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votederpycausemufins · 3 years ago

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more content for the SF series! (since the first one was Summoning Family and now it's Surprisingly Familiar). i can't believe it's chapter 5. and i'm not sure if i mean can't believe it's only ch. 5, or already ch. 5. you know, both is good!

Edit: iforgottotagpeople iforgottotagpeople iforgottotagpeople!!! @petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel forgive meeeee

“Let me take care of one thing before we explore the rest of the server.” Sense spoke up, Grian only half paying attention. “You can explore as you see fit, but I wouldn’t wander too far.”

As the redstoner walked away, Grian went the other direction for a few steps before stopping. “Are you going to keep following me around or what?” There was no immediate answer, but then someone appeared near Grian.

“Well, you look different than before.” Came an echoey voice from the figure who was greyed out and transparent. “What happened?”

“I’m from the past, but not the past here, so I’m not going to be able to fix whatever is wrong with you.” Grian replied, crossing his arms. It had already been explained that Grifter went looking for a new dimension to find alternate versions of his family since apparently the real versions weren’t the best. Grian didn’t fully believe it at this point, but Sense said Grifter would bring back some proof, which was a little worrying.

“There’s nothing you need to fix for me.” The ghost, because that’s all it could be, responded. “There is no business I have unfinished that you could finish for me. And that’s fine with me. It means I can help and explore with little worry, though I do like this castle.”

“Right.” Grian responded, unsure how to feel about the ghost. He already dealt with a few at school, some better than others, so he wasn’t exactly sure how this one would act. “Well, I would like if you stopped following me around.”

“Alright Grifter.” The ghost replied, and then left, going down a hallway before disappearing. Even with them gone, Grian still felt on edge, so he didn’t go far, just going back to where he had been left. When Sense did finally come back, Grifter was with him again, which finally helped Grian feel a bit safer again.

“Alright, so, I’ve talked with a few people to make sure they don’t cause problems as well as pick up some papers with information you might want to know. And you don’t need to worry about it getting damaged because it’s magically protected.”

“Your magic, or other Listeners?” Grian asked, which surprised Grifter. He looked over to Sense who didn’t look as concerned and quickly explained.

“I gave Grian a quick tour of the castle and explained some things along the way. About the magic from being a Listener. How Grian may still have magic but is also still considered in-training so his magic is much weaker. How you came here trying to dimension hop for Taurtis again and how that went. Things like that.”

Grifter smiled and gave Sense a kiss, which he used to quietly whisper a message to him. He then pulled back and made sure Grian definitely heard him the second time he spoke to keep up appearances. “Thank you. And he took it well? I mean… I- he does look a little…”

Grian crossed his arms. “I’m fine. I’ve got the basics which is already pretty helpful. If I can learn how to use magic, I might be able to use that when I go back and save Taurtis since obviously new dimensions are off the table again.”

Grifter raised an eyebrow and Sense elaborated. “So far he’s only hopped once and got rid of their second universe versions.”

“It would be complicated if there were two of us. I mean, it’s already complicated enough with you and me and we look pretty different, what with you being older and all.”

“Yeah, same sentiment when I got here.” Grifter agreed. “Essentially this place is all flipped around. I mean, dad here is Death instead of mom, the Sam here was good, The me- you- us here was like some sort of god and got imprisoned. Stuff like that. People see me and think I’m the one that got imprisoned, so they used his name for me, and I mean, it’s pretty close to Grian.”

“You really don’t mind?” Grian asked, making Grifter shrug.

“Well, either way the nickname is Gri, so I don’t mind too terribly much. And it’s better than… you know.”

Grian shuddered a little before Grifter started leading them all away, putting the small stack of papers he had into a bag and giving the bag to Grian. The teen took the bag and opened it up to look inside, finding the newly added papers as well as a bunch of pink things. Pulling one out, Grian was surprised to find it was a sword, and another a shovel. He put those back in and then pulled out some yellow carrots, which seemed to glitter as he held them in the light. “What is all of this?”

Grifter turned around to face Grian, walking backwards a few steps to see what was being talked about. “Oh, that’s a bunch of starter gear. I mean, normally it would be iron, but I doubt you wanted that, and I’m sort of in charge around here - long story - so I upgraded you to aetherite which is as good as you can get here. You’ve got a sword, pick, axe, shovel, and a full set of armor. I’ve also given you golden carrots and plenty of steak so you won’t be hurting for food. Also there’s a crossbow and plenty of stuff to load it with, like arrows, darts and fireworks.”

Grian nodded slowly, looking through the bag again. “Okay, can I like… get trained how to use these? I mean I sort of know how to use this stuff from, you know. But I mean, can I get a gun or something?”

“Oh of course!” Sense was the one to reply, putting down a shulker box. “What type are you after? Standard or more upgraded?”

“Handgun with plenty of ammo before reloading sounds best.” Grian said, looking into the box. Sense helped him find one that fit what he liked as well as ammo that matched, and then it went in the bag.

“I still think you should train with the other weapons to be safe, but gun still is better than umbrella.” Grifter commented, getting a look from Grian before he confirmed that, yes, someone’s main weapon of choice around there was an umbrella.

“Alright, now that you’re geared up, let’s get on with a proper tour!”

A good sized team entered into Helscraft, consisting of Mumbo, Grum (Jrum wanted to stay behind and watch Kokatori, but Mumbo thought it might also be some fear of getting stranded again), Doc, Tommy, Phil, Xisuma, and Paul. Wilbur and Techno also tagged along when they heard the news, refusing to let their brother disappear again. More of the hermits wanted to go, but with the two triplets refusing to take no for an answer and Xisuma not wanting to take too many people to hels at once, they didn’t really have room.

Xisuma attempted to get all of them to the main spawn island for the world, but that didn’t quite work out with everyone except him arriving there. That was soon followed by Grum taking charge and leading them through the world and to the foot of a black and yellow building, which he knocked on the door of.

A few minutes later, the doors finally opened to someone in dark red armor and a helmet with a much more standard design. “What do you want? I’m in the middle of something.” The person said, looking just at Grum at first. “Oh, it’s you. If NPG isn’t at home, he’s probably-”

“No. We need Xisuma back.” Grum spoke up, and this time the person looked up at the rest of the group and sighed.

“Honestly, I finally got him back here again and you’ve got to take him away immediately? Here I thought it was finally something to improve this… horrid week. What do you need him for anyway? Isn’t he just a chauffeur or whatever?”

Tommy was the first to respond, pushing to the front of the group. “Look bitch, we don’t want to deal with any more shit right now. Just hand over him and Grian so we can leave.”

Though the red tinted visor, Tommy could just barely see the hels admin raise an eyebrow. “Grian? My brother is the only one here from wels not in your group.”

“Wrong answer fucker! We know that Gr-” Tommy was cut off as something lowered from the ceiling. Everyone stared as a pink worm on a string descended from somewhere inside the door. It had yellow paper cutouts of a mask, cape and M decorating it, and it kept getting lower until it was eye level with Evil Xisuma, then lightly bonked against his helmet a few times.

The way the hels admin slumped slightly and his eyes stared back just showing how done he was with everything. “Would you excuse me for just one second?” He said, and then the worm started to go back up before EX grabbed it, trapping it in a fist, then yanking down, someone falling from the ceiling a moment later. “Get out of my house Phedaz.”

The helsmit with dark blue hair, matching pale blue skin that faded to black on his arms and pitch black eyes picked up the discarded worm on a string before scuttling off through the door on all fours, racing past the team after Grian. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Phedaz.” EX said in a bored and defeated tone. “He’s been doing that all week. I just wanted to torture my brother a little to blow off some steam, is that too much to ask?”

“When we’re looking for Grian, it really is.” Mumbo spoke up, making the Helsmit sigh.

“Well, Grian’s not here, only NPG. Not even Grifter is here, and he hasn’t been here for a day or two now. That being said, Sense did leave a few hours ago, likely to meet up with that bastard.”

“Okay, so where are they?” Paul spoke up, getting EX’s attention.

The hels admin stared at Paul before pulling out a potion of some sorts and chugging it. “I’m not sane enough for this right now. Go talk with Theseus will you? Come back here when you need to leave or whatever and I’ll let you have him.”

“Alright! And that’s about it for the tour!” Grifter said cheerily as he, Grian, Sense, and now the two hels bots arrived at the castle again. “Now as a reminder, you should do your best to stay away from any areas we did not tour just to be on the safe side. The one exception would be where Euro and Krys are staying, but it’s far enough away I wouldn’t bother, plus Silski always likes to visit and staying away from him in general is a good idea.”

Grifter was going to say more, but then Sense stopped walking. “Oh for fucks sake, he’s back.”

Grian looked over to where Sense was looking and saw someone vaguely familiar leaning against the castle wall. They wore a trench coat and a beanie that struggled to hold down their very puffy brown and grey hair and they also held a guitar, quietly strumming a few cords. “Hey, you’re back. Missed you at the show.”

Before Grian could ask any questions, Grifter stomped over to the person, followed by Sense who was getting out a weapon. “Off the property Wile.”

“Pay me.”

“I’m not paying you. Leave.”

The person, Wile, stared Grifter down for a few seconds before shrugging. “Nah, gotta pay me first. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.” And he started to play the first few notes of a song. He didn’t get far though, because Sense walked up to him. He didn’t even use his weapon to attack, simply yanking the guitar from his hands and smashing it against the castle wall in one fluid motion.

Wile looked down at the broken pieces of his instrument for a moment before pulling out a second guitar and continuing the song. Sense yelled in frustration while Grifter pulled a few feathers out of his wings. Grian reacted more than his copy, wincing at what was likely painful, but the hels didn’t mind. He instead used the pulled feathers as knives, stabbing them into Wile until he dropped to the ground, dead.

“Oh my god! Is he dead?!” Grian yelled after the person didn’t move for a while.

“Yes and no.” Grifter replied, kicking the body to the side. “He respawns, it’s just his corpse stays with his shit in it. Seesee, would you be a dear?” Sense didn’t get a chance to react as Sefter walked up first and heaved the body over his head, then chucked it as far as he could away from the castle. “Hmm, well that works too I guess.”

Grian stared in the direction of Wile’s corpse before turning back to Grifter. “Who… Who was that?”

“Wile.” Grifter replied. “Essentially the Wilbur here. The only plus to him over Wil is that he mostly just sticks to L’Manberg.”

“Oh? Where’s that?” Grian asked. It wasn’t a place they really covered in the tour, but a few other countries had been mentioned.”

“Yeah, no. I don’t want you heading over there.” Grifter replied. “Sense, back me up here.”

Grian was a little surprised by Grifter calling the redstone by his name and not a nickname. “I know you said you’re… well you’re most likely over eighteen.”

“I am, but what does that have to do with it?” Grian asked, rolling his eyes slightly.

“L’Manberg’s a stripclub.”

That left Grian silent for a few seconds before he simply said, “Oh.”

“Well, now that things are awkward, I suppose you could meet some of the better parts of the family. They weren’t around for so long, they won’t be able to tell that past me isn’t past Grifter.”

“Who exactly is everyone here?” Grian asked, following Grifter as he started to walk off away from the castle again, Sense and the bots heading inside.

“Alright, I already covered Dad being Death.” Grifter started to explain. “Technically there’s another death which is his brother, but we don’t really cover him. Mom is named Krystina, or just Krys.” Grifter then gestured to where Wile’s body was thrown. “We already covered Wilbur and Wile. Instead of Techno, we have Euro, who mostly lives with Krys. Theseus is Tommy, and he’s moved elsewhere.”

“Why do I feel like there’s more?” Grian asked with slight hesitance.

Grifter shrugged. “Because there is. That’s just the bit you’re familiar with. Even though Wile’s a stripper, he is married to Sadie. Sadie has a kid named Fleur who’s a little older than you are right now. Krys also half adopted Silski, so technically that’s another sibling but I won’t count them. If you do want to, then they’re married and have a kid, but that’s not really important.”

“So… Sadie, Fleur, Silski, and two other people?” Grian asked, making sure he was following along. “Can I know their names just to be safe?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Silski’s married to this guy named Toob and they adopted a kid named Jane. Well, technically it’s ꄘ꒓ꂑꋫꁍꀭꆂ꒒ꁕ, but pronouncing that is a mess so they named her Jane instead.”

“Right… Do you have anywhere I can write this down?”

After what happened with Tommy before, the entire group was ready to attack if need be. Paul was the one to knock on the throne room door, willing to be the first line of defense. There was no answer at first, but footsteps from behind the door had everyone put their guard up. They all waited with bated breath before finally the large doors opened, and then Grian poked his head out.

Mumbo, Tommy and Grum all quickly recognized that it wasn’t actually the missing hermit, but the others were too worried that they reacted too fast. “Oi Grian, what the fuck was all that mate?”

After a moment, NPG pulled themself out of the hug Phil had trapped them in. “I am sorry for the confusion. I am NPG, not Grian. You came here not too long ago.” The robot then looked over to Wilbur, Doc and Paul. “Though you did not visit and I have not met you in person before.”

Tommy quickly spoke up and introduced people. “That’s Wil, Doc, and this guy’s named Paul. Grian kinda got kidnapped, so we’re back here looking for him instead.”

“Oh no! Did you check your old server again just to be safe?”

“Grifter’s the bitch that kidnapped him.” Tommy said, crossing his arms. “If he’s there, I’ll eat my compass.”

NPG nodded, then went back into the throne room and the group could hear him talking to someone that had Tommy’s voice. They stood there listening until NPG finally shouted approval for the group to enter.

“Well this is a surprise. I didn’t expect to see any of you again that soon.” Theseus spoke from his throne. He still was wearing his mask that looked like Dream’s, which made Tommy shudder a little as well as had Grum hiding behind Mumbo. “So, you’re after my brother. Hah, good luck with that.”

“You better fucking tell us something bitch!”

Theseus didn’t immediately reply to Tommy’s shout, instead handing off a paper to NPG, who happily took it and ran off. “Look, I haven’t seen him since he dragged me back to Dad. Technically he’s been here, but just stayed away. He’s admin of my old world now, so he’s probably stuck there. Sense also left recently, so I would guess he’s there too.”

“So, You’re saying we need to go through another version of the smp to find Grian?” Techno was the one to ask. “Ours was already pretty rough, how bad is this one?”

“Your creeper friend there is supposed to be Prof, right?” Theseus asked, his visible eyebrow raising in question.

“Yeah… he is.” Grum answered, peeking out from behind Mumbo for a moment. “Why?”

“Has he ever built a prison?”

“Well, he built Area 77 if that counts.” Mumbo answered, but Theseus just rolled his eyes. “I’m guessing that doesn’t count.”

“Oh definitely not. If what NPG says is right, it let people waltz right in.”

“Those were guided tours, man.” Doc replied. “And that’s just recent. I’ve done plenty of defenses back when we had the mycelium war.”

“Ooh, ah, defenses.” Theseus deadpanned. “Get real. Those aren’t what I’m asking about.”

“He’s asking about The Perd.” Paul spoke up. “Which yeah, he mostly built that himself.”

Theseus smiled and nodded, while everyone else looked confused, except for Doc himself and also Phil, who just looked stunned. “Wait, he’s the guy who made The Perdit-”

“Hey man, you can’t just go throwing that name around.” Doc spoke up, cutting Phil off. “The less people know, the better.”

Phil gestured to Paul. “And so he knows about it, why?”

“I was one of the testers.” Paul responded. “Really think I can’t get out of that vault of yours now?”

“We’re getting off topic.” Wilbur was the one to speak up. “Since this creeper guy has made that prison thing, is that good or not?”

“Very good.” Theseus replied. “Prof had to trap Grifter when he wasn’t an admin, so imagine what he’s doing as admin. Having your version of Dad is going to be good, but one of him is also better. And I guess also this guy here is good to have too.” Theseus added, glancing at Paul.

“What can you tell us about your old world.” Mumbo asked. “I’m sure even those from our version will be a bit lost since I can hardly wrap my head around this one.”

“Oh I could tell you plenty. I could say every little detail I went through in my years there. I’m sure plenty of it would be repetitive though, and I don’t really know what’s the same and what’s different.” Theseus explained. “But I can tell you what I do know.”

“And what’s that?” Phil asked, hoping that looking like the Phil here would help things.

“Well, when I was in that other place, your respawns were a fucking mess. Technically three respawns but it always depended on some shitty admin’s code.” Theseus stood up to make a point. “Instead You always respawn as long as you’ve got a place to respawn to. But if someone finds your anchor and breaks it, well, I wouldn’t die if I were you. Technically, there was more to it so Nightmare could try to get around his own rules, but it obviously didn’t work.”

“Is that it?” Tommy asked. “Lives are just done differently?”

Theseus rolled his eyes before sharply turning his head towards Tommy. “Well excuse me. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not the fucking admin over there anymore, bitch. Neither is Nightmare. I only knew about you having fucked up lives because of that thing there!” And he gestured towards Grum. “I don’t know your lives. I don’t know your world. So I don’t know what to fucking tell you that’s going to fucking help. At this point, you’re likely to know more than me!”

Everything was silent other than Theseus’ heavy breathing from yelling until there was a creak from the door as NPG came back in. “Is everyone okay? Thee? Do you want me to get Rusty?”

Theseus was still quiet, though he straightened his posture and his mask, then spoke. “No. I think I’ll be fine. Can you take these guys to Xannes? I’m done dealing with them.”

“Okay! I can do that!” NPG replied, and then he was leading the group out, being helped by threats Theseus was giving the group under the robot’s nose.”

When they returned to the admin’s base, he was disappointed to see them back so soon, but did allow Xisuma out of his ‘torture chamber’ - if it could really be called that - and let him take the team of people to the NSMP.

Xisuma took them into the other world and was suddenly glad his helmet was a filter. Tommy pulled his bandanna over his nose after gagging at the smell of the place while everyone but two of them reacted similarly. Since they had been there before, Phil and Mumbo knew what to expect. Techno also knew, but his sense of smell was enhanced from being a hybrid, so it didn’t help. And then while Tommy had been in the group before, at that point he had been replaced by Theseus and never actually went into the NSMP.

Not wanting to stick around in one place, the group started travelling, hoping for some sort of landmark that was more than just rubble and possibly someone nice enough to help them out.

But back on Helscraft, Xannes was upset the moment the group was gone, and a moment after that, he sent himself to the palace to meet with Theseus. Lightning crackled around him in his rage, pushing aside anyone who even stepped in his line of sight.

“Theseus!” He shouted as the doors to the throne room were broken. “What the fuck did I just send them into?!”

Theseus looked up at the admin. “The NSMP. Why? Did you somehow not?”

“Something intercepted them. I mean, I tried hacking them through the whitelist, so it should have-”

“That place doesn’t have a white list last I checked.” Theseus said. “Nightmare never gave it one. He made access public. There was just a little… test of sorts to get through first.”

Xannes didn’t like the sound of that. “What kind of test?”

“One that I’m sure they’ll get through. The question is how long it will take them. If they’re lucky? Hmm, maybe a few days.”

Xannes didn’t bother listening to more as he followed along the group he just sent ahead of him. He ended up in the same place the group did, in the spawn of the DSMP. And if it weren’t for the fact that Xannes could feel his hacking powers get limited, he would have thought it was the regular world. “Fine. I guess we’re doing this all the hard way.”

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writingthingsisdifficult · 3 years ago

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Saving the world (Double booking pt 2)

I was asked to write a second part, and as inspiration struck, well… here it is.

They've shared a room. Now what?

If you like it, let me know :D

Word count: 5655

Part 1

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The light is seeping under the curtains, dragging you back to the conscious world, but you're not ready to get up just yet. So you squeeze your eyes shut and stretch your back. It's stiff as a board, and your cheek has seemingly set in a permanently squished position. The room feels stuffy and warm, and there's a soft noise you don't recognise at first. But when you finally open your eyes, you can't help but smile.

Everything's a bit blurry without your glasses, but there's no mistaking the man sleeping in the bed next to yours. His arm, which you suddenly notice isn't gloved, but a prosthetic, is hanging over the edge of the bed, and if you strain your imagination, it's almost stretched towards you.

It looks like he hasn't moved at all during the night. Neither have you when you come to think of it. When you stretch again, your neck cracks as if you were eighty, and it's a struggle to lift one leg over the other, though that might just be that you're still half asleep.

As you fumble for your glasses, Bucky opens his eyes and gives you a sleepy smile. "Good morning."

Your heart skips a beat, and it's as if you've forgotten all suitable responses to such an innocent greeting. "Yeah." That's what comes out of your mouth, and you groan.

"You sleep good?" He yawns and props up on his elbow.

"Mhm. Like a baby."

"Me too."

You grin and roll over on your back just as the loudest growl erupts from your stomach. Heat creeps up your neck and ears, and you mutter a soft "Sorry."

Bucky laughs. "Don't apologise for being hungry. What do you say we go get some breakfast?"

"I could eat."

After a quick shower and a couple of frustrating minutes picking an outfit, you really don't want to look like a slob in front of Bucky, you're both seated in the restaurant, devouring the bacon and eggs like your lives depend on it.

The conversation is light. You're slowly getting to know each other. "I'm freelancing for the government," Bucky says and gulps down his orange juice. "It's all really boring, though."

You nod and stuff your mouth with bacon. "I'm sure it isn't. But paperwork, am I right?" you add with a chuckle.

Nodding, he wipes his mouth and takes another bite. "Mhm. How about you?"

"Oh, it's not very interesting. I freelance too, I guess. Right now I've been hired to design a calendar with paintings from the city. It's not well paid, but it's fun."

"So you're an artist? May I see some of your work?"

Suddenly you feel a bit self-conscious. That's weird. You haven't had doubts about your art in forever. "I've got some photos in my phone." You hesitate for a second, then fish it out and unlock it. Scrolling down, you find the series of paintings you did last spring. Green and lush, you get a pang of longing for the fresh air and colourful flowers. The contrast is vast from the grey city.

"Wow, these are good!" Bucky exclaims and starts gushing over your lines and colour and the composition, and you feel your ego inflating with every word. All you can do is sit there with a stupid grin on your face, and a pulsing heat in your cheeks, while he builds you up like he's a professional.

You've totally forgotten the time when the staff tells you that the restaurant, unfortunately, is closed now, but that you're welcome back for dinner later. With many an apology, the two of you get up and head to the lobby, where you stay, talking for almost an hour before you remember why you are here in the first place.

"Sorry," you say, and mean it. "I need to get some work done before the light goes. I was thinking of heading down to the harbour today. See if the water can inspire me."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess." Bucky looks down on his feet and gives you a small smile. Then he looks up again, his eyes shining, competing with the glorious smile that grows on his lips. "Do you mind if I come with you? I mean… you don't have to say yes, I just…"

"No, of course." You're relieved that he asked, letting you out of asking him yourself. "Some company would be lovely. Just gotta get my stuff. Meet you back here in ten minutes?"

He nods and sighs almost imperceptibly once you've turned away, watching as you almost skip towards the elevator. A tiny voice in the back of his head warns him that he has tripped and is going to fall hard if he doesn't get a grip soon, but he ignores it. The feeling is too pleasant to care just now.

The next few days you establish a routine of sorts. Bucky knocks on your door, asks to sleep next to you, you say yes, and you wake up, turned towards each other. After breakfast, you head out into the city, sometimes he's leading the way, sometimes you have a plan, and you spend the day drawing and talking and without realising it, falling hard for him. Every evening you have dinner in one of the restaurants near the hotel, and every evening you forget what is happening around you, and all you can focus on is Bucky.

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The sun is shining. A bird is singing in the tree behind you. You can barely hear the traffic from the road outside the park. Bucky is lounging on the grass, chewing on a straw, and you've been drawing him in secret for the past two hours, your original subject completely forgotten and rejected. When he looks up at you, his face is filled with happiness. "This is nice," he says, careful to mask his full joy.

"Yes, it is," you reply, quickly hiding the drawing under a sketch of the bridge and skyline.

He sits up and looks like he wants to say something, but he closes his mouth instead. After a small pause, he gets up and holds out his hand. "Let's go grab something to eat."

"Okay," you whisper, breathless from the feel of his hand in yours. "Lead the way."

He takes you to a small café at the edge of the park, explaining that it's famous for its fries, and they've got the bestdipping sauce, you just have to try it.

You're in the middle of the meal, laughing at a joke, when a shadow interrupts. Looking up, you hear Bucky mutter a curse under his breath, and you feel a pinprick of fear in your neck. He's glaring at the stranger, and the stranger surprisingly returns the look.

"Um…" You look between Bucky, sat at the table with a curly fry sticking out from the corner of his mouth, staring daggers, to the man who just interrupted your lunch. The truth smacks you in the head with force. Holy shit! That's Captain America. Captain freaking America! And it slowly dawns on you who Bucky really is.

The glass you just picked up slides back to the table, sprite sloshing over the sides as it hits, but you don't realise your hand is cold and wet. All you can focus on is that your roommate for the last week is… Bucky Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier. Yeah. You try very hard to swallow the food in your mouth, but it's so dry, and forcing it makes your throat ache.

Said soldier quickly chews the curly fry and swallows thickly. "What do you want, Sam?"

Sam hands him a pad, and upon reading the contents, Bucky's frown deepens.

"It's very nice to meet you," Sam says, his shining smile lighting up the whole room. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Y/N," you reply, still unaware that the hand you're using to shake Captain America's hand with is wet and slightly sticky. Actually, you're kinda unaware of your surroundings altogether.

Sam laughs, making Bucky look up from the message, scowls at Sam, then returns to his reading. "So you're the one who's keeping Bucky busy, huh?" He winks, and you feel that heat creeping up the back of your neck. "From the look on your face, I'd say you didn't know who you're having lunch with, right?"

You nod, squeaking a confirmation.

Sam laughs. "I thought after the whole Flag Smashers case, everybody knew who Bucky was."

Your ears burn, and you breathe a little faster now. Of course, you've been to the exhibit at the Smithsonian, and of course you know about Steve Rogers' best friend, it just never connected in your brain that this super sweet man is a WWII hero and assassin.

Your eyes flick from his prosthetic arm and up to his face. "Uh… I'm just not super into the whole celebrity thing?" you offer, blurting out the first thing that pops into your head.

Snickering, Sam turns to Bucky. "And you didn't tell her?" There's a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Bucky picks on a stain on the table before setting up a defiant face. "It didn't come up." And he wants to add And by the way, how do you go about saying Oh, and FYI I'm a former assassin and murderer, to a woman you really want to get to know better?

He looks so uncomfortable, you get a strong urge to hug him, but now you're uncertain of all this. What if the two of you are against the rules? Wait, what are you, really? Friends? Accidental roommates? You like Bucky. You really like Bucky, and you had kinda hoped it would grow into something… more, but now… Swallowing the lump in the back of your throat – that was an unexpected reaction – you smile flatly. "Are, are you allowed to, to… I mean, can you be friends with…" You swallow again. "Civilians?"

Sam's eyes widen for a split second, and somehow you feel as though he can see right through you. Then he laughs, and all the tension around the table dissipates. "Of course. We're human, Bucky's human, as difficult as that is to believe. Of course we're allowed to have friends, relationships, family. Wouldn't be much of a life without it, would it? But expect them to do a background check on you, hell, they probably already know what you ate for dinner on your twelfth birthday."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I'm afraid I have to whisk your boyfriend away for a while. There's a situation."

"We're… we're not…" You have to admit that thought feels good, but really, any hope you had has been well and truly smashed.

Bucky gets up and smacks the pad at Sam. "I'll see you later?"

"I'll be here," you reply with fake confidence. "Please be safe. Both of you," you add with a small smile.

"You too," Bucky says softly. "Be careful if you go out after dark. It's not as safe as you think here."

That makes you snort. "It's me. I don't even like people, what am I supposed to do outside after dark, huh? Don't worry. I'll probably stay in my room and paint all day anyway."

He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "good", but it's hard to hear over Sam. "I'll take care of him," he laughs, ducking under Bucky's hand as he swats at his head. "Come on, Buck. Let's roll."

"Be safe," you mutter again, looking after them as they head to the black, unmarked car waiting by the flower shop on the corner. It's as if all colour drains from your vision.

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The first sip of coffee feels divine; just what you need to wake up after spending another night without Bucky. It has been another restless night. You tossed and turned and couldn't settle properly. And the dreams… You'd rather not think about them. Never before has your brain produced such chaotic absurdities, such eldritch horrors, but to be honest you're not really surprised. Sleeping next to Bucky; something just clicked. You smile into your cup, feeling calmer just thinking about it. It's weird how quickly you got used to his presence, and how wrong it feels when he isn't there.

But you don't get to enjoy your drink for long. Before you've even finished the second sip, someone shoves you hard from behind. The coffee spills over the sidewalk, painting the concrete and splashing all over your shoes. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" you bark, turning to confront whoever pushed you. But before you can even see them, they pull a bag over your head.

Panic rises in you, and you scream until your throat feels raw. Someone smacks you across the mouth, and the shock and pain shuts you up. Your lip thumps: it's split, you can taste the blood now. Tears stream down your cheeks, the soft fabric of the bag clings to your skin. Feeling the darkness caress your mind, the world starts folding in over itself. Still you possess enough awareness to kick the person holding you. They yelp and swear, resulting in a sharp rap over your ear. Your head is ringing.

A pair of strong arms pick you up as if you weigh nothing, and haul you along, struggling with your flailing arms and legs. There's a metallic clang, like a van door opening, then you're half lifted, half pulled up, all while screaming and cursing, hoping someone – anyone – will hear.

Someone speaks a language you don't recognise; your sleeve is pushed up and there's a sharp prick in your arm. Seconds later your brain starts spinning. The faint light that seeps through the weaving of the bag blinks like a starry sky.

You sway back and forth, feeling off kilter and fuzzy, as the voices around you grow all garbled and muted. Someone pushes you backwards, but before you hit the floor, you're out. As the world fades from your consciousness, you just wish you could have seen Bucky one more time.

When you come to, your head is pounding, your mouth is dry, and everything is dark. You try to move, but your hands are shackled, and your feet are bound to whatever you're sitting on. At least you're right side up, you think, before the situation dawns on you, and the contents of your stomach threatens to make an appearance. You swallow thickly. God, your mouth is so dry. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, and there's not enough liquid to even wet your lips. All you can do is grimace, feeling how they crack and pop. It stings. The taste of metallic, rusty blood coats your tongue.

Your throat itches, so much so that you can't even speak, but you can cough. Hard, like explosions in your head, and it's enough for you to lose your breath.

Something floppy is shoved into your hands.

"It's upside down, you idiot!" someone shouts, and the paper is turned.

Panic surges through your body, and your throat constricts, increasing your coughing. Your heart is racing, but everything happens so fast you just can't process it. Someone removes the bag from your head. The light burns in your eyes, and the shock stops your coughing instantly. Everything is white. There's voices, and movement, but you can't see anything clearly, and for a moment you wonder if you've lost your contact lenses. Slowly your vision returns, but they all keep to the shadows, and they've covered their faces, so you can't make out any details. The buzzing in your ears almost drown out every sound in the room.

"Look straight ahead," they command, and by some miracle you actually manage to move your head. "Keep your eyes open. Ready!"

There's a bright flash, someone else yells "Got it!" and then, in a flurry of motions you're untied, dragged through a dark hallway and unceremoniously dropped on the floor. The door clangs ominously behind you, and you freeze, waiting for someone to grab you or hurt you. There's no one in the room, but you remain in the floor, rubbing your wrists and trying to calm your breathing.

It's cold in your cell, room, whatever people call it, but at least you've got a blanket, and they've fed you, so there's that. But no matter how many times you've asked, nobody tells you anything.

You're over the initial shock now, and the fear has begun to settle into anger, but you're too numb to react.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? I'm no one, never been important in my whole life, hey, someone please say something." Silence. You bang on the door, not sure what you're hoping for. In the back of your mind you know it's risky, but you need to know. The silence is making the walls come closer. You lick your lip. It's bleeding again.

You figure your friendship with Bucky has something to do with your current predicament, but you're not sure exactly what they hope to achieve. It's not like you're best friends or anything, but maybe what you have is enough for him to come for you. That thought sends an electric jolt straight to the small of your back. For a moment you allow yourself to hope, to imagine him blasting through the door and marching in with murder in his eyes, angels singing, and the light surrounding him like a halo.

You laugh grimly. What are even the odds of him finding out where you are? Does he even care? He is the Winter Soldier, after all. He's probably got better things to do, he's busy saving the world, no doubt.

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Bucky smiles as he walks through the hallway, the ugly carpet muting the urgency in his steps. He can't wait to see you again. It's only been four days, but it feels like forever so the moment he got the all-clear after mission report, he made Sam drop him off at your hotel.

A short walk later he's standing outside your room, heart in his throat and arm outstretched, ready to knock. His stomach dances, pure happiness courses through him. It's been so long since he felt like this; he swears he can almost feel it in his metal arm.

A soft knock. No answer. He knocks again, harder this time. Still no answer. It's only a few minutes past eleven, you won't be asleep yet. You never fall asleep before midnight.

Suddenly it's like someone's poured a bucket of ice water over him. Putting an ear against the door, he listens like some kind of creep, but the room is silent. Maybe you're out. But that doesn't make sense either. It's too dark to get any proper work done, and you're not one for night clubs, or so you've said. Could you have checked out? Bucky's heart skips a beat. What if you're gone? But… wouldn't you at least have left him a message?

Turning on his heel, he marches back to the elevator as if he's got the devil on his tail. There's a really nasty feeling growing in his gut, something he just can't afford to think about now.

He presses the elevator button multiple times, but it takes its sweet time, so instead, he heads to the stairs, taking several steps at once, then skips the steps altogether and jumps over the railing, landing with a heavy thud on the ground floor.

There's a tenseness to his stride as he walks to the front desk, feeling more and more anxious with every breath. He never thought he'd feel this way again; that pit in his stomach and the growing stone in his chest. Last time, he was on a plane, heading for Italy in 1943, not knowing what was waiting for him.

"Excuse me," he says, rather gruffly, spooking the receptionist, though how she didn't hear him stomping through the lobby is a mystery. His own ears buzz loudly, and it's a miracle he can hear her at all.

"Good evening. How may I help you?" She smiles in that professional way people do when they're interrupted and don't really want to talk.

Bucky glances at the reflection in the glass wall behind her. Solitaire. He shakes his head to clear it a bit. "Um, yeah. Is there a message for me? For James Barnes or maybe Bucky."

She looks through the papers on the desk and shakes her head. "Sorry."

He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. "Okay. Don't suppose you could tell me if Y/N has checked out of room 508?" His brows furrow, but he tries to smile anyway.

Another head shake. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that kind of information." She looks briefly at her screen, then back up at Bucky, fake smile plastered on her face.

Bucky bites his tongue and swallows the rage that's building in him. It's not the receptionist's fault. She doesn't understand. But then he gets an idea. "Right, of course," he says, making his voice sweeter. "But maybe you will allow me to leave her a message?"

"Certainly. Let me grab a pen and paper for you."

So you haven't checked out. From the look on her face, the receptionist doesn't realise she's confirmed his suspicions. Well, he'll leave a message just in case, but it's time for drastic measures.

Outside it's dark now. Low clouds are threatening with rain. No one sees the dark figure slipping around the corner and jumping to grab the lowest rung of the fire ladder. Bucky easily hoists himself up, and climbs to the fifth floor, keeping to the shadows and making as little noise as possible. He knows where the window to your room is, and in less than a minute he's standing on the tiny balcony, peering in.

The room looks untouched. The bed is made, your stuff is all there. There's an almost finished portrait on the sketch pad on the desk; a smiling, content picture of himself. Nothing is missing except you. Bucky is three seconds from losing it.

A cold raindrop hits the back of his neck, drawing him from his haze. Soon the sky has opened up, and he's blasted with icy water. It soaks through his jeans, and drips from his hair into his eyes. Without looking back, he slides down the fire ladder and lands in a puddle. He doesn't know what to do next. Maybe Sam knows, so he ducks back into the hotel to get out of the rain, but before he can make the call, he's interrupted by the receptionist.

"Mr Barnes, I apologise. I didn't see this before. Someone left this for you." The woman hands him a large, brown envelope. All of a sudden he's transported back in time; drowning in flashes of memories of past missions, but he shakes himself out of it. Leaning on the column by the door, he opens the envelope.

There's nothing in there but a photo. It makes his stomach turn, and for the first time since he's been free, he has to fight the rage of the Winter Soldier, expanding, threatening to explode and send him on a vengeance fuelled killing spree. "When? Do you know who delivered it?" His voice is darker than usual, and the woman steps back just from the sound.

"I'm sorry," she squeaks. "It's been here for a couple of days, I think. I wasn't here when it was delivered." She hurries back behind her counter, putting a safe distance between them.

Bucky adjusts his stance, and forces his voice to sound kinder. "Thank you. Is there somewhere I can make a phone call, undisturbed?"

She nods and points to a nook behind the oversized fern in the corner. There's a sliding glass door that will provide some privacy.

Turning the envelope over in his left hand, Bucky is careful to not leave any more fingerprints on it. It is unmarked, but he knows people who can read things that no one else can see.

Whipping out his phone, he dials the first number in the contact list. He doesn't realise it, but he's shaking. The four seconds it takes for Sam to pick up are an excruciating eternity, and Bucky grips the door handle to keep himself from running off without a plan.

Before he can even say hello, Bucky wheezes: "They've got her, Sam!"

"Who?"

"Y/N! They've taken her!" He closes his eyes. The photo has burned into his mind.

"I'm on my way."

Bucky relaxes his grip on the door. There's a dent in the metal, and that makes him even angrier. They've made him lose control. He curses as he exits the tiny room, pacing over the floor, waiting for the voice of reason to arrive.

Being Sam, being Captain America, opens a lot of doors, so when he shows up at the hotel, requesting to look through the surveillance tapes – though it really is a demand; he's got a way with words, Bucky muses, thinking back to when he realised that what he first took as being soft, really isn't soft at all. Anyway, they all fawn over each other, fighting to be the one to give Cap access. Bucky can hardly watch.

"Give us a few minutes," Sam says with a smile, settling in front of the computer.

"Of course." The manager bows and closes the door.

Then Sam turns to Bucky. "Okay. When did you see her last?"

"Four days ago, right before we left on that goddamn mission." He wants to beat himself that he exposed you to danger, and he resists the urge to take out his irritation by slapping Sam over the head. Instead he settles on a flat, emotionless that he hopes conveys all his frustration.

"Right, so somewhere after last Thursday, then." Sam pushes a button, selects the right floor and presses play. Nothing happens for a while, and he pushes a new button, making the footage speed up.

"There!" Bucky shouts, pointing at the screen. There you are. Leaving your room with a large bag over your shoulder. Bucky smiles in spite of his fear. A soft expression on your face and your trusty art supplies at your side. Everything looks normal.

Fast forwarding through the footage, nothing out of the ordinary happens. You return around seven, looking a little bit tired, but happy enough. Food is brought to your room an hour later, and you don't go out again that night.

"Sensible girl," Sam comments, drawing Bucky out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. But she didn't know how much danger she was in."

The night passes in a blur. A drunk couple stumbles through the hallway around two in the morning, but other than that it's quiet, until you leave again around 10am, again with your bag over your shoulder. You look tired, yawning and dragging your feet. The bounce in your step is gone, Bucky notices, and he wonders if it has anything to do with your abduction.

They keep fast forwarding, but when the time stamp shows 11.30pm, Bucky's chest plummets. He knows you're not coming back.

Sam looks at him. “Calm down, man. You look like you’re about to explode!” he hisses, putting his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky shakes him off and glares. “Because I’m this close.”

“But that won’t do her any good, will it? We gotta keep our cool, don’t do anything rash.” Sam's voice is still calm. Bucky doesn't know how he does it.

"Fine." Bucky takes a deep breath, just how his therapist taught him. "Show me what direction she went."

Sam clicks and drags the front camera onto the screen. You stop outside for a few minutes, then head down the street towards the city centre. They follow you on the screen until you disappear from view.

There's a shoe shop on the corner where you turned, so after thanking the hotel manager for the help, they follow your moves through the city. The shoe shop doesn't have a quality video, but it's enough to recognise you. Tracking you through the streets feels like an endurance hunt, Bucky thinks, impatient to find out who took you and where you are. That's all he can focus on: to get you back. And god have mercy on your kidnappers if you're not okay. Eventually Sam and Bucky stop at a small restaurant, but they don't have surveillance at all.

"Okay. Let's head to that Starbucks," Bucky says, nodding across the road. "They're bound to have surveillance, right?"

Sam rolls his shoulders. "Let's go."

The video shows three large figures, lurking in the shadows in one of the side streets. They're watching as you enter the café, and when you exit with a large coffee in hand, the gang is ready. The footage jumps a bit, but it captures the terror in your face, and Bucky feels like throwing up. You're hauled into a waiting van, it's an unmarked, normal van, but as it speeds away, luck strikes. The camera got a clear shot of the number plate.

Bucky lets Sam handle the rest. He can't shake the guilt, the pit in his stomach that grows larger and larger. And his anger grows too. Why didn't anybody react, nobody can convince him that nobody heard or saw anything. He watches as Sam talks on the phone, already mentally punching your kidnappers to a pulp. The metal arm flexes involuntarily.

Sam puts down the phone and turns to Bucky. "Okay, so here's what they told me: The van isn't connected to anything, they didn't even have a name for me. It's probably a fake number plate. But they said it's been spotted driving to and from a warehouse not too far from here. Let's go suit up while we're waiting for the address."

Bucky exhales. They better hurry up with the address. You've been in captivity for far too long already.

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It's quiet in the building now. You don't know what time it is; they've taken all your stuff, but you know it's late. Your eyes sting, both from exhaustion and from wanting to cry, not to mention your contacts are getting dry, but you refuse to remove them – not being able to see would terrify you. But neither sleep nor tears come. Sitting on the cot, wrapped in the blanket they thankfully provided, you are too wound up to relax enough to sleep. What if someone comes in while you're out? There's not much chance to defend yourself, but at least if you're awake you can try to put up a fight.

How long have you been here? It's hard to tell. After the first shock they've pretty much left you alone. Except for the interrogation a few hours later. They kept asking you about where Bucky is, what he's doing, details on his mission, but you told them, truthfully, that you don't know anything. And they seem to believe you. But they still won't let you go. You sigh and pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders. Even if you knew everything you wouldn't have told them anything, but you didn't say that out loud.

Suddenly there's a loud bang reverberating through the walls. Instinctively you flinch, trying to make yourself smaller. Your blood roar in your ears, and it feels like your heart is trying to beat its way through your rib cage. There's a pause – the silence is deafening, then someone yells. You hear gunshots. Heavy boots rush past your door. It's torture just listening to the fight, not knowing what will happen. What if there's a fire? Or what if you're abandoned here? Is this how you're gonna die?

The fight is getting closer. You drag the blanket over your head, locking your arms around your neck. Unfortunately it doesn't mute the sounds, and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. Slowly the fight dies down, and for a moment everything is calm. You feel woozy, grateful that you're already sitting down, and you steel yourself for what comes next.

The door opens. Heavy boots slaps against the hard floor. Someone blocks out the light, and you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you flinch and whimper.

A soft voice whispers in your ear. "Y/N?"

You forget to breathe again.

"Y/N," the voice repeats, coaxing you out of your makeshift cocoon.

You look up, and into the eyes of the man you never thought you'd see again. His face is blood-spattered, and his expression is a murderous rage, but the moment your eyes meet, he softens. "Bucky," you breathe, folding yourself out, and reaching for him like a toddler.

He scoops you up, holding you close as you begin to sob into his neck, and he rocks you back and forth until you calm a bit. "Are you hurt?"

Shaking your head, you climb down from his lap and looks over at Sam, hovering by the door. There's a look in his eyes that you can't quite decipher.

"You're bleeding," Bucky says, touching your lip gingerly.

"Oh." You don't know what else to say, as he helps you up on your feet. His arm stays around your shoulders all the way out into open air, and you lean into his embrace. The building is littered with bodies, some are definitely dead, others are being detained by soldiers dressed in black. Your knees buckle from the sight.

"Hey, I've got you," Bucky murmurs into your hair.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For coming to get me."

"Of course," Sam says, offering you a reassuring smile. "Why shouldn't we?"

You exhale shakily through your nose. "I thought you were busy saving the world and all."

Bucky pulls you closer.

"Don't you know?" Sam asks quietly, so no one else can hear. "You are his world."

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sneezefiction · 4 years ago

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making up for lost time

Daichi x fem!Reader - Scenario

@miss-rin‘s request: “Where Daichi reunites with the reader several years after highschool... She’s messed up from her last relationship, but wants to try again.... With a fluffy ending though, please!!”

a/n: eeee this was really therapeutic to write. i know it’s a little on the longer side of things i usually post, but i wanted to set it up well. enjoy some angst to fluff Daichi content bb <33333

warnings: break ups, cheating, low self esteem, slight language, general angst

wc: 3350

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It’s strange. Staring at your textbook, your fingers brushing against its textured, thin pages, you hadn’t noticed the tiny droplets forming on the sheets below. Only when you recognized its salty taste did you realize you were the source. You lean back, using the table to tilt your chair onto its back legs, balancing there for a minute to keep your tears from staining anything else on the desk.

With all the mentions of bonds and fusions, somehow chemistry homework has brought you back into the reality of your current life crisis.

It’s not like you hadn’t expected tears, but did they have to overtake every aspect of your life?

In public. Walking through the park. At 4 in the morning.

It was cruel, really.

That even after a year of complete distance, everything insisted on reminding you of him.

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Your ex was supposed to be a one night stand. A ploy to get over a deeply established crush. You were running from young, uncertain love, pushing it down, and drowning it all in heavy doses of pleasure. But weekend-after-weekend, your interactions with this mystery hookup turned into regular flings.

From there, you allowed something deeper to develop.

You started sharing with him.

Lying on the bed, limbs entangled, panting subsided. You released small thoughts and simple secrets into the dark of the night. Maybe he would capture those words, pondering them, making a space for them in his mind. Maybe he would let them drift by, like white noise and formless background music.

But it didn’t matter. You spoke anyway.

Nights passed and you would let out more gentle, whispering comments. Insecurities, dreams, stories.

And at some point, he started responding. Listening. Mulling over your words. Whether you meant for it to happen or not, things grew personal. He became your stand-in security blanket, pulling you in and showing you his own little world. You didn’t care if it was fabricated and make-believe.

Because for the first time, it seemed like someone reciprocated your words and actions. You were no longer relying on past passions and feelings because you were so busy drowning in the touch of a stranger. He gave you endless chances to let go of your greatest love and high school infatuation. And you took each one.

You pushed yourself to like him. You asked him to be exclusive. He agreed.

Because his touches were soothing. The way his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you into his chest and whispering dirty, sugar-coated words into your ears. It made you feel wanted. Needed. Like maybe this could be the one. Like maybe you didn’t need the brown-eyed boy from so long ago.

Yes, your ex’s hold on you was physically tight…

But his intentions were loose and undefined. Eerily disconnected from the reality you had pictured yourself in.

In the back of your mind, you knew something was off. The puzzle pieces that tied your interactions together were either damaged or missing. Information and stories didn’t match up.

At some point, he started coming home wearing the scent of sex and perfume. Fragrances that didn’t belong to you. All of the staying out late and leaving the bed early... He was clearly cheating on you.

But ignorance is bliss... and you were swimming in it.

You now realize he only told you what you wanted to hear. Little, white lies iced with sweet, generous promises.

What did you expect? That he actually needed you? Why would this stand-in boyfriend be any different?

Finding him on top of a girl in your bedroom should’ve cut you deeper. It should have left you with your knees collapsed and your fingers painfully digging into the carpet. You could have screamed and cried, kicked something, at least outwardly shown your pain.

Yet all that came over you was a dizzying numbness. So you shut the door, closing yourself off to their shocked expressions. Cutting yourself off from another failed love attempt. A worthless endeavor.

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You’re still fighting a losing battle against hot, streaming tears in the library.

You wish the tears stemmed from the breakup. It would be a logical justification for your pain. Yes, it would be easier to cry over something present… or at least something sensible.

But fate is fickle and so are your emotions. Fragile and nostalgic.

Because you aren’t choking on sobs in the campus library over that unloyal asshole.

No, your mind was fully centered on Daichi. The one person who had actually made you feel whole. Who regularly told you how much he wanted you.

You could’ve drowned in his warm, honey-glazed gaze. He drew you in, submerging you in a euphoric, blissfully intoxicated state.

Memories flittered back to you. How he would always comfort you, using his firm shoulder as a pillow during after school hours to cry or sleep on when life began to smother you.

How he snuck up behind you in the schoolyard, grabbing you by the waist, lighting a fire inside you that filled you with warmth and made your stomach do somersaults. It was playful. Lighthearted. So very Daichi.

And you wanted more. More than platonic. More than best friends.

His touches were nothing like your ex.

It was like gentle floating fireflies, blinking and flickering in a field at dusk. Consistent but surprising. Sensitive, feathery, and comforting. Not at all greedy or dismissive.

You didn’t have to think twice about it. Daichi still remained in the softest parts of you.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. He isn’t coming back to save you. To take you by the hand and rekindle whatever it was you two had shared back then.

Because Daichi wasn’t ready to commit.

He had told you how he felt. How he wanted you so badly that it physically hurt him. That he wanted to be there for you, by your side, hand-in-hand.

But he just wasn’t ready to follow through. Not with graduation and change so near in sight. Not with the possibility of losing you just as soon as you’d become his.

You knew he was right. College shifted you two into completely separate directions. 12 hours to be exact.

You and Daichi were at the right place at the wrong time.

But as you drifted, the words morphed and manipulated themselves in your mind. They echoed a tone that claimed that you were the faulty one. That you weren’t ready. You weren’t lovable enough. He didn’t want to commit to you.

So naturally, you equated it with not being enough for him. That it was some silly, unfounded puppy-love. Just a bunch of hormones and high schoolers.

So you tried to bury your longing for him, making countless mistakes in the process.

You had changed. This was your life now. Broken, exhausted, and weathered.

In defeat, you close up the heavy, tattered textbook, gently maneuvering it into your backpack and take your leave from the softly lit library. You’ve suffered enough for one day, so you may as well give yourself a break from studying.

As you make your way out the door, you feel an unexpected buzz in your back pocket, your phone lighting up with a notification. You reach a hand back to check it.

3:47 pm - sawamuradaichi38 followed you

You stop abruptly, feet planted in the doorway, eyes processing the words before you.

“Shit.”

Daichi…

High school Daichi.

The “I was just crying over how much I hate missing you 5 minutes ago,” Daichi.

You hadn’t spoken in over a year and suddenly this?

It was out of the blue, not to mention at one of the most pitiful moments in your life.

Broken up, red-eyed, and still helplessly in love with his brown-eyes. How could someone so wonderful have such disastrous timing?

You receive a rude awakening, the door to the library smacking you in the face, drawing you out of your thoughts and leaving you rubbing the now red spot on your forehead, the phone still clutched tightly in your palm.

Leaving the doorway, you spot a park bench and take a seat outside, your thumb still hovering over the “follow back” button.

It takes some persuading, but eventually you convince yourself it will be fine. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to him.

It’s just a simple “follow back.”

It also wouldn’t hurt to see what he looked like.

So you click.

And there he is. Several month’s worth of photos, flooding your eyes.

Party streamers, candids, squinted smiles, polaroid photo-shoots, flushed faces from tipsy weekends, throwbacks… and your heart is pounding at the sight of just how mature he looks.

He’s developed a flattering tan over the summer, giving him a golden glow. The deeper tone has either made him look more toned or he’s gained muscle in the past couple of years. Both are very likely.

You proceed your scrolling, subconsciously looking for any signs of being in a relationship, before you’re startled by another ‘ping’ noise.

Damn this stupid app.

To hell with media.

Why did he feel the need to message you? Is he messing with you, right now?

But the questions don’t keep you from opening the text.

Nerves settle in.

3:55 pm - Daichi: Y/n!

3:55 pm - Daichi: I’m in town for a while and I really want to see your face.

3:56 pm - Daichi: Only if you want to though… I know it’s been a long time.

How is it possible that your hands are already shaking? It’s just Daichi.

Just Daichi.

What the actual hell, Daichi.

3:58 pm - Y/n: Heya! I’d love to, but I have so many questions???

You have more than just questions.

4:00 pm - Daichi: I’ve got answers. So is that a yes? Bc if it’s a no, that’d be super awkward…

4:00 pm - Daichi: ...given that I’m 5 minutes from your university right now. Could I pick you up?

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL, DAICHI.

4:01 pm - y/n: Well damn, ok. Looks like I don’t have any excuses. Come n get me :)

You do your best to sound smooth, sending him the corner to pick you up on, but you still looked and felt like a total wreck. Your makeup was messy, mascara staining the underneath of your eyes. Luckily, you had baby wipes and could clean up a little, but you were still left with a slightly puffy, red-tinted face.

The blush that appeared after receiving his text messages didn’t help either.

If you were being honest, you felt completely hysterical. You had finally given up all hope, tossing your dreams of being with him out the window.

And here he was, casually asking you to hangout as if you two hadn’t ever lost contact. As if you hadn’t been bawling your eyes out over him for the past several months. Real cute, y/n, you laugh, thinking to yourself.

You do your best to fix your face up with your phone camera and a little extra concealer, but if Daichi is anything like he was in high school, he’ll see through it almost instantly.

You spot his car, pulling up into a spot on the side of the road. He’s scanning for you.

Your breath hitches at the sight of him, heart skipping a beat.

He’s even prettier in person. Photos couldn’t capture something that strong and handsome. His features were still kind, but his expression showed how much he’d grown. The turn of his head, showcasing his jawline. Sharper, older. Your heart is pounding and you feel the anxiety settle in.

But as soon as he captures your eyes, you both grow soft.

You could tell from the way he was looking at you, he’d been longing for you too.

He hops out of his car, focused solely on you, and starts walking. Your pace matches his but it quickly increases. The hunger you’d felt for his embrace drives you both to move faster. He felt it too. It was magnetic. Almost like you’d been waiting your whole life for this reunion.

You practically throw yourself into his firm chest, his sturdy arms circling around your torso, the rate of your collision shaking his balance. But he managed, steadying himself one footstep at a time. One of his hands makes its way up to your neck and tangles itself into your hair, grasping locks and running his fingers through it. It was as though your bodies were making up for the lack of touch and all of your unspoken words, closing any spaces between you and affirming the reality of each other’s presence.

You notice him tucking your head into his chest... just how he used to.

It’s as though nothing had changed. Like you had both been talking and touching and breathing the same air for the past year when in truth, your relationship had mimicked radio silence.

It stays silent, your bodies choosing to take one another in. He smelled of coffee and cedar, with a dash of maple. He’d always carried a sweeter scent. It never failed to make you melt into him.

Daichi’s face is buried within your hair and he can’t help but breathe in the familiar fragrance of your conditioner. A huge swell of nostalgia passes over him like a crashing wave, causing him to pull you even closer.

The very feelings you had been protecting yourself from were overloading your senses.

So you break off the hug, opting to grasp his hands instead.

His gaze is so understanding. So full of raw emotion. It’s apologetic.

“Daichi I-”

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

There’s a pause. You give him a wobbly smile, nodding gently to let him speak first.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s silenced as raindrop lands directly on your nose. You giggle, wiping it off with your hand, then placing said hand back into his.

“How ‘bout we go sit in the car?” He suggests as the rain begins to drizzle.

You follow him wordlessly, taking him by the arm, quickly crossing the road.

You’re snug in his passenger seat, one foot tucked under your other leg, torso facing him directly. Daichi takes a moment to look you over. You flush under his intent gaze. That’s when he notices your reddened eyes.

“You’ve been crying.” He states directly, hand making it’s way to your chin, lifting it while examining your face.

“A-ah yeah. You’re as observant as ever, Daichi, I’ll give you that.” You smile slightly.

“Why? What… or who did that to you?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

You look away, head tilting out toward the grey-lit street.

Should you be honest?

That he was the reason for your tears?

You want to trust him.

To believe his words at face value.

You wanted to bare your soul, letting him absorb every moment of the last year of your life. To cry out to him and explain that you wanted him so deeply that you betrayed your own feelings for him.

But look where it got you last time.

Your ex took the most precious pieces of you and stomped all over it. He had used you. Your stories. Your secrets.

You were different from the girl that Daichi used to know.

He couldn’t love that, he couldn’t possibly-

“Y/n, I mean it. You can tell me anything. I promise I’ll just listen.”

And with that, you muster up your last ounce of courage, putting full trust in him.

It comes out in a soft mumble.

“...I still love you, Daichi.”

His eyes widen, lips parting.

“I-” You begin to choke on your own words.

The emotion of everything, from your breakup to seeing your ex with another girl, to the sad eyes in front of you. It all begins to spill out. It’s not a sob. More like a release.

“I tried to like someone else. I tried so, so hard, Daichi.” Tears drip down your face, catching on the hand still holding your cheek.

You do your best to speak slowly and coherently, but you can’t seem to prevent the stutters that emerge from embarrassment and months of pent-up shame.

“It didn’t work. I- he didn’t love me.” You pause, considering if you should share the next details.

You inhale deeply, remembering his words.

I can tell him anything.

“There were other girls and-”

Daichi’s eyes darken, realizing what you meant.

“He- he didn’t,” hiccups break up the sentences you’re already struggling to form, “I just wasn’t good enough, Daichi.” You meet his eyes, “Not for you. Not even for him.”

He rubs a thumb over your face, somber and troubled.

A wave of guilt washing over his face, his own eyes tearing up at the sight of you.

Daichi wasn’t there for you. He knows it.

He had left you high and dry, letting himself get washed up within his own pain, not considering how badly it would affect you. You both cut off communication to make things easier, assuming it would help you both to move on, but it had only made things worse.

Now he’s watching it all unfurl…

You’ve been mistreated and he wasn’t there to protect you. To save you. To hold you tightly within his arms.

But he wants to help pick up the pieces.

He wants to dry those tears, one by one.

He’s ready to make up for the lost time.

It’s time to prove that he’s ready for you now if you’ll have him.

So Daichi removes his hand from your face and grabs your hand, staring at it for a moment. He brushes his calloused fingers over your knuckles.

“Y/n, I never stopped loving you.” He half whispers.

He’s tracing the lines and divots in your palm now, but his eyes are on yours now.

“I couldn’t handle not seeing you… 12 hours is a lot.” He acknowledges.

“But it should never have stopped me from being with you. That was my mistake. It had nothing to do with you not being good enough.”

“Y/n, please, God please, promise me you’ll never say that again.” He begs.

Ah, that.

You couldn’t remember if that had slipped out, but it, in fact, had.

This lie you’ve been telling yourself seems a real as the gentle drumming of raindrops on the roof of the car. Your ex had affirmed it. The breakup sealed it.

And now you’re being told to let it go? To just believe you’re enough? Worthy of love?

If only it were that easy.

“I know you don’t believe me right now… you have every right not to. But I want you to learn to trust me again.”

He continues, “You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t leave you.”

Heavy.

The words were so heavy on your heart.

“...Okay.” Your voice cracks, another few tears slipping out.

“I- I’ll try.” You look away, pain creasing your brows.

He drops your hand on your lap and reaches toward your face, cupping it.

“I mean it, y/n. I won’t leave you.” His tone is scarily serious.

His lips brush against yours, asking permission. You lean forward, gently pressing your lips into his.

It takes a moment to adjust, but you meld together smoothly. It was always supposed to be this way. His warmth is sobering.

It’s tear-soaked and somber, but oh so real.

Noses brush. He runs a hand through your hair, tucking loose strands behind your ear, running a thumb down your neck. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss while leaning into his hand. Lips parted, rhythm slow and comforting.

No part of it is rushed. This moment wasn’t for anyone except for you.

Kiss after kiss, you’re being seen. Listened to. Re-opened.

And it may take tens of thousands of kisses. You’ll probably cry into his chest more times than you can count. You’ll have to fight like hell to escape the lie of “never being good enough.”

But Daichi will be there. Because he came back to you.

And he’ll keep coming back until he doesn’t have to anymore... because by then, he’ll hope to have you by his side forever.

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tags: @cherryonigiri, @yams046, @kaidasen, @starfissure

#haikyuu #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi imagine #daichi scenario #hq #hq scenarios #hq imagines #hq headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #karasuno #haikyuu captains #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x reader #sneezefiction

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dunedan-estel · 3 years ago

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Because I’m trash for Aegis and I should really include more Aer content because he’s a wholesome bean.

It took me a painstakingly long time to find a few KH IG post things and then copy and paste each individual letter because I could not find the font anywhere.

As always, some writing beneath the cut.

Aegis leaned back in her seat with a sigh - making sure she had contact with Riku and Mickey ready for their next descent into the realm of darkness, plus making sure she was available for when Sora needed help, and speaking to the wind at Keyblade Graveyard in the hope Lingering Will would even hear the update was exhausting.

She had just returned from such a trip - the last time she had set foot on that world was a month before: she had managed to take Terra’s body there but Xehanort came… once again, a fight with a Xehanort possessed Terra that ended up in failure. She still had the makes of chains, a bruise from The Guardian now faint. Only, this time, Lingering Will was waiting. A disturbance - perhaps Organisation XIII.

The update was given, she apparently fell asleep for an hour - she was still groggy from that absolute wipeout - and she had just sat down in the Gummiship.

“How’s Dad, Mum?”

Yen Sid had… encouraged Aer to go with Sora despite Aegis’ protests - he had just turned twelve but no. Yen Sid wouldn’t listen. Aer wouldn’t listen. She relented. Eventually. Though she would hardly admit out loud at the moment that his presence was a soothing one.

“As determined to right wrongs as always.” She turned her head to look at Aer - it was clear by the look in his eyes he had a question on his mind. She had an idea of what it was - he was always afraid that Lingering Will would forget of his existence. “He asked if you were okay.” Aer’s face relaxed into a smile.

“He did?”

Aegis hummed. “Third question behind ‘what’s wrong’ and ‘are you okay’.”

“Did you tell him about me helping the mission?”

“Yeah.” She spoke through a sigh. “Didn’t agree with it, but also said I shouldn’t worry so much since you’re with Sora.”

“See? I told you not to worry.” Donald chimed in with an amused undertone to his voce. Aegis rolled her eyes.

“My son is not yours, I can worry as much as I like.” Aegis folded her arms with furrowed brows - she knew she wasn’t perfect. She just wanted him safe - he was too young, he had only recently mentioned to her in a timid voice so foreign to her.. that he was struggling. Putting him so close to darkness was stupid and if he fell to it she would want blood. And Yen Sid would be number one on the list.

The thought alone squeezed her heart so tight it hurt. She heard Aer get out of his chair, ignoring Donald’s and Goofy’s protests, and stride to her. He hugged her a little awkwardly - with Aer being talling than her, with the edition of a seat in the way, it was more like he may as wel have just placed his chin on top of her head. Having such a show of affection wasn’t a rarity for her son, but it was certainly when he was worried that he didn’t hold back in the hugging department.

“I posted something on the social when you were gone.”

“Oh yeah?” She went onto her phone with a speed that was best described a excitable, though he tone was more one of interest.

“Yeah. I think it’s a nice first post. Better than complaining about Donald’s lack of being able to read a room.”

“Yeah. Complaining doesn’t suit you much.” When the app finally loaded, the first post was Mickey talking about Yen Sid, then there it was: a picture of her smilling, leaning against a wall in Twilight Town. Aer had called out to her when she was laughing at a bird looking around, figuring out how to fly out of a tree they were arguably to big for.

“Read the caption.” Sora was looking over the top of his seat, kneeling with his back turned towards the window.

“ ‘I know I can have hope when you smile, mum.’ “ Aegis pushed out her bottom lip with a smile, water starting to haze her vision. “Awe, Aer…”

“It’s true. When I told you I was struggling a little, like darkness was appearing in my heart, you smiled at me as you comforted me. You smile every time you talk of Dad and Aqua and Ven. Yen Sid asked me what hope means to me, and I said it was your smile. Because whenever you’ve forgotten how to smile, you’re on the verge of giving up…”

Aegis reached up and ruffled the twelve-year-old’s hair. “I’m able to smile because you’re smiling. Seeing their hid smile gives parents strength. I’m lucky to have you.”

Aer’s laugh was an embarrassed chuckle and he scratched the back of his head with a hand on his hip. “What’ so funny?”

“Nothing. You just never stop having Terra’s mannerisms. Never change.”

His eyes widened in surprised and then he grinned. “I’ll try my best.”

“Now go sit down. We can’t go anywhere until you park your butt down.”

“Alright, alright. I’m going. Now I’ve got to beat this level. Hey, Mum, you’ll help if I get stuck again, right?”

“Always.”

#my art #cataegis (aegis)#aer #kh ocs #kingdom hearts ocs #kingdom hearts fanart #kh fanart #oops my hand slipped and it toon me over a week uh oh

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writinginthedarkwood · 5 years ago

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Alien! Shinsou x Reader. Learning to Love.

This is part 4 in this AU!!! It’s not impossible to understand what’s happening if you read this first, but this AU has grown a lot sooo if you are new around here… Start at Part 1 –> https://writinginthedarkwood.tumblr.com/post/188136408454/kinktober-alien-izuku-x-fem

Warning! Lemon content.

“Remeber, the F.R.C. is here for you to help you understand each other, and learn even more about our new life. Tune in to my next show where I teach you about my new beauty routine, and how to use the products your mate can purchase for you on the ship!” The girl who spoke was beautiful, confident and seemed to genuinely enjoy her new life. Her mate is a powerful warrior, he practically destroyed Paris on his own to get to her. It’s being hailed as one of the most romantic stories of all time, she tells it like a fairy tale.

It’s been a week sense I woke up here, I remember seeing his face and the next thing I knew, I was alone in a sleepy looking room that wasn’t my own. I couldn’t get the door open, there’s no handle or even any windows to try and pry open. For a few hours, I panicked. Rummaging through all he drawers looking for a clue on how to get out, banging on the walls. A little tablet laying flat on the table activated when I touched the screen. That’s when her first video appeared.

“Welcome sweetheart!” She had beamed. “You have been chosen to have lifelong happiness.” She motioned to have someone join her in front of the camera. A grumpy looking man in a military uniform joined her, she fell into his arms and he smirked. “This is my soul mate, Lieutenant General Bakugo. We were made for each other, the same way that you were meant for your mate.” The general moved off of the camera, leaving the beautiful woman alone. “I was uneasy at first, but trust me. We’re all heading for a better life together on Home World!”

She talked for awhile and I listened, she talked about how Earth was a poisoned planet, heading for its own demise.

That we had been rescued.

I didn’t buy it.

I settled down and waited, that’s when I first met him. The door slid open and he had walked inside. He didn’t look too much like an alien, but he had striking features. He was tall, and had wild lavender hair that matched his eyes. I practically fell out of my chair, scrambling to my feet and screaming for help.

He ignored me and started making himself something to drink. He stared down at me, looked me up and down while taking a sip of whatever type of liquid that was. Then he just turned around and left me alone, for another few hours.

When he came back I tried talking to him, demanding him to explain himself.

“Do you require nutrition?” He asked in a low monotone voice, his face not giving much of him away.

“What?” I asked, confused. My stomach started gurgling shortly after I had woken up.

“Are you hungry?” He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag filled with yellow powder. He filled up a bowl with warm water and mixed in the powder, it started to smell good in here. He set it down on the table and sat himself in the chair across from the bowl. I pushed the bowl into his lap, spilling the contents all over him. “I’m not eating that! What the hell do you want from me!” I screamed at him and he just sighed, looking down at his wet shirt.

I cried for hours, I curled up in a ball on the cold floor until I passed out.

He woke me up a few hours later with the sound of him cooking in the kitchen. I sat up, my stomach growling loudly. He was busy, moving quickly making something that smelled amazing. I stood up and he gave me a side glance, I just sat down at the table.

He turned around with a plate filled with food, it had fluffy bread and scrambled eggs that are tinted blue instead of yellow. He set it front of me and quickly took a step back, watching me. He waited a moment before presenting me two metal sticks, they looked like chop sticks. He set them down on the table and pushed them towards me, but stepped back as fast as he could.

The smell of the bread was too much, I picked it up and took a bite.

After I started eating he left again. Another video of that beautiful girl popped up as she talked about how great life is going to be for all of us on Home World.

This happened everyday, he would walk in and feed me and then immediately leave. Until today, today was a bit different. It’s been 7 day’s and I’m going to get him to talk to me. I was already waiting for him at the table. I woke up and cleaned myself off in the bathroom. I figured out how to turn on the water and take a shower. The water had a strange smell to it, a light perfume kind of smell. I combed through my hair with my fingers, I found a thin cotton robe in here and I put it on, leaving my disgusting week old clothes on the ground.

He seemed a bit surprised, his eyebrows raised when he walked in to see me not asleep on the floor in a heaping, sorry mess. “Hello alien.” I said with my hands clasped in front of me. “Welcome back.” He didn’t step further in the room, he stood there a bit frozen. “Thank you.” He said almost happily. He walked past me and started making food again. Instead of pleading him to speak with me, throwing things at him or even silently sobbing with my head down. I sat composed, I watched the back of his neck as he tried to pretend he didn’t notice me staring.

He set the food down without quickly running away. He lingered for a moment. “Looks delicious. Would you like to sit with me?” I motioned to the seat across from me and he took the seat. He messed with his hands as I stared at him, waiting a bit to see if he would say anything.

“I am requesting to go to the Female Resource Center that this lady talks about everyday. She say’s that mates have certain rights and liberties and I want to know mine.” The insanity of sitting alone for day’s doing nothing but trying to pass the aching time. I had time to think of something, anything I can do to make this better. If I could just get out of this damn room, I bet I could figure a way out of here.

“I can take you there.” Something glimmered behind his eyes. “You seem to be feeling much better today.” A hint of a smile, just slightly eased onto his lips.

“I’m feeling great. Now can we go please?” I tried not to sound too excited. Finally, out of this room!

“You need to eat, mate.” He looked down at my plate and then back up at me. “You have to eat everyday.” He eyed me nervously. “I would hate if something happened to you.”

Something tugged at my heart. Does this thing feel? He seems like a robot, but right now he seems, worried?

I took a bite of my bread and he looked happier. My stomach churned, I don’t want to eat right now, but I’m hungry. I quickly ate, squirming under his stare.

He took my plate and cleaned it off before turning back to me. “You need proper clothing. I have some for you.” He opened a closet that I hadn’t noticed was there. It blended in with the wall. He touched the panel and it slipped open. He pulled out a white dress. It was structured a bit like a sundress, flow-y and light. The closet was filled with these dresses. “You’ll need to change before I can take you around the ship.”

I took it from his hands and he didn’t turn around or move. “Uhm, I’m going to get changed in the restroom.”

He looked at me funny. “Alright then.”

He gave me a small grin when he saw me. “Do you like it mate?”

I did kind of like the dress. It fit in all the right places, and white looks good on everyone. But I hate that he gave it to me, I hate that he smiled when he saw it on my body. Through grit teeth I smiled, trying to keep calm. “Yes thank you very much. Are we ready to go?”

His smiled faded, he put a hand on the back of his neck and swallowed. “Yes but I’m sorry about this, your behavior is new and I’m worried you’ll run away and get yourself hurt. I’m going to have to take you there the easy way.”

“What way?”

I blinked and opened my eyes like I just had the longest nights sleep. I looked around, I’m in a waiting room, but nobody else is here except for him. “How did we get here so fast?”

The alien looked down at his lap in shame. He straightened out his black cotton pants, trying not to fidget. “I have an ability that can take control of others bodies. I didn’t want to use it on you but…”

I studied his face for a moment, he looked away from me, staring off across the room.

“You can do that?” My voice snapped his attention to me. “Y- yeah I can.” He said with a slight blush creeping onto his face. “That’s actually kind of cool… How do you do it?”

We talked for a little while, he explained how his abilities came in when he was really young. He seemed to start to warm up a bit, actually holding a real conversation instead of just staring at me intensely. “It’s nothing really. I’m sure you have lots of talents. I’ve spent a lot of time studying humans, I’ve seen your species do some really interesting things.”

“Oh sort of, I mean I can draw really well-” My stomach twisted in knots, our friendly conversation making me feel strange in a way I didn’t understand. Talking to him feels natural, but wrong.

A door slid open and my eyes widened. The woman from the video recordings stood happily in a dress similar to mine. Her dress was black instead of white, but it fit similarly. She smiled brightly and approached us. “Captain Shinso, its an honor to see you again.” She gave a slight bow with her head. He stood up and returned the gesture. He kept his stoic face, but spoke politely. “How are you Mrs. Bakugo? You look well.” Her eyes drifted away from him and she looked down at me. “I’m doing great, The King is keeping me busy with this job! I’m enjoying helping all the women, you know.” She narrowed her eyes a bit, stepping to the side to see me better. “So Captain, is this your soul mate?” She clasped her hands in front of her and flashed another bright smile. “This is Y/N… she’s my human, yes.” I cringed a bit, the way he said HIS human making my skin crawl. “Okay well we’ll work on, uhm. Our verbiage, why don’t you two step into my office.” She said perky and excited. She lead us to a nice, cozy space with a big desk. Shinso sat down on a plush, cushioned couch. A wooden rickety chair was in the corner of the room, I sat down on that. The air in the room was heavy, Ms Bakugo broke the quiet first. “So I’m noticing the two of you don’t seem very.. uhm bonded.” She sat with her legs crossed, twirling a piece of her hair in her fingers. “Well, were not.” The purple haired alien said.

“How long have you two been together?” She didn’t look at me, she asked him directly. I felt angry, this was supposed to be for me. Why is he here with me? “She was in the last harvest. It’s been about 7 Earth days.”

My hands are shaking, tears started welling up in my eyes. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it.

“I’ve been feeding her everyday, but she still doesn’t seem to care for me much.” He turned the list around and showed it to her. She took the paper and muttered a few things off on the list. “Feed humans nutrition everyday, provide temperate climate controlled shelter, water supply…” She peered over the lip of the paper and stared at me. “I think I see the problem here, Captain Shinso.”

I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer. “The problem is I’ve been abducted by a psychopath!” I blurt out, gripping the sides of the chair, the wood creaking underneath me loudly. “How are you okay with this? Are you insane?” The tears pooled and spilled over my cheeks, white hot anger practically blinding me. “Trust me I understand your pain, I’ll help you, Y/N.” She put her hand over chest and nodded her head gently at me. “Captain, you need to bond with her. She doesn’t understand what she means to you.”

Shinso put his finger on his chin and leaned forward on his knee’s. “But I’ve followed everything on the list? I wanted to bond with her the way the humans do.” He looked over at me from the corner of his eye before continuing. “I want her to have affection for me before we bond.”

Ms. Bakugo’s jaw dropped and she gasped. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!” She clapped her hands excitedly. “I want you two to come back here, everyday. I’m going to teach you how to fall in love!”

For a little while, it was still awkward. Our homework was to sit during meals together and try to talk, he told me to call him Hitoshi. I learned that he’s actually really important, he used to do recon on the ground before the invasion ever happened. He impressed the King so much he was promoted to head of strategies, apparently he knows him really well and is on his council.

A few days later he brought me a gift after dinner. “I have something for you Y/N.” He sat down at the table, I had decided to cook for us tonight, I’ve been learning on how to use this kitchen. He looked pleased that I had started dinner, I put a plate of warm food and two empty bowls on the table. He had the gift wrapped in shiny paper and tied with a cloth ribbon. It looked kind of like a gift you’d give someone during the holidays. “What is it Hitoshi?” I reached for the package. “I’m not supposed to tell you. You have to open it.” He was hiding his excitement badly. I undid the silly cloth ribbon, it looked like he tore a shirt to make this. I took the paper off neatly, something I’ve always done.

It was a long flat book. The cover was a blue gradient made of a thick material that felt similar to leather. It looked a bit like it was hand painted. All of the pages are empty, it’s for drawing. “Is this a sketch book?”

Hitoshi couldn’t help but grin. “You said you’re good at drawing! I was wondering if you would teach me about human art.”

I’ve been here with him for a month now and I’ve learned quite a bit about him. He was actually pretty funny, and charming. He could talk about anything, keeping the conversation flowing for hours. He was quiet and reserved when he would first come back after being gone all night. I’m not sure where he goes, but he’ll always leave me to sleep on my own. He comes back to the room bright and early, making breakfast before our meetings with Ms Bakugo. We walk around the ship a lot now. Ms Bakugo urging him to trust me to stay by his side. I’ve met some people he won’t admit are his friends, but he’s a lot more polite to them than anyone else. Other human women look so happy, walking around in the public areas holding hands with their mates. A huge majority of them have little pregnant bellies, going to the many food areas that look similar to Earth restaurants and eating heaps of food. We walked among side them, we received a few strange looks, being the only couple who wasn’t touching.

Shinso came into the room this morning with a silly grin on his face. “Good morning Y/N! How did you sleep?” I yawned and stretched my arms. I’m already dressed for the day and drinking a cup of “morning nutrition juice” a warm drink Hitoshi swears is better than coffee. I was using a beautiful set of colored pencils to draw a forest. I’ve been covering the walls with my sketches, trying to brighten the dull room up. “I slept just fine. What’s that look on your face for?” I teased him. He pulled a very fragrant, pink flower out from behind his back. It had a soft fluorescent glow to it. He put it behind my ear and I blushed as his finger brushed the side of my face gently. “Would you please accompany me on a date?” He asked with huge eyes, his face looked less tired than it usually did today. I hadn’t noticed right when he came in, but he combed his hair. “You know what…” He tensed up, waiting for my answer. “Yes, I’d love for you to take me on a date. Where would we go? The food hall?” I batted my eyelashes at him, he leaned down on his elbows to meet my gaze. “Well, I’d be happy to take you there if that’s what you want.” His low voice always feels so good to my ears, I could listen to him talk all day. “But I had something special in mind.”

We walked through the halls together in silence. The living quarters are interesting, almost looking like a hotel. The longer I live here, the more they change. Welcome mats outside of the door, wreaths hanging and decorations filling the space. It was becoming more home like, the happy couples preparing for families. Mrs Bakugo says that the offspring will be raised on Home World. That we won’t be on the ship forever. I zoned out, thinking about what it will be like living in another part of the universe… I liked my life. Earth was riddled with war, poverty, pollution. It was getting worse and worse everyday, but it was home.

“General Todoroki.” I snapped out of my mind and looked at Hitoshi. He saluted a strong looking man. He had red hair on his left, and white on his right. A large scar covered one of his eyes, and he stood with a cute looking girl who hung off of his arm. “Hello Captain, a nice morning for a walk isn’t it?” The man asked with a stern voice. The girl on his arm smiled at me, she wore a red dress and sneakers. “You must be Captain Shinso’s mate! It’s nice to meet you.” She winked at me and gave Shinso a punch in the arm. “She’s gorgeous dude. You’re a lucky guy!” He didn’t flinch, just gave her a tired look. “It’s a pleasure, as always Mrs Todoroki.” He said calmly. “This is Y/N. We’re on a date.”

“You should take me on a date Shoto!” She teased her mate and he looked flustered. “Of course darling, whatever you want my love.” He kissed her head and she rolled her eyes. “I’m messing with you dork, we’re going on a lunch date right now.”

She laughed as they excused themselves, leaving us to keep walking along. I reached over and took Shinso’s hand, interlocking our fingers. He squeezed me back and I felt warm. Happy, even. I looked at his face, he was trying to hide a smile. He had a serious job, he didn’t like people to see him as anything less than a professional, but when I crack a joke or flash him a cheesy smile he can’t help but break that serious look on his face.

We walked for a little longer before we got to an elevator. “It’s just up through here.”

He was excited, but held his stoic face as he punched in a code to the elevator. The ride up was fast, he covered my eyes with his hands. I heard the doors open, he helped me step out of the elevator and my feet echoed loudly on the floor. “Are you ready?” He asked in my ear. I giggled and pulled at his hands. “Yes Hitoshi! Where did you take me??” He didn’t let his hands budge, I yanked a little harder and he pressed my shoulders against his chest. He chuckled a bit, his laugh shaking me. “Are you sure you want to see?” He teased and I finally managed to work his hands off of my face.

We were in some type of hall. I craned my neck up to see the beautiful paintings that covered the ceiling. It was of a gorgeous night sky, setting over a rolling hills and forests. It looked like it could be a setting over Earth, but I can see right away that this wasn’t a mural of Earth.

It’s Home World.

“Hitoshi, it’s beautiful.”

I turned around to look at him. He put an arm around my shoulder and walked me to the walls. Every few feet was a painting on the wall, some were of leaders. Some were of different places on Home World. “And this is the skyline of our capital city. We’ll live there together…” He trailed off, his arm stiffening a bit. “If you’d like.” He cleared his throat. I laid my head on his shoulder, I want to tell him that somehow, I feel like we’ve gotten so much closer. It was fast too, I thought I hated him. He disgusted me, but here I am. Standing so close to him, I can even admit I’m a little attracted to him… I’ve come to appreciate the little details about him, his smile. His passion to do good for his people, his wild intelligence, his sneaky smile.

“Or we could move to the countryside. We don’t use instant transportation on Home World a lot, but being in the King’s circle we could get a system hooked up so I can go straight to work from our house.”

We admired the painting of the city a little longer. “Do you already have a house in the city?” He shook his head no. “No, we’ll have to find one together.” He squeezed my shoulder a bit. “I only lived on Home World for a few years as a child. I’ve lived on this ship for a few years, but before here I lived on a different ship that’s just for training.”

“How many ships are there?” I looked up at his face and cocked an eyebrow. How did we never know they were here? I have so many questions, so many things I want to ask about where we’re going but one thing is pressing on my mind the most. “A lot.” Was all he said.

I grabbed his hands and made him look at me. “Can I ask you something that’s been really bugging me?”

“Of course, always.” He touched the side of my face with his callused hands and I leaned into it. “Why didn’t you bond with me right away? With ya know your…” I poked his chin and ran my finger down his lips. “My saliva?” He finished my sentence for me. I nodded my head yes. Mrs Bakugo says that a key to a happy mate-ship is to regularly ‘bond’ with each other. Any contact with their alien spit re-amplifies the connection.

“I guess honesty is the best policy, as Mrs Bakugo would say.” He grabbed my hand and lead me away from the walls and onto the banquet halls dance floor. He swept me in his arms and we swayed back and forth.

“When I met you I felt emotions I never thought I would feel. I panicked, I used my ability to get you back here without hesitation and it made me feel wrong.” We moved together slowly. He held my waist close to him, I had both my arms around his neck. I played with a piece of his hair, listening to him speak in a hushed tone. “I spent some time on Earth, I noticed something strange you humans do.”

I closed my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed his fingers along my spine, tracing up and down, giving me goose bumps. “Two humans can fall in love with anyone if they work hard enough.” He cupped my chin, moving my face to look him in the eye. “I wanted to do that with you… Fall in love together, your way.”

Hitoshi started to lean closer, but then hesitated. I closed the space between us, pressing my lips onto his.

A warm, tingling buzzed over my lips and sent a shiver through my whole body. He pressed gently at first, then smashed his lips on mine, his tongue circling around the entrance of my mouth. I held still, letting this new heat rush through my whole body.

Hitoshi practically dragged me back to our room. He slammed his fingers onto the code, the door hardly opening before I dragged him inside. The door slipped shut and he pressed my back against it, shoving his lips onto mine. I gasped and grabbed his hair pulling him harder against me. Our mouths meeting in a feverish frenzy, he yanked at the zipper on my dress. My heart slammed against my chest, my breath caught in my throat as he slipped the dress off of my shoulders and onto the floor. I craved his skin pressing on to mine more than anything, his clothes are in the way, I tear at him like an animal. “Hitoshi please…” I whined, I can’t get the buttons on his shirt undone fast enough. Hitoshi’s breath was uneven, he looked down at me with wild eyes. His arms were pressed against the door, he swallowed hard, his arms shaking. “I love you.” He whispered. “I love you more than anyone has ever loved another person.” He cleared his throat, raising his voice a bit. “I love you more than anything in the universe.”

My body burned, I wanted more. More of his touch, his kiss, I buried my head in his neck and hugged him. “I love you too Hitoshi. I’ll love you until the end of the galaxy.” I felt him smile against my ear. He let out a sweet raspy laugh and nuzzled into my neck. I giggled and tried to pull away. He pulled me tighter into my embrace and bit down on my collar bone. I gasped, he sucked my skin, his sticky saliva seeping into my pores. I shuttered and moaned his name. “You cry for me little kitten… Is there something you want?” He purred as he nipped at my neck. “I- I feel hot Hitoshi…” I squirmed in his arms, I rubbed my new thighs together to try and alleviate the building pressure in my core. “I could watch you struggle like this all night… it’s…” He pressed his fingers on my swollen clit through my thin panties. I clawed at his shoulders and whined. “It’s so cute. You’re so desperate.” He put two fingers on my entrance, gently working his way in. “Don’t say that I am not despera-” He worked his fingers around, moving them slowly. My legs shook, I tried to compose myself and take a deep breath. “Desperate.” I finished my sentence.

He hooked his digits, pulsing hard on my g spot for just a second. “Alright then, I guess I’ll stop…” He teased, his deep voice vibrating my ear. He pulled his fingers out of my body and let me go. He leaned against the table and cocked his head to the side with a smirk. I stood their almost completely naked, my face flushed and chest heaving. He was so distant just a short month ago, barely understanding my emotions. Now he’s teasing me with that cocky smile? Where the hell did he learn this?

“Okay fine then, I’ll just be in the shower.” I unhooked my simple white bra and let my chest bounce free. I shook my hair loose with my fingers and flashed him a smile.

Hitoshi grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into his arms. “You’re not going anywhere.” He picked me up by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I couldn’t help but giggle, kicking my feet in protest. “Hitsoshi you animal!” He dropped me on the bed and pressed his chest on top of me, our lips crashing into each other again. He ran his hands up and down my body while I fumbled with his zipper.

The tent in his underwear sprung out from behind his waist band. I ran my hand over his shaft, stroking him through the fabric. His lips parted hinting that he might be holding back a groan. He pulled the fabric down and his member bounced free.

His skin was a deep purple, his member was long and wide. He had no slit on his tip. Before I could really register how strange this might be, he shoved himself inside. I gripped the sheets and cried out, feeling a bit of pain. Hitoshi ran his tongue over my bottom lip, warmth spread through my body easing some of my discomfort. He moved his hips slowly, letting the both of us get used to the sensation before picking up the pace. He gave a few good thrusts before completely pulling out. I whimpered, my core aching without satisfaction. He smiled down at me with a wicked grin. “You look so vulnerable…” He grabbed my hips and flipped me over to my stomach. I instinctively put my arms on my back and Hitoshi grabbed them, holding me pinned against the mattress. He slipped back into my sex and bucked his hips with greed. Slamming his body against my ass cheeks over and over again. My face stuck to the mattress with my own drool, euphoria made my lids heavy. I moaned helplessly, muttering his name over and over again. My heat pooled onto him, he bit my neck and I winced from the pain. “You’re being so rough…” I mewled pathetically. He chuckled, not easing up his strokes. “How can I help myself? You make me feel wild.” He kissed the nape of my neck. “I’m not complaining.” I said through pants. Hitsohi’s thrusts kept a pulsing pace, a constant pressure against my sweet spot. I felt my walls tighten around him, my orgasm built for another few moments before slowly releasing. Less of a bursting sensation and more of an eruption, my heat pouring over the edge and onto the sheets. He grunted, his body tensing up as he felt his own climax building. “This might feel weird.” His breathy whisper hit my cheeks, he had his face pressed to the side of mine. I felt the tip of his member widen. I took a deep breath and braced myself for pain, but none came. A gelatin feeling substance worked its way out of his shaft and pumped into my cervix. I shuttered, it felt kind of good. Another mass melted into the upper chambers of my body and I tensed up underneath him. My body shook and another climax exploded, this one feeling violent and unexpected. Hitoshi kissed my cheek as I screamed, I gasped for air and he gently shushed me. “Just breathe mate.” I tried to control my breathing, but with the last egg depositing I cried out again, my clit swollen and throbbing. My whole body shook as Hitoshi helped me sit up. “You did so well love.” He pulled me into his naked lap and leaned his back against the wall. He put a hand on my stomach, which felt sort of bloated. He rubbed his palm gently on my belly and put his chin on top of my head. “I love you Y/N.” He kissed my hair and I relaxed into his chest. “Do you think you’d be okay with going by my family name?”

“Yeah I think that would be okay…” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I really love you too.” I meant it from the bottom of my heart. “Can you stay here with me tonight?”

Geeze this took me so long to write. So if you got caught in the invasion, who would be your alien hubby? Would you be the perky socialite like Mrs Bakugo? A sweet and sensitive honey like Queen Midoryia? Or maybe you’re a sassy and brave Mrs Todoroki… This time we got to know Shinso’s love, an artist with a fighting spirit. I love the little fanbase I’ve built around this. I’m grateful for you all!

If I don’t get requests for other characters in this AU I’ll probably start writing part 2′s for these… Anyway thank you for everyone who’s been really interactive with this wild story.

#bnha imagines #bnha lemon #bnha lemon au #hitoshi shinso x reader #yandere shinso x reader #ovipositor kink #exophelia #shinso lemon #kinktober bnha #inthewoods bnha alien au

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shanastoryteller · 8 years ago

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he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

without the prince, without reigning in this castle, she can’t take control of the land or the kingdom, can’t claim her prize for helping smuggle out the king and queen. and out kind, soft hearted prince won’t subject his people to her, won’t abandon them like his parents have.

so she curse him and his castle, turns him into a monstrous beast and all his servants (friends) into objects. but she makes his metaphorical sight literal – he sees everyone for who they truly are, except himself. he sees in double vision – all his servants are objects and people at the same time, and when he looks at the witch he sees a crusty, mangled old crone, because that’s who she is in her heart.

There are only two ways for the curse to be broken. either someone must look under his horrible exterior and see him for who he really is – or he invites her inside and surrenders his kingdom to her. after ten years the magic will be irreversible, and nothing will be able to change him or his servants back.

so adam, this little kid with a big heart, makes the tough call. he decides that his people don’t deserve to be ruled by a cruel witch, and this kid sends a letter. he appoints his third cousin regent, the one who lives at the other side of the country, but forbids her from coming to the castle. she will reign as queen until he is of age, he says – but knows that without a miracle, it will be forever.

none of them can leave the grounds either, him especially, because the protection against unwelcome guests will not carry past the safety of the royal grounds, so he resigns himself – no one will come wandering into an abandoned castle. they’re all cursed to stay like this forever.

so here comes belle. not kind, sweet, self-sacrificing belle. the belle who’s the smartest girl in the village, the one who dreams of far away places, who believes she’s better than everyone around her and cannot wait to leave them all behind. it’s been almost ten years, there’s only a few weeks left until the curse will be permanent, and that’s not what the witch wants. she wants her kingdom. so she hatches a different plan, and recruits belle to do it.

belle will go to the castle, and she will make the beast fall in love with her. belle is beautiful and knows it, is just as prideful as gaston just quieter about it. he’s a hideous, awful creature, the witch warns, and a terrible beast that must be killed for the good of all. belle will make him fall in love with her, and then convince him, somehow, to leave the palace grounds. at that moment the witch will strike, killing him. she will reward belle by giving her the means to escape this poor, provincial town, to live the life of a rich educated woman in the big city. belle accepts.

so belle goes to the castle in the middle of a blizzard, banging on the door and pleading for help. The door opens, and the beast is called, and he sees belle and – he’s revolted by her. he sees people as they really are, remember, that’s part of his curse. if he sees her out of the corner of his eye he can see her pretty face, but thanks to his curse all he sees is someone twisted and rotting, a woman who hates herself and others, dissatisfied selfish and bitter.

she’s the beast.

he’s the beauty.

but there is a snowstorm, and she’s not witch, so he lets her inside. “be our guest,” he says, stiff and doing his best not to look directly at her.

he doesn’t tell any of the others what she looks like, what she is. they see a pretty young woman in need of some help, and it’s been so long since they had any fun that he won’t put a damper on it. he sits in his chair by the fire and hopes the storm lets up soon, hopes he can get that horrible woman out of his castle soon.

only the storm doesn’t let up. the witch doesn’t let it. belle pokes around the castle, trying to find the monster she’s supposed to seduce, and finding nothing. he’s not as terrible looking as she’d feared. she searches and searches, not understanding what the problem is. he’s a young man and she’s a gorgeous woman. he should be falling at her feet like all the others do, but he’s avoiding her.

then she find it. the library.

she doesn’t come out for many hours, and mrs. pots comes to him, saying she won’t come to dinner and she’s worried, won’t he do something? and he still hasn’t told them, so he can’t think of reason to say no, and goes to find her.

she’s tucked up against the windowsill, book in her lap, and he freezes. stuck in a book, soaking up information, she’s not – she’s quite pretty this way, he thinks, her wonder and contentment taking some of the wretchedness from her. so he doesn’t say anything, just takes a seat and watches her.

finally belle looks up, book finished, and sees the beast staring at her. she startles, snapping, “what?” forgetting she’s supposed to seem small and feminine and lovable.

he smiles, the first smile she’s seen from him. “nothing,” he says, “are you hungry? everyone’s quite eager to feed you dinner.”

and blizzard doesn’t abate, but – but belle sees his kindness, his quietness, the way he’s courteous and kind to her when he has no reason to be. no one’s ever been nice to belle just for the sake of it – it was always because she was pretty or smart or they wanted something. never just because.

beast slowly comes to see the not-terrible sides to belle, and she still looks hideous whenever she’s not reading, but he finds sometimes he likes her because of her selfishness, her contempt for those she considers beneath her. his parents always said he was too weak to rule, but he thinks they would have liked a daughter like belle, a daughter who could rule and wouldn’t just be pulled three different directions trying to help people without any sort of plan as to how. kindness can save a nation but it cannot rule it, and there are moments, when belle looks almost like person and smiles that sly smile like she knows the workings of the world, where prince adam wonders at the rulers they could be together, when he thinks the midpoint between his compassion and her ruthlessness could be a fearsome thing.

meanwhile the clock is ticking and the witch grows impatient. she lures belle just past the royal grounds, just enough, and then sets wolves to attack her. beast doesn’t hesitate, leaps forward to save her, and crosses the barrier he hasn’t crossed in nearly ten years.

the witch leaps from the shadows, a magic dagger clenched in her fist to carve out the beast’s tender heart. but belle sees, and knows it’s coming, and jumps in front of the beast. she takes the blow meant for him, the dagger burying itself into her chest just above her heart. “don’t hurt him,” she gasps, and the beast roars and falls beside her. “he’s a good man, he so good, so much better than you or me - don’t hurt him.”

the beast takes her hand and belle looks at him, and for the very first time he sees her as everyone else sees her, a beautiful young woman. all her horrible qualities are the same as when she entered his castle but now with something more, a different focus - she loves him, she loves with a love that is more than love (thanks ea poe) and it doesn’t make her less selfish, only selfish in a different. way. she loves him and she wants him and no one is allowed to harm him because of it - he’s hers to covet.

“you love him?” the witch screeches, “he’s a horrid thing, a monstrosity.”

and belle sees him, really sees him, and says, blood soaked and dying fast, “he’s beautiful.”

he’s the beauty.

she’s the beast.

someone finally sees him for who he truly is. the curse is broken.

in a rush of light, the witch’s magic is undone, and the witch is nowhere to be found. the beast is now only prince adam, all the furniture returns to people, and belle -

belle, who was nearly killed by a cursed dagger, is now healed. and adam know how she is and who she is, but she also was ready to die for him, and all his servants love her, and hey, so does he. “marry me,” he says, holding her in his arms.

“i thought you’d never ask,” she replies, and kisses him.

and adam goes to his cousin and is like hey i’m of age now and no longer under a witch’s curse i’ll just take this kingdom back now. and his cousin goes “oh thank GOD, this was fun and all but everyone keep pressuring me to get married to random princes, and wait a minute hold on what witch’s curse?”

“that must be really annoying for you wife,” adam says, ignoring that last question, “well i’m going to marry a genius peasant with sociopathic tendencies, so i’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”

“they’re your problem now mate,” his cousin answers before happily abdicating and then retiring with her wife to a remote af villa where no irritating councilmen can find her.

belle and adam spend the rest of their lives arguing about tax laws and social programs and the best way to rule their people and are incredibly, amazingly good at it. belle, now the queen, gets so much more than this provincial life, and adam gets everything he wanted - a people to protect and care for and a wife who loves him and pushes him everyday, making him a better king and a better person

and they all live happily ever after. the end

#my fic #disney #beauty and the beast #belle #prince adam #im not looking forward to this remake honestly #its the same as the animated on!#only terrible cgi and bad singing!!!#uhgh #why can't disney hire ME #at least it'll be more interesting #fandom ficcery #retold fairytales

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yatorihell · 7 years ago

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In the Darkness Chapter 9 - The Library

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Summary: Hiyori struggles with an assignment deadline as Christmas break draws to a close. Yato's unorthodox method of helping reveals the makings of a plot which will affect the entire school.

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The holidays meant one thing for Hiyori: the library. Decked out in dusty tomes and darkened bookshelves, it was her favourite place to be. The golden lamplight and hidden corners of the library with their old scratched desks and worn chairs were a comfort. More recently, the small comfort it brought was overshadowed by her stress as she pawed over stacks of textbooks and parchment rolls.

Christmas break was nearly over, and amongst the practical classes and lazy days she had taken, she had completely forgotten about her ‘History of Magic’ homework. Being muggleborn, Hiyori certainly didn’t have the homefield advantage that the majority of her classmates had, years of knowledge ingrained into the lives of witches and wizards. Aimi and Yama weren’t around to offer support, their families taking breaks away for the holidays right up to the start of term. The castle ran as usual despite the lack of students, though most days the library would shut early and kick out the few students like her who were cramming late work.

Hiyori let out a huff of air, glancing out of the window. The sun had set hours ago. Any minute now, the librarian would come along and shoo her out of the library. She was barely anywhere close to finishing the assignment, let alone finding anything useful in the books she had pulled off the shelves. She hoped to interrogate Yukine about magic, but he always seemed reluctant and found some way to excuse himself.

I wonder if he’s actually done the homework, Hiyori thought bemusedly, letting the hardback cover of the book slam shut. Struggling under the weight, she lugged the books back to their section of the library and watched in fascination as each book floated out of her hand and slotted back into its place. Simple things like these were something she would never get used to.

Hiyori navigated through the maze of shelves, bidding goodnight to the librarian who had begun snuffing out the candlewicks and packing away misplaced scrolls. The quiet of the empty hallway sent a chill through Hiyori, the darkness uninviting and ominous. The ghosts of the castle were friendly, but who knew what other unknown creatures existed in this school?

Her footsteps echoed in the cavernous space, accompanied by nothing but silence. A few torches remained lit to light the way for students before curfew began; the moonlight hidden by grey clouds gave no illumination to her surroundings. The crevices and archways seemed more suspicious, as if harbouring ghouls or demons who silently crept after her only to melt back into the shadows the moment she looked around.

Hiyori could feel eyes on her. She knew it, but she hardly dared to look around. A quick motion ahead made her attention snap to the dim pathway ahead, alert and slightly terrified. Stock still, her eyes combed the shadows looking for some kind of sign of life – or death. Squinting, she was sure she could make out a figure lurking on the corner of the corridor, fast pressed into the darkness. Watching her.

Hiyori took a tentative step backwards, not wanting to flee too fast that it might entice whatever was waiting for her to give chase.

“What are you doing up past curfew?” A deep voice behind her made Hiyori shriek out loud, nearly jumping out of her skin. The presence she felt behind her told her that some sort of phantom – or teacher – had caught her out and about. Surely it wasn’t curfew already?! was the first thought that popped into Hiyori’s head rather than her possibly impending doom.

Hiyori spun around, fists raised in preparation for a fight with whatever was going to attack her next in this holiday break. Chocolate mice, chocolate frogs, what next, a chocolate demon?

Rather than anything sweet, she found Yato’s sour expression as he looked at her small clenched fists and underwhelming fierceness.

“Are you going to punch me or what?” His voice was somewhat impatient seeing as he hadn’t received an answer for his previous question. Hiyori blinked at him before a rush of breath she hadn’t realised she was holding escaped her.

“Oh my god, Yato,” Hiyori said, her fists relaxing as they dropped to her sides. “Don’t creep up on people like that!”

Yato looked stricken, his hands risen to his chest as if personally offended by the remark.

“Me? Creeping? That’s absurd!” he leisurely shoved his hands in his pockets with a grin, Hiyori’s agitated expression not changing. “I’m just taking a stroll on this fine evening.”

Hiyori ignored his protests, turning away for a second to looking further down the hall to check the shadow. Gone. Yato craned his neck over to peer over the top of her head, nosing at what she was searching for before she turned back around.

“Whaccha doin’?” he asked casually.

“Going back to the dorm,” Hiyori replied, shifting restlessly as curfew was approaching. “so, bye.”

Hiyori began walking down the corridor, wary of the area where she had seen… whatever she had seen. Yato followed after her, a small reassurance that she wasn’t alone even if it meant she had to put up with his natter until she got back to the tower.

“I’m surprised you aren’t already taking another nap,” Yato teased, bringing back the embarrassing memory from a few days ago that Hiyori had tried to forget. Waking up on the floor, a pillow tucked under her head as if she had been put to bed like a child (even if she was one). Yato and Yukine were practically asleep on each other, curled up on the sofa as sunlight seeped into the room. Hiyori teased them for it, calling them ‘cute’ and ‘adorable when they slept,’ much to both of their annoyance. But with a wicked exchange of grins the pair had seemed to have come up with a retaliation.

‘You drooled.’ Yukine had admitted, feigning embarrassment on her part.

‘I’ve never heard anyone snore as loud as you,” Yato had chimed in, faking a yawn as if he had barely gotten a wink of sleep, ‘or sleep talk. Who’s Jerome?”

Hiyori had tried to debunk their ‘revelations’ but they only talked louder, smirking as they made up more and more ridiculous facts about her sleeping habits.

Thinking back on their taunts, Hiyori kept a frosty silence which made Yato grin, knowing he had succeeded in winding her up. It was kinda funny the way she would try to ignore him, her paces trying to outmatch his.

“Where are you coming back from?” he asked, changing the topic for the sake of keeping the conversation alive.

“Library.”

“Why bother doing work when it’s the holidays?” Yato asked. He certainly didn’t work during holidays.

“Unlike you, some of us care about our grades,” was Hiyori’s short reply. She turned left at the end of the corridor, hoping that Yato was going in the other direction. He wasn’t.

Yato scrunched his nose. She really was annoyed at him. Oh well, no point stopping now.

“And in all this free time you haven’t finished it?” he asked. It was nearly January now, so they’d been on break for a few weeks. “What subject?”

“…History of Magic.”

“That’s easy!” Yato proclaimed but was quickly shot down by an icy look from Hiyori.

“Have you forgotten that I only started believing in magic a few months ago?”

Yato hmm-ed, tilting his head to the side as if to say: ‘Fair point’.

“Pretty much everyone grew up with magic in their lives but me, so they know all about these people we’re learning about.” Hiyori continued, her paces had slowed down a bit as she decided to vent her frustration about the seemingly unfair assignment.

“I know nothing about magic history. My friends aren’t here to help and Yukine won’t tell me.”

Yato gave her a sidelong long, finding her attention had wandered off as she began to stress over her predicament again.

“You haven’t asked me for help.” He said pointedly.

“You hardly do your own work; I found that out when Kazuma had a go at you back in November,” Hiyori replied, a wry smile playing on her lips as she remembered the comical exchange between the two of them. “If you don’t do your own work then why would you help me.”

Yato looked wounded. “You don’t know that!”

Hiyori shook her head slightly, the smile fading from her mouth. “Besides, the library has a whole section on history.”

Yato nodded once, contemplating the benefits. The factual content of the library was unparalleled to what he could provide. Hiyori rambled on, the resounding of their footsteps faintly heard over her voice.

“But there’s too much to read, and the library keeps shutting earlier and earlier because no one uses it.”

“Well, just borrow the books.” Yato said - the obvious answer, as it was a library. Hiyori shook her head once again.

“They’re library bound; I can’t take them out of their section.”

“Wel-l-l-l,” Yato weighed up the remaining options: copy someone else, flunk the work, or…

“Sneak in.”

Hiyori scoffed at the suggestion, but Yato was completely serious, waiting for her response.

“Firstly, that’s not allowed, and secondly,” Hiyori stopped short. They had reached the staircase which led to Gryffindor Tower, meaning Yato would have to vanish downstairs to the dungeons where Slytherin quarters were. If he actually stayed there, Hiyori thought briefly, recalling the cosy space of the study area which served as a hidey-hole before finishing her question. “How would I?”

Yato smirked.

“Firstly, it’s ok if no one knows, and secondly,” Yato paused for dramatic effect before jabbing his thumb at his own chest. “I’ll break you in.”

Hiyori raised an eyebrow at his confident declaration. “And how do you propose to do that?”

Yato waved his hand, dismissing the question to leave an air of mystery. “Just meet me at midnight at One-Eyed Carl.”

“One-Eyed what?”

“One-Eyed Carl. Gargoyle. Lovely fellow. First floor corridor before the library corridor.”

“Yato, I can’t just –” Hiyori began to protest the ridiculous idea. There was no way she could make it to the library unnoticed. Yato shushed her but it sounded more like a hiss with the intensity of it.

“You want to do your work, correct?”

“Yes but –” Hiyori tried to argue but was quieted once again by Yato’s interjection.

“I will help you with your work. One time offer.” Yato’s voice was low, as if someone were listening into their conversation. What a travesty it would be if someone heard that Yato was going to actually study, even more so that it wasn’t for himself. “Call it a Christmas present.”

Yato turned and began walking away, leaving Hiyori at the bottom of the staircase. Raising a hand in farewell, Yato called out before Hiyori could cancel the plan.

“Midnight.”

Luckily for Hiyori, the Fat Lady was not guarding the portrait hole when she crept out at 11:53PM to rendezvous with Yato. A quick glance at the other portraits told her that she wasn’t being watched as the majority of paintings were sleeping or missing. The knight, who could often be heard berating students for being out so late, was also missing from his frame. For a moment, Hiyori entertained the idea that he and the Fat Lady had snuck off somewhere more private.

Only when she had let the door shut quietly did she realise that she had no idea how she would get back in without the guard. Even if the Fat Lady had returned by the time she was finished, she would be reprimanded for breaking the rules. With nothing else to do, Hiyori had no choice but to shoulder her satchel and follow through with this outrageous plan.

Her steps were catlike as she trotted down the staircase, her fluffy socks masking any giveaway that she was breaking curfew. Although curfew remained enforced, the nightly patrols of teachers had temporarily ceased due to the lack of students, making it much more unlikely for her to be collared by a professor for being out so late. Still, Hiyori dared not walk in the centre of the hallways, choosing to keep to the shadows in case she would have to conceal herself quickly from someone.

The familiar yet distorted first floor corridor came into sight, the effigies on the wall glaring at her accusingly as if they knew she was going to do something wrong. Of these statues was a gargoyle with one cycloptic eye, perched on the corner of the first-floor corridor and the library which remained dark and quiet.

Hiyori looked around. There was no sign of Yato yet, so Hiyori stood patiently under One-Eyed Carl.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Hiyori dug her nails into her palms worriedly, anxiety kicking in as she stood alone in the gloomy archway. Was he playing a trick? Make her come all the way here and get in trouble when she tried to go home? Hiyori glanced at her watch. Stepping out into the dim light, she slowly turned on her heel and looked in both directions.

The halls remained empty, but she could hear footsteps even though there were no shadowy figures thrown across the walls to tell her that someone was coming. Her imagination? Her ears pricked slightly, listening but unable to pinpoint the source drawing closer and closer. Hiyori’s head snapped from one side to the other, not knowing where to look or if something indeed was coming for her this time round.

A low, agonising groan rippled through the air on Hiyori’s right. She squeaked and spun around, hand clutching the strap of her bag tightly and eyes wide. Nothing's there, Hiyori reasoned with herself, it’s an old castle, it’s just the wind. It’s just Nearly Headless Nick complaining about the Headless Hunt again. It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s –.

“BOO!” a sharp voice came from behind her as two hands seized her shoulders and pulled her backwards. Hiyori tried to scream but her voice escaped her, her throat tightening in fear.

The grip loosened on her shoulders, leaving Hiyori to stumble forward and whirl around to see what phantom was about to pounce. The space in front of her was momentarily vacant until, from nowhere, a tuft of black hair emerged, followed by blue eyes and a Cheshire-cat-like grin. Yato.

Hiyori opened and closed her mouth, completely speechless at the head floating right in front of her. If Yato hadn’t shifted his – blanket? – to reveal the rest of his body, Hiyori might’ve fainted from the sight of the seemingly levitating severed head.

“How did you do that?!” was the only thing that popped out of Hiyori’s mouth, too amazed to berate him for his prank. Yato shifted the cloth, holding it over his arm to display the swirled pattern of the fabric.

“Invisibility cloak,” he said proudly, “a trusted way to get around unnoticed.”

Hiyori gazed at the cloak in admiration. Invisibility, Hiyori marvelled, that’s handy…

“Get under.” Yato’s abrupt instruction snapped her back to reality. He wrapped the cloak around himself, holding it open so that there would be space for her to join him. Hiyori looked at him doubtfully, a hint of hesitation clouding her expression. Yato sighed.

“Do you want to do this or not?”

Hiyori certainly wasn’t going to turn back after all of this – her stubbornness was not going to allow Yato to get the better of her. After all, he was helping her. Hiyori ducked under the cloak, taking a side of it to hold up before they both fell into a steady walking pace. The material felt like water under her fingers, translucent and making her feel as if she weren’t completely part of the real world.

The window of the library’s oak door was dark, showing that the librarian and students had left long ago. Yato pulled his wand from his pocket, tapping it on the lock before chanting ‘Alohomora’. With a gentle click the mechanism unlocked. Yato turned the doorknob, pushing the door open with a creak.

They fumbled through the darkness, Hiyori leading them in the general direction of where she had been studying earlier that day. The previously dark corner was now washed with moonlight, spilling onto the desk and gently lighting the surroundings.

Yato pulled the cloak off them before tossing it onto one of the chairs. Hiyori began unpacking her bag as Yato walked a short distance away, searching for something to give them more light. Hiyori shuddered, wishing she had at least worn a jacket as she padded over to the bookcases and pulled her usual textbooks off the shelf.

When she returned with an armful of books, Yato was lighting a candelabra with his wand as if it were a matchstick. Yato looked over his shoulder at her before turning back to the wicks.

“Got enough?”

“Yeah.” Hiyori dropped the books on the desktop, nearly knocking the candles over and possibly causing the greatest loss of knowledge by fire.

Sitting opposite each other, they hefted a book each in front of them and began flicking through them. Yato scowled at the index, scanning the contents.

“What are you studying anyway?” Yato asked, already losing interest as he propped his chin up with his hand.

“The last thing is the Werewolf Code of Conduct,” Hiyori murmured, not looking up as she jotted something down, “and the founding of Hogwarts.”

Yato hmm-ed, dragging his finger down the page thoughtfully. Nothing about it here. He shoved the book to the side, picking up another and repeating the process. Two, three, four books. Seated in studious silence, the pair scanned their books, offering the occasional comment on information they had found and sharp scratched of quill on parchment. After an hour, Hiyori set her quill down and began reading what she had scribbled down.

“The Werewolf Code of Conduct was a set of rules created by the British Ministry of Magic in 1637. It outlined the responsibilities of werewolves, which suggested that they would lock themselves away on the full moon to prevent themselves from attacking. This Code was a failure as no one registered due to the stigma surrounding those who were werewolves.”

Yato had closed his eyes and rested his head back, but gave a definite nod at the work. Hiyori set down the paper and yawned, stretching her arms over her head. The moon had shifted, its light blocked out by the turrets of the castle, but the candles still gave a warm glow as wax melted down and began to drip on the table top.

Hiyori gathered the books, returning them to their designated shelves before returning with even more: a collection of books about Hogwarts. The slam of books being dropped made Yato’s eyes fly open, his near-sleep stupor vanishing as he blinked at the books.

“Seriously?” he whined, flipping the cover of the top book open with a finger as if it were dangerous. “You don’t need these books. Don’t you have ‘Hogwarts: A History’ on your first-year check list?”

Hiyori had already begun taking notes from one of the scrolls she had stacked up beside her. With one word, she justified her choice of books: “Muggleborn.”

Yato arched an eyebrow. “Wizard.”

Hiyori glanced up at him, puzzled at what he was trying to say.

“All wizards are taught about Hogwarts before they go. We spend our lives knowing about the history and classes; friends and family who’ve attended, the Daily Prophet and their usual slander about the Headmasters.”

Hiyori leant back in her chair, looking at him with a critical gaze. She couldn’t say he was lying, because truthfully, she didn’t know if he was. He knew much more about magic than her, so it would only be natural for him to know about the school.

“So,” Yato leaned forward on his elbows, arms crossed on the table as his plan to get out of more reading was slowly working. “Ask a wizard.”

Hiyori tapped her fingers on the desk and chewed her lip. It would be much quicker to ask someone than search for answers herself. No harm in testing his knowledge.

“Ok,” Hiyori said, dipping her quill into her inkpot, “When was Hogwarts founded?”

“Around about the 10th century; no one knows for sure,” Yato shot back confidently.

“Why was Hogwarts founded?”

“For children with magical abilities to enrol.”

“Who founded it?”

Yato smirked, the answer glaringly obvious. “You should at least know that.”

Hiyori looked at him, slightly annoyed that he wanted her to ask him and now he had changed his mind. She frowned at the page, trying to recall what she already knew.

“Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff…” Hiyori muttered under her breath before jotting the names down. She brought the tip of the feathered quill to her lip. Ravenclaw… Rowan? Rowanna? Rowena! She added the name to the list. One more. Slytherin.

Hiyori glanced at Yato who had cupped his chin with his hand, watching her struggle.

“Ssss-Saaalad Slytherin?” she said hopefully. Yato snorted, his face breaking into a grin which he couldn’t mask.

“The famous Salad Slytherin, son of Iceberg and Beetroot Slytherin.”

“Don’t mock me! I nearly had it!” Hiyori protested between laughs which rang out in the quiet of the library. “Ok, what’s his name.”

“Salad.”

“Yato!”

“No, it’s Salad.” Yato grinned a bit more before giving her a proper answer, lest he be hexed.

“Salazar.”

“What did these founders value in their students?”

“You should know what your values are.” Yato said lazily, losing interest in the mundane questions which were simple to him, yet new to Hiyori. Hiyori’s face was devoid of any annoyance or amusement, clearly done with the Slytherin’s smart replies to her questions.

“Gryffindor is courage and bravery,” she started, her confidence diminishing as she tried to think about the qualities of the people she had met from other houses. “Hufflepuff is… hard-working?”

Yato nodded once, “Patience and loyalty, too.”

Hiyori noted the comment. “Ravenclaw is intelligence.”

“Obviously.”

“Slytherin is…” Hiyori paused. Whatever she said would give Yato an idea of what she thought of him. Cunning? Rudeness? Sarcasm? He certainly had all of these traits. Instead, Hiyori played dumb.

“There’s too many, I don’t know which one Salizard valued.”

“Salazar,” Yato corrected her, “he valued pure…”

Yato shut his mouth quickly. This was not a good topic to get onto, especially considering how she screamed at him for not being accepted by certain purebloods in his own house. Hiyori noticed the change in his demeanour as he avoided answering, the silence drawing out.

“Pure…?” Hiyori echoed, wanting to hear the rest of the sentence. Yato looked away, crossing his arms over his chest before quietly answering.

“He only wanted pureblood students. Non-muggleborn.”

The silence that followed was even worse than any they had before. Yato tried to lighten the situation as Hiyori softly scratched the words onto her parchment.

“That was years ago. Attitudes have changed,” he said in a somewhat reassuring voice, but Hiyori’s low response caught him off-guard.

“Not all of them.”

Yato looked back at her, her hair masking her expression as she hunched over writing that she wasn’t wanted by the founder of the school. The incident with the bullies after the stunt he pulled with the arm sling was freshly re-lived in his mind for a second.

“Has anything happened since… y’know…” he asked awkwardly. He’d never checked if they continued after his threat. Hiyori finished writing, raising her head and meeting his eyes levelly.

“No.”

Yato nodded.

“Good.”

A brief silence followed. Yato looked out the window once more, the sky showing no signs of lightening yet as Hiyori asked her final question.

“What is Hogwarts’ motto and its meaning?”

“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus,” Yato replied.

Hiyori gave him a questioning look. How the hell was she meant to know what it means, let alone spell it? Sensing this, Yato plucked the quill from her hand and scribbled the words down for her on a scrap of paper.

Hiyori stared it for a moment, letting the phrase soak in as she tried to decipher it with her rudimentary knowledge of Latin.

“Dragon…” Hiyori let the word draw out, hoping Yato would step in and enlighten her as he usually did.

“Never tickle a sleeping dragon,” Yato said, shuffling in his seat restlessly. He’d had enough of the library, and History of Magic was the most mundane subject he could think of.

Hiyori quickly noted it down before saying, “That’s a weird phrase. Muggle schools tell us to ‘persevere’ or ‘aim higher’.”

“It’s practical,” Yato shrugged as he justified the quote. “Basically ‘let sleeping dogs lie’.”

Hiyori hummed, accepting the odd but true phrase before tapping the nib of her quill on the edge of her inkpot. With a blow on the paper to dry the ink, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms high above her head.

“All done.”

“About time.”

Yato pushed his chair out and stood idly, letting Hiyori pack her things and put the books away. He draped the invisibility cloak over his shoulders and contemplated whether it was worth scaring Hiyori again. Better not, he thought. We’re actually getting along like friends now.

Yato waited, the quiet footsteps from a few shelves away telling him Hiyori was on her way and ready to go. He would have to walk her back to her dorm under the cloak; the Fat Lady wouldn’t know it was Hiyori who was out so late. Hiyori rounded the corner, nearly jumping at the half-formed body in front of her until Yato held it open once again. She slipped in next to him, allowing him to drape it over their whole bodies and began walking at an even pace through the aisles.

Whispers.

Yato noticed the whispers first, but it was too late as they both rounded the borderline close to the restricted area. Two figures – teachers – were huddled in the shadows and dust of the books, a single lamp casting shadows on their sharp features. Takemikazuchi – the potions master who seemed to have a particular spite for Yato, and Kuguha – who seemed to take joy in treating Hiyori with a particular malice.

Hiyori nearly squeaked at the sudden appearance of these intruders in the library (despite being one herself) but she stopped short. Yato’s hand gripped her arm, silently telling her to stop walking as the pair before them both turned at the sound of their footsteps.

Hiyori dared not breathe as Kuguha’s eyes narrowed, as if he knew they were there and were searching for some kind of chink in their invisible armour. Apparently he didn’t find one, as Takemikazuchi grabbed his sleeve and forced him to look back at him.

“The vault heist went as planned –”

Hiyori felt a chill run down her spine as if something menacing were behind her. She quietly turned her head to look over her shoulder. Through the filmy mesh she could see shadows, but the smallest, half tucked in the columns, caught her attention. Almost human-like.

Though it might have been a trick of the dark, Hiyori felt uneasy.

“That stone is –”

Yato was still listening intently to the conversation between the two men, paying no attention to Hiyori’s urgently shaking his arm. He raised his hand in a motion for silence.

“Nicolas Flamel is –”

“Yato…!” she hissed, instantly regretting it as her anxiety had projected her voice more than she intended.

Yato quickly clamped his hand her mouth, half-dragging her closer to him as both men turned in their direction. He tucked themselves around the corner of the bookshelves out of sight – despite the invisibility cloak already doing that for them – Hiyori still pressed close to his side.

Yato intently tried to listen to what Kuguha had continued to say, but Hiyori's angry mumbling threatened to expose them before he could find out what was in that vault. Yato leant close to her ear, a hushed whisper escaping his lips as he gently removed his hand from her mouth and turned back to where Kuguha and Takemikazuchi were talking.

“… in the Chamber.”

Whatever Takemikazuchi had been saying was lost to Yato thanks to Hiyori’s interruption. Their meeting seemed to have adjourned, and Takemikazuchi swept past them, dark robes billowing as his footsteps rang throughout the vast emptiness of the library. Kuguha, however, was heading into the restricted section and vanished out of sight within moments.

Hiyori released a shaky breath.

“What was that about?” she asked, but Yato wasn’t listening. The cogs in his mind had begun to turn.

Gringotts. Vault 717. Nicolas Flamel. A stone. His stone? A chamber. What chamber? Not that Chamber. Truth, myth, it blurred into one thought, one idea, one plan. But what was it?

After a moment Yato shook his head. Best not to tell Hiyori about what he was thinking, or what he knew.

“No idea.”

#look at that #its not dedicated to someones birthday for once #i cant believe i took scarfs beta virginity #kick my own ass into actually writing more #noragami aragoto #noragami #yato #hiyori #yatori #hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness #my writing

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Too Close To Home - Chapter 5

“Hello?” I said through the microphone.

“Hey, Camila, can you meet me tonight?”

I frowned, why does she need me this late, “It’s half past 2 Lauren.”

“What are you, the time teller?” She said, her joke holding little humor in them.

I sighed, this day gonna be a long night, it already is, “What I meant by that is why do you need me at this hour? It’s late.”

“Can you just meet me at the secluded spot on the beach we always went to when we were younger? I’m on my way there already. Please…” and with that, she hung up, knowing that I would go.

***

After about 15 minutes later, I’ve finally arrived. I paid the Uber driver and went out of the car. I do have a personal driver, but it’s almost 3, I’m sure he’s asleep right now so I might as well use Uber. My manager and the security wouldn’t allow me to go anyway, so I snuck out.

I walk towards the spot Lauren and I used to go whenever we were in LA, still painfully aware where the spot was.

Once I was near, I saw a figure siting and staring towards the ocean with her knees up against her chest. The glow on the full moon in front of her illuminating her face, making her cheekbones look sharper than usual.

She’s absolutely breathtaking.

She hasn’t changed much physically. She has hit her puberty pretty early so I don’t think her face will change anytime soon. But that doesn’t mean she’s not beautiful. Even after 4 years being attached to her hip, she could still make my heart race and my throat dry. That’s why I always brought a bottle of water with me back then.

She hasn’t noticed my presence yet so I took some more time to stare at her, a certain flash of memory suddenly flooding through my mind.

—

“Where are we going?” I asked, afraid that we might get caught. This is the first time I’ve snuck out.

“I saw a spot on the beach that no one goes to. I wanna bring you there.”

“It’s late, why do we need to go to the beach now? Can’t we go there early in the morning or something? Yknow, like a normal person.”

She laughs, “People usually go to the beach in the morning, but what they don’t know is that it’s prettier at night. Come on.”

I simply obliged, knowing that arguing with her would be useless. She’s so headstrong at what she believes in, it’s unbelievable. The silver lining is that at least if I get caught sneaking out, she’ll get caught with me. It’ll lower the blow.

We walk out of the mansion and saw a taxi parked outside the gate. Lauren held my hand and practically dragged me into the car. Once we were both inside, she showed him the direction to the beach while I sat there fidgeting, still scared that we might get caught. I don’t think pillows covered in blankets on the bed would suffice.

We arrived approximately 20 minutes later. Lauren paid the driver and bid our goodbyes. She held my hand again and directed me to the spot where she said was isolated. It was late at night though, so I don’t see the point in her going to that spot when the beach is basically empty.

After a ten minute walk, I saw a place where it looked untouched. The usual trail of multiple footprints on the beach weren’t there. She stops walking eventually and sat down, bringing me to sit down next to her.

She releases her hold on my hand and hugs her knees up to her chest, staring at the moon while I stare at her.

That’s when I start to notice how beautiful she looks. I mean, I know she’s attractive from the very beginning, I just didn’t think I would be the one attracted to her.

Do I like her romantically? I know our friendships weren’t really normal since day 1 but then, what do I know about friendships. We have kicked it off since the very beginning, talking about something we both love, music. We found out then that we have a lot more in common than we thought. We even get touchy most of the time, even at the most absurd time possible. But does that mean I am actually falling for her?

She’s currently wearing a blue sweater and jeans. Her face void of makeup, making her look paler than usual. Her lips are a bit chapped but it still looks kissable.

‘Whoa, where did that come from?’ I mentally question myself.

She eventually looks at me and caught me staring at her, causing me to create a red tint on my cheeks. She smiles fondly and rests her head on my shoulder.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” I said with a content sigh, finally looking at the scene in front of us. Although it really was beautiful, the first thought that crossed my mind when she asked that was her.

“The moon looks particularly lovely tonight. Did you know that the moon is a companion for the loners? They look up to the moon when they’re in deep thoughts, talking to it when they have no one to talk to. But even if it’s always there at night, they can never get close to it. They just keep going in circle if they try to chase it.”

I look at her again, what she has just said was well thought out. Have she thought of this before or was she just that good with analyzing on the spot?

“You’re my moon,” I burst out without thinking, mentally knocking my head on a wall when I realized what I have just said.

She surprised me by looking back up at me, a huge smile plastered across her face making her face light up. Her facial expression contagious that I start to mirror hers.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really.”

“Awww, thanks. You’re my sun. You always brighten up my day and the people around you. You’re so important to me even if we just met a few months ago. I really can’t see myself without you in the future.”

“You’re such a sap,” I reply with a small laugh, dismissing what she has just said. My face was like a tomato by then.

She just smiled when we stare at each other, my heart is beating so fast that I don’t know how it hasn’t burst out of my body.

“How did you find this place?” I asked.

She seemingly woke up from her daze before saying, “I was walking through the beach without having a sense of direction the other day and came across here. It’s far from the parking lot, and knowing people, I think they’re probably too lazy to walk this far.”

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t bring me. But it’s great that you did. It’s really nice here, thanks.”

“My pleasure, now I get to share this place with you… my person.”

I smile at each her, feeling like I’m on the clouds when she said that.

A few days later, Lauren knocked on my door and told me that she and Keaton are dating, breaking my heart while doing so.

—

That spot became the place where we could be ourselves. We couldn’t go to normal dates so we went here instead, knowing that no one could see us.

I can remember those memories like yesterday. That was the first heartbreak I had. She told me with such joyous expression, babbling everything all at once about the date she had with him hours before.

I avoided her for a week after that. I know that it was immature, but I couldn’t handle listening to her talking about how great his kisses were. My heart couldn’t handle it.

The day she told me that they broke up was the day I realized that I really did love her.

The interesting part about that particular memory was that I didn’t realize how true it was. Lauren really is my moon.

I said it at that time because Lauren was the person I could be with at night, talking endlessly about anything and everything. But now that I really think about it, she was also the person that I had been mindlessly chasing, only to have her go further away. It was always like that, even after we got together, I could never get to her close enough.

I realized that I was still staring at her so I walk once more and sat next to her.

She visibly stiffened, aware of my presence but still looking not looking at me. Her brows were furrowed, probably thinking of what to say.

“Hey,” she decided.

“Sup?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Did you get lost before coming here?”

“No, I actually still go here when I’m in LA sometimes. This place is kind of my safe haven,” I answered.

“Mine too,” she said. Seconds passing through before she asks, “Have you brought anyone else here?”

“Nope, didn’t feel right to. Probably because it was yours before it was ou-, I mean mine.”

She nodded, “have you dated anyone after me?”

“Lauren, why did you call me?” I asked instead, getting more and more impatient as she still hasn’t direct the actual reason why she called. Besides, she doesn’t deserve an answer. She doesn’t even have the right to ask me that to begin with.

“Not beating around the bush, I see?” she laughed humorlessly, inhaling deeply before continuing, “Can you help me look for Lucy?”

I frowned. What the hell was she thinking, asking her ex to help her find her fiancé? That’s just so wrong in so many levels.

“I have so many questions swarming on my head right now, I don’t even know what to ask first,” I replied, my voice was low with a bit of menace on them.

“Try me.” I don’t think she realizes that my mood is changing.

“Well for one, how the fuck did you conclude that calling your ex in the middle of the night was okay? Secondly, not only are you calling her in the middle of the night, you also asked her to come to the one place where everything between us begun. This was the place where you brought me back when we were in X-Factor, making me realize about my attraction towards you. This was the place where we told all of our secrets, knowing that it would stay here. This was the place you brought me on our first date. What the fuck were you thinking?” I asked, my voice getting louder and louder as the words come out. To say that I was pissed was an understatement.

She was taken aback, surprised by my sudden shift in mood, not realizing how stupid she is right now.

“Wel-”

“I’m not done,” I interrupted, not caring how rude it was. In contrast to what she has done, she earned it. I continued, “In what world did you think that asking your ex to help you find your current girl, fiancé to be exact, is acceptable?” I pushed the word ex and fiancé, trying to make her realize my perspective on this. I didn’t realize I was standing now.

“I-, I have no one else to ask for help. I wanted to ask the girls but they were probably sleeping already so-”

“And you think calling me was the best idea? I could’ve been sleeping too. Oh my God. You’re so considerate Lauren,” sarcasm dripping out of my mouth.

She stood up before saying, “You were my best friend before we were anything else, Camila. Is it wrong for me to try to rekindle our friendship back before we were dating? It was a mistake for us to date in the first place.”

Time stops at that last statement. I was breathing shallowly, my mind racing and my emotions all over the place to the point where I don’t know how to react.

First, it was anger, simply because she has just revealed that she regretted dating me. Then it turned into sadness, did she really think it was a mistake? Even if it ended badly, I don’t think I would change it for anything else. She changed me for the better.

And here I was reminiscing about my past with her just moments before.

“You’re a jerk, you know that Lauren? You were the first person I gave everything to and now you just revealed to me that you regretted it all?”

“I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“Then how did you mean it Lauren? Did you even like me when we were together? Did you even care? Do you even care now?”

“Of course I do.”

“You sure? Cause your actions speaks otherwise. There you are thinking that I would still do anything for you, no questions asked. Does that make you feel better Lauren? And for me to think that you changed-”

“You think I would change?” She interrupted, “I’m engaged Camila. What do you expect me to do? Break up with Lucy and run away with you? I love her!” She says, clearly getting mad now.

“Wow, first you say that you regretted being with me. And now you basically said that you didn’t love me.”

“I didn’t say that,” Lauren retorts weakly.

“BASICALLY you did. You don’t want to leave her because you love her. YOU LEFT ME THOUGH.” I said, disclosing my insecurities to the woman I love, or loved.

“NO I DIDN’T, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STOPPED TALKING TO ME!!!”

“YEAH! BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO!!”

“OH MY GOD!!! LET IT GO. I just want to be friends again.”

“WELL!! IT’S A LITTLE LATE FOR THAT, DON’T YOU THINK? THEY’RE ALREADY CAUGHT ON THAT WE WERE TOGETHER.”

“What?” she says, her face contorted into what looks like confusion.

“You didn’t check your Twitter?” I asks, finally lowering my voice.

“No, I had an argument with Lucy, which was because of you and your little performance by the way. I had no time to check shit.”

“Well, you’re gonna love this then. It’ll add more spice to your relationship,” I said humorlessly, ignoring the part where she’s blaming for their fight.

“What’s happening on Twitter?” she asks.

“I’m not sure I know how to explain so just check it.”

She sighs and takes out her phone from her back pocket. She starts searching while I stood there awkwardly, shifting from one leg to the other, not sure if I should go or not.

I look at her, her brows furrowed, clearly disturbed by whatever it is on her phone.

After approximately 10 minutes later, she looked up from her phone. “I’m dead.”

“Yeah, well, you deserve it.”

“Fuck off Camila. This is all your fault. We were fine before you came, bulldozing your way back into our lives, causing a hurricane on our relationship.”

“Bulldoze? What? I seriously can’t believe I’m talking to a dumbass. one, we were bound to see each other again, what did you expect? Two, it wasn’t my fault that we came to the same award show. Three, it wasn’t my fault that the people wanted to put us near each other. Lastly, it wasn’t my fault that you knocked on my door and hugged me. So shut up Lauren. You’re just as much at fault as me.”

“Whatever. I can’t take this shit anymore, especially when MY FIANCÉ is probably getting drunk somewhere.” She said, and starts walking towards the parking lot, leaving me alone.

Once she was out of sight, I broke down. My strong facade breaking. My legs became weak suddenly, causing me to fall to my knees while all the tears I held back before spilling out of my eyes. I fell backwards, making my ass fall on the sand. I then stretched my legs and pulled them to my chest, knowing my eyes are gonna hurt from swelling the day after. But I couldn’t stop.

My head felt heavy so I rested my forehead on my knees. Tears still falling continuously, wetting my thighs.

***

All of the tears were out by the time the sun started rising. I wiped my cheeks and stood up, my head suddenly spinning, probably because of dehydration. I realize that this is actually the first bad experience we have on this spot, tainting every good memories on the way. It made me sad more because this was probably the only place where I could think of Lauren and not see fights.

I walk back to the parking lot, calling an Uber on the way, thanking the founder of Uber because I would be stranded if it wasn’t for them.

As I waited, I think back to the conversation I had with Lauren. I was hurt to say the least. She’s blaming me for coming in between Lauren and Lucy. It was something I promised I wouldn’t do. I don’t m want to wreck anyone’s relationship.

I know I shouldn’t try to make justice for what I’ve done, but I don’t think I could go on with my life knowing that I could possibly tainted their relationship.

So I decided to do what I could only think of at that moment, I called Lucy.

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Routine part 4 of the Inevitable

Summary: dean gets laid (a lot) and it bothers Y/N, Y/N and sam work on their issues. Y/N tells him something while Dean is *cough* a little busy *cough*

Warnings: suggestive content, swearing, emotions, slow burn

Word count:~1500

part 1, part 2, part 3

“YOU’RE NOT HUNTING. END OF STORY,” Dean shouted at me.

“FUCK THAT, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT,” I shouted back. This had been going on for a while now.

“No, you can’t! You would be killed in a heartbeat!”

“So teach me! If you teach me I won't die!”

“I’m not letting you hunt!” he slammed his hands down on the table in my dingy motel room.

“Oh my god!” I fell down onto the bed and threw my hands up in the air. “‘Let’?! You’re not ‘letting’ me?! You are not in control of me! I am an adult, I am not your pet!”

“That’s not...not what I meant. Look, it’s not your world and I don't want you getting hurt!” he said, exasperated.

“Not my world?! Oh yeah, the supernatural is no place for an empath like me,” I said sarcastically.

“We have been going in circles for hours!” he collapsed into one of the wooden chairs.

“Exactly! Just suck it up and accept the fact that you’re not getting rid of me!” I sat up and gestured at him.

“I don't want to get rid of you! I just don't want you to get hurt!”

“I won't!”

“Fine! But research only.” He pointed at me definitively.

“For now,” I challenged. He got up and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I assumed he was going to go find a bar or go find a chick to hook up with so I locked the door behind him and started to look for cases.

A few hours later, I heard the sound of the impala rolling up in front of the motel. Hoping it was just Dean, I listened to see if he had brought someone home with him but when I heard a woman’s laughter going into the room next to mine I knew he wasn't alone. By the time I heard Sam grumble his way to Dean’s door I was comfortably settled in watching a show. Since I thought Sam wouldn't want to walk in on Dean in the throws of it, I popped my head out of my door.

“Hey sam,” I called, trying to get his attention.

“What’s up?”

“You might not want to go in there for a bit, Dean brought a woman back with him,” I warned.

“Oh, thanks,” he said dejectedly.

“If you need somewhere to crash, there’s an extra bed in my room,” I offered and he followed me inside.

“Thanks,” he said as he put his papers and stuff he got from the library down. He went to take a shower and before he was out I had fallen asleep on top of the covers.

Over the next few weeks that became routine: when Dean had someone in his room, Sam would crash with me. Although at the beginning Sam really didn't like me, he eventually grew pretty fond of me and I started to see him as this giant younger brother/best friend. We usually talked about our past or researched or worked out together, but one night we got to talking about something else.

“Sam,” I called from my doorway, in a monotone voice.

“Again? That’s like three times this week,” he joked as he walked into my room.

“Ha, yeah..” I acknowledged.

“Hey, you ok? You seem sad.” I could tell he was concerned but this was something I couldn't let him know. If he found out I had feelings for his brother, I was sure it wouldn't be long before Dean knew too.

“What? No. I'm fine! You want to do research or watch a show?” I tried to play it off and sat cross-legged on one of the beds.

“Come on, Y/N. I know something's up, what’s going on? You can tell me anything,” he came over and put his arm around my shoulders.

“Really, I’m ok. So, what do you think we're hunting?” He gave me a look but let me change the subject. We sat surrounded by papers and our laptop screens showed about a billion different sites while we were trying to figure out what keeps killing these men.

“Hey, you want a beer?” he asked, standing in front of the fridge.

“No, I’m-” I was cut off my the sounds coming from Dean’s room. I visibly flinched at the noise. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll....I’ll be back.” I quickly rushed to close the door behind me. I stood there with my back against the door and tried to catch my breath. I knew it was lame to be this upset over Dean hooking up with so many people, especially when he obviously didn’t feel the same. It’s just not fun to listen to.

“You sure you don't want a beer?” Sam asked through the door.

“Nope, I’m good!” I said cheerfully when I came out, and took my place on the bed again.

“Ok..?” he said clearly confused, “So you have a thing for Dean, huh?”

“Come again?!” I feigned disbelief, pulling my sleeve down over the mark on my wrist that proved my feelings about Dean.

“That's why you’re grumpy tonight, you don't want to see him hooking up with anyone other than you!” he said excitedly.

“You cannot tell him! Please!” I begged. Sam already knew so I wasn't even gonna try to convince him he was wrong.

“I’m not going to, but you know you could have told me,” he rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Yeah right, I still don't believe you’re not going to tell him.”

“Hey, I made a promise, and I keep those,” he said as he took my arm and raised my sleeve uncovering the dark red mark. “So that’s what you’re always trying to hide.”

“Makeup and long sleeves. It’s what I’ve been doing since I was 18.”

“So wait, you’ve had the hots for my brother since you guys met? And you’ve never done anything about it?” he seemed shocked that I had been able to keep it to myself all these years.

“I mean, when we met I knew he wasn't going to be around for very long. And since he got back from Hell, I’ve just been trying to get back to being as close as we used to. Plus this life isn't one for relationships, and I would want more than a hookup.”

“I see, I think.”

“Just go with it, but for real this time: we HAVE to find out what we’re hunting.”

It went on like that for a few more weeks until we all decided to blow off some steam at a local bar. Usually, I wouldn't go with them, but I was sick of being cooped up. Between constant research and training with Sam, I was sore and tired and I wanted something stronger than a beer. We picked the closest bar that didn't give us all the creeps. Once we got there, we found a table and ordered our drinks when a waitress found us.

“Hey Sugar, I'll have a whiskey,” Dean flirted at the waitress.

“Ok, one whiskey for asshole over here, anything for you guys?” she turned from Dean with a frown.

“Gigantor will have a beer and I will have a vodka tonic, thank you,” I said with a smile.

“Sounds good, darling,” she said to me and walked away swinging her hips.

“Whoa-ho, look at you go. Y/N gettin in the game!” Dean teased. I could feel the blush creeping up my face.

“It’s about time,” Sam said and I shot him a look.

“Alright guys, shut up,” I scolded them and of course they didn't shut up, but that was ok because throughout the night she and I kept flirting and the boys eventually ate their words.

“Hey gorgeous, I think we’re ready for the bill,” I said when she came around again.

“On its way,” she winked as she walked back up to the bar. When she came back she handed me the bill with her number on the back. “I get off in ten minutes if you want to wait around?”

“Bye, boys!” I called over my shoulder as I followed her to the back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the boys exchange jealous looks and walk out of the bar.

“So, my place or yours?” she asked between kisses.

“Yours. The guys are at mine,” I gasped when she kissed my neck. We got an uber back to her place where I spent the night. When I got back to the motel, I went to my room first and took a shower and changed clothes. Once I had made sure I looked like I hadn't just woken up, I went over to the boys’ room.

“Wel,l there she is! Our little stud!” Dean clapped as I walked through the door.

“Alright, alright, alright! Enough already, I hooked up, so what?” I sat down and we started to research. Every now and then, they would say something about last night, but overall it was just a normal day. Which was nice cause i wasn't sure how the boys would react to me hooking up with a girl, cause ya’know there's a difference between being ok with it in theory and actually seeing it happen, but they seemed chill about it so i feel better about being myself around them.

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