anyways. Her cheeks burnt as she nodded with a nervous laugh, smiling out of necessity before offering him her name.

He made some remark about her still being cute, before they were cut off by a couple of young people tripping down the stairs and narrowly avoiding the pool. They made a line for Fezco, hoping to make a purchase off of him.

She couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, in the move of things she started to step back to where she came. An obvious cast of disappointment fell over her as she began to pull back from it all.

“Mamas,” That voice stopped her in her tracks. “Just lemme do this, I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

Just like that, she’d found a reason to stay. From that point on, you didn’t see her without Fezco by her side, with a hand on her lower back.

They were polar opposites, but MC. Kat said those attract so that could be said for why they’d done so well together. She was warm, kind, and so gentle it’d make your heart do fucking flips.

She was the softest thing that Fez had ever got his hands on, and he’d be damned if he was ever going to let it go. He was open with her, showed her all the bad things that he did and he’d done, and she chose to love him anyway.

If you asked Fezco, she felt like home, she was safe to come back to after a long day of doing things he wasn’t proud of. No matter how many times he made shitty choice after shitty choice, she knew the heart that rested in him was inherently better than anything.

Nothing made that heart fuller than seeing her own coming through, you want to talk big hearts? You start with her. She was the very definition of love, patient and kind, and it wasn’t uncommon for Fez to pinch himself in wonder of how he got so lucky.

The days she sat beside his grandma, holding her up as he brought the sponge along her back. Never a complaint, she’d just smile at Fezco, at the gentleness of his movements. The smile that said “I’d never want to be anywhere else.”

And if his boys were on their way around to fetch payment, nothing had to be said. She’d quietly tuck away in the bedroom, laying in silence as she daydreamed of a life where Fez was totally happy. In her visions they live in the countryside, he never has to look over his shoulder and he is forgiven.

She was always the delicate to his rough around the edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know exactly what was happening. You couldn’t mistake her kindness for stupidity.

“Mans, I don’t think you know what you getting into.” Fezco’s voice never shifted from that calm tone.

Nate Jacob’s shit eating grin made the hairs on the back of Fez’ neck stand up, the kid using his height to try and forge an ounce of intimidation. Unlucky for him, the man in front of him wasn’t a 17 year old cheerleader with daddy issues, he couldn’t scare him.

Nate would still give it his best shot.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing with me, I will fucking ruin you.” His bark through gritted teeth drifted up the hallway.

“You came to my house, ‘tryna start shit with me,” Fez never backed down, nearly chest to chest. “I never gave a fuck about you.”

The sound that came from Nate was a scoff, the disrespect was evident as he looked down on the other man. “So you’ve forgotten how you threatened my life?”

As he lifted his hand up towards Fez’ throat, he wasn’t able to clock her on his right quick enough.

She calmly padded down the hallway, shorts and her boyfriend’s hoodie draped across her body as she approached the scene before her. Left hand coming to lift the hem of the sweater and right coming to grip the glock stashed in her waistband.

By the time Nate Jacobs even knew she was there, he could already hear the safety coming off. His hand stilled as his eyes drifted over to her.

“Take another step, playboy.” Eyes staring down the slide and right at the guy in her sights. “Pick up your nuts, and get out of my house.”

Nate looked back to Fez, meeting an almost unfazed expression. His eyes came over to her and the barrel aimed between his eyes.

“The cops coming here didn’t teach you a lesson? You want them coming back here looking for guns too?”

Her laugh rolled around the room, drifting between the three of them as her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, go ahead and call the cops again,” Her grip on the pistol never faltered. “I’m sure Fezco’s boys would love to hear about the little bitch that had the pigs sniffing around their supply.”

There was no missing the way Nate’s jaw clenched at the sentiment, the thought ticking over in his head that he might’ve finally met his match. The match that he’d tried to chat up in the convenience store, right in front of Fez with his own girl in the car.

“Everyone knows your name, Jacobs,” Fez wasn’t the only one he couldn’t scare. “Would hate for it to be dropped around the wrong people.”

The quarterback brought his arm down from her boyfriend’s neck, turning to face her with the gun only following his movements. Fezco stepped off him, making his way over to his girl.

He stood behind her, chest to her back as his hands rested against her waist. Lips moments from her neck as his eyes trained back on the teenager trying to raise hell in his own living room.

“Is that a threat?” The sour expression on Nate’s face was nothing short of unattractive. She didn’t know a lot about Maddie Perez, but she knew the girl could do better.

“No, it’s a fucking warning,” In an instant the gun was turned on it’s side. “I won’t say it again, get out of my house, before I fucking kill you.”

It didn’t take much more before Nate was dragging his knuckles out of the house, door slamming behind him. At that sound, she had the safety back down and was placing the gun in Fez’ hands.

He chuckled, turning her towards him with that same grip on her hips. His hands came back to put the gun in the band of his drawers, before he was shifting to cup her face. Fezco could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks.

“Do I even ‘gotta tell you how fine you look waving my piece round like that?”

She matched his laugh, heart still beating wildly in her chest. Shaking her head, her lips came to Fezco’s, feeling the plush of his lips moving in time with hers. “I will definitely leave that up to you.”

“But you looked so good handling it, mamas.”

Brushing off his comment, she gripped his hand and lead him up to the bedroom, muttering something about him looking even better.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Fez stood in front of her, looking down at the woman who’d kill for him. He knew he’d found his absolute other half, there was no doubt about that.

He lifted the glock to her face, trailing the muzzle along her cheek before she turned her head gently and gave it a sweet kiss. He shook his head, leaning down to tuck it under their mattress.

Kneeling down before her, parting her knees so he could nestle in there, his face was so close to her own that she could feel the heat in his breath.

“You mean everything, baby, I fucking love you.”

That was what it was all about, the perfect balance that existed between them. Whilst Fezco might’ve been the guts, and she was the glory, there was no doubt that they’d always be what each other needed.

The first time in a while that Fez had felt was able to be vulnerable, was the moment he sunk into her arms after a grim night. She didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped him up in her and reassured him that she felt nothing but adoration for him.

On his part, he’d found paradise in a girl that was sweeter than an angel, but was always down to let him fuck her like a whore.

She wasn’t really down for a Halloween party, but she was always down to dress pretty and be on the arm of her man in the cleanest suit. Platform heels and a flowery mini dress, it was the godfather and the hippie, sat outside by the pool as the smoke from Fez’ blunt cast a cloud around them.

Thoughts drifted back to the moment they met, looking an awful lot like this.

Teenagers dipped in and out of the house to buy off her boyfriend, she just sat back with her legs up in his lap, feeling his fingers rubbing against her calf every now and then.

She said hello to the girls as they drifted past, but nothing felt better than when it was just the both of them, enjoying each other’s company as those under the influence stumbled around them.

Fezco let his hand drift slightly higher up her shin, calloused fingers coming to trace along the curve of her knee. She watched the movements of his touch, not ignoring the way her skin prickled underneath the graze of his nails.

Taking the blunt from his mouth, he turned to look at her fondly, hazy smile when he found her already looking back at him.

“This your song, mamas,” He referred to the Jack Harlow joint that was coming through the speakers. “You ‘gone dance for me like you do at home?”

She smirked, lifting her legs out of his lap and stepping out in front of him. “Depends if you’ve got the money to throw.”

Slowly spinning around for him, her hips swayed in a motion that he followed intently, catching onto the way her dress lifted with each movement.

“You trippin’ if you think ‘imma pay for what’s mine.”

Stopping the swing of her hips, she moved in closer to where Fezco sat with his legs spread wide. Moving between those legs, she bent over over and braced a hand on each of his knees.

“What are you tryna’ do, big man?”

Fez lent forward in his seat, lips coming to gently press to her own before he spoke in a hushed tone, better to keep his private moves private from the kids swirling around the both of them.

“I’m tryna’ blow your fucking back out.”

One thing could be said for Fezco, the man could keep his word. The minute he got her into the bedroom, large hands splayed across her hips and gripped tight enough to leave a mark.

Lips ran up the column of her throat, the graze of teeth left in the wake of his movements. Heady moans slipped off her tongue and filled the small room, coaxing Fez to move a little quicker.

His girl was getting impatient and he was never one to keep her waiting.

Turning her in his hands, he still had a mean grip on her waist as he moved her knees to perch on the edge of the bed. One large hand spread in the center of her shoulder blades as he pushed her chest down onto the mattress.

“Be a good girl and arch your back for me.”

Stomach dropping down and hips rolling back, she shook her ass for him as Fezco shifted up the hem of her dress, revealing the pretty lace she wore just for him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart till she got even lower.

One hand came back to slap the cheek of her ass, a sorry moan ripping from her chest as he massaged over the spot. Feeling the way his thumb traveled down the line of her underwear, grazing over where she was wettest for him.

Hooking around the band of the thin panties, Fez slipped them down her legs, sucking in a breath seeing how wet she’d been for him this whole time. She shook her hips, presenting herself to him like a meal he’d been waiting to be served.

“What got you so fuckin’ needy? Or you just always begging for it?” His voice rumbled through his chest, hitting her straight between the thighs.

“It’s always you, I just need you to fuck me.”

Two thick fingers dragged up her slit as she rolled her hips back for him, eager to catch anything that felt like pleasure. This teasing was nearly killing her, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to make her work for it.

“You ‘sposed to be a good girl but you lost your manners.”

Whining out, not caring how pathetic it must’ve sounded to him, she shook her ass again. Doing whatever she could to draw him and make him give it to her like she needed.

“Please, Fezco, I fucking need you.”

The sound of his belt coming loose was like music to her ears as his thumb gently dipped into her wetness. So close to getting what she wanted, he was never good at keeping anything from her. Especially not when she looked this pretty.

She felt him run the blunt head of his cock through her wetness, resting at her entrance for a moment. Tiny cries and whimpers still fell steadily from her pouted lips, Fezco sliding his hand down her back until his fingers fixed around the back of her neck.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” With one thrust he filled her straight up. “I never felt anything like you, baby.”

Her cheek pressed against the mattress with his grip, filthy moans drifting through the air as she felt Fezco wrecking her. His other hand still gripped tight at her hip, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.

It was never better than when it was this nasty, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he fucked her dumb, the only thing on her mind was his name as she sang it back to him.

He loved the sound of her crying out for him, pussy clenching impossibly tight around him. Fez knew every spot within her, exactly what to do to make her come apart under his hands.

“You so fuckin’ tight, mamas,” He gritted his teeth as his hand slid from her neck to grip her shoulder. “Tryna’ make me buss’ quick.”

A filthy giggle rolled straight off her tongue, before it turned right back into another cry as Fezco hit that spot just right. The hand on her hip slipped under and before she knew it, her eyes were rolling back as his fingers moved quick against her clit.

He nearly ripped a scream from her, moving his hand back to slap her pussy, before rubbing that same spot. He was going to be the death of her one day, the way he always knew exactly what he was doing.

“Baby- I’m ‘gonna- I’m ‘gonna,” Her words dropped off as she moaned for him under the pressure of it all.

“You good, ‘lemme hear it.”

Clenching like a vice around him, her whole body tensed up as the white hot feeling of her orgasm rolled over her. There was no doubt the neighbors would know about it, the way he never let up on her, had her crying out off the top of her lungs.

Fezco dipped his hand under her throat, fingers lightly fixing around it as he pulled her up to kneel. Falling back against his chest as he kept fucking her through it, her hand came back to grip his thigh.

She knew he was near his end, his hips were stuttering and the way he was groaning in her ear, she knew she had him good. Turning her head, her nose brushed against his face so her lips were moments from his skin.

“Come in me, please, baby.”

That was all it took, his arm flying around her waist as he gripped her hard to him. Hips stilling deep inside her as he filled her up, a vulgar cry from her as she felt him hot and running in her. Sliding his hand down her chest, he crossed his arms against her, nuzzling down into her neck.

“Maybe you are a good girl, huh?”

There was no doubt that she wasn’t just good, she was the best. Who else was going to sit patiently with their feet in Fezco’s lap as he counted his money and chewed through a pack of cigarettes.

Couldn’t find another girl that’d stand by his side at the town carnival, looking just as sweet as the cotton candy she was placing on her tongue as locals came asking around for their friend Molly.

Hot summer days outside the convenience store, popsicle between her lips as her sundress flutters gently in the breeze. Fezco ready to round up anyone that stared just a little too long.

Maybe it was all that candy that went past her lips, but there was never anyone who acted, or tasted that sweet.

Hearing the door shut, her mouth naturally curved into a smile. He was home, meaning he was safe, meaning she was safe and content. Fezco rounded the couch to where she sat, one arm braced behind her on the cushion as he lent down to kiss her.

Hands naturally coming to cup his chin, she felt the scratch of his beard in her palms as his mouth moved gently against her own. His shoulders dipped with a sigh, one that told her he was just as happy to be home as she was to have him.

“You seem so tired,” She cooed as she separated their lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand trailed down the front of his sweater, coming to rest on his belt. Fezco pressed her hand down, against his crotch, bringing their lips back together. As she moved her other hand to start undoing his belt, he squeezed her hands to stop them.

Placing a hand on either side of her thighs, he dropped to kneel in front of her, before wrapping his hands around her knees and parting them. Fez lifted each of her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Rough hands pushed the bottom of his hoodie, that was currently covering her, up her body and exposing her scantily clad lower half. Shallow breaths came from her as he dragged her panties down her legs, shifting her hips closer to the edge of the couch.

“This the only place I wanna’ be right now, angel.”

Her breath came across as choppy as she relaxed back into the couch, feeling big hands grip the the skin of her thighs. Fez’ head moved between her legs, pressing a kiss straight to her slit.

Hands coming to hold his head, thumbs massaging against the skin as her hips rolled forward toward his mouth. Darting his tongue out, he drew it up and along her until it came into contact with her clit.

Drawing his tongue around the nub, he felt her legs tense up against his shoulders. Fezco’s hands gently rubbed at her legs, feeling her relax once again into him.

The soft little whimpers that only she could make fueled him like nothing else, dragging his tongue quicker in an attempt to draw any sounds out of her. Her hips bucked up with the sensation of his tongue, pulling his face in closer.

“God, Fezco, you always make me feel so good.”

Humming in response, the sensation moved through her from between her thighs and deep into her. The feeling of the tip of his tongue against her clit made her toes curl up, feet running along the length of his back.

Fez wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nerves and making her call out his name. Her chest rose, arching her back off the couch as her thighs tensed around his head.

He never let up, just continued the assault on her clit as she writhed beneath his grasp. Fez couldn’t get enough of this feeling, having her wrapped around him and completely falling apart in his hands.

She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, having a man that walked straight through the doors and got on his knees for her. There was never a moment where Fez didn’t have her feeling like she was in the clouds.

Her whole body burnt hot as his tongue dipped into her, before dragging back up. Eyes falling shut and fingernails running down the back of her head, every time he moaned at the feeling it hit her straight where she needed it.

“You’re ‘gonna make me come, please don’t stop.”

Fezco’s eyes flickered up to her, watching the way her whole body moved for him and her head kept falling back in pleasure. To have her reacting so strongly to him, he hoped she couldn’t see the way his cheeks were starting to burn.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me.”

The high-pitch of her whine pierced the air as her hips stuttered against his mouth. She felt her body relax, the feeling of pleasure consuming her entirely as Fez let her ride his face out of her high.

As she came back down to Earth, he came back up to her, hand wiping down his beard and watching the glow of her face. Lazy smile across her face as she reached out for him, going back to his belt.

“You going to let me take care of you now?”

One day they’d roll out of this town together, find their peace and spend their time looking forward without a care. Until then they found peace in each other, holding one another close.

More than anything, they’d found hope in each other? That this wouldn’t be forever, that you could find forgiveness in whatever you’d done.

Whenever there was a doubt, she just echoed those words back to him with a smile, the ones that she’d never forgotten.

“I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

#fezco smut #fezco x reader #fezco x female reader #fez smut #fez x reader #fez x female reader #euphoria smut #euphoria imagine #fezco imagine #fez imagine

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animeyanderelover · 3 years ago

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Hello!,if you don't mind, could i request Prompt no 120. With Ronald? 😳😳 Thank you!

Clingy baby.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, clinginess, possessiveness, manipulation

Prompt 120: “Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Mine! Mine! Mine”

You must have looked quite pitiful right now. You guessed so at least from the way people kept glancing at you, eying you with those eyes that told you that they felt sorry for you. It didn’t really help you right now, instead it only led you to feeling more and more embarrassed and abandoned. And from the way you hunched over, trying to hide yourself from their gazes which only led to them staring more at you, you knew the pressure and discomfort was getting to you.

He hadn’t come. It was not the first time, he was a busy man. But it was the first time he had let you waiting for so long without making his abrupt appearance. He would need a very good excuse for this one, letting you sit and wait for him in this damn bar like a complete fool.

A short glance at your pocket watch told you that he had been already for nearly an hour too late which made you wonder what the heck had him that occupied to come that late. Or had he simply forgotten that he was supposed to meet you today? That would really make you feel stupid and like you weren't that important to him which was why you hoped that this wasn't the case. Or else one whole hour you had sat here for nothing.

For a short moment you listened to the people around you, to all the lulling, laughing and the music in this place. People making toasts, talking and joking together, getting drunk and flirting with each other. The atmosphere around you was so happy and carefree. You clearly didn't fit in right now, an outsider with a gloomy heart watching longingly from far away. You didn't think you could be able to mix in, not when everyone was aware that you had been rejected and waited for still nearly a whole hour.

You drowned the sigh that was crawling up your lips with a huge gulp of the drinking glass in front of you, alongside with your tears of frustration and irritation. You hadn't drunken too much, your tolerance for alcohol was pretty good and so the three drinks shouldn't affect you too much. You slammed the pot angrily down, the burning feeling of the liquid in your throats starting to cause you to feel rather pissed than hurt. That damn bastard would have to do some good explanation or otherwise you would guarantee to give him your own handmade hell.

Without a further word you stood up, wiping your wet lips with your sleeve and throwing some money on the counter. Maybe the man behind the bar wanted to say something, but he quickly shut his mouth when seeing your grim expression, only quickly wishing you a pleasant night which made you scoff. You simply grabbed your coat and stomped quickly out of this place, throwing everyone who seemed to want to speak with you a silent and warning glare that it would be better to leave you alone right now.

But the true thing that had you nearly going berserk was that as soon as you had rushed outside, taking notice of the dark clouds in the sky and the rumbling of the thunder, only shortly after you felt the first raindrop hitting you. Followed by another. And another. And one after that. And shortly after it was pouring buckets out of the sky, leaving you in only a short time completely drenched. You hadn't taken an umbrella with you, you had simply forgotten it because you had feared that you would come to late. Now look where you were.

"I should have just stayed at home snuggled up in my bed.", you thought darkly, pulling the collar of your long coat a bit higher to get a bit protection. Right now you really thought about cursing out loud and letting all of your frustration out, but if someone would hear you they would probably think off you as a drunk creep and you didn't want to make yourself appear even more of a fool. You had enough embarrassement for this day. You didn't need more.

"Stupid Ronald.", you cussed silently, starting to run to reach your house faster and to save this rather unlucky day of yours. And if you were lucky, you wouldn't catch a cold and be able to go to work tomorrow perfectly normal as if nothing had ever happened. Yes, that sounded good. Just forgetting about that guy and making yourself a cozy night. And if he would dare to show up, you would strangle him.

"Hey there! You, please wait up!"

Who the heck would be outside whilst it felt like the whole ocean was pouring down from th sky? You naturally assumed that the guy had to mean you since there was not a single soul outside except you. You felt slightly confused when you turned around, being met with a man around your age running behind you, holding an umbrella in his hand. Wait. Wasn't that one of the people in the bar? Why was he following you?

As nice as this act of his might have been, having ran after you to shield you with his umbrella from the rain, you were really in a salty mood right now.

"What do you want? I'm not made of sugar, you know? I can handle this rain without the help of a wanna-be-gentle-man.. If you want to pity on me, just crawl back to the place you've come from.", you replied in a meant-to-be-mean voice, giving him a grim look that obviously surprised and shocked him, staring confused down at you. Such rudeness had he probably not seen coming, especially from someone who had been ditched and was soaked from top to the bottom with the rain.

And maybe you had been expecting him to leave after this, hoping to have signaled him that you wanted to be left alone and just go home, throwing yourself in your bed and forget this shitty evening. You had for that moment lost the belief in kindness and understanding of living beings for others. That was exactly the reason why you got flustered when he instead of being offended and insulting you back, he just gave you a smile and scratched his head a bit.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I noticed that you have no umbrella with you and when the storm started, I simply got worried. It's also pretty late and whilst I see the chance of someone with bad intentions being now outside, I still thought it would be wiser to accompany you a bit until you're brought home."

You gave him the raised-eyebrow-look, not completely buying his reason. You guessed he might just be a very friendly person, but that was not enough of a reason to let him do as he planned. "I appreciate the help, but I can handle myself just fine. Thank you for caring though. In that area you're better than a certain someone.", you grumbled out, pushing him a bit away and enduring the never-ending rain once again.

"I know how this feels."

This made you stop, glancing behind you at the guy whose smile looked by now a bit forced, recalling a memory he didn't like to think about.

"Excuse you?"

"You've been waiting for someone in the bar, haven't you? The way you've constantly been staring at your pocket watch, the entrance and the way you've looked sadder and sadder. I know that feeling as well, it's quite disappointing, having your high expectations crushed just like this whilst everyone around you doesn't really care. Makes you feel like you want to yell all of your frustration out and to punch the air. I guess I just wanted to...try to help you and be a bit there for you. I know I'm just a stranger, but maybe I can still help."

His short speech managed to dumbfound you a bit, for someone who looked like a small troublemaker he was quite the decent guy. "So he's been left waiting before as well, hmm?"

Your anger was quickly vanishing, sympathy starting to bubble up in your stomach for the man who still looked like he was upset about it.

"How long have you known the girl before...you know?", you asked, careful to not trigger him. "A few months. She was really cute and kind and I really thought that we got along very well. But apparently I was wrong. She left me for another one. I hope that in your case it is just a misunderstanding, but it still weights quite heavily, especially when they were the one who planned it in the first place. It makes you feel like an idiot."

He knew indeed how you felt currently, giving you a sudden temptation to tell him a bit about yourself. He didn't look like someone dangerous. He himself had seemed pretty isolated from the rest of the people in the bar, maybe because he had been rejected in there as well. This bar was definitely not a good place for couples, was it?

"If you don't want me to do this I'll leave. You just looked so sad, I thought that maybe a bit company would feel good. You don't have to talk or anything like this."

"It's fine. Having someone to talk too right now does sound nice. Better than getting caught in thoughts of how to kill my boyfriend for not coming to our date like this."

That guy, Simon was his name, turned out to be quite the fun guy to be with. Both of you got along surprisingly well, even though you intended to keep it in a platonic way. Talking to him helped you calming a bit down and you knew that you still loved Ronald and had to let him explain himself later on. But only after you had forgiven him completely.

Who knew, maybe you would run one day into that guy again. But you definitely felt grateful when he escorted you home, said his goodbye and left you afterwards, mentioning before that that he believed that your boyfriend had to have some sort of accident since no one would just ditch someone like you without a good reason. He was nice and you actually ended up wanting to punch the girl who had rejected him for someone else.

“Well, this day was not as terrible after all. I just want to go to bed and sleep now. I’ll pass on the bath.”, you decided, stretching yourself and letting out a yawn whilst putting your cloak somewhere where the fabric could dry.

The storm was still going on, thunder and lightning interrupting the silence every once in a while and you hoped that your new friend would arrive safely. He had mentioned that he lived not too far away though, so maybe he merely needed a few minutes.

No way that someone would be still out in this unbearable weather, right?

So the sudden knocking on your door, persistent and loud, startled you a lot more than you would want to admit later on, every once in a while being covered by the growling of the sky.

“(y/n)! Please open the door! I have to talk to you!”

That voice…No way! You could have hesitated for much longer whether to let him in or not, but when a sudden hit of the wind whipped raindrops against your windows and you realized that Ronald was still standing outside, you decided to show mercy. You had gone through this storm as well.

That did not mean that you harbored salty feelings inside of you when you turned the doorknob around, planning to lecture him the moment you would see his face.

However, the first word you had planned to spit out got stuck in your throat when you saw the condition he was in. Well, the fact that he was completely wet was no real surprise to you, your hair was still dripping as well and even your clothes under the cloak had not been unharmed. But he looked like he had gotten in some sort of fight looking at his torn clothes and you could see a bruise on his face.

“Ronald! What happened to you?!”

You quickly checked for any blood, but luckily didn’t find anything except the blood on his face, helping you to feel relaxed a bit. He had no serious injuries except a few bruises here and there, but this was more than enough to make all of your anger fade away. Suddenly you had a pretty solid idea to why he had been so late, remembering the stories you had been told about street gangs targeting persons alone and beating them for money and whatever they might have with them.

You attempted to support him with your body, but he just quickly walked inside, slamming the door closed behind him and leaning against the wood. The look on his face was…hard to describe, but you definitely knew that it gave you an eerie vibe.

“You surely seemed to have fun with that guy.”

Apathetic. He sounded incredible apathetic in that moment, looking with exhausted eyes at you, betrayal swimming in them. Originally you would have yelled at him that he had come too late, but how could you after having seen him in such a condition?

“Ronald…He just walked me home because I had nothing to shield me with from this rain.”, you said weakly in your defence, guilt consuming you for ever having doubted him like this.

“I know that. I know that I must have made you think I forgot when I came so late. I got caught up in some troubles whilst finishing my work. I hate doing overwork and just today I wanted to finish quickly. Still though…Couldn’t you have just waited in the bar until the storm was over? I had to rush the whole way from there to your house after being told that you left and one of the guys from the bar followed you.”

You really didn’t know how to reply. Had he seriously thought that you would wait that long for him? Was he that confident in you? It was either really arrogant of him to think that or he really just trusted you sincerely that much. And since you felt currently terrible, the latter on got the better of you which made you indeed feel like the culprit. If you would have waited just a bit longer…

“Are you mad with me?”

“No! How could I? I’m just glad you weren’t seriously hurt.”, you protested fiercely, feeling a familiar stinging in your eyes.

“Good to hear. I was quite worried when I caught a glimpse of you with that other guy since you looked like he had just made your day a better one. I know I shouldn’t feel that way, he only helped you. But still…”

When he suddenly latched onto you, pressing his wet body against your own and causing you to worry that he would hurt himself like this, you quickly noticed that he really was worn out now, leaning his weight against yours for a bit support.

“Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Mine! Mine! Mine!”

It made you almost laugh when hearing him chanting those words if it wouldn’t have been for this rather messed up scenario and that he didn’t sound like his usual self, much more distraught which made you wonder if this was really only because why he had seen you with your new fellow or because of what had happened to him. But one thing was clear. You wouldn’t doubt him like this again.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ronald #yandere ronald knox

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cathrrrine · 3 years ago

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The Devil's In The Details

Originally from my AO3

SPN X MCU - Steve Rogers x Winchester!Reader

Chapter 2 - Juice Box

“We’re here for Y/N Winchester.” Sam called out to the strange voice that filled the room. The very same voice had greeted them the moment they stepped into the lobby.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Appointment? Who the hell does she think she is? Some kind of celebrity?” Dean complained, a scowl starting to grow on his face.

“Come on Dean, chill.” Sam tried to keep his brother calm. “She’s an Avenger now. Say what you want, but she is important.”

The Winchesters couldn’t help but be awed by the magnificent structure and interior of the building when they first walked in. The Stark Tower would be the last place they’d ever go to on any other day. But this wasn’t any other day.

“No, we do not have an appointment. But could we set one up right now?” Sam once again talked to the air. He kind of made out that he was talking to an A.I, the too-formal voice bordering on robotic giving it away.

“I’m sorry, but there is no Y/N Winchester here.”

“What? Sammy, you said she lived in this stupid tower?”

“I thought she did. Maybe she moved?”

“Are you looking for Y/N L/N?” The voice replied.

“L/N?” Dean made a face at his brother. “Who the hell is that?”

“I think she changed her last name.” Sam gulped, trying to hide the hurt on his face. Dean went silent. They were both thinking the same thing. If she erased Winchester from her name, there’d be no way in hell she’d be happy to see them at all.

“Yeah, we’re looking for her.” Sam gulped nervously.

“Please place your hands on the glass.” The voice instructed.

“What glass?” Dean questioned, and immediately a couple of square glass boxes glowed in front of them. When they looked closer, they saw the shape of a hand etched onto it’s surface.

“It’s a scanner.”

They did as they were told, placing their right hands on the glass. It glowed yellow a few seconds after.

“Miss L/N is on the sixth floor.”

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Sam and Dean shifted uncomfortably. They were both nervous to see their sister again, after all these years.

“Dean-“

“It’s too late to turn back now. We have to tell her what we need to.” The older of the Winchesters sighed, knowing full well what thoughts were swimming in Sam’s mind. He knew because he shared those thoughts too.

When the doors opened, they were hit with the reality of the moment. As soon as they saw their sister, their minds went blank. She was dressed in a leather jumpsuit, and next to her was a familiar blond man carrying a little boy who had fallen asleep.

After what seemed like forever, she finally broke the silence. “Sam. Dean.” Y/N acknowledged them, breathless.

They stepped out of the elevator, worry evident on their faces. You haven’t seen your brothers in years, so long that they’ve become nothing but a distant memory to you.

“Y/N, we need to talk to you.” Sam, your younger brother, stepped forward. You were frozen in shock. The last time you saw them, you had been disowned. That was almost seven years ago.

“What do you want?” You said, with no hint of joy in your voice. Steve could tell how confused and angry you were, noticing the tremor in your voice that only he could point out. He saw the way your nostrils were flaring despite your efforts to hide it. He would’ve walked away had he been anybody else, but he knew you needed him by your side right now. More than ever.

“We need to tell you something.” Sam insisted. “It’s important, I promise.”

You supposed he was telling the truth. There’d be no other reason for them to come here and meet you face to face. They hadn’t contacted you in a long time. You couldn’t think of a reason why they’d be here in the first place.

“Then tell me.”

“I think you might wanna sit down for this.”

Sam was doing all the talking. All the while, Dean just stood there, looking at anywhere else besides you. All these years and he still hasn’t forgiven me? You thought.

“Babe.” Steve’s voice alerted you. You had almost forgotten he was there, and you were grateful he didn’t leave. “Come on, let’s go to the living room.”

He grabbed your hand, tilting his head in the direction of the couches. You took a moment, eyeing the living room as a thousand thoughts bounced around your head. I could say no. I could walk away and leave them just like they did with me.

“Y/N.” Steve grabbed your chin gently, turning your head to face them. “You should go.”

You nodded slowly. He was right, and you hated that he was. But no man knew you better than he did, and he knew you’d regret it if you pushed your brothers away now. “You should go too, he should be tucked in bed.”

“You sure?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically. In all honesty, you wanted him to be with you. But this was something you needed to handle on your own, whether you liked it or not. Plus, you couldn’t risk your baby boy waking up in the middle of a heated conversation.

“Yeah.” You planted a kiss on James cheek before pecking Steve on the lips. “Go.”

He squeezed your hand before letting go and walking to the elevator. You watched as the doors closed, knowing that once they did, you’d have to face the two men standing in front of you.

Your brothers didn’t miss the exchange between you and Steve, and they couldn’t help but wonder who they were to you. But there was no room for any other questions, their minds focused on one thing only; telling you the news.

“Let’s go.”

You lead them to the living room, making a beeline for your favourite couch. You sat on it cross-legged, grabbing the fluffy pillow next to you and putting it on top of your legs. You held your hands together, waiting for them to start the conversation.

“We came here to tell you something important.” Sam began, clearing his throat nervously.

“Yeah, I know. What is it?”

“It’s not exactly...good news so much as it is bad news.”

You nodded curtly, trying to look like you were listening, but you were distracted by Dean. He had made the decision to not sit down and instead he paced around the room, looking at all the objects rather than making eye contact with you. Your eyes followed him, and it wasn’t long before Sam noticed and did the same too.

“So, what? You still won’t look at me after all these years?” Venom dripped from your tone, laced with hurt and anger that you no longer wanted to hide from them.

Dean stopped ‘studying’ the piece of decoration that he held in his hands, trying to think of a response. “I’m not the one who changed my last name.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You told me I wasn’t a part of the family anymore. I thought, might as well.”

“Well, how nice of you, Miss L/N. ” He said the name menacingly.

You stood up, fuming with anger. “Seven years, Dean. Seven. That’s how long it’s been.”

“Look who kept count.”

“Oh, fuck off. If you’re gonna be an asshole why don’t you see yourself out?”

“Guys!” The tallest of them three yelled, joining them in standing up. “Can’t we just...talk?!” He was desperate for a civil conversation, especially since what he was about to tell his sister was important.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, breathing heavily as you tried to keep your cool. You were far more mature now than you were back then, and you knew arguing wasn’t the best way to handle this as much as you wanted to.

“Look, Y/N. A lot of shit has went down since you left- we left you.” Sam corrected himself. You noticed his change of words, and you felt a wave of emotions wash over you. “And I know, you don’t want anything to do with us anymore.”

You felt a pang in your chest. You recognised the pain, it was the same pain that almost destroyed you when your brothers left you. It wasn’t true, what Sam said. There was a part of you that missed them deeply. They were family after all.

“But what I’m about to tell you is...it’s...” he struggled to find the words. Dean took a deep breath before cutting him short.

“Mom’s alive, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure you heard him right, blinking hard a few times just to make sure you weren’t out of it. “Come again?”

“Mom is alive. Our mother, Mary Winchester, is alive.”

The room started to spin. You weren’t sure how to feel. “H-how?”

“It’s a real long story. The short and sweet version is, God’s sister brought her back.” Dean answered.

“God has a sister?” You didn’t really care if he did. But the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who you’ve longed to meet your whole life...was alive. Your mother’s death had basically been the reason why the Winchester’s were hunters. And so much has happened since then.

When your father died, you spent months feeling guilty at the fact that you never got to truly, truly know the man. You had believed you were unfortunate enough to be someone who never really knew their parents. But now...you couldn’t believe that you had a chance to do just that.

“That is definitely not the short and sweet version, Dean.” Sam scolded his brother. Then he looked your way, starting to get worried when you didn’t speak for a good minute. “Y/N?”

“Mom...Mom’s alive.” You whispered to yourself. “Where is she now?”

“In our bunker.”

“Bunker?”

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, wondering if they should lay out the whole seven years of their lives for it to make sense to Y/N. “Yeah, we have a bunker now.”

“In Kansas?” You took a wild guess.

“Right up in Lawrence.”

Your brain was buzzing with a thousand questions that you couldn’t bring yourself to ask just yet. The main question was...would they willingly let you back in their lives? Would they let you talk to your now-alive mom?

“Y/N,” Sam took a step towards you. “We could take you to her if you want to. That’s what we came here for. We knew you’d want to meet-“

“Mommy!”

Sam was cut off for the second time that day, but this time it wasn’t so harsh. And it didn’t come from an adult man.

“Hey, sorry, honey.” Steve came in carrying the (Y/HC) boy who was crying uncontrollably. “He had a nightmare. I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn’t stop crying. He wanted you.”

James often had nightmares recently, and you were the only one that could soothe him. All thoughts of the previous conversation disappeared as your focus shifted to your motherly duties. “Oh, no. Come here baby boy. Momma’s here.”

As you reached for your wailing son, your brothers’ eyes went wide. When the looked at each other, they had the same expression; confusion and guilt. The fact that they had a nephew that they didn’t know about this whole time made the regret of not ever contacting you in the span of seven years stronger. Guilt churned in their stomachs.

Steve had went to the kitchen to fetch his son a juice box, but when he came back he had a couple of beers in his hands, along with the juice. He handed the beers to the two shocked men wordlessly, and they accepted it graciously.

James was now sniffling as you rubbed his back soothingly, planting kisses to his head now and then. Steve jabbed the straw through the juice box before giving it to you.

“You want some juice, baby?” You gently put the juice box in his hands. With a pout he nodded, putting the straw to his lips and drinking quietly. “Shh, now. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

After a while, his breathing returned back to normal. It was only then you remembered your brothers were watching the whole thing. You looked up to them, seeing the confused expression on their faces as they sipped their beers.

“Where’d you get those?” You whispered to Steve, nodding slightly towards the beers in their hands.

“Fridge. I think it’s Tony’s.”

You gave him a small smile, “Are you trying to win their approval? You know you don’t need it, right?”

“I’m just trying to be a good...host.”

“Of what? This isn’t a party, Rogers.” You almost laughed.

“Who’s that?” The small, sleepy voice interrupted your conversation. James pointed his tiny finger toward Sam and Dean, who sat up straighter when they saw the little boy look at them.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You weren’t sure who to introduce them as. You didn’t even know if they wanted to be anyone to your son. Steve’s eyes met yours, and he raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Want me to handle it?’. You chewed your lip nervously, hoping your son would just forget the question.

But luck wasn’t on your side today. “Mommy, who’s that?” He grabbed your shirt.

“Um...” you sighed. In that moment, your eyes met Sam’s. His eyebrows were furrowed, an expression you recognised as his stressed-out look from growing up with him.

“We’re your...uncles.”

You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Part of you was thankful that he replied, but part of you was upset because it would be cruel to tell a three-year-old boy that and then leave forever.

“Uncle?” James tilted his head, putting his pointing finger down. Whenever he said ‘uncle’, it sounded like ‘un-caw-l’. It was the cutest thing ever. Usually it would bring a smile to your face, but now all it did was worry you.

“Daddy.” He turned to Steve.

“Yeah, bud?”

”Can I have some of uncle’s drink?”

Steve stifled a laugh, “No, baby. I think you should stick to your juice box.”

You looked at Sam, eyebrows raised. He shrugged, a small smile growing on his face.

Boy, were you in for a life-changing ride.

#jesus what was i on while writing this...#spn x mcu #supernatural reader insert #the devil's in the details spn x mcu #avengers reader insert #supernatural x marvel #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x winchester!reader #marvel reader insert #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #mary winchester #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff

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celestialinception · 4 years ago

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When All is Right with the World

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, lots of angst. You know the drill.

A/n: This is set in Deathly Hallows after the golden trio have gone off Horcrux hunting. There will be a part two posted as well :)

Fred paced the flat, giving the appearance to George as if he was trying to wear a hole in the carpet. The clock on the wall chimed 6, startling the twins out of their thoughts. Both of them had been on edge since the Bill and Fleurs’ wedding, waiting for Deatheaters to turn up at their door at a moment’s notice. At this point, George could not remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep.

Fred resumed his pacing.

“Alright stop it, you’re going to do my bloody head in; stop walking.” Fred stopped. “Thank you. You know she’ll be back soon.” Y/n was due back from her shift at St. Mungo’s at any minute.

“I know. I know. That’s half the problem.”

George sighed. “So, you’re going to do it then?”

At that moment, Fred looked more tired than George had ever seen him. “I have to. I don’t have a choice.” Fred ran a hand over his eyes.

“Well you know how I feel on the subject but…”

“But nothing. I’ve told you why this has to happen.”

“And I’ve told you why we can make this work!”

Fred thought back to the conversation they last had on this topic earlier in the week.

“If she stays with us, she’s going to get hurt.”

“Look I get it. She’s my best friend as well. But at least if she is with us, she can have some protection.”

“Protection that will mean nothing if she gets targeted by a band of snatchers because she’s associating with blood traitors! She is better off as far away from us… and from me, as possible.”

“We can go and...”

“No. We can’t. She’s half-blood George, and her dad, the only one who could have proved her status mind, is dead. Besides, if they know she’s with me, they’ll target her to get me to spill information on Harry. For both of their sakes I can’t.” Fred looked out of the kitchen entryway back to their room where Y/n was sleeping.

“You’re not thinking this through. There are ways of hiding people.”

“You and I both know that that won’t work…”

Fred came back to the present and shook his head, “It’s not going to happen George, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re being a git! If you’d just think for once instead of being a bloody impulsive-”

“I WON’T HAVE HER DIE BECAUSE OF ME!” Fred’s voice cracked.

Unbeknownst to the twins, the door behind them creaked open as the third occupant of their flat walked in.

“I can’t..”

“Fred? Are you alright?” Y/n stood in the doorway, coat in hand, anxiously peering between the two of them. Fred felt as though an icy two-ton ball had just been dropped into his stomach.

“George, can you leave us alone for a minute please.”

George tried to protest.

“Please, George.”

Fred looked him dead in the eye and George, seeing that his twin would not be swayed from his decision, got up and headed towards their back door. He gave Y/n a small, sad smile, before he disappeared into the night.

“Fred, why did George look like that? What’s going on?”

Fred steeled himself for what had to be done. While he was turned away from Y/n it was easier to pretend he was emotionally shut off from the situation.

“We need to have a talk.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Fred grimaced to himself and turned around.

“I think we need to talk about… us.” This is the only way to do it. The only way she’ll actually leave.

“Alright,” Y/n sat down on the couch, still holding onto her coat. Her fingers were twisting the belt. “Shoot.”

Fred took a deep breath, “I think it might be time that we stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Our relationship. I want to see other people.”

“Other.. What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, wait a minute. No, no, no, no, this isn’t about other people. This is about me getting hurt isn’t it.” Y/n paused for a minute, as if she was expecting Fred to nod yes emphatically and ask for forgiveness. He wanted to.

“I told you I’m not…”

Fred lied through his teeth, “This isn’t about that. I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

She was beginning to look hurt now, he pressed on. “I don’t want to be tied down anymore. This is not working for me. I’m tired of this,” he gestured between them

“But you said that-” Break it off now quick like ripping off a plaster.

“I don’t love you anymore.” He heard her quick intake of breath.

She then started to laugh. It was high and sharp and completely unbecoming to her.

“You’re joking right now. I know you are, and George is going to pop out any minute, but I can tell you, this is not funny.” She got up from the couch and moved closer to him. Her finger poked him in the chest. “You can stop the charade now. You’re not like this, you’re not this cruel. If this is not about trying to protect me and this is a joke you need to stop now. It’s not funny and it hurts.”

Her eyes were shining with tears. It took all his strength not to pull her closer, but to instead move away.

“This is not a prank. I’m being honest. I’m done.”

“Can I get an actual reason why?” Because this is for your own good.

“I’ve changed. I don’t love you anymore. You are not a person that I want to keep in my life. I want to find someone who can actually do that for me.” Lies, Lies, Lies.

“Oh. And you’re sure about that?”

He almost choked, “Positive.”

“Well then” She was avoiding looking into his eyes. “I guess we’re done then.”

She looked at the wall and he stared at his feet, fearing that if he saw her eyes or trembling lip the whole charade would come crashing down.

Her voice was tight and shaky, “If you give me half an hour I can be out of here with my stuff.”

He nodded, still not looking at her. He walked to the door, and opened it, the cool night air chilling him.

“Say goodbye to George for me.”

He looked through the doorway to see her one last time, standing with her back facing him, the yellow light from the kitchen giving her an almost otherworldly glow.

Before he lost resolve he shut the door, and walked away, leaving her behind.

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Y/n held her breath, ears straining for the sound of branches cracking from outside her tent. She silently cursed as the now falling snow would muffle the footsteps of any passers-by, making it even more difficult to escape if the snatchers uncovered her hiding spot.

After the ministry had issued the call out for the proving of blood status, Y/n had begun to move from place to place, only stopping for the night, and always leaving before daybreak. With Fred out of the picture, there had been nothing holding her to London, and so she had set off, staying at little inns under false names, trying to destroy any trail she may be unintentionally creating.

Despite creating distance between herself and London, Fred still managed to pop himself into her thoughts no matter where she went. On one rather depressing occasion, she mistook a muggle in the street for him, and when she got back to her bed at the tavern, spent the rest of the evening drinking down a particularly big bottle of firewhisky.

She hadn’t forgiven him. That, she was very firm to maintain with herself. Not only what he’d done but how he had done it, had hurt, and Y/n was adamant that she would never let that happen again.

But despite not forgiving him she still had relapses in missing the life she had had. The evenings at the Leaky Cauldron after they were both too tired from work to actually cook. Sitting in the twin’s office gleefully testing out their new projects. The peaceful breakfasts when the shop had to open early, where the streets outside were calm, and lamps were still shining mutedly through the morning mist. Those mornings had been her favourite, where all had seemed to be right in her world. And now her mornings were spent on the run avoiding snatchers.

It was pitch black in her tent, and Y/n closed her eyes, concentrating on trying to make out the soft sounds outside. In the last couple of towns she had stayed in, she had caught glimpses of snatchers, and when she saw them in the last inn she was staying at, had folded up her small bag of luggage and apparated to the next town over. On the outskirts of the town was a dense forest, and so after purchasing a tent from a nearby muggle camping shop, she hiked up into the woods praying that she would be so deeply concealed that the snatchers would give up.

A rustle on her left made her inhale sharply, and Y/n bit her lip in an effort not to make a sound. Then she heard them.

“How long we gonna be Scabior? I’m just ‘bout freezin’ my bloody pants off out here. I don’t think the girl’s around. We would have seen her by now.”

“We are goin’ to be as long as it takes. I know she’s ‘round here. There were footprints ‘bout a mile back.”

Shit. Y/n had placed concealment charms around the campsite, but she must have forgotten to clear-out her tracks from earlier. She had made the tent invisible, but she had not had time to cast a muffliato charm before they came closer. She didn’t dare speak now, not when they were so close.

“We’ll canvas the area a little longer, and ‘en we’ll go. If my source’s right, she’s the girlfriend of one o’ the Weasleys.” Scabior spat on the ground, “Filthy little blood trai’ors they are. But she’ll be good leverage for them to spill on Potter’s whereabouts. The dark lord will be most pleased. And then they’ll be a nice little reward for those who helped bring that about.” The group murmured in agreeance and continued trudging their way around Y/n’s campsite.

Once they were far enough away, Y/n performed the muffliato spell and began packing up her things in the tent. She needed to move, now. If she got caught there was no one coming to rescue her.

“I don’t think she’s here, Scabior.” Another voice Y/n had not heard before spoke up. There were at least three snatchers then. They were making their way back through the site and her escape was becoming more necessary by the minute. She would never be able to get past three of them.

“Well ‘en, I s’pose we can..” The tent shook slightly as Scabior fell down. With icy dread she realised he had fallen over one of her guy ropes. “Wha’ the.. There’s somethin’ invisible ‘round ‘ere!”

They were going to find her. Dread filled her as she knew she needed to do everything in her power to save Harry. Y/n acted on instinct.

Out of the tip of her wand, the form of a beautiful, shining unicorn appeared and bowed its head. Y/n spoke lowly and quickly.

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stop the fear in her voice. “They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the Burrow. Get Fred and yourself out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.” Her voice nearly broke “Please be careful. Tell Fred I...” Y/n screamed as two hands grabbed her from behind and began to pull her out of the tent. The unicorn ran off, fading through the wall of the tent.

“Now look what we ‘ave ‘ere.” Y/n wand was ripped out of her hands. “I think we just found the key to mister Pottah. Stand up there pre’tty, I ‘aven’t got all day.”

Y/n was forced to her feet.

“Now look at that. Not too shabby for a thief.” Scabior trained his wand on her.

“I’m not a..”

“Save it, pre’tty. No point denyin’ that you stole your magic.”

“I’m half-blood. My father was..” Y/n was cut off again, this time by one of the other snatchers.

“Don’t matter what your father was, unless he can come and explain to the ministry that you’re his daughter. But wait, he can’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.” He chuckled nastily. “But that’s not the most important thing right now love, we’ve got another purpose for you.”

Scabior was growing impatient. “Rookwood, grab ‘er and let’s go. We’re goin’ to take her to Malfoy’s.”

“Right you are then,” With a flick of his wand, ropes tied around Y/n’s feet, hands, and mouth. Every time Y/n struggled they grew tighter.

“You’d best stop with that, or you might not ‘ave hands and feet by the time we are done with you. Although you might not ‘ave ‘em even without the ropes.” The snatchers laughed as Y/n was secured and her ropes held onto by Rookwood. With a stinking warm breath, he simpered in her ear, “Hold on tight.” Y/n couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran down her back.

They disapparated away from the camp.

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The Burrow was quiet. Without the usual hubbub of everyone in the family going on with their day to day activities, the house was almost silent, with the only noises to be heard being Molly’s knitting needles. Fred did not like it at all.

With the shops business being reduced to Owl-orders, the twins had had more time to visit their family. George was currently upstairs twiddling with a new design, and Fred assumed his father was playing again with the muggle radio he had gotten for his birthday. Fred himself was distractedly musing over accounts, one of the only terrible parts of his job. Still, it was a way to pass the time. It was all he seemed to do these days, work, sleep and sometimes talk on Lee’s show Potterwatch.

The clock chimed 9;30 against the silence, and Fred put his head in his hands. He contemplated going up to bed, but upon remembering his argument with George earlier in the evening, decided against it.

George had snapped at him after Fred had only distractedly listened as he listed the new modifications he was planning for one of the new products. He had rounded on Fred, telling him he was bloody useless while he was so hung up on feeling sorry for himself and that if he was going to keep being a prat, the least he could do was fake interest in their livelihood. Fred had then immediately bit back, which had ended in a full-out argument between the two. Arthur had stepped in after they had started to shove each other around, and Molly had ordered them to go to other ends of the house, to which the twins had no issue with doing. Fred had been at the kitchen table doing accounts since.

The clattering of knitting needles on the wooden table shook Fred out of his reverie.

“Alright, you and I need to have a talk” Molly Weasley pulled out a chair opposite to her son.

“You and George don’t argue. And what your father and I saw up there was not usual.”

“We argue all the time. That’s what siblings do.”

“Yes, but not like this. And this has been happening a lot lately. Is this about Y/n?”

“Mum…” Fred sighed dejectedly

“Is it? Because I know George misses her so I can’t imagine how you are feeling.” She gave him a pointed look. Fred started to defend himself, but she cut him off,

“Cut it out Fred, I know you didn’t break up with her because you didn’t love her anymore. I saw the way you two looked at each other. It was the way your father looks at me.” She smiled at him softly.

Fred got frustrated then. Why can’t they understand?

“I had to Mum, she’s in enough danger as it is. There’s no one to vouch for her blood status. I had to, for her sake. She would never have gone if I didn’t make up another excuse.”

“But dear, why not…”

“He would have used her to get to me and to Harry. He would have tortured her Mum. Maybe even killed her. How could I live with myself knowing that she died because of me? At least now she has a chance of escape.” Tears were in his eyes now.

Molly sighed. She stood up and walked around the table.

“Stand up,” he looked at her in disbelief, “Come on, up you get.”

He stood up and she drew him into a hug,

“Listen to me. I know you did what you thought was best, but I think it’s time you go and straighten this all out. Just because there is a chance of something happening it doesn’t mean it will necessarily happen. We are always, always stronger when we are together. And at least you will be able to protect her then. Just, tell me you’ll think about it?”

He pulled out of her embrace and slowly nodded. Her eyes were sad as she looked up at him.

“Now, I think you should go and talk to your brother. Despite what you may have been thinking, he is not actually mad, he’s just having a hard time of it, just like you. Go talk to him.”

“Yes Mum.” He gave her a quick hug once more. “Thank you”

“No problem, dear. Go on, up you go.” She shooed him out of the kitchen.

Fred climbed up to the landing where their shared room was.

“George?” he knocked on the door. After hearing George’s admittance, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the room.

“Look mate, I’m sorry I…” Fred trailed off as he took in the large translucent Patronus that was in his and George’s room. “When did this….?”

“Just now.” George was stunned.

The Unicorn’s mouth opened, and Y/n’s voice rang out,

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.”

Fred’s pulse began to quicken as fear gripped him like a vice. “Oh my god.”

He could hear her breathing quickly, the fear in her voice shook him to the core.

“They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the burrow. Get Fred out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.”

George looked from the Patronus to Fred, his expression shocked.

They turned their attention back to the Patronus as Y/n’s voice cracked. Fred could tell she was crying.

“Please be careful. Tell Fred I…” The Unicorn opened its mouth and let out Y/n’s piercing scream before fading away into nothingness.

The desk chair flipped over as George stood up out of it so quickly.

Their voices rang out in unison, “We need to go.”

The twins ran out down the flight of stairs. Fred’s heart was in his throat. I shouldn’t have sent her away

Molly began to shout from the floor below “Boys! For Merlin’s sake what are you…” She stopped as the two bounded into the kitchen.

Fred spoke out, “Y/n is in trouble, she’s been caught by snatchers. We need to go.”

Molly’s eyes flickered between the twins, searching for answers, “What do you mean she’s been caught by snatchers?”

“I just got a Patronus from her. They are taking her to get information on Harry.” George answered his mother, “They’re coming for Fred. We need to go and save her, and we need you to cover for us.” He gestured between Molly and Arthur who had just walked into the kitchen.

Arthur looked at his wife. “If Y/n was taken by snatchers they would have gone to Malfoy Manor. That’s a base of operations for them.”

Molly tried to interject, “Arthur we can’t-“

“Molly, the boys are right, they will suspect them coming if all of us are gone. We can track how they are doing with the clock.” Arthur gestured to the tall grandfather clock that was sitting in the living room, “If they get in trouble, then we apparate in and get them out quickly.”

Molly was still not convinced.

“But..”

Fred slammed his fist down on the table. “The longer we wait the more time they have to do something to her.” He looked at George, “We are going now. Tell Bill to be ready to come and back us up. Either George or I will send a Patronus if things start to get bad. George, let’s go.”

The twins stood back ready to apparate when Mr. Weasley stopped them.

“Get in and out quickly, don’t let them see you. Sneak in from the back and stick together. If anything at all goes wrong, you send word immediately; Understand?”

The twins nodded solemnly. They stepped back from the table, nodded to each other, and apparated out of the Burrow.

Arthur took Molly into his arms. He murmured into her hair, “They’ll be fine. I’ll call around for back-up. Just keep an eye on the clock.”

Molly nodded and once Arthur left the room, picked up her knitting and went and sat in the lounge directly opposite the clock. It was going to be a long night.

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The cold lights burned harshly at Y/n’s eyes as she was transported into Malfoy Manor. Rookwood, who had kept his grip tight on the ropes binding her hands, threw her down onto the cold marble floor, walking away with her wand still tight in his grasp.

Y/n landed poorly, and pain seared through her side and shoulder. She tried to move back to her feet, but the ropes only grew tighter. She tried to slow down her breathing, don’t panic that won’t get you anywhere. Just keep breathing, nice and slow.

A sharp, cool voice echoed around the marbled hall, “What is the meaning of all this commotion? Who is the girl?”

From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw the figure of Lucius Malfoy walk through to the snatchers.

“This girl’s the key to findin’ Pottah! She’s one of the Weasley twins’ girlfriends. He’ll have to give us the whereabouts of Pottah when he sees how bad we’ve bloodied her up.” Scabior replied gleefully, seeming to take great joy in the pain she was about to be afflicted with.

Lucius took interest immediately, “Sounds like you might have actually done something correctly for once. I’m assuming she’s not pureblood, and that no one is coming to help her? I trust I won’t have an invasion on my hands Scabior, because if I do I will be most displeased. ”

“No, she’s got no connections, we should be…”

While this exchange was occurring Y/n had managed to relax enough to let the ropes around her mouth fall down onto her chin. She had to make an attempt to keep them away from Fred.

“He won’t talk, you know. We broke up. Months ago. He would never betray Harry, especially not for me. Bad luck guys, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n stated this with a false sense of bravado.

“Ha! Listen to ‘er.” Rookwood crouched down and lifted her chin higher. His foul breath wafted into her face as she tried to squirm away. The ropes around her got tighter and were becoming very uncomfortable now.

“Even if I believed you - which I don’t- I still know you’ve known those identical weasels for years. They don’t have it in ‘em to let ya die. Won’t stop me though. And I might get to have a bit of fun while I do it” His grip became tight on her jaw.

“Rookwood,” Lucius summoned Rookwood back to their conversation, “You can play with your new toy later.” He addressed Scabior and the other snatcher, “Go to that pigsty they call a house and tell them we have the girl. Bring this..” He stalked over to one of the side tables and picked up one of two silver two-way mirrors, “That way you can show that you actually have her.”

“Who made you-“

Lucius made an impatient sound, “If you have a better plan then by all means go ahead, but as it is my house and this is the only way of not having to transport her, or one of them here, I suggest you do as I say.”

Scabior opened his mouth to speak, and obviously thinking better of it, shut it again and nodded mutely.

“Very well. Get going then.” Lucius waved Scabior and the nameless snatcher off, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Rookwood remained, uncomfortably close to Y/n. Lucius turned to him, “I do believe it would speed negotiations along if you damaged her a little before they see her.” Rookwood’s eyes shone in glee. “Don’t make too much of a mess. I’ll be back soon to check on your progress.” He turned on his heel and once checking that the second mirror was placed carefully on the mantlepiece, walked out of the hall.

Y/n’s unkempt hair and dirt-covered clothes were easily visible in the mirror. They had put her right on display for one of the most sickening exhibitions in the world. Her reflection was gone as Rookwood stalked over to her, a shining silver knife in his grasp.

It was becoming very difficult not to panic now.

“You see, pretty, Cruciatus curse really won’t do the trick for what we’re tryin’ to achieve here.” He knelt down on the floor, “We gotta make you look the part. Now, anytime you want ta’ tell me something about mister Potter you can go right ahead, and we can stop this unpleasantness. I won’t lie and say I’ll be relieved to stop carvin’, but it’ll definitely be a lot easier for you.”

“You’ll never get anything out of me.” Y/n spat in his face.

He grinned, seemingly not to be angered by the act of disrespect, “Excellent”

Rookwood gently bought the knife down and sliced under her collar bone. Y/n writhed in pain, tears streaming as she started to scream.

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navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst, crack, fluff; enemies to lovers

word count: 3.9k

warnings: parental death, almost-assault (i promise it’s short and i promise it’s not bad, most of this is just really silly)

there’s no boy more stupid than song min gi. you’ve been convinced of that since you met him at age five, and he didn’t really try to convince you otherwise. but maybe, just maybe, he’s not as much of a dummy as you thought.

the first memory you have of mingi is the one that made you start hating him. you were five years old, and your parents had left you at your neighbour yunho’s place because they had to sort some adult business that you’d forgotten as soon as they told you. it was much less exciting than getting to play with your friend, and you’d proudly brought your toy car so you could do races as you always did. it was new, and you really liked it, and you were excited to show.

but you weren’t the only friend visiting yunho, a weird, annoying loud boy having claimed your best friend as his before you had any option to even complain. and when you tried to play with your toy cars, the weird, annoying loud boy laughed at your car, the car you’d been so excited to show yunho because you always showed yunho, and you had begged your parents to get you this car for days upon days because you felt like it went well with yunho’s favourite, and it was much cooler and fancier than the old one you used to play with. but before you could present it, present the little button it had that would make it honk and the way it would shoot forward by itself if you pulled it back on the floor, yunho’s annoying friend was laughing at you.

“that’s not for girls!”, he told you. “and that car is so lame!” you felt tears of disappointment and anger well up in your eyes, and he only laughed more.

“you want to play with the boys but you don’t even have a cool car! and now you’re crying like a little girl!”

“because you’re stupid!”, you replied with as much hate in your voice as was possible for a five-year-old, and now he was angry, too.

“i’m not stupid!”, he shot back. you’d really hit a nerve. “you’re stupid and you suck and you’re just a little girl wanting to play with the big guys! we don’t even like you!”

before he knew it, you were throwing your little body on his taller one, hitting his chest with as much strength as your little fists could muster up, because while you didn’t care about him you cared about yunho and this annoying boy had said yunho didn’t like you when he was your best friend, and when you knew that yunho loved playing with your toy cars with you. this stupid bully just didn’t know anything, and you decided in that moment that you’d hate him forever, with the sternness only a five-year-old girl could have about her decisions, being sure that your promise to yourself to hate him forever was something you could most definitely keep. and you told him, still hitting his chest.

“i hate you! i hate you now and i’ll hate you forever because you’re stupid and you don’t know anything and i don’t like you!” and you refused to stop hitting him even when he was sitting up, recovered from the surprise of your sudden attack, and yunho’s mother had to remove you and call your parents to pick you up early while your best friend was watching you wide-eyed.

and you were keeping your promise to hate the annoying boy, whom you sadly found out to be called mingi but whom you opted to call dummy instead since you were convinced it fit him much much better. two and a half years later you still stuck your tongue out at him whenever you saw him, now almost eight and feeling much more mature and much better equipped to handle his stupidity, until you actually came near him. then you were calling him names, but it was definitely justified because he called you names, too, and he regularly put out his foot while you were running so you’d trip, and he’d steal your things and use his height to an advantage to hold them over his head where you wouldn’t be able to reach them even if you jumped. you in return had pulled down his pants more than once, revealing his embarrassing superhero underwear for the world to see. it was fair to say that he was your archnemesis and you were his.

but today yunho had asked you to be nice because he was turning eight and he wanted to invite you both and he didn’t want you to argue. you promised him you’d try your best, and your best was just completely ignoring mingi no matter what he did, a tactic that worked until it was time for the movie night, all the children gathered around the tv in the living room wrapped in colourful blankets and eyes glued to the screen. all eyes but the dummy’s. you didn’t notice how he was creeping closer to you, frustrated that you’d ignored him all day no matter how hard he’d tried, determined to make you pay attention to him now. and he had a plan.

you’d barely had a second to react between the time you felt someone grab your arm and the time when he buried his teeth in your flesh, yelping out loudly as you tried to break free from his unrelenting grip. that only hurt more, though, and you were certain that he was breaking skin and spreading his gross dummy germs in your blood and infecting you with his dummy disease so that soon you’d be as stupid and annoying as him.

“let go!”, you yelled, free arm hitting his head violently while he refused to stop biting you. you were almost crying now, and all the other kids were watching in horror.

“mingi, stop!”, yunho yelled, pulling at his friend who had just managed to ruin his eighth birthday party but who you knew would be forgiven the next day because yunho always forgave mingi, even when mingi had broken his favourite superhero figurine. but at least he got the dummy to stop, and you got up while you yelled so loud you couldn’t understand the movie anymore.

“i hate you, mingi, i hate you and you’re a dummy and i never ever ever want to see you again! and if yunho invites me over i won’t come unless you’re far far far away because you’re a stupid dummy!” and with those words you stomped to the front door, taking off before anyone could stop you, stomping angrily all the way to the neighbouring house, surprising your parents when you rang the doorbell all by yourself even though you were supposed to stay at your best friend’s pyjama party.

“what happened?”, your mother asked, incredibly worried.

“mingi is stupid and i hope someone pees in his socks!”, was the reply you gave before you stomped off into your room, going to bed thinking very angry thoughts.

it only got worse from there. and when mingi moved in with yunho at age 10 you were convinced he did so for the sole reason of annoying you, because that was what he spent his days with now, and you couldn’t escape him anywhere. he’d transferred to your school, and he lived next door, and he’d thrown wet dirt at your window more than once. he was annoying and irritating and you refused to visit yunho for a whole month, trying to ignore him the best you could because he’d willingly taken the enemy in, and you were convinced he’d sided with mingi. newly ten-year-old you hadn’t been informed of the actual reason why your nemesis moved next to you, and the only explanation that made sense to you was that he’d annoyed his parents so much that they didn’t want him anymore.

and you told him so when he stole your candy, the candy you’d gotten from your teacher for getting the best grade in the entire class on your maths test. he stole it and ate it before you could stop him, and you yelled at him that he was so annoying and that it was no wonder his parents had given him away, you doing the same if you had a choice.

it took two teachers to pull mingi away from your small frame, hitting you with all his force as he yelled that he hated you repeatedly. you were covered in bruises when he was down, blood oozing from your nose because he hadn’t had any mercy and hit wherever he could reach as hard as he could. you both were sent home, no one knowing just what you had said that had riled him up like this, and the two of you not telling, either, in silent agreement with each other for the first time in your life.

the truth about mingi’s move had managed to somehow stay hidden from you for another five years, during which your hatred for each other only grew. you were physically fighting at least once a week, making life hell for the other on the daily. as you grew older your actions grew more serious, and people were genuinely worried about the two of you’s behaviour at this point. this wasn’t a normal teen rivalry, your words hitting where you knew it hurt. you didn’t know just how much it hurt, though, using mingi’s parents as a way to get back at him regularly without knowing the truth behind his story. you just assumed they were on a business trip or something, or had moved abroad and would come to collect him when he was done with school. you didn’t know how much your words hurt him, even though you noticed how he lost control whenever you’d bring them up, having actually broken your nose once.

you found out from him, actually. he had snuck his way into your garden where you were reading in the sun and shot at you with a water gun, wetting not just you but also the pages of your favourite book. and because you were angry and because you didn’t know his story and because you wanted him to be angry, too, you yelled at him.

“it’s no wonder your parents don’t want you when you do stupid shit like this!”

before you knew it he was on top of you, crushing you with his huge body (by now he was almost half a head taller than you), but to your surprise he only dealt a single punch to your chest before he stopped, hovering there with tears in his eyes as he screamed back at you.

“my parents are fucking dead! they’re dead because they got into some fucking accident when they were on their way to pick me up and it’s my fucking fault! you don’t know shit!” and he hit your chest another time.

you surprised him as well when you wrapped your arms around him and tried to pull him closer, into an apologetic hug, when you found out why he’d moved next to you and what he’d been dealing with all this time and what you’d reminded him of whenever you brought up his parents. you were so, so sorry because you hadn’t known and you’d hurt him more than you’d ever intended to, and because you’d never be able to make up for all the horrible things you said. but you promised yourself to never ever bring them up again, and you kept trying to pull him closer to you, to pull him into an actual hug, because you wanted to apologise and you wanted to try and comfort him since you were the reason he needed comfort in the first place.

“i’m so sorry, mingi”, you said quietly but earnestly, hoping he knew that you meant it. but he didn’t. instead he pushed himself off you, bringing a few steps’ distance between you.

“no, you’re not.” and with that he turned around and left.

you still hated mingi, and he obviously still hated you, but at least on your part you’d become kinder to him once you knew what he was going through. his parents had been off limits ever since that day, and even the things you did still insult him about were handled with more care. you hated him, but you weren’t a monster, and you felt like he’d gone through enough pain, partly caused by you, for him to deserve a break now.

when you went on your first date ever two days after you’d turned sixteen and the guy insisted on bringing you home, you thought it was sweet. when he was visibly affected by the time you’d reached your home, you thought it was less sweet. and when he pressed you against the door before you could open, pinning you there while he told you how excited he was since your parents weren’t home, you didn’t think it was sweet at all. you thought it was disgusting and, most importantly, you thought it was horrifying. he was taller and stronger than you and he had a determination in his eyes that made your breath quicken in panic. it was somewhat late and you didn’t expect anyone to be around, to hear you even if you screamed. not that you could, your voice stuck in your throat.

but someone was around. someone saw the way you were trapped against the door, and someone decided to help you even though he would always insist he hated you, because even if he hated you you didn’t deserve this. someone grabbed the guy by the shoulder and delivered the same kind of punch to his face that had broken your nose ages ago, and someone growled at him to never come near you again or he wouldn’t end up as uninjured as now. and then someone turned to face you, expression changing from a hateful to a soft one, eyes looking at you with a weird warmth in them. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or if this was real, because that someone had never looked at you like this before, and now that someone was picking up the keys you’d dropped and unlocking your door for you, and when you still made no attempt to move that someone picked you up carefully, carrying you into the safety of your dark house.

“are you okay?” now you were convinced you were dreaming. mingi didn’t care if you were okay, ever, more often than not actively ensuring that you weren’t. but now he was holding you gently, dropping you on the couch as he sat down on the floor next to you.

“mingi?” you just wanted to make sure it was really him.

“hm?”

“why are you being nice to me?” he let out a short, surprised laugh at that. of course the first thing you focused on after some dude just tried to do who knows what to you was the fact that, for once in your life, he wasn’t at your throat.

“there was no way i’d let that guy do whatever he was planning to. you really think i’m that much of an asshole?”

“you’d have all reason to”, you replied silently. “it’s not like i was nice to you about… you know.” he knew. and he knew that you’d tried your best to cut him some slack ever since that day, even though he acted like he didn’t.

“you were, though.” the dim light from the street lanterns was enough to make him able to see your eyes widening and you shaking your head.

“you were. ever since i told you you never brought it up again. and you didn’t know it hurt before that.” he genuinely seemed to mean it. his voice was so calm and steady and soft that you almost didn’t recognise it as his - he’d almost only ever screamed at you, ever since that day he bullied you about your toy car when you were five.

“you’re not as bad as i thought, you know?”, he continued both his elaboration and surprising you. was he sick?

“i noticed how you tried to comfort me back then, i was just overwhelmed with the situation. but later i could’ve kicked myself in the ass for not letting you. i think that was the first time you actually tried to be nice to me”, he chuckled quietly, and it seemed like he’d forgotten that you were even there, just speaking his mind freely.

“and after that you never brought it up again, at all. you were nicer in general, too, and i felt kinda bad because i really wasn’t. but i guess i was scared that if i was nice to you you’d think i’m a wimp, exposing me to the entire school or something. putting up posters saying that i’m a softie.” before you had a chance to react he looked up at where you were sitting, hesitantly putting a hand on both of yours that were playing nervously in your lap.

“and maybe i am, when it comes to you.” he grinned awkwardly. “of course i’d have stepped in if it was anyone else, too, but the way you looked so scared… god, i’m still fuming when i think about it. i don’t ever want to see you look like that again. i want to protect you from whatever could give you a reason to look like that again.”

“why are you saying all this now?” you knew it probably wasn’t the best reaction, but it was what was on your mind, wondering just what had caused him to suddenly do a 180 on his previous behaviour.

“i saw the way you looked at him, and i got scared that one day i’m gonna go too far and you’ll look at me like that. i wanna… come clear, i guess? before that ever has a chance to happen.”

“come clear about what?” you felt bad that you were asking so many questions when he was being so open and honest, but your thoughts were racing at least as fast as your heart, and you had no idea just what exactly mingi was trying to get at. it felt like something important, though.

“that i don’t hate you”, he revealed, and you looked at him in shock.

“don’t look at me like that!”, he laughed. “i don’t hate you, and i don’t think i ever did. i was jealous because yunho was so excited for you to come over back when we first met, and he didn’t seem near as excited to play with me. so i wanted to make you leave.”

you were laughing as well now, and if you were honest his small confession was kind of endearing. that was such a five-year-old thing to do.

“well, it certainly worked. i refused to be near you at all until you moved here and i had no choice.” then, you considered whether or not to let him know your silly childhood thoughts, and decided that it would be only fair. “i thought you moved here so you could annoy me better. that thought kinda stuck until you told me the truth, actually.” you were embarrassed, but he only laughed louder, and while chuckles were still pearling from your lips you started defending yourself.

“you did try everything to annoy me! i had to clean my window so many times because you kept throwing shit at it!”

“i was trying to get your attention!”, he revealed before he could stop himself, and once he noticed what he had just said he decided he might as well expose his embarrassing teen boy crush fully.

“you were always so busy spending time with other boys, and i knew i wouldn’t be able to compete with them in like… looks or charms or anything, but i still wanted to stand out. and i did! you paid attention to me when i was bullying you.”

“you could’ve just drawn me a picture of a car or whatever ten-year-old boys do when they’re trying to impress a girl!”, you said exasperatedly. “you didn’t have to make my life a living hell.”

“but what if you thought my car wasn’t cool enough!”, he countered, “my ego wouldn’t have been able to take that.” you laughed more, but he stopped you.

“no, really, i was so scared you’d laugh at me. and acting like i hate you was a much safer bet than showing that i like you.” and while he’d been hinting at it during the entire conversation you were still surprised to hear him say it so openly, that he liked you.

“you know that treating me like shit on the daily isn’t really the way to make me like you though, right?”, you asked and you couldn’t help but tease him a little, even though your stomach was doing somersaults at his confession.

“that’s what i meant!”, he exclaimed. “you don’t like me back and now you’re making fun of me and i’ll never be able to look you in the eyes again.” the way he seemed embarrassed and nervous and so much like a normal teenage boy rather than the dummy that had made your life a living hell for the past decade and more filled your chest with warmth and you with confidence.

“why don’t you try?” his head jolted up in surprise at your words, and you took your chance as you saw it, leaning down to him to quickly peck his lips, and for once his annoying height worked to your advantage, because if he’d been any shorter his nose would’ve been the limit for how far you could lean down without falling off the couch.

“what was that for?” he was confused and uncertain and somewhat shocked but most of all he was happy.

“you’re cute”, you simply told him before leaning down again to peck the tip of his nose, and again for his cheek, and the bridge of his nose, and his other cheek, and his forehead, not wanting to stop ever when you saw that your actions had made a huge grin spread across his face, the first genuinely happy grin you’d ever gotten from him. and you wanted more.

“can i kiss you too?”, he asked, seeming still somewhat unable to process that this was really happening.

“only if you stop being a dummy”, you told him, and he stuck his tongue out at you as the nickname you’d never dropped fell from your lips again.

“but if i’m not a dummy then what am i supposed to be!” he really wanted to kiss you, but he couldn’t help but fall back into the old teasing, except this time you were both grinning and happy and not down each other’s throats.

“i’m sure you’ll figure something out. put that pretty head of yours to use.” and hearing you call his dummy head pretty gave him the last little boast of confidence he needed for his next words.

“can i be your boyfriend instead?” you looked at him surprised, but then the brightest smile he’d ever seen from you spread across your face.

“seems like a good compromise”, you informed him of your decision, and then he propped himself up on his knees so he was at eye level with you, and then he kissed you. and while you knew he was still a dummy and forever would be, now he was your dummy.

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riversofmars · 4 years ago

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That last one-shot prompt made me realize I really love the interaction of outsiders to River and the Doctor's relationship. I'd really love more of that type of thing. I've no idea if this even counts as a prompt or not but just saying.

Hi! I promise, I've not forgotten about the prompts i have yet to do, though I might be getting a bit distracted with World Enough, And Time :D Yeah I guess this wasn’t exactly a prompt but here are more reactions to their relationship as Yaz learns more about River in the next instalment of Big, Vast, Complicated and Ridiculous! :D

Chapter 7: Lake Silencio

“Blimey, you do have a mind of your own today, haven’t you.“ The Doctor huffed as the TARDIS came to a halt.

“Where are we?“ Yaz asked sounding a little worried.

“Could be anywhere.“ The Doctor sighed. “She’s been all over the place. Surprised she managed to take me to you on time when you texted…“ She skipped to the door and Yaz followed, curious to see where they had ended up. The Doctor stuck her head out the door, then pulled back and glared at the console. “Oh you silly machine, you could break time…“

“That’s your TARDIS over there?“ Yaz asked taking a step outside the door while her friend hung back. She found they had landed on a cliff face in the middle of the dessert. The sun was blazing down on them, reflecting off the azure blue lake that stretched below. The could overlook the entire valley from their vantage point and Yaz had immediately spotted the other blue box.

“Earlier model, this was some time ago.“ The Doctor answered slowly, eying the younger version of her TARDS across the ridge. There was probably a reason for why the TARDIS had taken them here.

“Well, this is nice.“ Yaz put her hands on her hips enjoying the sunshine on her face. It made a change from dreary Britain.

“Great time for a picnic…“ The Doctor mused as she looked down into the valley, to the beach by the side of the lake. There she was, so much younger, drinking wine with Amy, Rory and River. The Doctor smile a little to herself, she missed her family so much.

“Are you down there?“ Yaz asked curiously, following her gaze.

“Yeah…“ The Doctor nodded with a melancholy expression.

“And River?“ Yaz recognised her head of hair, even from a distance. It was distinctive to say the least.

“And her parents, Amy and Rory.“ The Doctor smiled wistfully pointing them out to her. She hadn’t seen them in such a long time. She missed them dearly.

“But they’re… younger than her?“ Yaz stated, bewildered. They were relatively far away but she could make out enough to pose the question.

“First thing you should know about River, I guess… she’s a time traveller.“ The Doctor chuckled. The TARDIS seemed to want her to fill Yaz in so she obliged.

“Right, that makes sense.“ Yaz sighed, shaking her head bemused. This was just like the Doctor. Of course her wife was no ordinary woman. She was intrigued to find out more.

“This was the day…“ The Doctor hummed with a bittersweet smile.

“What day?“ Yaz prompted and the Doctor chuckled:

“My wedding day.“

“Really?“ Yaz’s eyes widened in shock. She looked back down to the Doctor’s younger self.

“You did ask, didn’t you, about my history with River? Think the TARDIS is trying to fill you in.“ The Doctor smiled. She shrugged off her coat and put it down on the ground before sitting down. She always kept her cards so close to her chest, not allowing anyone, not even her friends, to really get to know or understand her. Maybe she was going about it the wrong way. Perhaps it was time to let people in again. She didn’t need to carry all these burdens by herself. And maybe, just maybe, if she let other people see, shared her past with them, maybe she would feel a little closer to being the Doctor again.

“So that’s you?“ Yaz pointed at the young Doctor again as she sat down, surprised at the inviting gesture.

“Look at how thin I was, ugh. How did River fancy me so much back then?“ The Doctor mused, looking her old self up and down.

“Look at the lake.“ Something in the distance caught Yaz’s attention and she pointed towards the shore line.

“I know, I was there, remember?“ The Doctor chuckled, amused.

“What’s happening?“ Yaz asked. It looked as thought something was emerging from the water, a figure. The others had noticed it too. The young Doctor on the picnic blanket got to his feet, as did his friends.

“Well, it’s not just the day we got married, it’s also the day she killed me.“ The Doctor answered matter-of-factly.

“What?“ Yaz’s head flung around as she looked back to her friend and the Doctor laughed a little.

“It’s complicated.“ She admitted and pointed to the figure that was walking out of the lake. It appeared to be wearing an astronaut suit. “That’s also River, in the suit, a younger version of her. The Silence, an order that was trying to kill me, are controlling her. I knew that already at the time, that’s why I asked her older self here. All of them actually, Amy and Rory too.“ She explained as they watched the Doctor below make his way towards the astronaut. “I knew I had to die - or so I thought at the time - and I didn’t want to do it by myself. And I wanted River to know that she would always be forgiven.“

“That’s so sad.“ Yaz took in her words, mulling them over.

“You wondered why she’s a wanted criminal? This is why. She got sentenced for my murder.“ The Doctor tried to create context for her.

“So she’s innocent?“ Yaz confirmed, feeling a little bad for her previous snap judgement of the Doctor’s wife.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. She did try to kill me, several times. And she’s knows her way around a weapon, I’ll tell you… and she’s not afraid to use them. So innocent? Of this particular crime, but in general?“ The Doctor shrugged, amused. She couldn’t deny, she liked a bad girl.

Far below, the astronaut shot the Doctor. The Pond family rushed towards him. River shot and missed the astronaut as it walked back into the lake…

“So how did you escape?“ Despite knowing that she would survive, Yaz felt her chest tighten as they watched.

“I was wearing a suit that saved me.“ The Doctor answered.

“Soooo…. when did the marriage happen? Did I miss it?“ Yaz asked after they sat and watched in silence for a while.

“Oh you won’t see it.“ The Doctor laughed, realising only then that she was waiting for it. “It happened in an aborted timeline. The first time around, River couldn’t bring herself to kill me and therefore create a paradox. This is a fixed point in time.“

“So you’re not actually married? If it happened in another timeline?“ Yaz exclaimed. This was getting more complicated at every turn.

“All of time was happening at once for all eternity. Every moment that ever was or ever would be. That’s how I see it, from the beginning to the end of the universe. That means we’re always married, wherever and whenever we are.“ The Doctor gave a soft smile.

“That’s very sweet.“ Yaz smiled, realising it was all a matter of perspective.

“And incredibly stupid.“ The Doctor sighed. “It hurts, Yaz…“ Yaz looked at her surprised at the uncharacteristic confession. It didn’t seem like the Doctor at all to speak so openly about her feelings so she remained quiet, allowed her time to phrase her thoughts. “It hurts when… no matter how much you love each other, no matter how much you’ve done and overcome together, you still can’t be together.“ She got to her feet. She had seen enough. She didn’t want to be a witness to the Pond family’s grief any longer. Even though she knew it would all come right in the end, it didn’t change the fact that they truly believed her former self to be dead. Their pain was real, as was her own.

“Where is she now? I mean, I get that we can travel and see her wherever but where is she really? At the end of her timeline?“ Yaz asked, getting up as well so the Doctor could shake out her coat and put it back on.

“She died…“ The Doctor answered quietly. “The first day I met her…“ She turned back towards the TARDIS.

“Doctor I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…“ Yaz felt like she’d been punched in the gut. That was not the answer she had expected and she regretted the question. She hurried after her back to the TARDIS.

“It’s fine.“ The Doctor managed a thin smile as they stepped back inside the blue box. “I always knew it would happen, that was the deal…“ Slowly she made her way to the console while Yaz closed the door.

“If you always knew it would happened… couldn’t you do something to change it?“ Yaz asked, feeling terrible for her friend. There had to be something they could do.

“I already did everything I could, spent lifetimes thinking about it…“ The Doctor answered. “She’s not completely gone… I managed to save her mind, her consciousness to a super computer.“ She explained. “Best I could do.“

“I guess that’s something.“ Yaz felt a little better and the Doctor managed a smile:

“Better than the alternative.“

“So does that mean I could meet her?“ Yaz asked after brief consideration. “The version of her that had had all her adventures with you? I bet she knows you like no-one in this universe.“

“I guess that’s true…“ The Doctor hummed, thinking back to her visit at the Library. “Maybe some day.“

“Do you not go and see her?“ Yaz frowned, surprised by her reluctance.

“I did when I needed that bit of space to think… like you said, she knows me like no-one else.“ The Doctor revealed.

“And not before then?“ Yaz asked and the Doctor shook her head.

“It’s hard when there is so much… guilt and regret. And when you’re so close and you still can’t touch them… sometimes it’s better to just keep yourself busy and try not to think about it.“ She admitted and Yaz understood.

#Doctor Who #fanfiction #river song #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #space wives #yowzah #Yasmin Khan #river x thirteen #thirteen/river

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shyneanon · 4 years ago

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And our boy MF Sans too. Here’s the next chapter of The Boss’s Daughter. This story is way too fun to write. Like Skeleton Magnet, it’s on AO3.

Enjoyyy.

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Once your lunch date with Mindy was over, the both of you walked back to your house and gave each other a goodbye hug. When you went inside, your parents asked you how it was and you told them it was good, leaving out any details about Sans or Mindy’s teasing (though you often had to omit details about Mindy’s sense of humor). You then gently and carefully brought up the subject of going dancing, leaving out that the place was a speakeasy, and you humbly asked for their permission to go.

They said yes.

You were so thrilled you threw your arms around your father and thanked him profusely, which seemed to convince him that he had made the right decision.

Mindy was ecstatic when you called her and told her you’d been given permission. She insisted that you should get yourself a new dress for your first time out, and you had to admit, you didn’t mind that idea. So you agreed to join each other for a shopping date on Friday.

Unfortunately, her parents dragged her into some social meeting of their own at the last minute, meaning you’d be doing your shopping by yourself. Perhaps it was for the best; knowing Mindy, she would probably have tried to convince you to buy something more scandalous than you would like to wear. The flappers’ dresses were very cute, but you weren’t sure how eager you were to sparkle so much. Not to mention that your father would rather burn the money for it than allow you to wear it. Instead you would look for something a bit less flashy.

Being out without anyone, even Mindy, felt liberating. You were shocked your father had allowed it— although it was in the middle of the day, and you were being driven to the destinations you chose. He wasn’t about to let you walk around town completely unsupervised. Rival gangsters did know what you looked like.

Eventually you found a dress you enjoyed; it was form-fitting, but not so much that there would be protests. It was also a nice bright blue, with darker blue sequins adorning it in a very pretty design all across the front and back. It was a nice balance between the flashy flapper dresses and the more boring, grown-up dresses you wore for formal gatherings. It took you a few tries to find the right size, but once you did, it fit very nicely. So you purchased it and left. You had to admit, the feeling of being able to splurge was quite nice.

You would miss it when you finally left the horrible environment you’d been raised in.

You decided to step outside and enjoy the relatively fresh air, sitting down on a bench. You kept imagining how amazing it would be to be somewhere where your father wouldn’t be able to see you. Just you, having fun as an adult with Mindy. Drinking alcohol, dancing… There would be boys there. Probably boys who weren’t criminals at all— besides drinking bootleg liquor, anyway.

Some of them probably didn’t even know how to use a gun.

Swoon.

A pigeon started to make its way past you, eyeing you suspiciously. You snickered, your worries forgotten for a brief moment. If only you had some sort of food on you to give it. Not that it didn’t look well-fed— it was a particularly fat pigeon.

You wondered what it was like to have worked for what you had.

The pigeon suddenly started as a pair of only mostly-polished black business shoes appeared in your field of vision. It immediately flew off.

Oh God no.

You didn’t even bother to look. You knew who it was. “Maybe Mindy was onto something. Are you stalking me?”

“Nah, doll. I think yer the one stalkin’ me.”

The weight of the bench shifted slightly. You turned to glare at Sans, who had leaned back and was making himself quite comfortable next to you on the bench. He had a cigar between two fingers.

“Do you need something?” you asked him.

He smiled. “Penny for yer thoughts?” he asked before placing his cigar in between his teeth.

You leaned back and folded your arms in an attempt to look as standoffish as possible. “I was just thinking that that pigeon was almost as fat as you are.”

He immediately choked on his cigar, so violently his hat almost fell off his head. He started coughing, and you felt your lips curl into a smug smile.

The smile vanished when he wheezed and then roared with laughter. He leaned forward in his seat, slapping his knee. Initially, you were annoyed. You couldn’t even insult him? He would just laugh?

But as his absolutely stupid guffawing continued, you found yourself biting down on your lip to keep from smiling. That didn’t work, so you tried biting the insides of your cheeks. That didn’t work either.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, his eyes full of mirth, “ya really hate me, don’tcha?” Raising his brows at you, he added, “So much that ya think about me when I’m not around, huh?”

Goddammit! How had he managed to turn the tables? You wanted to glare but you were still smiling. So instead you just said, “Have you not learned to not speak to me?”

“I don’t do much learnin’, sweetie.”

“Clearly.”

He laughed again. It didn’t seem to be at you, though. Why did his laugh have to be so funny?

Still smiling, he looked down and nodded at the bag sitting by your feet. “What’s in there?”

You shrugged. “A new dress.”

“Yeah? Will I get to see ya in it?”

You gave him a bitter smile, though at this point you weren’t sure if it was sincere. “In your dreams,” you told him.

“Absolutely in my dreams,” he said, winking.

You felt your face get hot. You wanted to scream. How? How did he turn your own words against you?

“What’s the occasion?”

He was still looking at the bag. Without much thought, you said, “I’m going out dancing tomorrow.” The corner of your mouth quirked up in a smile. “It’s my first time.”

“Didn’t think you were one to party.”

“I don’t because I can’t,” you told him. “My father doesn’t want boys talking to me.” Raising your eyebrows, you added, “Like you, for example.”

“I know that.”

“No, you obviously do not,” you said. If he really understood the gravity of it, he would stay the hell away like everyone else. “He will have some men find you, and they will riddle you with bullets. Or he’ll kidnap you and riddle you with bullets himself.”

His eye sockets lidded, and the lights in them seemed to dilate. A lot. He removed the cigar from in between his teeth.

“I know,” he growled, and the sound seemed to roll through the bench, through you.

You just stared, baffled.

“And I don’t care,” he added. Your brow furrowed. Did this man have any self-preservation instincts whatsoever—

His arm rested behind you on the bench, and you glanced back and forth between it and him. He was giving you the same look from the night you met. You felt your face heat up, but you kept a stern look on your face.

He leaned close, looking you dead in the eyes. It was like some kind of insane staring contest that only one party member was enjoying.

An inhale from him.

“You’re wearing different perfume,” he observed, his smile growing.

“You are going. To die.”

He only moved closer to you on the bench. You were tempted to try reverse psychology, but you had the feeling that telling him you wanted him wouldn’t end well for you either.

The two of you were so close, that when he spoke in a low whisper, you could hear every word perfectly:

“Your Papa can shoot me dead as long as I can have you,” he rumbled, his teeth almost touching your lips. “Just once. ‘N then I can die.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked.

He grinned that predatory grin, though the way his eyes lidded looked more drunk than anything.

“Sweetheart…. you’re what’s wrong with me.”

The lights in his eyes dropped down to your lips and he leaned so close that your cheeks brushed against each other. He was clearly moving to kiss you. Your heart started to race for some unfathomable reason, and the sensation frightened you.

You slapped him across the face.

He withdrew, rubbing his cheek. If only it could be red where you’d slapped him. That would be satisfying.

“Fuck, that fuckin’ hurt,” he muttered, as if he’d lightly bumped his head against something.

“Good!” you replied.

“OK, OK,” he said. “‘M sorry. I’m really sorry.”

He made eye contact with you as he said it. You blinked, then resumed your stony expression. “For what?”

“Fer flirtin’ with ya just now.”

“And how do I know you mean that?”

“I do actually like ya,” he said. “Not just…” He gestured to your form. “I like ya, yer smart. And fun, when yer not mad at me.”

“I’m mad,” you said, “because you just won’t stay away. There are so many other girls, you can go and talk to them instead.”

“I don’t wanna, though. I wanna talk to you.”

You watched him, and he watched you back. Did he mean that? Or was he just saying it so that he could smooth things over with you now, and then try again the next time you saw each other?

You took a breath.

“If you’re not lying to me,” you said, “then you’re forgiven.”

He smiled sincerely, looking more sensitive than usual. “Thank you, doll.”

“You should be thankful, you absolute idiot.”

He chuckled again. “You tell it like it is. I like ya for that.”

Well, you weren’t used to anyone liking brutal honesty. You felt the tension in your body dissolve just a bit.

“No lies,” he said, his look sobering. “There’s just… so much lyin’. ‘N cheating. ‘M no exception or nothin’, I just… It’s nice to talk about it with someone who won’t lie to you.” He smiled gently. “Y’know?”

For a moment, you said nothing. Was he trying to soften you up?

It was awful that you were even having to worry about that.

“I wouldn’t know,” you told him, though it came out far more vulnerable than you meant it to.

His smile faded. “... Yeah.”

You stood up, grabbing your bag. “I should go,” you said. “My parents will worry if I’m gone for too long.”

He moved to get up.

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

He paused. You thought a moment, then grinned.

“You just keep resting your fat ass on the bench.”

He snorted and laughed big belly laughs again, falling back into his seat. “Jesus,” he muttered, still smiling. “Yer great.”

It felt good to be able to say whatever you wanted.

He nudged your leg with his foot. “Hey.”

You were smiling now. “Mm?”

“Have fun dancin’ tomorrow, huh?”

Not able to put on a firm expression, you just nodded. “Thanks, Sans. You have a good time lying around doing nothing.”

He snickered, and you turned around and left.

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When you got back home, you found your mother in hopes of showing her the dress you’d bought. She was reading in the living room, so you got her attention.

“Mama,” you said, “look at this dress I found.”

You pulled it out and showed it to her, and she smiled.

“You seem excited,” she said.

“I am!” you told her. You were going out for once.

“I’m glad.”

You admired the dress’s fabric.

“You’ll look very nice at dinner tomorrow.”

You blinked, your smile faltering. “Dinner?”

“Adolfo called, and your father invited him over for dinner tomorrow.” She shrugged with an amused smile. “He forgot about the dancing. You know he does that.”

Forgot, or had changed his mind and done this to keep you from going out? You weren’t sure, but you were angry either way. “So I’m just supposed to call Mindy and tell her I can’t come?”

“Yes.”

“No!” you said. “I’m not doing that!”

Her look grew stern. “(Y/n), finding you a husband is more important than—“

“I don’t want one of these men for a husband!” you told her. “They’re all horrible people! Every single one!”

“So I suppose your father is.”

“I never said anything about Father! But all the men I could marry are murderers, and liars, and cheats—“

She said your name harshly. You knew that tone. She was serious.

She set her book down and stood up from her seat. “We’ve had this talk too many times. You need to grow up.”

Your jaw clenched.

“You know as well as I do that you need to marry one of these ‘murderers, liars and cheats.’” She sobered. “You can’t just walk away from this life. No one can. Don’t pretend you don’t know what will happen if you try to walk away like it’s nothing. You know, don’t you?”

You said nothing.

“The rival gangs will find you and either kill you, or use you against your father. And then kill you when you are no longer of use to them.” She cocked her head. “And as much as many men don’t want to admit it, they need us. Our family is counting on you to marry someone who can continue building this business. You need to accept the life you’ve been given.”

Your chest was burning. You wanted to curse, and tell her that fuck that, fuck Adolfo, fuck everything, you didn’t care if your father’s business burned to the ground. And that you would rather get shot by a rival gang than be stuck for the rest of your miserable life raising children who would either become criminals or the wives of criminals.

But instead you sighed.

“I’ll go call Mindy,” you said, albeit through gritted teeth.

“Thank you,” said your mother.

You picked up your bag and went upstairs to your room, locking the door behind you. You hung the dress up neatly, and then sat on your bed, by the phone.

You reached into your purse and fished out the card that Sans had given you.

Blinded by sheer rage at your parents and at that ass Adolfo, you dialed the number and then waited.

The voice that picked up was loud and harsh. Papyrus.

“PAPYRUS AND SANS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. THIS IS PAPYRUS. WITH WHOM DO I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SPEAKING?”

Before you could stop yourself, you snorted and started to laugh. Lawyers? Really? You wondered if that had been Sans’ idea.

You hoped so.

“... WHO IS THIS?”

“Sorry,” you said, and gave him your name. “May I speak to Sans, please?”

There was a moment of silence.

“GODDAMMIT, SANS, YOU COMPLETE IMBECILE!”

He instantly hung up, and you stared at the phone, confused. You dialed them again, but no one picked up. The small spark of hope that you’d had started to flicker out. You just sat on your bed for God knows how long, feeling it die.

Had you said something wrong?

The phone rang and you instantly picked up. “Yes? Hello?”

“Hey, dollface.”

You never thought his voice would give you such a rush of relief. “Hi, Sans.”

“Sorry about that, sweetheart. Papyrus doesn’t exactly like me talkin’ to ya.”

You heard Papyrus’ shrill voice screaming in the background, though you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“No one likes it,” you told him with a smile.

“Well, clearly you do, beautiful. What can I do you for, hm? Feeling phonely?”

You tried to hold back a snicker, but it came out anyway. You then composed yourself, going so far as to sit up straighter in bed.

“Remember when we met?” you asked, doing your best to sound serious.

“Do I?” he purred, and you were glad he couldn’t see your red face. “What about it, dollface?”

“And you told me that you could leave the party without having to walk out the door?”

“Yeah.” You heard a mischievous tone in his voice as he said, “Why do you ask?”

You hesitated. The rage was starting to fade away.

You forced yourself to picture Adolfo’s stupid mug again and you quickly felt the fire you needed to continue.

“Doll?”

“My parents are forcing me not to go dancing because Adolfo Acerbi wants to have dinner with us.”

There was a moment of silence on his end this time.

“Sans?” you said.

“Acerbi, huh?” He sounded like he’d said it through gritted teeth (weird, considering he always spoke through closed teeth).

“Yeah, him. He’s a lying shit,” you told him, taking the opportunity to swear. “And I fucking hate him, and he just ruined my chance to go out for once.” After a moment of more hesitation, you told him what you wanted:

“I want you to help me sneak out after dinner tomorrow. I’m not letting Acerbi ruin my night.”

Another moment of silence, and then Sans replied.

“I can do that.”

#Every time Sans shows up #MC is like FFFFUUUUU #fanfiction #fanfic #reader-insert #self-insert #mafiafell sans #sans x reader #mafiafell #mf sans #the boss's daughter #the boss' daughter

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barbaracleboy · 3 years ago

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Can’t Come Back

Another kinda angsty blurb thing. I dunno, I want to write and draw comedy most of the time but sometimes the odd sad idea pops into my old noodle. Also, Spoilers for Leif’s Request.

Leif woke up, and he was laying in some grass, though that was the extent of his knowledge on his location.

Leif: Kabbu!? Vi!? Chompy!?

Leif looked around desperately for his team, but found them nowhere. Something he did find, however, was a small pond close to him. He briefly saw something red in the pond as he scanned the area, but he snapped his attention back to it upon realizing what he might have just seen.

Leif looked into the pond, and noticed the strangest thing in his reflection: his eyes were brown, rather than the blank white he’d known them to be for so long. What’s more, his wings and carapace were a warm, wood-like red, instead of a cool, icy blue. Leif just stared at his reflection for a while, to the point you’d be forgiven for thinking he was some sort of narcissist. Leif didn’t quite feel love for himself as he stared, though. Rather, he felt a sort of peculiar mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity, like he had come across a long lost twin.

Leif: W-what?...We...

With too many thoughts going through his head Leif just looks around the area again, the thoughts of his team being much less prominent now: instead, Leif was just wondering what the hell happened to him. While looking around Leif noticed something else familiar: he saw the Anthill Palace. He was close to the Ant Kingdom. Now Leif wondered about something else...

Leif ran to the Ant Kingdom Plaza and dashed through, past various bugs, many of which looked to him with pure shock. He didn’t greet any of them, he didn’t stop to answer their questions. One bug in particular was on his mind, and he needed to make sure if she was there. Leif ran until he reached a quaint wooden house. It was in the same spot he remembered Muze’s home being, but he knew exactly who this home belonged to.

Leif: I’m home...

With no hesitation this time, Leif knocked on the door of the house. A voice responded, but it didn’t sound willing to open.

???: I-I’m sorry, can you please come back later?

Leif has heard this voice before. He knew exactly who it belonged to. Even harder, Leif knocked on the door.

???: Please, I asked you to come back later...

Leif was feeling saddened, but he refused to leave. Once more he knocked on the door, and this time heard it opening.

Pink Moth: Listen, jackass, I said-

It was Muse. Leif didn’t think he’d ever see her again, but he knew it was her. It was Muse, his wife...a great, powerful Moth to whom he was closer than any other bug. It looked just like her, and her attitude when opening the door was just as rude as how he saw her half the time. The other half she was cheerful, of course, but somehow he found-

Muse kneed Leif in the groin and yanked his face towards hers by his fluff.

Muse: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?!?!?!?!

Leif: (Weakly) It is so nice to see you again...

Muse: THAT WASN’T WHAT I ASKED, MOTHERFUCKER, IF YOU COULD HAVE JUST FUCKING COME HOME WHY DIDN’T YOU!?!?!? I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!!!!!!

Leif: Me too...

Muse: WHAT!?!

Leif: Forgive me, your majesty, but may I come inside, get something to eat or drink? Maybe then I can, er, attempt to explain things.

Muse almost couldn’t believe it: not just that Leif was alive, but that he had the gall to crack jokes despite her concern. She wasn’t too shocked, though: she knew him pretty well. Still gripping Leif’s neck fluff, Muse pulled him into the house as he closed the door behind them.

Muse forced her husband into a nearby chair before she looked into his eyes with a fiery intensity.

Muse: When me and Rebecca left Snakemouth, we last saw you cornered by a Spider, just about dead. Why are you here now?

Leif: Listen, I genuinely don’t know why.

Muse: The hell kind of explanation is that!?

Leif: It is so, so complicated of a story, I’m not sure I can really get through it all.

Muse: You’d better try, or else-

Leif: Or else what, you’ll beat me up? You really think I’d take that as a punishment?

Muse just stood there for a moment, trembling with rage. After a few moments tears began to flow from her eyes and her fury-filled expression turned to one of relief. She almost tackled Leif and gave him the sweetest hug she ever had, unusually careful and light.

Muse: I-I missed the crap you’d spew so much...

Leif was happy to be so close to Muse again. She was crying, but that was fine. They were together again, and he knew deep down, that they could do great things together...He knew that he should get to explaining his situation soon, it could make things easier...

The two Moths stopped when they heard the sound of a nearby hungry larva. They were so focused on each other that Muse had forgotten of it, and Leif had failed to notice.

Leif: Hey, is that ours?

Muse:...

Leif:...When’d you have him?

Muse:...I laid his egg shortly before we left for Snakemouth...

Leif: What? Why didn’t you say anything?

Muse: I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to come back from our mission and...

Suddenly, Muse was angry once more. As she picked up her baby she stared daggers at Leif.

Muse: Why did you leave us?

Leif: Wha-I-I didn’t try to! Things just...happened...it’s funny, isn’t it? How things just kind of happen? Of all the great things that happen, often due to mistakes?

Muse: I didn’t ask for philosophy, Leif.

Leif: Heh, we...I-I know.

Leif looked to his and Muse’s child. It was small, but it was to be a Moth one day. What great potential it has...what...

Leif was still feeling odd. His mind was still racing, he still had so many thoughts. Before Muse could ask what in the world he meant by “We”, the two of them heard another bug coming down the stairs.

Muse: Rebecca? I thought you were sleeping?

Rebecca: Yeah, but I heard you yell...Leif?

Leif: Rebecca...

Leif stared at her for a moment. The Ant he had known for a while as short, old, and blissful was now looking taller, younger, and more stern. She even had a belt and scabbard around her waist, this Rebecca was clearly more active than the one he had become accustomed to. One trait remained between the two forms he knew her in, though...

Leif: Your arm...

Rebecca looked to her missing limb. The wound was still relatively fresh. It still hurt. Leif knew that fighting was harder for her now...

Rebecca: Mm. I don’t really care, I’d rather lose a limb that I liked than a whole bug...

Rebecca looked to Muse a moment, the two of them sharing concern.

Rebecca:...Speaking of which...(Looks to Leif) What happened? We all presumed you were dead.

Leif: All?

Rebecca: You think the Queen could send a scouting party, have only two-thirds of them come back, and nobody would care? Guard around Snakemouth was expanded heavily afterwards, it was made completely off-limits to anybody without explicit permission from the Queen...And she personally held a funeral for you...

Leif didn’t realize just how much of an effect his disappearance had. Clearly the bugs around here liked him, cared for him...they probably trusted him...Leif began to feel a bit of uneasiness inside of himself, but he knew it was fine. It was normal. It was what he was made for...

Leif: Ha...can’t believe you guys all cared for me so much...I’m so lucky to have made it back.

Muse: We’re lucky that you made it back, Leif.

Rebecca: You’re gonna be a big deal, I can tell: You beat death!

Leif: We didn’t do it alone, Rebecca...

Muse: You said “We” again, what’s wrong with you?

Leif:...There’s nothing wrong with us, love...let us show you what this pathetic, insectoid body has been blessed with...

Before Muse and Rebecca could question Leif’s strange words, he turned to them...and pale white stalks started bursting out of him, all over him. Muse clutched her larva hard and fell to the floor, screaming as her beloved seemingly died before her eyes once more.

Leif: This is good, Muse...we now have such power, such life...let us share it with you...

Leif began walking towards Muse, his stalks squirming all around, but before he could get very close Rebecca unsheathed her blade and swung at him...

Leif awoke with a shout, and was left panting and sweating as he collected his thoughts. He looked to his hands and found them to be blue, as usual...

His teammates were awake as well, no doubt because of him. As Chompy tried getting up to Leif, full of concern, Vi just grumbled at him.

Vi: Ughhhh, what the hell’s wrong with you?

Leif: W-we’re sorry...just had a bad dream...

Kabbu: Would you like to talk about it? Mayhaps that can help you feel better?

Leif:...Look, i-it’s fine. We don’t need to talk, it’s...nothing we haven’t said before

Vi: Then why’d you have to wake me up, dummy?

Kabbu: Vi!

Vi: Ugh...look, Leif. You’re fine. I know you’re like, all weird. I don’t really understand it that much, but worrying so much about stuff none of us can control won’t make you not weird, and it obviously won’t make you feel good either. The life you got now is all special and junk, rather than crying over stuff from the past and thinking “what if this, what if that???”, just think about what you know you can do. Think about what you’re gonna try to do, think about the good stuff you did, and think about all the stuff you can do things about. You can make your new life good and yours, so do it.

Kabbu:...

Leif:...

Vi: Did that help?

Leif:...A little, probably. Thanks.

Vi: Yeah, whatever, I’m going back to sleep, wake me again and I’ll punch you.

Kabbu: (Sigh) I pray you rest easy, friend.

Leif: Thanks, Kabbu.

Chompy has now successfully reached Leif’s bunk, and she rubs her head all over his fluff. Leif chuckles a bit before petting her a little.

Leif: Thank you too, girl...

Chompy curls up next to Leif and gets to sleeping herself. Leif lays in his bed for a moment, his head yet again racing with thoughts. He thinks about his dream, Vi’s words, what he is...It’s all so complicated, but maybe Vi’s (perhaps overly simple ) talk could be what he needed? Vi’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer but she isn’t the dullest either...Whatever the case, Leif slowly shuts his eyes and drifts back to sleep...

#bug fables #angst #writing #blurb #bf spoilers #leif #muse #kabbu #vi #chompy #rebecca #btw I'm naming these now #also hope you enjoy the attempt at body horror

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nabrizoya · 5 years ago

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Thanks for the prompt, mate, @jb-lh. Sincerely hoping you enjoy this!

Prompt: 46 + “Please don’t say that about yourself. Don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...”

Ship: Thomas x Alastair (Thomastair)

White Tulips and Purple Hyacinths

Ambling through Hyde park with Alastair Carstairs was not what Thomas had expected on a nimble December evening. As such, he was equal parts wary and interested. The London skyline was a melancholy orange blurring against the snow atop trees and buildings. It reminded Thomas of pumpkins covered with cream.

He thrust his fisted hands into his pockets. Silence ensued. “I like blueberries,” Alastair started.

He glanced at the boy next to him. “What?”

Alastair waved his outstretched hand towards a distant tree with budding flowers. There were scars that were beginning to fade on his knuckles, looking elegant on his caramel skin. “Those flowers you see there, they grow into blueberries. I know.”

Thomas looked away, not sure how to respond. Were there blueberry plants in Hyde Park? He decided to say, “I once had a blueberry pastry. It was nice.”

They walked along mutedly, each lost one another’s silence. Thomas felt dreadfully awkward; he should have turned back when he had first noticed Alastair instead of reckoning a conversation. It hadn’t even been him; Alastair had started talking after he’d returned Thomas’s curious yet accidental gaze. Alastair had been by the lake, looking at the ducks forlornly. Did he like ducks?

“You seem to know a lot about flowers,” Thomas ventured finally. He relaxed his fingers in his pocket before adjusting his mittens. Oddly, it struck him only then that Alastair was not donning his gloves. He wasn’t sure what to make of it either. In truth, he had no idea what to make of Alastair at all.

“I do,” Alastair replied, but did not continue. Many moments of silence later, he carried on, “I- when Cordelia and I were children, we grew up in Iran at the Institute.” Thomas looked at him, only to find stagnant brown eyes looking up at him hesitantly. “You would like it there, I think.”

Thomas paused. “I think I would,” he agreed. His interest in history and the slowly growing curiosity towards ancient architecture did lead him to the structural marvels of Persia. He had looked up the books on buildings and the history they contained. London had its fair share of history, but two places were never the same.

“You would,” Alastair confirmed assuredly, his posture and tone changing at the mention of his home. “The lands; every grain of sand in the deserts around, every leaf and flower, each trace of a design and creation has a story. It is life personified. You like history,” he pointed and continued, “you would like Persia.”

“I like history,” he agreed absently. He was more focused on how Alastair’s shoulders had released some tension. “I like languages too. I speak Persian.”

“I know,” he nodded and then froze.

Breeze swayed the trees, gently shaking the leaves that shed their little share of snow. A flew leaves blew into their faces. When they dusted away, there was snow still harbouring the side of Alastair's shining hair.

“Have you read the Rubaiyat?” Thomas asked instead, a little more determined to not let the conversation go astray. Alastair was trying; it wouldn’t harm to see how this discussion could take a different turn. James, surprisingly, was the one to suggest to give Alastair a chance. To tell him that Alastair was indeed trying to mend things. Thomas had then spoken to Cordelia who had only assured to make the choice his.

“Have you forgiven him?”

“I did,” she’d said. “I truly believe my brother is trying to make amends. He has...” Cordelia hesitated. “Thomas, if I tell you something, would you give your word to keep it to yourself?”

When he had promised his assent, Cordelia began to explain the days of desolation that Alastair had spent after returning from the academy. She elaborated on Alastair’s moodiness and withdrawal from reality. How he often resorted to spending his time by himself, making himself unworthy of love and respect and conversation. She mentioned the bruises she had seen along his face and arms as though he had been in battles all day along. Instead, he had been climbing trees, sometimes wielding his spears from the topmost ones as a part of his practice. His aim was very poor, Cordelia had said, much to Thomas’s shock.

“I wish I knew better,” she’d sighed. “He always held darkness in him, and I have come to realise that myself only a few months ago.” With some doubt then, she had further explained the origins of a letter that contained some details that were not Cordelia’s to speak about, a letter about which Alastair had extracted a promise from her.

“I understand,” Thomas sympathized.

“I have not,” Alastair said now, gazing at the flowers around them, “However, I plan to. Cord- Layla gifted a copy of it to me this birthday.” In a soft tone he added, “She wanted- She told me to embrace where I am from and not conceal who I am.”

“Cordelia is wise,” Thomas agreed. “There were moments where a few of my Persian words were smudged by my accent. She offered to correct me. I was glad that she did.”

His companion merely nodded, albeit deftly. Thomas felt his own nerves ease. “Like I mentioned earlier, when we were children growing up in the Institute, we had regal gardens. They are still there and when we frequent it as a vacationing destination, we spend time in the gardens.”

Thomas followed his narrative closely. “Our mother ensured us the knowledge of flowers and their meanings, plants, herbs and the medicinal uses that they can be put to. Cordelia knows them all but I’m afraid I might have forgotten them. We learnt perfumery too.

“I’m ashamed,” he endured. Thomas glanced at him sharply. “Years of my life, I wasted away in hiding- hiding behind insecurity and, uh, and bearing through childhood- and in the process, I have hurt people beyond repair.” Thomas continued to gaze at him, though Alastair did not meet his eyes. Instead, he kept looking ahead, staring off into the distance.

How was he to offer comfort to him here? Thomas looked at the lake and momentarily thought of James. He thought of the kind things he could tell Alastair. However, he was unsure of the meaning and value that Alastair might hold of his words, if Alastair held any.

They trudged in eerie quietude. Songbirds chirped high in the trees, weaving an evening melody. “Cousin Jem told me,” Alastair resumed, “that life offers a second chance to those who ardently seek for it. I do not know why I am telling you this; perhaps I want you to know that my heart weighs down everyday with the guilt I carry for being an arse.” He must have presumed Thomas would laugh at that, but Thomas gave no reply.

He wondered if he could assure him, to tell him to not think or say that about himself, that he was more than that, more than the guilt he carried. Those were the words he would commit to any of his friends with certainty when their esteem fell below their knees. Thomas curled his fingers and relaxed his fists. The words to assure the fellow felt hollow to him; he was desperate to say something, but the wound was still raw. Why hadn’t he turned away? Why did he continue the conversation with him? He wasn’t prepared.

For a briefest moment, Thomas wondered if Alastair really meant his apology, if that even was one. Rage had tore through him for the many months after the confession during Cordelia’s engagement. Now he only felt numb and empty.

Despite the assurances he had about Alastair from his friends, he was uncertain about what to think of him. The tears that his parents had shed when the rumour began to devour their family was vivid in his memory. It was the first time he had seen his father, an excellent, kind and virtuous man, cry. His sisters were pale with anger at the audacity of the Enclave to even partake in such nonsense and his mother had wept, her dignity compromised by mere words. Just a rumour to question years worth of loyalty.

Thomas himself had felt invalidated, but Aunt Tessa’s words were always there for affirmation. He had brushed the rumours off and so had the rest of London eventually. It struck him only then how odd Matthew must have felt when he heard the senseless claims about his father. How Charlotte and Henry had faced their woes. Had there been anybody with whom Matthew had shared his grief? James might know, he thought solemnly, yet his gut nagged no. He didn’t think it was possible that Matthew had shared his pain with someone. The guilt of not being there for his friend began to wreak his heart.

“I- Thomas, I don’t expect you to excuse me. I don’t excuse myself- nor do I expect you to. James did tell me to give you time and I only-” Alastair rambled, stopping to look up and face him. Thomas wondered what his expression conveyed, for Alastair’s face shut up, his form taking on the edge of formality. “It is growing dark,” he declared. “I must leave. It was pleasant seeing you, Lightwood.”

Thomas wasn’t sure what had prompted him thought his hands moved on their own. He held his hand out forth, as if meaning to shake. “Farewell,” he said stonily. Alastair nodded curtly and they parted ways.

Later that evening as night fell over London, Sophie called Thomas to the parlour. He had been looking for more information about Belial, jotting his observations in a notebook he liked to maintain once a moon. Watching Christopher record his observations had encouraged him to write his own thoughts and discoveries down. “These came for you, mi hijo,” his mother said, ruffling his hair with her tired hands when he entered.

Thomas crossed the room towards the contents on the table. On it was a small bouquet of white tulips and purple hyacinths. Inscribed on the small card that came with the flowers were Persian words. They were easy for Thomas to read: the dedication of the Rubaiyat.

White tulips and purple hyacinths denote seeking forgiveness.

Thank you so much for reading!

#thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomas x alastair #i absolutely loved writing this #such raw such discomfort such distress #*chef's kiss*#the last hours #tlh #and you cannot tell me alastair would not give flowers to thomas #mine*

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the-marauders-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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The Cute Barista

Draco Malfoy X Harry Potter - Coffee Shop Au

(not my gifs)

Summary: Harry and Draco meet again after the war, when harry steps into a coffee shop and seeing the cute barista working there.

Word count: 1.8k

Harry found himself in Muggle London, looking for a coffee shop. Ever since the war, he decided to live in the muggle world. As a kid, being the boy who lived caused him to gain a lot of popularity and attention by the wizarding world, which only grew more after the war. Never being one for all the attention, he moved to the muggle world to get away from it all. Although he'd been living in muggle London, he'd barely left his flat. He could still rely on the money his parents left him to get by, and he didn't have any muggle friends so he never had a good enough reason to leave his flat (other than getting groceries and the occasional clothes shopping trip). So, he thought It'd be nice to get out more, maybe make new friends. He soon grew thirsty, which left him here, in search of a coffee shop.

After asking around, he found a coffee shop named CottageVillage Cafe. He opened the door and instantly felt a wave of calm wash over him. The shop looked and felt extremely cozy, and the delicious smell of coffee was all around him. Harry walked up to the counter, waiting for an employee to take his order. What he wasn't expecting, though, was to run into a certain blonde.

"CottageVillage Cafe, how can i hel- oh my god" The blonde stared at the other boy with wide eyes, his skin visibly paling.

Harry also paled a few shades lighter, his own eyes matching the horrified look of the boy's in front of him.

"Malfoy?" he sputtered.

Draco shook his head in disbelief, "Of course, of bloody course this has to happen to me." he covered his face with his hands, then preceding to brush through his hair with his hands nervously.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, surprise still evident on his face.

"Well it's not that easy to make a living in the wizarding world when everyone hates you" he scoffed.

"So now you're working in a muggle coffee shop?" The boy asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Well this is the only place that actually considered giving me a job, and it pays well, so I'm not complaining."

Harry took a moment to examine the boy in front of him. He hasn't seen Malfoy since the trials when he spoke up for him in court. At the trials he looked thin, his face gaunt, hair short and dirty, his eyes a dull gray. He looked utterly miserable. The man in front of him now looked more fit, face fuller and more angular, hair longer than before (about the length it was in 3rd year, he noted), eyes bright, and he looked much happier. He somehow looked like he belonged in the shop, like he was a part of it's very foundation. Harry also noticed that he somehow got more handsome in the time they hadn't seen each other. His eyes wandered down to Draco's arm, his sleeves rolled up, exposing the mark on his left arm. The last time he saw it, it was dark and ugly, the tattoo contrasting starkly against his pale skin. Now, the mark was still there, but it was riddled with flower designs around it, seemingly removing all the negative meanings of the original design.

He only removed his eyes from it when he heard someone behind him say, "Do you mind hurrying up? You're holding up the line."

Malfoy rolled his eyes quickly, "Right, so what is it you want?" He said in a monotone voice.

"Well this is my first time shopping here so I'd rather just get something you recommend."

"If I were you, I'd get a Vanilla Chai Latte, It's my personal favorite drink."

"I'll take your word for it" Harry smiled at Malfoy. He wrote down his order and looked up, meeting Harry's eyes again.

"You can go sit on one of the couches until your order is ready, golden boy."

Harry chucked, "Thanks Malfoy." He then turned around and sat on a couch, waiting for his drink. He found himself staring at the barista taking orders. He greeted each customer with a bright smile, which harry thought looked brilliant on him. He would swiftly take their orders and move on the next person, all of his movements looked graceful and practiced, as if they've been done million times over. In about 5 minutes, he heard his name being called,

"Potter! Vanilla Chai Latte for Harry Potter" Draco said, and Harry could see his painfully handsome smirk from the couch. He stood up and walked to the counter, smile on his face. Malfoy slid his drink across the counter while Harry pulled out his wallet to pay for it. Once he gave Malfoy the bill, he swiped up the drink, taking a sip quickly. Now Malfoy was staring at harry, unable to draw his eyes away form him. He noticed how attractive he'd gotten since he'd last seen him. Sure, he was attractive before, but it seemed that as he matured he only got more handsome. Harry's lips parted from the cup, causing Malfoy to dart his eyes away from him.

"Wow, you were right, that is good. I'll have to come more often."

"Well I'd be happy to take your order."

The next day harry was standing in front of CottageVillage Cafe again. which he tried to convince himself was because the coffee was good, but was actually because he felt drawn to the white haired barista. He swung the door open, bells chiming as he did so. Draco looked up immediately, unconsciously smiling as he saw the raven haired boy walk in and step in the line.

"Good Morning, Malfoy" Draco looked up, instantly enchanted by Harry's smile.

"Morning, boy wonder, same as yesterday?" Harry nodded.

"Well you know the drill, Potter." He tilted his head towards the couches, silently telling Harry to sit down.

Harry did exactly that, finding himself thinking of the other boy yet again.

"Vanilla Chai Latte for The Chosen One, i repeat, Vanilla Chai Latte for The Chosen One."

Harry instantly looked up, smirk evident on his face, standing up and walking to the counter. He grabbed his drink, "Thanks Draco."

Draco froze due to the unexpected use of his first name, which he thought sounded so incredible coming from his lips. His eyes landed on Harry's and he was sure his cheeks had gone a few shades darker.

"You're welcome Harry, It's part of the job" He grinned brightly, causing Harry to have a familiar feeling in his stomach.

"When do you get off work?" Harry asked hopefully.

"At 4:00, why do you ask?" Draco leaned on the counter with an eyebrow raised.

"I was hoping we could catch up, It's been a while."

Draco pretended to think it over before nodding, "Okay golden boy, you can wait here if you want. I'll get off soon." Harry nodded before returning to the couch.

Suddenly it was 4:00 pm, and Draco was clocking out of work. He grabbed his things and walked to the couches, where a certain wizard was expecting him. It felt weird to see him again after everything that's happened, but he seemed to feel glad he walked back into Draco's life. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and sat next to Harry, who smiled at the platinum haired boy.

"So, why did you move to the muggle world?" He started the conversation.

"I just wanted to get away from everything, all the attention."

"I definitely get that, It felt awful. Always being in the public eye meant constant invasion of personal privacy."

"Exactly! It was just so much easier to leave."

"By the way, are you still talking to Granger and Weasley?" Draco asked curiously.

"We talk every now and then, and I have the floo network connected to my flat in case they want to visit."

They talked for what felt like hours when Draco rolled up both his sleeves, causing Harry to instantly take another look at the mark on his arm with flowers surrounding it.

It looks so beautiful on you

Draco's eyes widened and he looked at Harry, and saw that he was staring at his mark. "What?"

Harry's eyes snapped up to meet Draco's, his mouth gaped, opening and closing before he found words. "Did i say that out loud?"

The other boy nodded and smiled softly.

"Well, it's true, I love what you did with it, it looks beautiful on you."

Draco's cheeks dusted a rosy color, "Thank you Harry, I appreciate it." He gave him a soft smile before smirking, "So, are you still going out with the weaslette?"

Harry chuckled, "Her name is Ginny, and no, we're not dating anymore. We both realized that we just weren't meant for each other. I had a few short relationships after we broke up, but none of them ever went anywhere. What about you, how's the dating life going?"

"I had a few flings but they didn't last long, so I'm pretty single right now. For some reason most blokes don't want to date a cute barista that can get them 30% off any cup of coffee." He laughed.

Harry's eyes flashed, "You like blokes?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?" He asked cautiously.

"No, not at all! I'm actually Bisexual!" He said confidently, and Draco suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach, suddenly shifting to curiousity.

"Did you date any guys at Hogwarts?" Harry laughed before putting on a sly smirk, "I had a thing with Cedric Diggory in 4th year." Draco's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're kidding!" Harry shook his head no, and Draco found himself talking again, "Merlin, how did i not notice?" He questioned.

"I think you were too busy trying to get my attention, you know with the whole 'climbing a tree just to insult me' thing" He snorted. Draco softly punched his shoulder, "Shut up!" He said lightheartedly, then spoke again.

"Speaking of the insults, I'm really sorry about that. You guys didn't deserve the torture i put you through." He said softly.

"It's okay. It's forgiven and forgotten. I'm just glad we're here now, starting again." he replied just as soft.

"Thank you Harry. We should do this more often." Harry studies the blonde for a few moments before asking, "Do you wanna go out sometime?"

Draco looked up with wide eyes, "What, like a date?" He said, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"If you want it to be" He said with a smirk.

Draco's smile seemed to reach his eyes, and Harry couldn't help but think he looked positively gorgeous

"I might just take you up on that offer, golden boy."

part 2 ?

also pls pls send me requests !!

#Harry Potter #drarry #harry potter x draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy #harry potter fanfiction

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dontasktheradiodemon · 4 years ago

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Accidental “I Love You” (3/13/2021)

That awkward moment when you accidentally say “I love you” before your boyfriend is ready.

That awkward moment when you accidentally say “I love you” and your boyfriend LITERALLY BOLTS OUT OF THE ROOM.

thoughts & prayers 4 sir pentious @usedhearts

Sir Pentious

It was a normal morning on the airship. Alastor had made breakfast, they'd eaten breakfast, they'd cleaned up and gotten dressed, and now Alastor was about to leave for his rehearsals, per the usual.

Telly leaned down to give him a kiss goodbye, also per the usual, when something not per the usual slipped from his mouth.

Three little innocuous words. Followed by a few more words that aren't as important.

"I love you, have a good day."

He'd already turned to slither down the hall to work on the airship repairs when he realized what he said. Eyes wide, he spun around, hands slapped comically over his mouth.

Alastor

Alastor was already preparing himself to walk from the room when the words registered; and instead he tripped on his feet and stumbled to a stop in the doorway, eyes just as wide, looking at Telly in shock, heart freezing in his chest.

Oh no. He had to say it back now. But he couldn’t even pry his jaws apart. He tried to access the words and dead air hissed in his throat, no signal coming in from this station, just white noise. He couldn’t say it. Maybe he could force the words out if he tried but they would sound forced. He couldn’t do that to Telly.

So he was silent. Was that worse? Did it ruin everything?

Sir Pentious

Telly stood equally as still and equally as quiet, his mind replaying the moment like someone rewinding the same but of a movie over and over again. When he finally found his voice, he just barely was able to squeak out: "I'm sorry."

But once that was out, the cork was pulled and the torrent began.

"I'm so sorry, I've been trying to hold off on saying it, because I didn't want you to feel pressured to say it back! I know you wanted to take things slow from here! You don't have to say it back, it's okay!"

He slapped his hands back over his mouth. Shut up, Pentell, that's QUITE ENOUGH.

Alastor

“I’M sorry.“ He tried. He couldn’t say it. He wished he hadn’t had such a large breakfast, it was turning in his stomach now.

He couldn’t meet Telly’s gaze.

Sir Pentious

Telly started to slither forward, reaching his hand out towards Alastor.

"No, don't be, it's alright, really..."

Alastor

“I should—“ He turned away. “Rehearsal. Shouldn’t be late.”

Sir Pentious

"No, o-of course..." Telly nodded and turned away, too. Well, it seemed like his plans for the day had changed-- swap out 'work' for 'sulk in the tub.'

Alastor

"You have a good day too!" And then he was gone through a portal, as far as he could go.

Like a deer bounding off through the woods, tail flagging in terror.

Like a coward.

Sir Pentious

Telly ran the bath extra hot, to make sure it would stay warmer until becoming tepid. And then he slunk into it, sinking down to the bottom, letting his gills do the work of breathing.

How stupid he was! He couldn't even hold it in this long? How could he just let it slip out like that? Now who knows what Alastor was thinking-- he probably sent him into a spiral of some sort! He screamed under the water, the bubbles boiling the surface momentarily. He couldn't _believe_ himself.

Alastor

He was, in fact, in a spiral of some sort—mostly focused on how he was a coward and an idiot and he'd just pulled the most emotionally immature reaction in history.

Second most emotionally immature. With MOST immature going to "blow everything up and run away forever."

Well, he wasn't going to be quite that stupid this time. As soon as he got home he was making it up to Telly tenfold.

Sir Pentious

When Telly was done being angry with himself, he swam back up to the surface of the tub, laying his arms and head on the side. It was officially sulking time. He wasn't going to move from this tub for a good while.

Alastor

Which gave Alastor time to come back with The Works.

He had a huge bouquet. He had the traditional heart-shaped bow-bedecked box of chocolates. He had a fancy five course dinner, waiting in the kitchen. He had three rented movies. He had his internal jukebox queued up with all the romantic slow dance songs he could think of. He’d fancied up his hair and clothing and spritzed on some very nice perfume. He’d stolen a pile of jewelry, including an entire crown.

And he may have royally failed at saying the words, but by God, before the night was up, he was going to demonstrate them a hundred other ways.

“Telly?” Where was he, he wasn’t working. In his room? “Telly~”

Sir Pentious

He may have fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the tub. In fact, he certainly had as when he woke, it was to Alastor's voice calling his name, and his tub having turned room temperature. Which felt, well, not the best. He shivered a bit, tail reaching to turn the tap for hot water back on, giving a little warmth back to the tub.

"In the bathroom," He called, settling himself and trying to not look _too_ much like he'd been sulking the entire day away.

Alastor

“TELLY! Hello—!” Alastor stopped in the doorway. Here he was with a giant bouquet and candy box, dressed like he was about to hit the red carpet, and there in front of him was a soggy groggy snake. How long had he been there? Alastor was afraid to ask.

Only one thing to do.

He set aside the flowers and candy, took off his shoes, and slid into the tub with Telly. Fancy clothes and all.

Sir Pentious

At the sight of Alastor in those fancy clothes, with a bouquet and chocolates, Telly sat up a little more. Oh. Oh, that was....so sweet of him. He nearly teared up-- until Alastor set the things aside and started for the tub.

"Oh, darling, no, your clothes--" Too late, Alastor was getting in. Telly couldn't help a soft laugh, hand covering his mouth.

"Oh, Alastor...."

Alastor

There was a laugh! So far, so good. “Pah! If the clothes can’t take this, who needs ‘em?” He slid an arm around the edge of the tub—not quite touching Telly’s shoulders, but surrounding them. Smile small and self-conscious, he asked, “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Sir Pentious

His own smile softened further, and his hand moved to cup Alastor's cheek, stroking his thumb there. "Of course you can."

Alastor

Has he been forgiven, then? All the same, after he kissed Telly, he pressed their foreheads together, shut his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry.”

Sir Pentious

"Why are you sorry? _I'm_ the one who screwed up. I didn't want to pressure you, and it just slipped out. _I'm_ sorry." His hand slid back, cupping the back of Alastor's head.

Alastor

“Because I bolted like a scared deer?” He laughed nervously. “The only way I could’ve handled that worse would be by blowing up the airship as I left. Thank goodness I already got *that* out of my system, right?”

Sir Pentious

Telly choked on his own breath trying not laugh at that-- he shouldn't laugh at that! But he is, he's laughing at that, ending with a soft little whine.

"I thought I'd ruined everything. I thought I'd scared you off. But I'm very glad you didn't blow up the airship, even if it _is_ still only half repaired..."

Alastor

“No no no! Oh, I don’t think you could scare me off if you *tried.*” He caught Telly’s hand and pressed his cheek harder into it. “But I shouldn’t have run.” He kissed the palm. “I’m best at expressing myself through words everywhere else—except here. This is one place where words fail me. That word is...” Broken, like glass shards in his lungs, and trying to say it was like trying to force the shards back up through his throat. He had broken it. “... difficult. If you need to hear it, I’ll figure out how to say it. But—in the meantime, I’ll show you other ways. All right?”

Sir Pentious

His face softened again-- as this point, he was positively mushy-- and he leaned in to kiss Alastor again.

"I don't need to hear it-- but, you won't mind if _I_ say it now, yes? Now that the cat's out of the bag, metaphorically, and all. I just....I _like_ saying it. I want to say it, and I want you to hear it. But you don't have to say it back. Showing me that you do in other ways is fine for me, Alastor."

Alastor

“I like hearing it.” And it made him feel ashamed—made him feel like a hypocrite, that he wanted to hear it but couldn’t say it. But if he wanted to hear it and Telly wanted to say it, what sense was there in saying no?

Sir Pentious

"Then, may I say it now? I'd like to say it now." He wrapped his arms around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer in the cooling water.

Alastor

“Please.” He wrapped his arms around Telly (and was suddenly reminded of the layers of wet clothes in between them) and settled his chin on Telly’s shoulder, his ear up next to Telly’s cheek, ready to listen as if these were the most important words he’d ever hear.

Sir Pentious

"Alastor, I love you," He said, the words soft and sweet. Telly followed it with a purr, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I love you so much that I feel fit to burst sometimes."

Alastor

And what do you know, they *were* the most important words he’d ever heard. How strange.

He pulled Telly closer, so Alastor could feel the rumbling in Telly’s chest and perhaps Telly could feel the hissing and clicking in Alastor’s. “Like all you can do is inhale more and you’ve forgotten how to exhale?”

Sir Pentious

He _could_ feel it, and it was breathtaking. What a thing to be able to feel...

"Yes, that's it exactly. Feel like if someone took a pin to me, I'd pop like a balloon."

Alastor

He wondered at how it all worked. The chemical reactions, the hormones, the Rube Goldberg machines in their bodies that triggered the same strange reactions in almost all of the human race but made them feel so unique. “Even if I don’t show it the same way, I want you to know—there’s nothing you feel for me that I don’t feel for you.”

Sir Pentious

"I do. I know." He pulled back, just enough to be able to kiss Alastor again, soft, slow, and tender. Telly put all the love he could into that kiss, wanting it to suffuse the whole thing.

Alastor

“*Good.*” And he returned the kiss. Crisis over. Next time, he’d do better.

After a moment, as his thoughts started to wander—weird romance chemical reactions, the word, the apology—he remembered the dinner he’d left a couple shadows in charge of heating in the kitchen and sat back with a gasp. “Oh! I planned a whole date night for us! Dinner, music, movies—you saw the flowers, right—?”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I did see the flowers, I think I saw those before you even got fully in the room." He laughed and stroked Alastor's cheek again.

"A date night? Oh, I feel underdressed now!" Telly smirked, gesturing to himself and the fact he was completely nude.

Alastor

“Well, we can certainly fix that!” He slid his arms behind Telly’s back and tail and scooped him up (with a heaping helping of magical assistance) and carried him out of the tub, to set him down on a towel and start drying him off. “I’m not going to make you go rent a tux at this hour, but I want you to *feel* fancy!”

Sir Pentious

Telly couldn't help the yelp that left him at being lifted-- so _that_ was what that felt like! He'd have to remember the next time he decided to sweep Alastor into his arms. His own wrapped around said Radio Demon, holding on for dear life. He sighed in relief when lowered onto the towel, humming a bit and raising a brow.

"Oh? How are you going to make me feel fancy?" Cue a teasing flick of his tongue. "Tell me, Alassstor~"

Alastor

His heart leaped into his throat. "Careful with that hiss. But I think I'm developing a theory about what those French girls were so into." (Never mind the fact that the thought of the entire population of England incorporating a hiss into their accents was hilarious.)

"I've got a couple of ideas, but..." He dried off his clothing with a snap, then opened his suit jacket like a trench coat-wearing watch salesman to show off the jewelry inside. Crown included, somehow. "You tell me what will make you feel fancy."

Sir Pentious

"Oh, you mean thisssss hissssss?" He exagreated the sound a bit more, letting his tongue flick out longer as he did, a smarmy smile on his face. And then his eyes widened at the sight of all that jewelry.

"Oh my...." His eyes raked over all of it. "That'sss been there thiss whole time? How in the world did you not ssink to the bottom of the tub."

Telly laughed and narrowed his eyes a bit, grin widening. "How much do you think we can fit on me?"

Alastor

Alastor let out an exaggerated sigh like a lovelorn starlet. “Oh, that *very* one—although it sounds even better when you’re saying my name.”

His grin widened as Telly’s eyes popped open. “Oh, I’ve got a trick or two.” (Magic, probably.) He glanced at the array of jewels consideringly—all gold chains and gaudy stones, and as many nautical-themed pieces as he could get his hands on—and then at Telly’s arms, shoulders, and neck. “Why don’t you go pick something you think would look nice underneath all this, and we’ll see just how much of it we can fit on you?”

Sir Pentious

Telly smirked at him, eyes half lidded as he 'stood'. He slithered close, his hand reaching to grab at Alastor's waist, dragging slowly across his chest and then over his shoulder and down his arm as he moved. He took Alastor's arm with him for a brief moment, leaving a kiss dusted on his knuckles before letting go completely.

"Alright, Alasssstor, give me a few minutes, I'll find ssomenting nice." Out of the bathroom and to his closet he went. He dug through and around and then stumbled on just the thing. Slipping it on, he hummed, returning to his bedroom proper.

"Oh, Alassssstor~" He called, smoothing out the skirt of his dress. The pretty red one he'd worn the day after the masquerade, it was perfect. Silky and off the shoulder, dipping low enough in the chest to see the eye there, and fitting wonderfully to his curves, he knew Alastor would like it.

Alastor

And just like that Alastor was reduced from smug jewelry dealer to starstruck twitterpatted admirer. Oh, the grace of him, the *look* he got in his eyes when he was as confident as he should be... “Sure!” His voice cracked a little. Ahem. “I’ll be here.”

He tugged on his shoes as he waited. And grabbed up the bouquet and chocolate. Damn, look at this bouquet. He was *killing* it at being romantic today—

And there was his sibilant cue. He entered the bedroom—and stopped dead. Two different love songs and a wolf whistle sound effect tried to play at the same time. “That looks even better on you in person.”

Sir Pentious

And oh, the smug look on this snake just grew three sizes at that. His chest puffed and he preened a bit, clawed hands pulling his hood over his shoulder to stroke.

"Yess, I thought you might like to ssee it in persson ssince you never got to when I wore it lasst! And, after all, it _iss_ your colour! It'ss rather perfect for tonight, don't you think, Alasssstor?" He gave Alastor the bedroom eyes as he slithered closer. He held himself tall, just so he could lean himself down, oh so seductively. His hand held Alastor by the jaw, stroking it idly as he spoke next.

"I feel like I sshould be wearing ssome make up, don't you? Mind helping a ssnake out, there, Alassssstor?"

Alastor

“I think it’s your color, now.” He leaned just *slightly* further in with each stroke to his jaw. Please rip his throat out. But gently and slowly. “It would be my unparalleled pleasure.”

Sir Pentious

"Good." He let his hand slide to cup Alastor's chin, thumb nail stroking over his lower lip, and then down his chin as his hand slid down to drag that claw slowly down Alastor's neck. He released him and straightened, slithering over to the vanity and seating himself.

"I think that lipstick you've been wearing would be a good shade to match this dress. Where is it, love?"

Alastor

Alastor kept perfectly still, silent but for the static hissing around him, interlaced with crackles and murmurs each time Sir Pentious brushed something that set of fireworks in Alastor’s mind—his lip, the tip of his chin, his throat.

Oh, confidence looked *so* good on him.

He ghosted through the shadows to Telly’s side, lipstick already held out in one hand.

Sir Pentious

He smirked at how quickly Alastor obeyed his command-- and at how quiet he was being, nothing but the soft static. He reached out to take the lipstick, popping open the tub. He made a show of rolling it up and slowly applying it. Telly was careful to keep it nice-- he knew it wouldn't last, not with how they both were, but it would look good for the time being. He smacked his lips together, capping it and setting it aside, as he took a tissue to gently dab and fix it.

Once that was done, he turned just a bit, smiling at Alastor. "What do you think? Should we bother with matching eyeshadow, or is this good?"

Alastor

“Well! Quite honestly, my good Sir?” Alastor smiled brightly at him. Utterly smitten. “I can’t imagine any eyeshadow that could compare to your beautiful eyes.”

Sir Pentious

Oh, Alastor gets the Shy Snake look now. And a batting of eyes. "Well, then, I think I'm ready for dinner...And perhaps the jewelry we can put on me after? Or during. But well...."

He looked absolutely bashful now. "I haven't really eaten all day-- I'm starving."

Alastor

The poor thing really *had* been in the tub all day. And all Alastor’s fault. But he was determined to make sure that when Telly thought back on this day, that wouldn’t be the part he remembered.

Alastor bent down to kiss Telly’s cheek and whisper seductively, “I got a five course dinner.” Was there anything sexier than a five course dinner? By now Alastor had performed enough sex acts that he was confident in saying no, there wasn’t. “But if I might recommend *one* accessory for your dinner ensemble...” He pulled aside the corner of his jacket, displaying that crown again.

Sir Pentious

Telly smiled and nodded. "Yes, I think that one would go wonderfully."

He lowered his head to allow Alastor to put it on him. "Please, do the honors."

Alastor

He took it out and closed his jacket—yeah, it really shouldn’t have fit under there—and then carefully set it on Telly’s head. Don’t mind him if he also plays a couple lines of “God Save the Queen” to go with this faux coronation.

Sir Pentious

Telly smiled at Alastor as he lifted his head, and then turned to look at himself in the vanity mirror. Oh, yes, that looked _lovely_.

"I _do_ like myself in a crown," He murmured, before turning to beam at Alastor.

"Well, my gentleman suitor, shall we adjourn to the dinning room?"

Alastor

“I like you in a crown, too. You should wear one more often.” A wink. “Maybe get a day job that requires one in the uniform, I don’t know.”

He stepped back and bowed, offering his hand. “I would be *delighted* to escort you to dinner.”

Sir Pentious

Telly took Alastor's arm, slithering toward the kitchen, and the meal that awaited, floating on air. Today was certainly ending much better than it began, and he was glad for it.

#usedhearts #chat log #((bonus: Telly has a moment being Tall & Confident and Alastor has the exact same reaction everyone else gets to that resident evil lady))#((OBVIOUSLY this is backdated since Telly’s been freely calling Alastor ‘love’ for a while but it’s GOOD RELATIONSHIP BUILDING))

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? I can’t make any dish. I wonder when I’ll get my ass up and start learning...

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? I wouldn’t dare; I have no skills in that department at all.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? Angela and Hans came over so we can watch Sowoozoo.

How many long term relationships have you been in? One.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My default is lights out, but sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on and that’s fine too.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? I don’t really do forgiving.

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? No. I’ve tried listening to her songs but I find them too slow for my liking.

Do you know your blood type? It’s O but I keep forgetting what specific type.

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes.

Have you got your period at the moment? It’s on its last few days.

Have you ever been pregnant? Nopes.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? I was around 10 or 11, can’t remember exactly. But it was in 2009 and we headed to Boracay.

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? No. OMG, adult activity I don’t quite understand just yet hfdhfkdjfhdf.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yeah they’re both grumbling right now just outside of my room because the power went out lmfao.

When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never done this. Apples don’t grow here.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? My pay for the last two weeks haha, but that’s not coming until Friday.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No, I wouldn’t dare. I’m pretty unpredictable when I get drunk, so I’d rather stay safe haha. I’ve worked while tipsy, but it had been outside of work hours.

How many bedrooms are in your house? 4. One for each kid, then my parents’.

Are you smart about computers? Nah.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? We didn’t have the game on our Wii, but I’ve played Just Dance before, just at other peoples’ houses.

Do you own a Xbox 360? We were a Playstation household.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? Erm, sure, whatever.

So, do you need a nap? I think I should be taking one for the sake of my health, but I won’t.

What would you rather be doing? I stumbled upon a Facebook post of this newly-opened store in Greenhills that exclusively sells photocards and I wanna head the fuck over there rn with Angela. That store concept is practically unheard of so it’s a big deal and I wanna go there as I’m 100% sure the BTS ones would sell out pretty fast. But they heightened the stupid COVID protocols yet again and we have to stay at home, so there’s that.

What sport are you the best at? Table tennis.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah but she’s turning 21 this year, so little wouldn’t be accurate anymore. We call her Nina at home but everyone else calls her by her full first name, Janina.

Do you complain a lot? I do complain a lot but I also do the thing that is causing the complaint right after so I can shut myself up lmao.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Both sound fun but I’ll probably take the temple. Yay for learning something new about culture!!

Do you like fruity or minty gum? I don’t mind flavor when it comes to gum because they fade out anyway.

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? My company set another mental health break day this upcoming August 27th, so I’ll be thinking about that day throughout the month.

Have you ever gotten detention? We don’t have detention.

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Sure.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. < Same. I can be brand-conscious sometimes, but generally if I find something cute, regardless from where I found it, I’d grab it.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Technically yeah. It was a single album.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I already have two of them.

Ever cried so much you threw up? Possibly.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans.

What do you two do when you hang out? We usually eat out and have a drink or two.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Spotlight, just because it looked boring at first glance. It turned out to be very riveting and the screenplay was fascinating as well.

Do you even like horror movies? Yes, but they’re best watched with other people.

Do you live in the country? Nopes.

What is your favorite accent? I don’t have one.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? I had the chance to try out Pepsi when we went to Taco Bell two weeks ago - it was my first time to have it and it was...actually pretty good??? The soda-hater in me was scandalized HAHAHA but it was good!!! I think I prefer Pepsi now.

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? My 21st birthday started out terribly because Gabie’s family didn’t want her to hang out with me on a Sunday (the day my birthday fell on), so we were in an argument the whole day. Angela saved the day when she planned out an impromptu dinner + arcade date for me, and that was the only good part of the day, really. I’d rather forget the rest of it.

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? I don’t think so.

Do you take a lot of pictures? I’m starting to, now.

What kind of face wash do you use? Good ol’ water.

Does drama always seem to follow you? Not these days.

Does anybody in your family race? Nope.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? Dad, I guess. But I wouldn’t particularly call myself ‘close’ with either.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I never received money from them.

How long do you want to live with your parents? Maybe up until my mid-20s? Late-20s at the latest. I’m not exactly in the position to move out yet. The money I make at the moment would probably just be enough to cover rent, and just rent. I’d end up starving to death hahaha.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? Sure.

Do you secretly like someone? I don’t.

Would you ever date your best male friend? No. I also wouldn’t do that to Angela.

What are you currently listening to? Moon by Jin! Such a comfort song.

Do you want to be single? Yes.

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in and was knocked out pretty early since I had been up since 1 AM.

Have you pretended to like someone? No. I don’t see why I would have to that.

How is your heart lately? Just filled with nothing but Bangtan at this point haha. It’s doing well!

Are you wearing socks? No. Socks bother me for the most part; they make my feet feel a bit suffocated.

What do people call you? Robyn.

Do you get stressed out easily? Yeah, I’m quite the overthinker.

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No, I’ve never actually been inside an ambulance, whether it came for me or for another person.

What is wrong with you right now? I should probably cut back on the vaping, for one.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? No.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? It’s hard for me to sleep with someone else. Even when I had been in a relationship, I usually only got to fall asleep an hour or so after my partner already dozed off.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No, I cut ties at the start of the year and have been substantially better since then.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? I honestly don’t think so. I’m the bigger crybaby between us.

Did you get any compliments today? My mom thanked me for covering for Cooper’s shots today since they ended up being quite costly.

Have you ever gone to a beach? Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places to be.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Pass up on the offer.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? I’ve never had the ample time to, so no. I’ve always wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter, though.

Do you have long nails? They’re not dramatically long, but they have started to grow out.

Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. < Same.

Do you generally look nice in photos? I think this is the case these days, yeah. I’ve started feeling more confident and I think it’s able to translate in photos.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No.

What colour are your father’s eyes? Dark brown.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? BTS DUH

Name three facts about your family? I come from a family of lawyers; many of us are big history buffs; and many are also fantastic cooks so I don’t know where that talent could have possibly gone when it come to my generation hah.

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? If I’ve reached a certain level of investment in the relationship, I could probably handle it.

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? A Punk shirt and Petals For Armor physical CD from Andi this last Christmas.

What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. < Yessssss!

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I don’t.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carving pumpkins sounds fun, especially since I haven’t tried it before.

Do you think you’re important? Idk. I don’t really like drawing attention to myself though, so that could probably answer your question.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Andi wrote a letter for me to accompany the aforementioned Christmas gifts they gave, and it remains to be my favorite letter I’ve received. They essentially reminded and affirmed me that I’m stronger than I think I am, and that I’ve been through a lot and have grown a lot, and that that growth is seen by people around me.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? No.

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? Just to different cities, but considering how tiny my country is, the move is quite insignificant lol.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? I’m 100% sure I don’t know how to properly hold chopsticks, but I have my own way and it works lol. Fake it til you make it.

Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. < Same. I don’t mind leading, especially considering the control freak I can be lolol.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten anything today. I skipped breakfast since I brought Cooper to the vet, and by the time I got back the dining table had already been cleared. It’s fine though, I don’t feel too hungry.

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? I’d be with Angela, Reena, and Hans at that insane new photocard store I talked about earlier. IDEALLY, we’d probably pick up a photocard or two if the ones we want aren’t sold out yet (lol a rarity), then we’d have some nachos and stuff right after and just talk about all things Bangtan lol with Hans cracking us up the whole time since he is just naturally hilarious.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? Content. Happy. I feel warm and loved and surrounded by the best people.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? Learning how to cook is one.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? Not really.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Being in the purple ocean with my best friends.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? A part of me wishes my final face-to-face conversation with Gabie had been a more solid closure, just so we could finally put a hard stop to that chapter. But at that time I thought we would continue talking, so there had still been some stuff lingering in the air when we called it a day and parted ways. So in a sense we never really got closure when I finally cut ties, which the ESTJ in me remains to be nagged by, but I try not to be bothered by it anymore considering how much better I am doing right now. We didn’t know the future at the time, so it’s okay the way things turned out, ultimately.

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I have no clue. It’s not really a priority.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I’m fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ Nah.

How many drugs are in your system? Just caffeine.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Werkwerkwerkwerk.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? Nopes.

Do you call anyone baby? I don’t.

What’s your current mood? I’m prety neutral. I wish I could be out right now, but stupid Covid and stupid quarantine. But I don’t really mind staying at home, either, so. I’m just so-so.

Do you think you are a good person? I hope so.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? I watched Sunday mass with my family.

How late did you stay up last night? Around midnight.

When was the last time you cried really hard? I cried just a few days ago because period hormones, but the last time I cried hard? I’m not sure. April maybe?

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? LOL yes it’s soooooooo long already.

#survey #surveys

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A Garden of Memories; A Guild Wars 2 Story

After finally defeating another Elder Dragon, Commander Pirkko takes some time to mourn those who gave everything so she could be here now. And yet, even in death she is determined that something new and beautiful will regrow from the ashes. They will not be forgotten.

In a garden that holds the memories of lost friends, comrades, and perhaps even foes, she and Caithe share a moment of grief for yet another who left this world far too soon.

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“... Commander, do you have a moment?” Pirkko hardly looked up, even as she heard familiar footsteps approaching softly across the grass. She didn’t feel like talking to Caithe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to anyone.

She finished her work nonetheless, gently tapping down a small mound of loose soil with the flat of her gardening shovel. Her head raised, eyes watching the Firstborn’s approach. Caithe paused. Their tiredness made them seem like mirror reflections, two sylvari warriors worn down by loss and regret. In spite of herself, Pirkko’s expression softened, a long, heavy sigh escaping her lips as she straightened and brushed the dirt off her knees.

“I can talk. What is it, Caithe?” Her voice was quiet, betraying the wound carried deep in her soul. The Firstborn stood before her, looking to the Commander’s half-finished project contemplatively. There was no doubt in Pirkko’s mind that she knew exactly what it was meant to be, even as rough as it was.

“A statue is being constructed in Trahearne’s memory,” she answered softly. “It will stand near the Grove’s entrance once it’s been completed. The others planned to send you a letter when it was done, but.. I felt it would be best for you to hear this news in person.”

The Commander was silent for a long moment…

She could still feel the blade in her hands, the tears on her cheeks.

“... I’m sorry,” Caithe amended quickly, frowning, “I suppose I wasn’t the best choice of messenger. I’ll leav—”

“Don’t go.” Pirkko cut her off, rubbing her eyes with one fist. “I… Thank you, for telling me. You didn’t have to do that.” She looked back to the unfinished latest addition to her garden, chest tight. “It’s just… A lot. That’s not your fault.”

Caithe nodded. “You were very close, I know.”

“He was a good man.” Pirkko could feel that agony in her chest twisting, keen as a knife. “He didn’t deserve to die like that. It’s a fate I wouldn’t have wished on my worst enemy, let alone…” She took a long, rattling breath, looking away. “... Caithe. Does it ever get any easier?”

Caithe crouched at the small planting site, pulling a seed from her coat. She pressed it into the soil, then rested her hand lightly on top… A few small sprouts poked up, fresh green leaves unfolding in the Grove’s warm light.

“Losing someone?” She let the saplings twine around her fingers briefly before drawing them back, watching them slowly reach upwards. “Over time, you become used to the pain of it. It no longer strikes so sharply or so deep, but it never quite goes away. Each fresh wound leaves a new scar in its wake.”

Pirkko picked up a broken sword from its place against the wall of her home, striding forward and placing it into a humble pedestal at the new tree’s roots. Caithe’s vine wound around it, framing the blade perfectly. She stepped back, admiring their handiwork.

“So, no,” Caithe decided finally, “I suppose it doesn’t.”

“... I’m sorry about Faolain.” Pirkko gave her a sympathetic look. “I know that had to be hard for you.”

“She was lost to me long before that,” she answered. “Whatever was between us withered and died many years ago.”

“I know.”

Everything was quiet for a long, solemn moment. Mordremoth was dead, but Caithe was right, she knew. The damage it left behind was never going to completely heal, not really. Faded marks would always remain. On the land, across their skin, and deep in the hearts of all those who had witnessed its rampage and lived.

“... Commander.” Caithe looked out at the garden before them, her gaze even harder to read than usual. “If I may ask, are all of these..?”

“... Yes.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets, looking out over the display.

There were so many flowers here. The entire patch of earth was covered in them.

“It’s beautiful. I’m sure they would have appreciated the gesture, too.”

“Thank you. I think so, too.”

Another moment of silence came, but it was different from the solemn, sad quiet that hung over the pair before. Even from death, something new could one day regrow. Their memory was preserved not in cold, hard stone, but in the continuation of life itself. There was something poetic about that.

It was only then that Caithe noticed a single plant that was different from the others. A tangled rose bush stood alone at an edge of the garden, adorned with vibrant red-orange blooms. Pretty as it was, its thorns were sharp, glittering dangerously in the noon sun.

“... Even one for her, Commander?” Caithe raised an eyebrow slightly.

“As I said… That was a fate I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”

The Firstborn shook her head in disbelief. “Sometimes I fear you may be too soft for your own good.” She gave the bush a bitter glare. “After everything she put all of us through, I hardly think she deserves a memorial.”

“It’s not about what she deserves.” Pirkko’s tone held a careful, restrained frustration. “And I haven’t forgiven her for what she did. But… As Ventari said, everything has a right to grow. No one else will mourn her, so I will instead.”

“Scarlet didn’t want anyone to mourn her,” Caithe pointed out. “Her solitude was a choice. She didn’t care about anyone but herself, even to the end.”

“Then I’ll be kinder than she was.”

A sigh of exasperation drifted across the clearing. “You really are too soft.” She looked to the rose bush once more. “You may recall the rest of that tenet; the blossom is brother to the weed. A thistle would have better suited her.”

Pirkko snorted. “And risk stepping on it? No thanks. Roses may have thorns, but at least they’re easy to see.” Caithe couldn’t help a wry smile.

“Fair enough. She would have enjoyed that a bit too much.”

“Exactly.”

Pirkko stretched briefly, then started gathering up her tools and putting them away. “Ah, I should probably finish up here and get a look at that statue. I’m curious how it’s turning out, hopefully they don’t make it too pretentious.”

“Don’t worry, it’s in good hands,” Caithe promised with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure it will come out nicely. Want me to lead the way?”

“Go on ahead,” replied Pirkko, “I’ll catch up, I’m sure it can’t be that hard to find.” The Firstborn nodded, heading off to their destination. Only once she was out of sight did the Commander look to another of the garden’s dearest inhabitants. A few blooms of columbine were in view, a lovely mix of deep red-brown, pristine white, and vibrant yellow. Reaching up from soft green leaves, they even looked a bit like the magister they memorialized.

She smiled faintly. It was good fighting by your side again, sister. I just wish it had been under better circumstances. The young sylvari lowered her head a moment. Thank you, Sieran. I’ll never forget you.

The Commander finished stowing her tools and finally left the garden behind.

But she could never leave behind the memories, even if she had wanted to.

#Guild Wars 2 #GW2 #sylvari #fanfiction #cw; character death mention #post-Heart of Thorns #Regrowth AU #yes this is canon to the Regrowth AU!#hi yes hello guess who finished Heart of Thorns and is emotionally compromised

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