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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 4 years ago

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The Beast Within

An Asahi x fem! reader fic || Technically SFW but there’s sliiiightly suggestive content || Fluff at the end

Warnings: Violence, Anger, a veiled reference to sexual stuff?? idk what else to call it

Asahi was the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person you had ever known. Even though his ace persona took over whenever he played Volleyball, in real life he was the kind of person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. You had been friends with him for about a year and you could have sworn up and down that you had never even seen him raise his voice at anyone.

So, it came as a complete shock to you when you heard a loud thump and a crack and you turned around to see Asahi standing over a fallen figure. His right hand was balled into a fist, and there was a look of pure, unadulterated anger on his face.

The figure, that looked like he might have been a college boy, was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, groaning in pain. Suga and Daichi ran to aid their friend and you watched in utter disbelief as Asahi lifted the man roughly by his collar and raised his fist, looking ready to strike again.

The whimpering boy, half-hanging in air, held up by his collar with Asahi towering over him and his bleeding nose, ready to strike again; the entire scene sent chills down your spine. Asahi looked like he had every intention of killing the boy in front of him and you finally realized what other people meant when they said Asahi was scary. You had never taken any heed to those words before because he had always been such a teddy bear but today, in this moment, you had goosebumps. And for the first time in your life, you were afraid of Asahi Azumane.

The terror must have been written all over your face because Asahi looked up at that moment, saw your face and his expression seemed to soften a little. His eyes still sparkled with rage but he lowered his fist. He loosened his hold on the person’s collar but instead of simply letting go, he pushed him into the ground as he stood up.

He stepped away from him and as he walked away, Suga opened his mouth to say something but he stopped him before he could get any words out. “Suga, not now, please. I need some space to clear my head and calm down for a bit.” Even though he said those words in a normal tone, there was a “no nonsense” air about it and Suga nodded meekly as Asahi walked away. You watched with your mouth half open as he walked past you, not meeting your eyes and his face as serious as it could get.

Suga and Daichi came up to you and so did Kiyoko after a few minutes.

Suga: W-What the hell?!?! W-What happened?

Daichi, staring with his eyes wide at Asahi’s retreating figure, was at a complete loss for words. “I have never seen him like this. Ever. Almost three years I have known him and I have never even seen him even talk to strangers without fumbling over his words, much less get violent-”

Who would have thought today would turn out to be like this? It was your last year in High School and you and your group of friends (Kiyoko, Asahi, Daichi and Suga) had all decided to take a weekend trip down to the beach together. Asahi had looked exceptionally hot today in his red Hawaiian shirt (which he had conveniently left open at the front) and his perfect abs had been quite a distraction for you as you tried to enjoy your time with your closest friends.

You had looked no less, though. With your maroon one-piece swimsuit with slits on the sides, showing off your waist and perfectly hugging your curves, you had looked absolutely smoking.

After a long day of frolicking in the water, splashing and chasing each other around and playing a lot of beach volleyball, you all had decided to relax and take a stroll through the beachside market. Kiyoko and Asahi had somehow gone ahead of the group while you strolled around lazily, idly chatting with Suga and Daichi. You had been browsing through a souvenir stall when the entire incident took place.

Which brings us back to the present.

“- I’m sure he must have had a good reason but for Asahi to do something like this???” Daichi said as he paced around.

It’s true. Even in your wildest dreams, you couldn’t have imagined Asahi like this.

“He deserved it,” Kiyoko said quietly.

All three heads turned to her instantly.

“You know what happened, Shimizu?” Suga asked.

She nodded.

“Tell us!”

“I- I’m not sure if he would want me to say,” Kiyoko replied. But as she said it, she was looking at you with a slightly troubled expression on her face.

“What’s that expression- why are you looking at me like that, Kiyoko?” you ask.

“It’s nothing-” Suga intervened, "It's obviously not nothing I mean this is Asahi we are talking about. It must have been something really serious for him to act like this. Please, Kiyoko. Tell us.”

Kiyoko sighed, “Well, I guess it’s not exactly a secret since that guy was really loud.”

“So, Asahi was shopping at that stall over there,” she said, turning around and pointing to the stall that was located right next to where the altercation took place, “and I was helping him choose something when these two college boys came by us.”

“They seemed really drunk and they were talking very loudly. The guy in the green shirt saw Y/N standing here with Suga and Daichi and he whistled. He thought he was far away from you so he could say whatever he wanted.

He started commenting on your body and how sexy you looked.”

Kiyoko stopped to read your expression. You could tell she was hesitant about continuing her story because she did not want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, Kiyoko. I want to know what he said.”

Kiyoko continued, “Then he proceeded to describe to his friend in detail - uh - the - uh - things he.... wanted to do you. It was absolutely filthy and vile and even I am not comfortable repeating his words.” You can tell how bad it must have been by the way Kiyoko shivered as she completed her sentence.

“I had no idea Azumane would react the way he did, though. He walked up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. I assumed he probably wanted to tell him off or ask him to go away or, at the most, threaten him with his intense expression like he usually does. But as soon as the guy turned to look at him, he just straight up punched him in the face.”

“Wow. Yeah, he totally deserved it,” Suga said, looking deep in thought, “Even so, I would have never expected Asahi to use physical force. I swear, I have never even seen the guy so much as swat a bug away. Although, it also kind of makes sense seeing that it was Y/N that guy was talking about.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A look of panic flashed across Suga’s face before he said, “I m-mean, seeing that you’re one of his best friends! He would totally feel protective about you.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion and you also didn’t miss Daichi and Kiyoko glancing at each other when Suga faltered. However, you didn’t press the matter further. You were more worried about Asahi at this point.

“I should go find him and see if he is okay. You guys should look for a nice place where we can have a chill dinner. Preferably with no alcohol,” you say, rolling your eyes. The others nodded and you set off to find Asahi.

It wasn’t difficult to find him. The sun hadn’t set yet so it was still bright out and his red shirt and large build were hard to miss. He was sitting in a rather secluded part of the beach, surrounded by large rocks on both sides. He didn’t seem angry at all anymore. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared at the ocean in front of him.

“You okay?”

Your voice broke him out of his reverie and he turned to see you standing behind him.

“Y-Yeah” he seemed almost apologetic as he answered you.

“Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

You were not sure if he wanted you near him or to talk to you since he had asked Suga for some space so you were very hesitant while asking him this.

He winced. “I knew it. I scared you. I am so so sorry.”

“W-what? I didn’t mean-” He stood up. “I saw it in your face. I saw how you looked at me when I... when I punched that guy. I saw how terrified you were of me.”

He wasn’t meeting your eyes, instead he was looking straight down at the ground and, large as he was, he seemed to shrink before you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“I-” you were at a loss of words. He was right, you HAD been scared of him in that moment. You couldn’t control how you reacted to the situation. But before you could start to speak, he continued.

“You were one person who never thought I was scary. You always treated me like a normal person. You were never scared to approach me.

But I am afraid that I ruined that tonight with my behaviour. I have seen that look thousands of times in people’s eyes whenever they look at me. But-” his voice was cracking now, “P-please believe me when I say that I did it for a reason. I cannot tell you the reason but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I know you are probably going to be scared of me from now on. But please believe me, I would never, ever in my life even think of hurting yo-”

He was cut off as you threw your arms around him and enveloped him in a tight hug. He was so surprised by your reaction that it took a moment for him to return the hug. When he did, he buried his face in your shoulder and you could feel his tears on your bare skin.

“I already know what happened.”

He broke away from you and looked at you in surprise, his eyes red.

“Yes. Kiyoko told me most of it. She didn’t elaborate on what the guy said exactly though but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. And it’s true, I did feel scared at that moment. But it was just a reaction. The look in your eye was murderous and I have never seen you this way. So it surprised me. And scared me. But now that I know why you did what you did, I am not scared anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“O-of course.” and after a brief pause, “How are the others doing?”

“They’re fine. I asked them to look for a restaurant for dinner tonight. Let’s go to them?”

“Yeah uh- before we do that, I - uh - wanted to give you something.”

“Oh?”

Asahi was blushing when he took something out of his pocket. You put your hand out and he placed something on your palm. Your eyes widened as you looked at what he gave you. It was a seashell pendant.

“Oh my God, it’s beautiful!! And in my favourite colour too! I had been looking for one like this since ages!”

“Yeah, you had mentioned it in passing once when we were planning this trip. This is what I was buying when, you know, shit happened. I asked Kiyoko to help me pick it out for you because I didn’t want to get the wrong thing.”

“I can’t believe you remembered that! It’s perfect and I love it! Can you help me wear it?” you asked him, handing the pendant back to him. “Y-yeah,” he blushed. You turned your back to him and held up your hair with one arm so that he could put the necklace on easily. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he placed the necklace delicately on you. He used his fingers to move away stray hairs and his touch was so gentle that it sent shivers down your spine (the good kind this time).

As he fumbled around with the delicate clasp with his large fingers, he spoke, “I - uh - I - I- actually wanted to tell you something.”

You could tell he was really nervous. You waited for him to continue.

“I-I know it’s our last year and soon we will probably be in different cities and this is probably the last thing you want to hear from me right now but-”

The clasp snapped into place and the necklace was now secure around your neck. You turned around to face him.

“But?” you reached your hand out to hold his.

He was really taken aback by your action and his eyes widened. It seemed to give him some confidence.

“B-But I know I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t ask you when I have the chance. A chance that I thought I’d lost forever today. So, Y/N, I really, really like you. I have liked you for a long time now and you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. A-and I was wondering if you w-would like to go out with me?”

“I really, really like you too, Asahi.” You were smiling widely as you said “Yes” and stood on your toes to give him a light kiss on his forehead.

Asahi was blushing furiously now. You laughed out loud at how flustered he was. It was good to have the goofy, old teddy bear back.

As you linked your arm through his and walk back to your friends, you couldn’t help but be giddy with happiness.

You were going out with the best, most gentle, most caring person you have ever known. But you now know that there is a beast within him. A beast that will do anything to protect you.

FIN.

Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it.

Sorry if you think it is ooc for Asahi but I do think that, when it comes to it, he is the kind of person who would go to any lengths to protect the people he cares about. Case in point, when he used his looks to scare off two boys who were trying to hit on Kiyoko during the third years’ shrine visit (manga only scene).

I am kind of not really satisfied with this one but I also just spent more than half a day writing this so I didn’t want to ditch it halfway.

Reblogs, likes and follows are very much appreciated.

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azucanela · 4 years ago

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AS THE WORLD CAVES IN BY MATT MALTESE

PAIRING: IZUKU MIDORIYA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY: In which Izuku reveals to some of his classmates the possibility of a traitor, though he’s still painfully unaware as to who it is. Until it hits him.

WARNINGS: ANGST.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K.

A/N: i just felt like pain and the song inspired me so,,, songfic! i recommend listening.

BNHA MASTERLIST

THE CLASS LOOKS TO HIM, INCREDULOUSLY, yet Bakugou is alarmingly silent as Izuku finally utters out the words that have been plaguing his mind for days— weeks even. Uraraka looks insulted by the implications behind his words, carefully chosen to hopefully lessen the blow of the reveal, and to showcase the underlying threat.

There was a traitor amongst them.

“You can’t be serious.” Uraraka exclaimed, mouth gaping open as she searched for words, her cheeks flushing.

Bakugou has crossed his arms in his seat, but it isn’t hard to tell that he’s uncomfortable. Scared even. Or for Y/N it isn’t— then again, the nature of her quirk allows her to read such emotions. She can feel panic submerge the room, the anxiety— the fear. And most of all, the suspicion. If Y/N didn’t know any better she would assume Izuku himself was the traitor, because what better way would there be to throw people off your trail than to be the person who suggests the possibility? What better way to cause chaos than to turn your classmates against each other with such a suggestion?

It’s Todoroki that speaks up next, pushing himself off of the wall as he says, “it’s a possibility.” Though he looks to Izuku, tilting his head in confusion before asking, “why would you tell us though? Have you eliminated the possibility of our involvement?”

“Or have you narrowed down the possible suspects to this group and hoped to catch them off guard?” Iida chimes in, finally looking up to the group, attempting to stop the shake of his hands. There was no doubt his mind was thinking back to his brother— to Stain. All the blood and violence they faced that day had certainly left scars that weren’t just physical. And the thought of a traitor amongst them, potentially involved with the group that took his brother’s career away?

Iida ceased his deathly stare as he inhaled deeply, eyes scanning his classmates as Kirishima began to speak, “that’s not possible. We know each other, we’ve been through so much there’s no way—” His eyes fall on Bakugo, and Kirishima’s breath hitches, nearly choking on his own words as his fists clench. “It’s not possible.” Kirishima repeats weakly, though it’s clear he no longer believes that.

Izuku grimaces, he expected this reaction, anger, fear, panic, distress, denial. He finds himself wondering how Y/N is feeling due to all the emotions that are likely circulating through the room right now, perhaps she’s too overwhelmed to comment. It would explain her silence. His eyes falling on her figure, Y/N’s brows have furrowed, clearly deep in thought.

With a sigh, Izuku elects to continue as he rises from his seat, “I don’t know if it’s someone in Class 1A exactly, but it’s probably someone in the hero course.” He’d considered this possibility for a while, UA had beefed up security after each attack, and there was no way the League of Villains could catch up as quickly as they had without someone on the inside.

Uraraka is pacing now, “you can’t seriously be considering this!” she exclaims, distress clear in her tone.

“It would explain a lot actually.” Comes Bakugou’s first comment, causing everyone’s eyes to drift over to him. Though his eyes are glued to Izuku as he asks, “what else do you got, Deku?”

Izuku simply nods before continuing, “assuming its a hero course student. It’s likely someone in our year, who has also been at each of the attacks.” He begins, “not only that but they would never to have some sort of means to communication with... with the League. Maybe someone who disappears frequently with no explanation—”

“But the U.S.J. attack was only Pro Heroes and... our class.” Y/N finally mumbles out, drawing everyone’s attention to her. “That would mean it would have to be—”

“No, no way.” Uraraka cries out, looking to her classmates, “right?”

Todoroki shrugs, brows furrowing as he brings a hand to his chin, “Hagaruke went completely undetected by me during that attack.” He’s thinking aloud, but his words speak volumes to the rest of his classmates.

Izuku nods slowly, hand falling to his notebook within his pocket when he pauses.

He’d taken to writing the abilities, good and bad, setbacks and all, of almost every Pro Hero or Pro Hero to be he had ever encountered. He’d even written down strategies on how to take them down.

For some reason Izuku’s mind wanders to the day they all witnessed Endeavor’s fight with a nomu. In which he witnessed the very strategy he had listed for taking down the now Number One Hero, almost exactly.

There was only one person who had access to his notebook.

“Deku?”

Bakugou’s words draw Izuku out of his own head, but the look on Izuku’s face is telling enough for Bakugou.

He knows.

Bakugou doesn’t have a chance to ask anything else, and Izuku doesn’t have a chance to reply as Y/N lets out a sigh. “I need to go there’s— too much going on here, I’m sorry.” Y/N mumbles out, hand coming to her head as she makes her way towards the exit. “Perhaps we can discuss this more tomorrow.”

The rest of their classmates exchange looks, all nodding along and mumbling out words of agreements and bidding their goodbyes before heading their separate ways, until it’s only Bakugou and Izuku— who is about to go after Y/N and out the door when he hears Bakugou speak, the boy’s hands shoved into his pockets as he stares him down.

“You know who it is, don’t you?”

Izuku’s breath hitches as he turns to face Bakugou, grimacing as he shakes his head, “not yet.”

Bakugou scoffs, red eyes emboldened with a fire unlike anything Izuku has seen before as he replies, “I don’t know why you’re protecting a traitor, but I damn well hope you have a plan. Because this is quite possible the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

Izuku doesn’t reply, simply meeting his eyes once more with a silent request— or even threat— don’t get involved.

Turning around, Izuku jogs to catch up with Y/N, who is already waiting at the elevator, pressing the button rather aggressively. Though she stops upon seeing Izuku, a small smile coming onto her face as she says, “hey.”

“Hey.” Izuku echoes, returning her smile as he takes her hand in his, “I’ll walk you?”

Her smile widens, and Y/N nods as the elevator doors finally open, allowing the pair to enter. They sit in silence as the elevator makes its way to the top floor, no music playing like the ones in hotels do, but there’s something different about this silence as the doors slide open and Izuku follows Y/N down the hall and to her door.

“Goodnight,” Y/N says, resting her hand on his cheek and pulling him into a light kiss. Though when she pulls away, Izuku’s hand finds the small of her back and brings her closer, capturing her lips once more. It’s a soft and intimate moment that leaves her cheeks warming as their noses brush.

When Izuku pulls away, he simply breathes out, “I love you.”

And with a smile Y/N replies, “I love you too,”

Clearly you didn’t love him enough to end your own betrayal.

When Izuku walks away, he can’t bring himself to plan how he’ll turn Y/N L/N in for betraying Hero Society, instead he plans how he’ll bring her back to their side. Instead, he promises himself that Y/N L/N will abandon the League of her own volition.

Instead, for the first time in a while, when he cries it isn’t tears of joy.

#izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #deku x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #midoriya x you #izuku x you #midoriya izuku x you #izuku midoriya x you #bnha angst #bnha imagine

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tamakissimp · 4 years ago

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headcanons- secret santa

summary: they are their crush’s secret santa

characters: Tamaki, Bakugou, Kirshima, Denki, Shigaraki, Tokoyami

warnings: cursing, fluff

a/n: haha not me who keeps on forgetting Dark Shadow is a girl and NOT a boy haha

𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟠𝟟𝟜

Panic. Pure panic overriding all his nerves. That's all Tamaki can feel as he stares at the note. Your note. He's happy though, that's the weird part. He has prayed that he got you as his secret Santa but now that he does, he can only think of all the way he can fuck this up. What if he gets you the wrong gifts? What if he accidentally offends you? What if-

"Tama, are you alright?" you ask. A deep blush shoots up to Tamaki's ears at the nickname. He can't even bring himself to nod. Instead, he buries his face against the closest surface. Which happens to be your shoulder.

Tamaki doesn't notice that this 'wall' is much warmer and softer than other walls. He doesn't notice that he has his head planted into your shoulder until you start petting his hair. His ears stand up and all he can do is a whimper and push his head further into your shoulder.

"Don't you like who you got? We can switch?" you offer.

"No!" Tamaki yells out. You're taking aback by his volume. His voice was never above a whisper but now it bounces through the room. Others classmates look up at you. You just wave them off and continue playing with Tamaki's hair.

"It's alright," you say. "Then we don't switch.". Tamaki nods before pulling his head away from you. He scans over your face. Your fingers keep on waving through his hair, even now that he is standing up straight again.

A soft smile plays on your lips. Your eyes twinkle with a certain kind of happiness that only your favourite elf-eared boy can bring you. Tamami's heart feels like it is going to explode. The warmth spreading through him feels like it's going to burn him alive, though that is the only way he would like to go.

"How about we get some takoyaki, mh?" you say. Tamaki nods. He can't stop the little whine from falling his lips as you pull your hand away from his hair. Tamaki just hums in agreement.

You smile at him before grabbing a hold of his upper arm and leading him away from the bustling group of classmates. Tamaki relishes in the feeling of your finger presses softly against his skin. God, he has never been more glad of wearing short sleeves.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Mirio keeps on thanking your way to long. You knew he was kind, but this was too much. "Mirio," you say in between his endless words of graduation. "It's just a mug.".

"So?" Mirio beams. "It's the best mug ever!". You roll your eyes at him. You turn yourself away from him, hoping that it will shut him up. If you knew he would react like this, you would have bought him a different present.

"Now, Mirio, you can choose the next gift!" someones says. You honestly have no clue who said it. Your mind is too caught up in Mirio's words. Mirio gladly grabs a lilac coloured bag from the heap of presents.

He smirks as he looks over at his elf-eared friend. All Tamaki can do is aggressively shake his head. Mirio just nods and hands the gift bag over to you. You follow his gaze to Tamaki. Mirio sticks his thumb up at his friends, causing Tamaki's cheeks to burn red.

You swat Mirio against his chest as you start to unpack your gift. Out of the bag comes hoodie. It's one that you're all too familiar with. You always steal it from Tamaki since it's so comfortable.

Tamami stares at you, eager to see your reaction. Everything in his mind tells him that you're going to hate it. You're going to spit on his gift and throw it at him. Instead, you smile as you pull the hoodie flush against your chest.

"I-I bought an-another....so we m-match," Tamaki says softly. You want to jump in his lap and cuddle him to death. But you know that the embarrassment of doing that in front of the entire class would be too much for Tamaki.

So, instead, just smile at him. As you unfold the hoodie more, two pieces of paper fall out of it. You grab them. "Good for one free takoyaki". The neat letters could only belong to one person.

"I-It'll be my treat," Tamaki says. You neatly fold the hoodie back up and place them into the gift bag again.

"You bet your ass that you're going out for takoyaki tonight," you say with a wink. Tamaki quickly looks down at the ground as a blush creeps up onto his ears. He brushes his hair down to hide his elf-like ears.

Once you've finished putting the hoodie back, you look around you. Mirio nudges you in your side. You nod at him as you grab a gift bag from the heap in the middle of all of you. You hand the bag over to Tamaki. He smiles softly at you as he notices one thing, the bag if your favourite colour.

He looks up at you. All he can take from the glint in your eyes is that you're damn well aware of the content of the bag. "Open my gift, Tama," you whisper.

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟟𝟟𝟡

Bakugou couldn't stop the curses flowing from his mouth as he saw the name written on his name. Izuku, it said in choppy letters. Like hell, he was going to have fucking Deku as his secret Santa. All eyes shoot towards him. He freezes as he catches your kind eyes boring holes into his.

"Fucking hate this shit," he grumbles out before storming off to his room. You all just look at each other with confused eyes. You have a suspicion about who he got. There was only one person in the room who could pull such anger out of him.

You lay a hand on Izuku's back. All he's doing is staring at the ground with puppy dog eyes. It was his idea to unite his and Bakugou's friend groups for secret Santa."Hey, don't look so sad," you say. Izuku looks up at you.

"I'm sure he'll cool off.". Izuku nods at your words before reaching towards the big glass bowl which Shoto is holding. He pulls a note out of it and opens it in a way to keep the name written on is secret from you. A smile pulls over his lips as he reads the name.

"I'm just...gonna go after him," Kirishima says before running off after his friend. No one has time to acknowledge his leave since the faux redhead sprints off.

Bakugou doesn't turn around. Not even when he hears his friend call his name time after time. He just throws some insults at him. Bakugou rips his dorm's door open with such force that it surprises him that he doesn't just rip the damn thing right off the wall.

"Bakugou, wait," Kirishima calls. Bakugou tries to slam the door shut behind him but it's stopped by Kirishima's foot. Splinters spring of the door due to the force at which it's being slammed into Kirishima's unbreakable foot. "Go. Away," Bakugou sneers.

"I got Y/n," Kirishima says. Suddenly, Bakugou rips the door open. He holds the note he pulled - which is now crumpled up - in front of Kirishima. "Switch," he demands. Kirishima happily nods as he grabs the note from Bakugou's hands. Bakugou rips your note out of his friend's hands.

Just the sight alone of your name, written in your handwriting for god sake, calm him down.Bakugou looks up from the note and up at his friend. Kirishima is just smiling at him like an idiot.

"Thanks," Bakugou mumbles before slamming the door shut, this time without his friend's foot keeping it open. Kirishima stands in front of Balugou's door for a moment. Did Bakugou just say thanks?

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Mina's giggles sound through the room as she rips the wrapping paper off of her gifts. From behind the Christmas themed paper, a pair of fluffy socks appear. She squeals as she pulls the socks closer to her, rubbing her cheek along the soft fabric.

While everyone is gushing about how cute the polka dot socks are Denki is sitting back with a stupid smirk on his face. It's no surprise that he got Mina some amazing gifts. While he might not be gifted in some areas, he was a master in buying gifts.

"Y/n is next!" Mina says as she crumbles up the wrapping paper. Once it's balled up, she throws it and aims for Kirishima's head. He easily swats the balled up paper away while it's still in the air. He chuckles before turning towards you.

You smile as you grab the bag with your name on it. Black decorative paper sticks out of the top of the bag. You pull it out to reveal an array of gifts inside. You gasp as you grab the first present. It's a messily knit sweater, probably a tad bit too big for you, not that your mind. Orange and black stripes alternate each other. You run your fingers over the soft wool. It feels like your touches a cloud.

"Holy hell," you gasp out. You quickly pull the sweater over your head. The sleeves past your reach, almost touching your fingertips. While the stitches are a bit wonky, you don't seme to mind. You look around the group of friends. Most are admiring the intricate craftwork. Except for Bakugou. While he still holds his usual scoff on his lips there is still a blush dusting his cheeks. It's him.

His eyes glance over you. Seeing you in his colours made his heart do summersaults. A comforting warmth fills his chest up. "Thank you," you mouth to him. A smile tugs on his lips. You turn back to the giftbag in front of you and start to ravage through the other gifts he got you. Maybe this whole secret Santa thing wasn't so bad after all.

𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟞𝟜𝟙

To say that Kirishima was excited was an understatement. When he heard that you were joining the so-called 'Bakusquad' for secret Santa, he almost jumped through the roof. Even now, when you two were talking about how funny it would be if Denki pulled Bakugou's name, he was jumping around.

Bouncing from one foot the other. He talks animatedly with his hands to let some energy go. He has almost smacked couple times already doing this.

"Y/n," Sero says. You look up at him. He's holding the glass bowl full of notes towards you. You reach in a grab one. You carefully fold it open. Kirishima, it says in curly letters. You smile as you look at your redhaired friends.

"And?" he asks before grabbing a note himself. You just shake your head.

"No," you say with a teasing smile. "It's called secret Santa for a reason.". Kirishima rolls his eyes at you before opening up his note. He has never been happier to see your name written on a piece of paper than now.

"Fine," he says. He stuffs the piece of paper in his pocket. "Than I won't tell you either.". Kirishima sticks his tongue out at you.

You swat his chest playfully before twirling on the ball of your foot. "Where are you going, pebble?" he asks. The nickname sends a wave of warmth running through your stomach.

"I'm gonna buy some presents, obliviously," you say before waving him your goodbyes. Kirishima stays still for a moment. He can hear Bakugou grumbling about the person he got in the background, but he pays his friend no mind. Instead, he's thinking about what would be the perfect present for you.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

You honestly had no say in when you were going to open your gifts. Once Bakugou spotted the shark-themed gift bag, he knew that would be the first to be opened. Though he wouldn't admit it, Bakugou had a soft spot for Kirishima. He only smirked when he found out that the gift bag was meant for you. He knew of Kirishima's crush on you, everyone knew except you.

"Oh god," you say as you grab the bag from Bakugou's hands. All eyes are focussed on you, including Kirishima's. You pull the first gift out of the bag. It's a bag of candy. You quickly recognize the sugary snacks. You had pointed them out to Kirishima a couple of months ago. Apparently, he hadn't forgotten about them.

"These are so good!" you squeal out. Kirishima chuckles at your reacting. You look over at him. His vermillion eyes meet yours. Warmth floods through him as you maintain eye contact. You only break it to continue unpacking the various gifts he got you.

Socks, new headphones, a phone case, more snacks, and a copy of your favourite movie. Kirishima just bought all of your favourite things. All of them in a familiar shade of red. You beam up at him once you have all the items laid out beside you on the floor.

"Kiri, you shouldn't have," you say before crawling across the floor towards him. A bright blush dusts his cheeks that would put his hair to shame. Sit down on your knees in front of him and wrap your arms around his shoulder.

He manages to stammer out a 'you're welcome' as he wraps his arms around you, returning the hug. You pull away too soon for his liking but he can't keep his disappointment for long. Not when he sees you look over towards your gift with that goofy smile that he adores.

"Stop staring at 'em, dumbass," Bakugou gruffs as he grabs the gift bag with his name written on it. You quickly move back towards your original place, admiring all your gifts. You would have to repay Kirishima somehow. Maybe a date would do?

𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟝𝟟𝟜

The universe hates Denki, or so it feels to him. Having a quirk that stupifies him, never having anyone be interested in him, constantly feeling like a burden. The universe just keeps on hurdling horrible things at him and hoping that it works out. Though, now he knows why. He had to build up some karma to be able to get to be your secret Santa.

He jumps around his room. His eyes dart over to the screen of his laptop every now and then. In the email he received were the words he hoped to see; your name. The bright letters illuminating his face have never felt so good.

Little lightning bolts shoot out of fingers at random, just nearly missing his furniture. He already stopped caring about the various burn marks tainting his walls, so he lets his quirk go wild.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he screams out. "Thank you!". He dances around his room until his door is violently ripped open. He freezes in an undoubtedly embarrassing pose. A fuming Bakugou stands in his door-opening.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" He screams. "Not everyone needs to hear your whiny ass voice, dunce face!". With that, Bakugou slams the door shut behind him again.

Denki just lets out an uncontrollable giggle before letting himself fall down onto his bed. He is too blissed out to worry about what gifts to get you. Instead, his mind wanders to the different reaction you could have. Would you be happy? Would you happy that your secret Santa was him?

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

"Open it, open it, open it!" Kirishima demands. All you do is laugh as you slap his arm softly.

You had all agreed to hide the gifts around the school, instead of having a big get together to unpack everything. Due to this, you didn't think it was weird for Denki to have been following you around all day like a lost puppy. Kirishima joined him at some point since he wanted to know what we up with him.

Your fingers gently rip the bright yellow paper off of your gift. Inside of the paper is a little black bag. You roll your eyes as you open the bag up as well.

Inside, as a whole array of things. A couple of black chokers that look way too familiar, some face masks, a new pair of earbuds, a couple of snacks and two movie tickets.

You put two and two together once you glance up and see Denki. A smirk is plastered onto his lips as he patiently awaits your reaction. "Is this your way of asking me out for the movies?" you ask.

Shit. Shit fuck shit fuck. Did you not like it? Denki's blood runs gold. That is until you let out a laugh. God, he can listen to your laugh on loop for years.

"What if it is?" Denki asks. You grab the movie tickets out of the bag and hand him one of them.

"Then consider it a date," you say before placing a soft kiss onto his cheek. Denki is a hundred percent sure that he's dreaming. His fingers reach up to touch the place you just kissed. His cheeks heat up.

You giggle before walking away from him, towards your next class. The only thing that keeps Denki from fainting is Kirishima, who's jumping up and down at what just happened. The universe had really started to pay him back.

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟞𝟙𝟜

Fucking Toga. She knows that Tomura can't say no to her especially when she looks at him with puppy dog eyes. Still, he's wondering how she got Tomura of all people to participate in this secret Santa bullshit.

He doesn't pay the rest of the members much mind as they pick a note out of Compress' hat. He is just tapping away at his phone screen while playing some mindless shooter game.

"Boss.". He quickly turns his head. There you are. A stupid smile is plastered on your lips and you're holding Compress' hat out towards him. "You grab one.".

Tomura nods as he reaches into the hat, carefully not to use all his fingers to grab the note. Please don't be fucking Dabi. Please don't be fucking. Please don't-

Relief washes through Tomura as he sees your name written on the note. He looks back up at you. You're still smiling at him. He wants to deny the butterfly swarming around in his stomach but he can't.

"Happy?" you ask. Tomura quickly nods. You break down his whole 'I'm-the-toughest-guy-here' facade. You make the cold looks he give everyone melt. Instead of wanting to scratch his skin open, he now wants his fingers to softly roam your skin. To feel what reciprocated love feels like.

"Very happy," he says. Your smile grows a bit before you turn on the ball of your heels. Tomura's gaze follows you as you walk over to Compress to make him pick a note. "Very.".

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Seeing the feared 'League of Villians' like this is honestly a pathetic sight. Toga and Twice are giggling like children. Most are drunk of their ass. The gifts being exchanged consist of either stollen stuff or homemade crafts. Though that doesn't make them any less heartfelt.

"Y/n, you're next up," Dabi says before taking another drag of his cigarette. The white smoke swirls around the air. It seeps out of his staples but he doesn't seem to mind. You nod as you reach over, grabbing a box with your name written on it.

It's just a cardboard box, nothing fancy. Though the choppy letters written on it feel familiar. Could it be- No, don't be stupid. You open the box up. A gasp leaves your lips as you look at the contents.

Maybe it's the alcohol rushing through your veins but you have never been so emotional over a gift. You grab the gift inside. A baby blue blanket lays in your hands. It's a weird, patchworked, blanket though that doesn't make it any less beautiful to you.

"Shiggy.". You can't stop the nickname as it falls off your lips. Shigarki's cheeks heat up. Normally, he has Father to cover his cheeks up. Now he resorts to tilting his head down and letting his hair do the work.

You run your fingers over the stitches piecing together the different kinds of fabric. Without thinking, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders. "This is amazing," you say.

Heatwaves through Tomura's stomach. It makes his heart do flips inside his chest. A smile spreads over his lips.

"I love it, thank you so much," you say. Tomura simply nods at you, leaning towards you a bit.

"You're welcome," he says. Most people in the room are shocked at his sudden kindness though they don't bring it up. The fear of being dusted on the spot is greater than their curiosity.

He can't keep his gaze of you as he sees you cuddle up in his blanket. Something about seeing you in something that so clearly screams Tomura Shigaraki makes him feel appreciated, loved even.

Maybe this whole secret Santa thing isn't bullshit after all.

𝕥𝕠𝕜𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 𝟜𝟠𝟛

"C-Come on guys! Pick an n-note!" Izuku says. Shoto and Momo reach over to grab a note out of the pile laying on the table. It's a miracle that Izuku got everyone in class 1-A to participate in secret Santa. Even Bakugou agreed. The same Bakugou who hates Izuku's guts.

"I hope I get you," you say as you nudge Tokoyami's side. His cheeks heat up underneath his feather. He lets out a soft chuckle to cover up his nervousness.

He reaches for the pile after you. He awaits your reaction before opening his note. A smile spreads over your lips as you read the name written on your note. You look up to meet his eyes.

"Come on, open it," you urge on. Tokoyami nods. He folds the note open to reveal your name. He looks back up at you. You just stand there with the smile still present on your lips.

Heat swells up in Tokoyami's heart. For a second, he loses his control on his quirk and Dark shadow jumps out of his body. The shadow lurks over his shoulder and stares at the paper in Tokoyami's hands.

"Wow,' you say. Dark shadow looks down at you. She leans her head down towards you. You eagerly start petting her cold head. It feels weird, touching a being made out of shadow.

Tokoyami just stares at you while you interact with Dark shadow. It always surprises him how gentle you are with her. If he could smile, he would. All he does is wonder about how he can give you the perfect gift.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

You pull pitch black wrapping paper of the box with eager fingers. You tap your feet on the ground as you lift the lid of the box. A smile tugs on your lips as you look at the content.

Everything is dark themed, almost gothic. You quickly look up at Tokoyami. All he does is intensely stare at you. You let your fingers rake over the items inside.

A keychain, some snacks, a pair of socks, a scarf. Everything you could ever need. "Toko," you say. The nickname sends a flush of heat rushing through Tokoyami's veins. "This is perfect.".

"Isn't it just all stuff he likes?" Denki asks, earning a smack against his head from Bakugou. You smile at the two before leaning over to Tokoyami. You gently place a kiss onto his beak.

Tokoyami's body tenses at the action, though not in a bad way. he wants to pull you closer to him and beg for more kisses but he keeps his self-control.

"Really, this is amazing," you say. Tokoyami nod at you.

"I'm glad you like it," he says in a cool tone. It surprises him that he is able to keep his cool so easily. Especially since you just gave him a fucking kiss. He should definitely buy you gifts more often.

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eelistolvanen · 4 years ago

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Bruises that you left behind - Travis Konecny Pt.4

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter and it’s probably more of a filler. After this the next chapter (Pt. 5) is probably going to be the last one(Hopefully longer than this one). Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged or commented! Let me know if you like it! Happy reading <3

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Angst, more heartbreak, mentions of a panic attack, no proofread (as usual)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Nobody else on the team knew anything more about your suspicion. They were just as clueless as you were about what exactly happened.

Christmas was coming around and you were busy with work most days. You were still hanging out with some of the boys and the girls on the team, just not as frequent. And even though the situation with Travis still wasn’t really resolved you were trying to avoid him. Not that he was looking for you or reach out for you, but you made sure that there wasn’t a chance of an unexpected run in like there had been at Halloween.

You mostly hung out with Kevin. Nolan was hanging out with Kelsey most days and as much as you loved both of them, you tried to stay away from third wheeling a couple for now. And Kev was fun to hang out. He never pressed the Travis issue and was always able to get your head away from work.

And it was just before Christmas when Maddie broke the happy news to you. Provy proposed to her and you needed to be one of the first to know. At least that’s what she was telling you when she stormed your apartment that day. You were happy for her, they were a great couple but you couldn’t help the heavy heart you got when she mentioned what her dream wedding looked like. You smiled through her showing you her wedding pinterest and telling you about the place she wanted to get married at. That the wedding would be perfect.

You felt a sab in your heart. Your wedding was perfect, everything had been picture perfect. Besides that one thing. That ruined everything.

He slowly shook his head. “He’s not coming, Y/N.”

At first you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t really understand, you didn’t want to understand because understanding would also mean that you in a way accepted it. And you didn’t.

“No, Nolan. This can’t be right. Maybe… maybe you misunderstood him. I.. I-“ There wasn’t anything he could say that would make this hurt less and he needed to tell you the truth. He couldn’t sugarcoat this. No matter how many times Nolan had protected you before, tried to keep you out of harms, this time he wouldn’t be able to do so anymore. He couldn’t protect you from harm. From heartbreak.

“He called the wedding off, Y/N. I’m so sorry-“ You couldn’t listen to him and you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to hear him apologize for something he didn’t do.

“I have to talk to him, Nolan. Where is he?” Nolan stayed silent and you could already guess his answer but you weren’t just heartbroken anymore. You were angry.

“WHERE IS HE?” You barely raised your voice and Nolan visibly flinched at your change in tone.

“He already left.” You were in denial and angry so you were only half registering what Nolan said. And as much as Nolan tried to convince you that he’d already left and that it was stupid to run all the way to the room where he was supposed to get dress for his own wedding, you weren’t listening.

You swung the door to his room open, by now halfway believing Nolan that he had left and expecting an empty room, but you were met with Travis’ silhouette. At least you mistook it for his silhouette for a second. His brother had enough similarity to Travis to fool you at first glance.

Then Chase turned around and the expression on his face would have broken you if your heart hadn’t already been shattered minutes prior.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s gone.” He looked at you the same way Nolan had. Full of pity, sorrowful, hurt.

You only spotted the letter he had in his hand once he stepped closer to you.

“He asked me to give you this.” He handed you the letter but before he could blink you had thrown it across the room. “Why didn’t you stop him Chase!” You were hammering your fists onto his chest. You knew it wasn’t his fault but your anger had taken over, he slowly caught your wrists while your punches lost force. “I tried Y/N, believe me I tried.”

You didn’t wanna hear it, you ripped your wrists from his grasp and made your way out the door. Nolan’s “Where are you doing?” were left unanswered.

On your way out you ran into Maddie. And apparently everyone already knew that the wedding was called off. You brushed off her inquiries about your well being and quickly appointed her to your personal chauffeur. You could sense that she wanted to fight this but by now you had turned into full on bridezilla and she knew better than to get in your way.

She had barely stopped the car in front of yours and Travis’ shared house before you jumped out and made your way up the stairs. And for the next couple minutes you ran around your house like a mad person, still in your gown and everything while trying to process what had happened.

When you came to a standstill Maddie was already standing in the doorway.

“Y/N…” Her tone was cautious but laced with pain. She hated to see you this broken and she hated Travis for doing this to you.

“He’s gone..” You said it more to yourself than to her but it was still loud enough for her to hear it.

“What..-“ Maddie barely got a word out. She knew Travis left the wedding but this felt different. It felt worse.

“His suitcase for our honeymoon is gone.” You gestured towards an area in the entryway. “His favourite snapbacks…” You moved towards an empty shelf. “His fishing rods… All the dog leashes… His grandmother’s picture on the nightstand… Everything that’s important to him… It’s all gone..”

This was it. This was your breaking point, for the first time that day you started to cry. “He’s gone, Maddie.” You sobbed under tears while she rushed to you to you. You felt yourself starting to hyperventilate, you were panicking.

“Ahrgh,.. get me… out.. get me out of this.” You were trying to rip your dress from your body but the lacing on the back kept it in place.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Breath Y/N, breath. I’m getting you out of this.”

It felt like forever till she had finally cut all the lacing open and shed you from your wedding dress. Your entire body was shaking as you fell onto your knees and completely broke down.

“It’s over, Maddie. It’s over.”

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You had holed yourself up in your house for the next days. You didn’t want to see anyone right now. You knew they meant well, you just couldn’t take it. The only people you let in were Nolan for his daily check ups, Maddie and your sister. The day before Maddie had told you that she needed to get back home and that she would see you in Philly soon. You knew that you wouldn’t but she didn’t had to know that now. You weren’t in the mood to explain that your life in Philly was over. So you just nodded in agreement and said your goodbyes to her. This morning your sister had dropped to tell you that she had to fly back home. But not before telling you that you should consider coming home for a while as well. Your parents home or your sisters were always open for you. You tried to fight her, tell her that as long as you stayed here you weren’t giving up, that there was still a chance but deep down you had already contemplated the move back home before she had brought it up.

Now Nolan was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, nervously bouncing his legs. It was driving you nuts. You knew there was something he wasn’t telling you and you also knew that he was aware that you sensed this.

“Spit it out Nolan. What is it?” Your tone was irritated.

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with you.

“Chase got a hold of Travis.” His eyes were searching yours for a reaction before he continued

“He’s in Fiji. And he told Chase to move all his remaining stuff out of your house if you want to stay here. He won’t be back here for a while.”

You knew this was coming, deep down you knew he wouldn’t come back to you. But it still hurt more than you thought it would. It was over.

“Fiji? Please tell me he’s-“ Your voice broke before you could finish the sentence but Nolan knew what you were gonna ask anyway. His slight nod let you know what you wanted to know soon enough.

“Please tell me he’s by himself. That he didn’t take some mistress to our Honeymoon resort..”

Nolan’s eyes went wide. “I don’t know if he’s alone or not… You don’t.. you don’t think he’s cheating on you? Y/N?” He was almost to shocked to form a coherent sentence.

“I don’t know, Nolan…” You felt tired. And numb. Suddenly you felt like Nolan’s presence was crushing you.

“Thanks for stopping by Nolan.” Your tone made it clear that he wasn’t welcomed anymore. It was cold and unfair what you did to Nolan but you wanted to be alone.

It took you a while to realise that he left something on your kitchen island after he left. It dawned on you what it was after you picked it up. The letter you threw across the room that Chase gave you. It had your name on top of it in Travis’ scrawny handwriting.

You turned towards one of the kitchen drawers and started searching through them until you found what you were looking for.

For a moment the thought of burning the entire house down crossed you mind. No, you could probably go to jail for that. The letter, however, went up in flames seconds later.

That afternoon you cleared everything that fit in your car out of your house. You had made your choice. The life you once had was gone. Travis wasn’t coming back to you. So instead of trying to hang onto a life that was only inflicting you pain you decided to leave it behind. All of it. Travis, the dogs, the house, Nolan, all your friends in Philly. An entire life, really.

By the time Nolan came around the next day for this next check up you were already miles away from your old life. You said goodbye to the last pieces of that life a few weeks later. By now you were able to transfer to a local school near your hometown. You emptied everything that belonged to you out of your and Travis’ shared Philly place.

Quietly, like a ghost, you vanished from your past life until there were no traces of you left anymore.

You tried to share Maddie’s excitement as much as you could. She knew herself that this wasn’t easy for you and was a little more lenient than usual. You also got invited to the Flyers Christmas party but had to decline because you already had something school related that evening. In a way you were relieved that you had an excuse but you were also a bit sad since you loved hanging out with the team.

It was already mid January when you saw Travis again. Strictly by coincidence. It had nothing to do with the team or Nolan or Kevin. You were out shopping but since you were looking for something different than usual, something for your students actually, you found yourself on the other side of town. Not in your wildest dreams did you think you would run into Travis in a parking lot. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed him if he hadn’t called out to you.

“Oh, hey Travis” You were sure he realised how shocked you were to see him, and he kinda looked at you the same way. Like two aliens from the same planet meeting each other on another planet or something. At least that’s how it looked to you.

“How are you Y/N?” His voice was soft, contrary to his appearance.

Was he seriously trying to make small talk with you in parking lot?

“Good. Busy with school and stuff.” You weren’t quite sure what to say, were you just gonna talk like some people who barely knew each other? Or was there more behind his question?

“Ah, yeah, Haysey told be that you’re teaching in Philly again.” You raised your eyebrows, he talked with Kev about you? He seemed to notice your questioning look on your face.

“I ask him about it. I just wanted to know how you’re doing.” Your heart sunk towards your feet at his words. You wished he didn’t care so much, it would be easier if he wasn’t trying so hard to fix this.

“Yeahh… It’s good.” You turned back towards your car, enough small talk.

“Don’t just run away again, Y/N. I’m trying, I am.”

You felt your emotions flare up again. Why couldn’t he just let it be?

“Your not trying hard enough.”

He was stroking through his hair in despair.

“What do you want me to do then?” You stared at him. How many times did you have to tell him again? Why couldn’t he answer the one question you wanted to know.

“I want you to tell me the real reason! What was in that letter Travis?”

“ I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” You scoffed, of course he would deflect again. He always did. “Oh really? What did you think would happen when you left me at the altar then? That I would be happy? Why Travis, why? I just don’t understand your reason.”

“Why is it so important to you? Why do I have to explain my reasons to you? I fucked up, ok? I made the biggest mistake of my life. I ruined my life. And I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I could turn back time I would do it all differently. In a perfect life I would have married you and we would have kids by now. But I fucked that up. It was all my fault and I’m so so sorry. Isn’t that enough?”

You stared at him for a while. You knew he would wait til you spoke up. You slowly shook your head.

“No, it’s not. I wanna know the real reason. I know there is one.” You tried your hardest to keep your voice steady.

“Why do you wanna know so bad?!” His voice was rising and so was yours as you shouted,

“Because I need to know it to move on!” Travis was visibly taken aback. He looked like someone slapped him in the face. He was left speechless so you continued.

“Since the wedding I’ve been running away from it all. From all the memories, from the pain, from my life, my friends. I thought that running away would ease the pain. I thought I could move on. But deep down all the pain was still there, bottled up deep down. And I realise now that I have to face it and work through it to move on. But I need to make peace with the reason why you left me, I…-”

You didn’t get any further before Travis finally found his voice.

“Move on? You’re… you’re moving on? I thought we could work this out.”

You looked at the sky and let out something between a laugh and a groan.

“There’s nothing to work on, Travis. There is no us, not anymore.”

“But you still love me!” He sounded angry now, his tone throwing you off guard.

“No, I don’t. Not anymore.” That was a lie, but you couldn’t give him any hope. Not when you’d already lost yours.

“That’s a lie, Y/N. I know you and I know when you’re lying.”

“You used to know me, Travis. Not anymore. Things have changed. The pain you put me through changed me.”

Even a complete stranger could detect the absolute agony in your voice when you said that. And Travis knew that you meant it, you wanted to move on.

Defeated he turned away from you, he didn’t want to tell you the reason. Especially not when knowing that it meant that you would move on once he told you. But he had to, he owed that to you. Even if it was the last thing he would ever get to say to you, he owed that to you.

“It’s not any of the reason that you think. There was never anyone else. And I knew that I would never find anyone better than you. But I promised you, I promised I wouldn’t do this to you.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was talking about. What promise he meant. And when you did, suddenly everything seemed to fall apart inside you. A silent sob escaped your lips. A disbelieving, shocked “No..” was all you came up with. This couldn’t be true. He’d turned around now and when you looked at him you could see that silent tears were running down his face. You didn’t remember ever seeing him in so much despair.

“ I promised you, Y/N…”

Part 5

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emkay512 · 4 years ago

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Once Upon A Time

Chapter 3

Summary: This starts at the beginning of TRR book 2 with the Fydelia ball but with a different series of events. This AU is based off the show Once Upon a Time with Riley and Liam mirroring Snow and Charming. Characters belong to Pixelberry.

A/N: I felt like I needed to still post this, even though I’m terrified with living up to my own hype. Let me know what you guys think.

A/N 2: thank you for pre-reading @queenrileyrose and @sfb123 both of you have given me such encouragement and I really appreciate it!

Warnings: This will contain NSFW adult language and content. By reading, you acknowledge you are 18 and over.

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“Wait.... what!?” Drake’s face had gone white with shock. “But, we all saw! We all saw her fall in love with you. She loves you for sure Li, what the hell is going on!?” Despite his best efforts, Drake had come to accept Riley as an important person in his life, she was a truly trustworthy friend and she was a chance to see his best friend marry for love. Surely she’d never give up on hope and love, she was the epitome of both.

Liam wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he watched the latch on his bedroom door shut with Riley’s departure. He had dropped to his knees unable to stand with the weight of his broken heart still staring at the door trying to unsee what just happened. He was so sure of her love for him, he had never seen such happiness and sincerity exist in his life than when she told him she loved him in the hedge maze at his coronation ball. All this time he’d been apart from her was spent planning for a solution, clinging to the memory of her smile the last time he saw her before getting engaged.

Getting engaged. Then he started to think about the effect this had on her. He hated himself, she was vulnerable and abandoned, of course she’d fall out of love. Liam’s head was still foggy, but he remembered pouring two glasses of whiskey and calling Drake to meet him and briefly telling him what happened and now getting his reaction.

“You.. you don’t understand.” Liam was still just only choking out words. It was bad enough to live in this reality, but to have to utter the words and make someone else understand what was happening was like living his nightmare over again. “She said she did love me, or that maybe she did, or that she couldn’t love me anymore... God, it feels like it all happened so fast! I can barely get my head straight!” His tone was clearly crossing into frustration, he lifted both hands to his head and balled his fists into his hair while groaning out his hurt and anger. “This is my fucking fault.. in so many ways, Drake. She said I let too much time pass, that it convinced her that I should forget about her, and that she didn’t love me. I should have protected her from those goddamn photos and fucking Tariq. I never should have gotten engaged to Madeleine, and I shouldn’t have kept her away.” Liam was huffing his words.

This was difficult for Drake. He’d never seen his best friend so defeated like this. Liam always knew how to maintain his stoicism keeping an air of calm and rationalism. But that was not the man before him now, Liam was completely disheveled with eyes bright red from all his earlier sobbing, he looked completely broken. Drake understood the pain, he knew all too well how easy it was to fall for a girl like Riley, but like he said, their entire gang watched them fall head over heels for each other, and that was what he wanted for both of them.

Drake knew he needed to reel Liam back in, and once he could get the full picture, he’d know how to return Liam to his sharp tactical self. “Ok, ok, ok. I know your feelings are all mixed up, and judging by your overall behavior it looks like you hit the whiskey long before I got here, and I’m sorry, but I need you to get a grip and tell me everything.”

Liam nodded and sucked a breath in recalling everything. How she walked in his room, how he thought he was protecting her, how she said he didn’t want to know who was responsible, how she noticed the missing lock on the door, and how she walked out. Drake felt like he hadn’t blinked once after hearing everything and he could see it seemed these obvious clues hadn’t dawned on Liam. “Li, it sounds like she gave you like a dozen red flags. You didn’t press on any of those strange things she said and did?”

Liam wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. “I.. all my instinctual strategies were out the window. I couldn’t focus on anything at fucking all except the sound of being dumped. There’s no tactical training on having your heart smashed since this bloody institution snuffs out the idea of love from day one. I feel like my mother was the only exception, and look what happened to her.”

Drake sighed and pinched the top of his nose with closed eyes. He himself was having a hard time comprehending things, he couldn’t imagine Liam’s anguish. “Look. First of all. This is not your fucking fault. There is clearly something large at play here, and you and Brooks seem to be the center. I think... I think Brooks knows something. She’s a smart girl and I think she was leaving you clues.” Liam could feel the gears moving in his mind as Drake went on. “It’s odd that she just walked in through the door.. how would she have just walked through the halls undetected? Weren’t you expecting her on the balcony? Which, by the way... wild expectation, bro. Shouldn’t Romeo be beckoning Juliette on the balcony, not the other way around?” Liam side eyed him hard, yes they’re best friends, but really? Was now the time to bust his balls? Drake couldn’t help himself and continued, “When you told her you wanted to find out who was responsible for the tabloid photos, why did she try to convince you to stop? It would be one thing if she just wanted to end things, but why mention that you wouldn’t want to know who it was? To me, these suggest that she either knows or has an idea who the culprit is. Then, the smoking gun. Another lock-less door and her freely walking out again.”

Liam shot up, determined and clear headed. “You’re right. I won’t play victim to this scheme and I sure as hell won’t let her be one either. Ok. We need to get a hold of Maxwell, either she’ll talk to him, or we can have him check on her without any suspicion.”

“Then I’ll call him so it can’t be immediately traced to you.” Drake pulled out his phone and clicked Maxwell’s name putting the line on speaker.

“Yo, Drakester! What’s up? Hate to break it to you, but the party’s over, you missed it.”

Already annoyed, Drake responded, “Cut the crap, Beaumont. We got a problem, Riley is gone, have you seen her? You need to check her room, but for the love of god, do it quietly.”

“What the hell are you talking about, I just left her, she was on her way to see Liam. Drake, please don’t tell me you’re cock blocking the king.”

Drake and Liam had no time for Maxwell’s carefree antics, they were both on strategy mode. Hearing this, Liam spoke first, “Ok so we know she was always on her way to see me with the intention of actually being with me. Something happened between her leaving Maxwell and her walking into my room.”

Maxwell was completely shocked to hear Liam’s voice on the line and started to panic that what Drake had said might be true, “Liam!? So she’s really gone? Last I saw her was getting her outside, as she was on her way to your balcony..”

She does love me. Was Liam’s immediate thought when Maxwell said she was on her way to his balcony.

As Maxwell recounted his interactions, Drake and Liam ignored any of his inquiries and focused on each other, working out the information they were getting.

“So she had to have been intercepted..” Liam realized. “Someone TOOK her!”

“Guys...” Maxwell was still being ignored on the line

“...And convinced her to say those things to you. Blackmail. It’s the only explanation.” Drake was finishing out the same conclusion Liam was getting to.

“Guys!!” Maxwell screamed and got their attention. “I made it to her room, we’re too late, it’s been ransacked. She’s on the run. What. Happened?”

Drake filled him in with strict instruction to keep this a secret, they would have to investigate quietly to prevent getting caught. He disconnected the call and looked at Liam, “Ok, she’s MIA, which only supports the theory of blackmail. If she was making a voluntary move back home, she would have said goodbye. We just need to find out where she went.”

Liam squared his shoulders and steeled his expression, now knowing he was on a rescue mission, “I’ll find her, I will always find her.”

#choices trr #king liam #liam x riley #choices #trr #the royal romance

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discoscoob · 4 years ago

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Aftermath of New York | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

The aftermath of the events of New York, you wake up and discover Loki has disappeared.

Part Eight | Part Ten | Chapter Index

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Warnings: angst

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The control room was silent, the Doctor hadn’t lifted his attention from the console ever since he arrived back to the TARDIS a few hours ago. After the chitauri had been defeated, he and Donna were able to safely return to the TARDIS while carrying your unconscious body. Once they got back they put you in your bed to rest, while they returned to the control room to begin the search for Loki.

“Donna, I think you should see this.” The Doctor spoke, Donna perked her head up at the sound of her name from where she had been sat on the seats by the console and saw the Doctors eyes were glued to the monitor with an ever slightly alarmed expression in his eyes.

“What is it, have you found Loki?” She asked as she rose to her feet and quickly rushed around the centre controls to the Doctors side so that she could look at the screen which had his undivided attention.

“Not exactly...” He answered as Donna watched the news footage that was displayed on the monitor, the last thing she expected to see was several videos of Loki dressed in armour and a cape, much like his brother had been, as he attacked New York in the battle which they had just found themselves in.

“I’ve looked at multiple news reports and they all name him as the instigator of the attack.” The Doctor solemnly explained.

“Oh my god,” Donna whispered in horror before her face washed with realisation, “it’s his fault my nieces life was endangered.”

The Doctor opened his mouth as he looked down at Donna, he hesitated and silently considered whether or not he should share his suspicion with her. “Donna...” He slowly began, “I think... I think she knew about the attack... and about Loki.”

Donna snapped her head up to the Doctor and fixed him with an appalled stare as if he had just committed a most grievous offence.

“Are you insinuating that my niece would willing date a... a terrorist?” She snarled at the Doctor as she looked up at him from under her brows with an expression that dared him to go on.

“They were both very eager to leave New York as soon as we arrived, as if they knew what was coming.” The Doctor elaborated and Donna turned on her heel to walk around the console as her face twisted in disbelief at what the Doctor was trying to suggest.

“I’ll ask her myself when she wakes up, then you will see how ridiculous your accusations are.” Donna confidently told the Doctor.

“Ask me what?” You timidly asked from the edge of the control room, you could feel the hostile tension as soon as you laid your eyes upon Donna and the Doctor, interrupting it felt like cutting through a wire on a ticking time bomb and praying it would disable it instead of trigger it.

“Oh hun,” Donna sighed with relief as soon as she saw you back on your feet, she immediately rushed over to you and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I was so scared I might lose you.”

You slowly brought your arms up to return the hug, but you couldn’t allow yourself to fully embrace it as you were distractedly looking over your aunties shoulder with narrowed eyes towards the Doctor, who was quietly keeping his head down. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out something wasn’t right. The fact you hadn’t seen any sign of Loki yet either was weighing heavy on your mind.

“What did you want to ask me?” You repeated as you pulled away from the hug, you saw Donna look over her shoulder at the Doctor, you didn’t see the glare she gave him as she decided it was his fault that she now had no choice but to ask you if you knew about Loki.

“Darling, come sit down, there’s something I have to tell you.” She delicately began as she guided you towards the seat by the console.

“Is it Loki? Is he all right? Where is he?” You worried as your eyes bounced around the control room, despite the fact you already knew he wasn’t there.

Donna once again glared over her shoulder at the Doctor as she didn’t have any idea how to approach this and she was desperate for him to step in and offer some help, but he remained silent and kept his distance.

“About Loki... well... the thing is... it has to do with what I wanted to ask you...” Donna fumbled until the Doctor cut her off.

“Did you know that Loki was behind the attack on New York?” He bluntly asked you and you raised your head to him so quickly that you almost gave yourself whiplash. Almost instantly you felt your chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly as panic surged through it, quickening your pulse and twisting your stomach in the worst possible way.

“Did you kick him off the TARDIS?” You poorly veiled the way your anxiety made your voice tremble as your eyes shifted anxiously between Donna and the Doctor.

“Did you know?” Donna repeated the Doctors question and you realised you weren’t going to get any answers until you gave in and offered up some of your own, so you nodded with defeat as your eyes cast to the floor to avoid their reactions, but you couldn’t ignore the disappointed sigh that escaped your aunties lips.

“How long have you known?” She proceeded to ask.

“Ever since New Earth.” You quietly confessed.

“When you convinced us to let him stay?!” She raised her voice slightly and you curled in further on yourself, “don’t you think we deserved the right to know that we were travelling with a monster?”

“He’s not a monster!” You abruptly rose from your seat, causing Donna to flinch backwards.

“He invaded New York with an army, innocent people got killed, you were very nearly one of them!” Donna argued back and you finally faltered.

“What happened?” The last thing you recalled was looking at the worm hole, after that everything became hazy like a dream, the more you tried to pull it back, the further it slipped from your grasp.

“You were shot at and the blast threw you across the street, you hit your head... you suffered a brain haemorrhage.” Donna explained to you, her face twisted in pain as she relived the memory.

“I have a brain haemorrhage?!” You panicked and lowered yourself back down onto the seats as you brought your hand to hover it over your head.

“Not anymore, Loki... Loki fixed it.” Donna hesitantly told you.

“So he saved my life.” You stated frankly.

“He wouldn’t have needed to if he hadn’t lead an alien invasion to attack earth.” By now Donna was wildly gesticulating with her rising anger and frustration.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You rose back up from the seats and your voice followed suit. “He was influenced by the mind stone, just like the Reverend was with the firestone.”

“How do you know that?” Donna narrowed her eyes.

“He told me.”

“And you believed him? Did he prove it to you or do you just have his word?” At your silence Donna sighed, “God of Mischief, was it? Yeah he must be real trust worthy.”

You swallowed as you felt hot tears threatening to rise to your waterline while your chest was caving with your rapid breaths, “where is he?” You demanded one final time.

Donna stubbornly remained silent and so you let your eyes drift to the Doctor, wordlessly begging him to offer you an answer, he tilted his head sympathetically when he saw the lost look in your glossy eyes.

“He was captured by the TVA in New York.”

Donna turned her head over her shoulder to glare at the Doctor once again and he nonchalantly dropped his eyes to the console pretending to be busy, while your eyes bounced wildly between the two of them.

“We have to get him back!” You stated determinedly and Donna whipped her head around to face you with narrowed eyes swimming with panic and frustration.

“Did you not listen to anything I just said? He is where he belongs!”

“He belongs with me!” Your throat burned with the force of your voice and you immediately swallowed in an attempt to sooth it. The TARDIS fell silent as you and Donna stared at one another, both stubbornly holding your ground, daring the other to give in first. Ultimately Donna was the one to leave, as she dismissively shook her head with a roll of her eyes before she stormed off further into the TARDIS.

You glanced up at the Doctor, offering him the floor so he could tell you how much he disapproved of you and Loki as well, instead he offered you an empathetic, tight lipped smile and your eyes cast downwards, unsure whether that was better or worse. Criticism of yours and Loki’s relationship gave you motivation to prove them wrong, pitiful smiles made you lose hope you would ever have the chance.

With your head hung low you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, a habit that you picked up from Loki, before you spun on your heel with determination to formulate a plan to rescue him.

***

You had lost count of how many hours had passed while you had been trying to develop a plan to find Loki but short of hijacking the TARDIS, a ship you had no idea how to fly, you had nothing.

You paced the length of your room in frustration, the emptiness of it acted as a constant reminder that Loki wasn’t there. Every idea you tried to develop lead to a dead end, which left you feeling trapped and staring at the same plain four walls of your bedroom wasn’t helping at all. You needed to leave your room and attempt to clear your mind, it was growing exhausted from running over the same useless ideas over and over, leaving you feeling uninspired and useless.

During your time on your TARDIS, it didn’t take you long to realise that sometimes the corridors shifted and rooms moved, sometimes the kitchen was just around the corner from your bedroom other days it was like walking through a maze just to find a midnight snack. Today, however, no matter how much you tried to avoid it, the TARDIS kept leading you towards the control room, eventually you had no choice but to give in.

It was just as quiet as it was when you left, your auntie was nowhere to be see, you were unsure of the time by you were positive that by now she would probably be sleeping, whereas the Doctor was still hunched over the console. His suit jacket had been discarded over the seats, leaving him in just his pale blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his brown floral patterned tie around his neck.

Once you were a few meters behind him, he lifted his head to look at you from over his shoulder. “Everything all right?” He gently asked you with soft eyes.

“No, of course not. Loki isn’t here.” You harshly snapped before immediately regretting it once the Doctor timidly lowered his head and diverted his eyes back to the switches in front of him. “I’m sorry,” you sighed apologetically, “it’s just... I can’t sleep, I’m so worried about him and I know my auntie doesn’t want me to find him but I can’t... I can’t just give up on him... I just... I don’t know what to do.”

Hot prickly tears stung the corners of your eyes and your voice trembled with your pent up emotions, you gulped in a deep breath in the hope it would keep them from spilling over the edge.

“Come here,” the Doctor patted the console, encouraging you to come and stand beside him. Hesitantly you made your way over to him with a questioning look but he offered no explanation until you were by his side.

“This is called the Time Rotor Handbrake,” the Doctor rested his palm on the leaver which you most often see him use. “This is what makes the TARDIS materialise and dematerialise. It can also be used in emergencies, but the last time I used the emergency break during flight I caused some major damages to the sub systems so I try to refrain from doing that too often.”

You gave the Doctor a bewildered look, which he didn’t meet your gaze to see, as you questioned why he was explaining the functions of the TARDIS controls to you. You had thought he was going to offer you some comfort, some words of wisdom, perhaps even offer to help you find Loki. If this was his idea of distracting you, it was a terrible one, your mind was still cluttered with concerns and anxieties over Loki and dead end rescue mission ideas.

However you decided it would be a good idea to listen, incase you needed to act upon your plan to hijack the TARDIS, it would come in useful to understand all the controls and their functions, so you paid careful attention as the Doctor lead you around the console.

“Ah-ha! This is the TARDIS’ telepathic interface.” The Doctor stated with his palm hovered over a panel of the console, filled with long, narrow gaps which contained a rubbery like membrane with small pits dug into it, giving it an uneven surface.

“You dig your fingers into it like so,” The Doctor demonstrated with his fingers spread out and held above the panel, “and it plugs your consciousness into the TARDIS so that you become mentally connected to her. Once she enters your mind, she can home in on specific details, if you think of a particular place, planet, time... person...” His eyes momentarily connected with yours, “the TARDIS will track a route, discover where it is and take you right there, all you need is a strong enough connection.”

“Well,” the Doctor stepped back from the console as he glanced at a wrist watch which he wasn’t wearing before he stretched his long arms out above his head and let out a loud yawn. “I think I am long overdue a good nights rest. I will see you tomorrow.”

You mumbled a quiet goodnight to the Doctor and followed him with your eyes until he disappeared out of the control room and then they fell back to the telepathic interface.

You fidgeted with your hands as you hovered them above the panel, if you think of a particular place, planet, time... person... the TARDIS will track a route, discover where it is and take you right there, the Doctors words rung in your ears.

You took in a deep breath before you slowly spread your fingers and hesitantly lowered them to the surface between the gaps on the panel, once your fingertips were close enough, the rubber like membrane began to glow, while tiny strobes of light connected to your skin and dragged your fingers closer, until you felt they were securely held in place.

You glanced up at the large glass cylinder in the centre of the console before you let your mind fill with images of Loki as you closed your eyes you silently begged the TARDIS to track him down and take you to him.

Your eyes shot open when you felt the floor beneath your feet begin to vibrate, signifying that the TARDIS was in flight. Hope ignited in your chest, quickening your heart rate and increasing your breaths as you once again closed your eyelids over your damp eyes and concentrated on the pictures of Loki in your mind until you felt the TARDIS come to a gentle stop.

You had some trouble removing your fingertips from the rubbery substance which clung tightly onto you, causing you to stumble back slightly once you yanked them free. With nothing holding you back, you rushed to the TARDIS doors.

Once you opened them all you could see was darkness until your eyes lowered to a slither of light on the floor, coming through a crack beneath a door. Fully stepping out of the TARDIS, you shut its door behind you before you blindly reached for the handle in front of you, slowly you opened it just a crack so you could peek out with one eye.

“Thanks for visiting the TVA! Don’t hesitate to let us know how we’re doin’!” A southern belle accent echoed down the deserted corridor through a speaker.

Gently you shut the door before you leaned your back against it with a grateful and relieved sigh. You were one step closer to finding Loki.

#loki #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki imagine #doctor who #tenth doctor #donna noble #tom hiddleston

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holy-stevie · 4 years ago

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The Lion and The Lamb - Part Four

Summary : Y/n gets a vistor who gifts Ransom a ring bearing a warning, Ransom shares his past with Y/n and witnesses a dream he shouldn’t have.

Warnings : Angst, Death (very descriptive), Smut ( dream sex, thigh grinding, male masturbation), Brief mentions of spitting, Abuse.

a/n : Sorry for the delay but here is part four!! Tell me what you think. (gif isn’t mine!!)

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Your hand shakes as you scrub at the already clean white tiles beneath you, your body struggling to comply as it aches and bleeds from the beating you took hours ago. You hadn’t meant to miss your bus, all but sprinting home to try and save yourself from the exact situation you were in right now.

“You missed a spot runt.” Your father says as he spits on the floor, a shit eating grin on his face when you instantly comply. As you scrub at the splatter of spit you miss the presence of a man appearing behind your father, his soft lips mumbling words into your fathers’ ear.

“Go to your room.” Your father says gripping your arm roughly and yanking you up to your tiny room, throwing you to the floor and locking you in, leaving you to pant in pain with your forehead pressed into the floor. You startle with a small scream when a hand lands on your shoulder, yanking your head up to meet lost blue eyes and a thick beard.

“W-Who are you?” You mumble out trying to crawl away from the man who looks strangely familiar, as if you had met him before. He stands to his full height and gives you a small smile as he offers out a hand for you to stand, your small hand slipping into his after a moment of deliberation.

“My name is Andy.” He says, his eyes shooting down to your wrist, a frown encompassing his once relaxed face as he stares at the small circle that you cannot see. He rubs his thumb over the mark and pulls his hand back with a hiss when it burns his finger, your brows scrunch in confusion as you watch him flinch away, lifting your wrist to your face to try and see what he was looking at. You open your mouth to ask him but suddenly a figure emerges from the shadows with a deadly glare and clenched fists.

“Ransom.” You whisper, your body betraying you as you quickly step towards him, his body automatically hiding yours from the possible threat.

“What are you doing here.” Ransom spits, anger lacing his tone as he puffs his chest in competition. Andy just chuckles and throws himself down on your bed, his arms crossed behind his head as he makes himself comfortable on the thick blankets that Ransom had gifted you.

“You marked her. Can’t say I was expecting that.” Andy chuckles and examines the small burn mark on his thumb, his body completely relaxed but his eyes sharp as they flick to your eyes peeping over Ransoms broad shoulder.

“What did you expect.” Ransom growls taking a threatening step forward, Andy springs up from the bed with an unhuman speed that you can’t track, not noticing he had moved until you feel two hands plant themselves on your shoulders. You whimper as your eyes connect with Ransoms, the blue replaced with a dark black that has you trembling in fear for the man behind you. As if sensing the trouble, Andy lets go of you and pushes you towards Ransom, chuckling when he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and yanks you behind him.

“Calm yourself Ran, I just came to deliver this.” Andy lifts and hand and chucks a small golden ring to him, his hand shooting up to catch it before it hits his chest. He doesn’t even look at the ring, not taking his eyes off the angel as he slides the ring into his back pocket.

“Get out.” Ransom snarls out, not even flinching when Andy disappears as if he was never there. You stare at the spot in disbelief for a few seconds before turning back to Ransom, swallowing when you see his barely restrained anger in his black eyes, small black lines trailing up the side of his neck.

“Stop it.” He groans out as he closes his eyes, the struggle on his face evident. Bravely you take a step closer, your fingers lightly brushing his soft cheek. You yelp as his strong arms gather you and place you on the bed, his own body coming to rest next to yours as he opens his eyes once again, the blue sliding over your features as he pulls you closer.

“What are you?” You whisper out. He studies your face, searching for the fear or anger that was usually behind this question. Seeing none he takes a deep breath, his words a whisper that caresses your soul as your suspicions are confirmed.

“They call me the dream master, a demon who drives mortals insane with vile dreams.” You don’t flinch away, you don’t gasp or cry. You nod. He tilts his head to the side as he studies your reaction, almost as if you knew.

“The alley...” You answer his silent questions, his eyes rolling at the mention of the low life demon who got cocksure. The same demon who was now scrubbing his toilet with half a face, he should have known that you would put some connections together.

“I should have been more careful.” He grins when you huff, caressing your cheek with his finger delicately. He did not remember when he fully let his guard down, when he allowed himself to push through the manipulation of the wicked presence in his being.

“But you weren’t born as a demon, were you?” You ask with a little frown between your brows, as if the thought of his soul becoming corrupt hurt you. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your brow, ignoring the nasty comment from his head as he nods.

“I was killed, sent down to Satan to become a slave.” He answers, clenching his jaw as his throat burns with the memory of the foul black liquid that killed his soul.

“Killed?” You ask softly, almost confused. He looks into your eyes as he nods once again, his hand caressing your soft waist as he takes a deep breath.

“I had an affair and my wife found out, she poisoned my tea and dumped my body in the lake with the help of my best friend.” He answers honestly, his voice a neutral calm as he stares at your eyes, the sadness in your eyes confusing him slightly.

“What happened to them?” You ask timidly, your eyes displaying that you weren’t going to make him answer if he didn’t want to.

“Well.” He mumbles tightening his arms around your waist as his mind flicks back to his first kill.

“Go get your revenge boy.” Satan chuckles once he has full control, after weeks spent learning his new abilities Ransom was finally ready to use them. Nodding he flicks his hand and finds himself standing in front of his own bedroom door, the noises coming for behind the wood sparking an anger in him, anger he’s never experienced so deeply.

Not wasting a second, he pushes the door open loudly, the two figures on the bed yelling and covering themselves with the rich silk sheets he had imported in for his love, for his bitch. He smirks as the beauty who killed him openingly gawks in panic at him standing strong and proud, her mouth flopping open like a fish several times and she clutches the sheets tighter to her naked chest.

He turns his wicked smirk on the man he called his best friend, the man whom he invited into his own home when he needed the support. The man whose sister Ransom had slept with before he died. James Barnes.

“Surprise!” Ransom spreads his arms as if excited, tilting his head with a chuckle when he sees James reach for the pistol in his coat pocket. Ransom is quicker, fliting to his side of the bed and yanking him up with a powerful hand wrapped his neck, fingers ready to snap the bone.

“See you in hell fucker.” Ransom snarls out before he snaps the man’s neck, ignoring the horrified screams of his ex-lover as he watches James’ body fall to the ground with a satisfying thump. He closes his eyes and grins and he lunges at the bitch that killed him, her begging and crying making his chest heave with laughter as his hand locks in hair as he pulls her head back so her frightened eyes look up at his pitch black ones.

“Your tea was always disgusting, I should have known it tasted too good.” He taunts, his hand coming up to trace her windpipe delicately before his hand snaps her neck in one single motion, throwing her dead body to the ground without interest as he grabs a chain from the nightstand before simply flicking his hand again. He grins when he sees the pair kneeling before his new master, their eyes wide in fear and confusion when Ransom is pulled into a filthy kiss by Satan.

“They’ve been condemned to be slaves for eternity.” He finishes, his eyes focusing back on your face. Your eyes full of understanding as you lift a finger to soothe out the wrinkle in his brow, still soft and trusting with him after he has described murdering two people.

“Do you always fight for control with the demon?” You ask cautiously, your eyes peering into his to watch for change, to catch the demon right behind his blue orbs.

“Yes.” He breaths, his eyes quickly flicking to the alarm clock to check the time when your eyelids flutter lightly, your whole body melting into his as your exhaustion becomes apparent.

“You need sleep lamb.” He whispers out, his hand sliding into your hair to ease you into a peaceful sleep. He chuckles when you mumble out a few words, your face burying itself into his neck as you slip into subconscious. It’s only a mere hour before you start shifting, your legs tangling with his until his thigh is pressed in between your legs, dangerously close to your core. He doesn’t think anything of it until your hips start to move against his thigh, your heart rate accelerates as your fingers tangle in his shirt tightly.

“Ransom...” You moan out, still trapped in whatever dream you were having. His cock stirs to life as he feels the heat against his leg, the smell of your arousal making him dizzy with pleasure. Your grinding becomes faster when you moan out again, his cock at full mast as your brush against him a few times. He groans and taps his finger against your forehead lightly entering the dream himself. He swears he could have cum on the spot as he witnesses the wet dream you were having, he watches as his own wicked tongue plunges into your dripping pussy, your back arching with a moan. He slides himself up next to you, switching between watching your facial expressions and his own head as it dives into the sweet honey your pussy was providing.

“Come on lamb, squeeze this tight little pussy around my tongue.” His twin says, he groans out as he watches the way you desperately react to the filthy words, your back arching as your tug on dream Ransoms hair as you cum on his tongue. As the dream starts to shift he clicks his tongue and leaves your head, groaning and tensing when he feels your sticky release on this thigh. Not being able to control himself Ransom untangles himself from you, making sure to place a pillow in his place, before sliding down into his own room.

Collapsing against the wall on a forearm he quickly unzips his pants and spits in his palm before fisting his cock, his nostrils flaring as the smell of your cum on his thigh lingers in the air as he jerks his cock in quick movements. He rests his forehead against his arm as he moans out your name, picturing your sweet lips wrapped around his cock, taking him into your wet warm mouth. With a shout he covers his fist in his release, his hair flopping into his eyes as he pants and rests against the cool wall.

He stays in this position before he strips himself, the dried fluids making him cringe. As he flicks his trousers off of his ankle he sees a small ring bounce out of the pocket, the ring Andy gave to him. He growls in anger at the thought of him near his girl as he picks the ring, the demon picking up the scent of angel blood. He examines the ring in the low light before he catches the small message written in white blood, his stomach dropping as he reads it.

Four days.

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cherrywoes · 4 years ago

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— six

— angel dust.

OIKAWA WAS A DEVIL. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense—his peculiar behavior, the way he would appear more than human at times, how he knew so much about the world despite not being much older than you at the time. You could have slapped yourself for missing it in the first place. It had been so obvious—so why, then, hadn’t you noticed to begin with?

After he’d kissed you, he’d been roughly yanked back by the man who had stood beside you near the ring. You weren’t able to make even a peep, your emotions overwhelming you: anger, curiosity, relief that Oikawa wasn’t dead like you’d thought, and finally, settling on betrayal—betrayal that he hadn’t told you he was a devil when he’d had the chance.

“What do you think you’re doing, Shittykawa?!” The abrupt use of his name and a strong epithet in one sentence had you reeling. He was clearly someone close to him, another devil by the looks of it, and seemed to hold some sway over Oikawa because he had the nerve to look embarrassed about it when he realized what he’d done. “You can’t just randomly kiss someone with angel dust in your system! You idiot, what if you’d poisoned her?!”

Oh, so that was the issue. You glanced at the blood running from his nose again, tainted with that silvery gray powder, and tentatively touched your fingers to your face. Dried blood stuck to your face like a second skin, along with the odd substance of that dust; not grainy, but enough of a texture to feel like loose, silky sand. You rubbed it between your fingers curiously and watched it fall to the concrete floor in shimmering flakes.

“Sorry.” Oikawa’s voice was older, but still held the same sing-song notes, just in a different tune. He was looking at you now, a look of apology on his face; sincere, although it looked bizarre on his face, as if it didn’t quite belong there, or if he wasn’t used to it. His friend looked like he’d been slapped in the face with a pan and left reeling. “Did you inhale any of it, [Name]?”

He did remember you, then, and it wasn’t just a fluke like you’d thought. It warmed your chest for a moment, that he recalled who you were, and then you were warmed by a different emotion: fury. He seemed to detect the rapid fluctuation in your mood, stiffening up and gauging you with new eyes as if he was sizing up someone far more dangerous than he was. Devils had the unique ability to sense emotions, you’d read, and manipulate them for their own gain, the opposite of angels, who sensed them and enhanced the positive ones. You only assumed that Oikawa was sampling your mood to sense your reaction to him.

“No.” You didn’t feel much else except the smear on your cheek from here his nose had pressed into your skin. There wasn’t any powder on your mouth either, just the faint tingling from where he’d brutally kissed you. “I don’t think so.”

His friend watched the interaction between the both of you with hyper focus. His face was contorted into one of extreme confusion and dawning suspicion, overlaid with a curiosity that needed to be sated. He looked to you then, those severe eyes narrowed in contemplation. “You should still get checked. Even the smallest particles could wreak havoc on human lungs.”

You recognized it for what it was—a way to keep you and Oikawa in the same room, technically alone, all for this devil’s curiosity and a need for answers.

“Okay.” You watched Oikawa visibly deflate in relief at your agreement; maybe not so much curiosity and answers, then. “I guess it would be easier to get it done here than pay the angels at the hospital.”

The hospitals were generally run by angels, at least in Eden. While their healing miracles were enough to cure stage two cancer, their magic was expensive—at least to human consumers. For devils, it was virtually unobtainable, ranking somewhere in the millions of dollars for a simple checkup. Kiyoko had told you that the devils had their own underground medical service, far cheaper and more convenient for humans, and that they only requested a favor in return, usually small things like to ferry a message between demon lords or play delivery human for a week depending on the severity of the wound or illness.

You wondered if you would owe someone a favor now.

Oikawa caught the look on your face, somehow ascertaining where your thoughts were going—or perhaps telling you what he thought you were worrying about. “You won’t owe anyone anything, [Name]. It’s fine.”

He was so… different from what you remembered. The same, but different; as if you’d walked into an alternate reality where everything was the same, but so changed from what you knew. You had to wonder what had happened to him in the years after you’d been adopted; obviously nothing good, judging by the tattoos on his body and the subtle scars raised underneath the ink.

“If you do, this idiot will just take it.” The friend thumped Oikawa on the shoulder, although it was hesitant. The devil didn’t seem to care, his gaze entirely focused on you. “Come on. I’m sure you’re starting to feel the angel dust take hold.”

He did look unsteady on his feet. Not only that, his pupils were starting to go wide, nearly obliterating the brown of his iris, and his fingers were twitching erratically against his leg. Your concern took precedence over your anger for a moment, watching him reach for his friend to support him when he stumbled.

You followed them to the back of the building. The crowd was already thinning out so you were able to make it through fairly easily without worrying about the safety of your wallet or poor feet. A medic met the three of you halfway, looking harried, and escorted you to a room sectioned off with curtains to hide the other injured from view.

You sat down in a plastic chair across from a bed laid over with white sheets and a cheap cotton pillow that had been stained with old blood and virtually given up on. Oikawa sprawled out on it moments later, groaning when his muscles seized up in an effort to fight off the angel dust in his system. You wanted to reach over and comfort him, if only because he looked like he was in so much pain, but his friend stepping into the room and standing beside your chair stopped you from doing so. You knotted your fingers in your lap, twisting them every time Oikawa hissed at a particularly painful muscle spasm.

“Iwaizumi, how much do you think he inhaled?” The medic spoke to his friend, who you now knew was Iwaizumi—the same Iwaizumi that Lev had been talking about?—while simultaneously peeling open Oikawa’s eyes to check his pupils. He waved a flashlight over them several times, clucking his tongue. “Minimal response.”

“I’m not sure; probably enough to inhibit his body’s motor controls. It didn’t seem to affect him earlier.”

The medic scoffed. “He was running on adrenaline. Now he’s paying the consequences; I don’t have enough mandrake root to cancel out the purifying effects. He needs to let his devil take care of it.”

“No.” Iwaizumi’s voice and Oikawa’s overlapped, with Oikawa going on,”It’s too dangerous. If [Name] gets hurt—”

“Then your human form will die and you will be sent back to hell,” the medic stated bluntly. “I’d think your options are pretty obvious.”

“Oikawa,” you said, drawing his attention before another muscle spasm could render him mute. “It’s okay. I’ll just step out and—”

His irises bled over red before you could finish.

You watched in awe and slight fear as horns curled up from his head in wisps of char black smoke, four sets of them, each one framing his head and curving upward in a wicked rendition of a crown. They were black, darker than you could comprehend, with deep grooves in them that glowed red and gold, like the embers of a fire. The heat emanating off of him was oppressive, pressing down on your shoulders like stones, and you could feel your legs sweating and sticking to the chair.

“There,” the medic sighed in relief,”now, he should be perfectly fine—”

Oikawa leaned over the bed and, seemingly unable to control it, threw up silvery blood all over your feet, particles of angel dust shining under the artificial light. He slumped back in the bed, unresponsive, the horns dissolving away into a mist above his head.

“Uh…” Iwaizumi inched away from you when the blood crept too close to his shoes. “I’m sure he didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, keeping your feet as still as possible. You couldn’t even be mad at him for it; you’d caught the slight panic in his eyes before he was leaning over the edge of the bed, vomiting up almost a bucket’s worth of blood on the floor and your feet. “I don’t blame him. Could I get a towel though? And maybe a shower?”

You felt gross, like you needed to scald every part of your body before you felt clean again.

“Yeah. Uh, we’ll just take Oikawa back to his place and you can shower there, since it’s his fault.” Iwaizumi couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, edging back towards the curtain and keeping an uncertain eye on the pool of blood at your feet. “Be right back.”

With the combined effort of yourself and the medic, you managed to clean up most of the blood besides the odd chalky stain on the floor from the angel dust, which the medic told you was common residue from demons stomach acid. Your shoes, however, were ruined, and you were stuck walking barefoot to Oikawa’s home while Iwaizumi carried him on his back.

The walk was quiet, as you’d expected it to be, but you didn’t expect the awkwardness that came with it. Iwaizumi always seemed on the verge of asking you something, looking at you out of the corner of his eye and then away again, grinding his teeth in frustration.

You had a hunch about what he was going to ask and said, reassuringly,”It’s okay, you can say whatever you wanted to ask me. It looks like it’s bothering you.”

“It’s not…” He sighed and shifted Oikawa’s weight on his back. “I’m not bothered. I’m confused. You… You’re obviously someone from his past. I just don’t understand who you are, or what you have to do with… him.”

“What do you mean?” He was confusing you now. “I’m not sure I…”

“Forget it.” Iwaizumi shook his head. “We’re here, anyway. Let’s get inside and get him to bed.”

Iwaizumi led you up several flights of stairs to an apartment overlooking Eden’s ocean front and the buildings before it. It was dark and somewhat sterile, as if Oikawa wasn’t really living there but just existing; he had no photos on the walls besides a small frame next to his bed, which depicted a group of men and himself and Iwaizumi standing in front of the fence in the fight club. He pointed you towards the bathroom while he gathered clothes to change Oikawa into, saying to avoid using anything with green labels on it because it was hazardous for human consumption, and left you at your own devices.

You took your shower in relative peace, eyes darting over the fairly plain yet occupied bathroom. It was obvious a man lived here, except for the odd feminine touch here and there—plush towels, rugs, decorative cups for toothbrushes, and even a toilet seat cap. You assumed it was to make it more appealing to guests, except Oikawa didn’t seem the type to have ‘guests’ from the appearance of the rest of his apartment. You tactfully avoided looking at anything else and changed into the only other spare set of clothes you had, which was a plain t-shirt and gym shorts that you’d planned on working out in later.

When you were dressed and clean, smelling of Oikawa’s shampoo which was oddly mute and consisted of downplayed notes of mint and jasmine, you exited the bathroom to find Iwaizumi sprawled out on the couch while on his phone, leaving you to sit in the chair by the glass wall overlooking the sea. Oikawa still slumbered away, so you retrieved your phone from your bag and sat down. Iwaizumi didn’t say anything to you, so you responded to a few messages from your adopted parents and screened over some emails from your college about classes resuming soon.

When you were done, Oikawa still hadn’t moved and showed no sign of waking just yet. Before you knew it, comfortable in the soft leather chair and tired from the day’s excitement, you drifted off, unaware of Iwaizumi’s observant stare from across the room.

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 4

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/630010330649706496/odins-ward-chapter-3

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 2586

Warnings: None

Y/n: 16 // Loki: 18 // Thor: 22

Y/n’s POV

My eyes glaze over as I study yet another account of Asgard’s history. This time, it’s the telling of the first war against the Frost Giants, a story I have only learned about ten thousand times. The soft feathers in my bed, much more captivating than this boring tale, invite me to sink deeper, to drift off to sleep. I’ve got a few hours before dinner…a nap would do me no harm.…I lay the book on my stomach and close my eyes, allowing the soft light of the afternoon sun to fade away.

A footstep echoes through my chambers.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, tension otherwise holding my body in place. Surely that couldn’t be coming from inside my room.

After a full minute of silence, I relax. I must have imagined it.

I lay back into the pillows, eager to return to my nap.

The lace of one of my curtains ripples.

My breath hitches. Someone might actually be in here.

Just as I open my mouth to call for a guard, the shrill sound of clanging echoes through the castle. Warning bells.

A hot spike of fear shoots through my stomach, and I dive to the table nearest my bed, the one containing a dagger Loki had given me for emergencies. With warning bells ringing in my ears and the sounds of the guards’ stomping feet resonating through the halls, this is surely that.

It’s probably safer to stay in my chambers rather than to venture into the unknown of the halls. For all I can guess, Frost Giants or rebels have already begun to terrorize the inside of the castle.

But I cannot ignore the step I heard in my room, nor the rustle of the curtain. I am not alone in here, and, for that reason, I must get out.

Dagger in hand, I break out at a sprint towards the door. Once outside, I’ll stick to the edge of the hallways until I can reach a guard or find the nearest safe room. I realize then, that I don’t remember the locations nor access codes to said safe rooms. Oh gods, I should have prepared for this! Panic spurs me on, and I reach for the door handle.

An arm locks around my waist, a cold hand clamping over my mouth before I can release a scream. I raise my free hand to plunge the dagger into my attacker’s thigh, but he dodges easily, stepping back and spinning me around to face him.

I let the dagger fall to my side.

It’s Loki, eyebrow raised and wearing an amused smile.

I gape, and something in my expression makes him lose the battle fighting his laughter. He begins to chortle, dropping his arms from my shoulders and taking a few steps back towards the center of my chambers.

“My, you’re easy to scare. I should to do this more often. It’s quite fun.”

Anger rushes through me. “Loki, what the hell?! Freaking me out like that during an attack on the city! That was really mean and I am going to kill you later, but for now, we’ve gotta go. We need to find a guard or a safe room or something.”

I turn from him and resume my progress towards the door, but he stops me by locking a hand around my wrist. I turn to find him looking dubious and as if he has no intention of leaving this room.

“Why?”

I huff, tugging on my wrist in an effort to either get him to release me or follow me. At this point, I’m considering just leaving him here. He could probably take care of himself, anyway. Or at the very least, annoy the attackers to death. “Because we’re under attack, obviously. We need to find somewhere we’ll be safe.”

He rolls his eyes, letting go of my wrist to stroll leisurely through my room. He plops on my bed, stretching his long frame over the plushy mattress.

Even in the face of fear and possibly death, the sight of him in my bed distracts me. It’s new, and strange, but not exactly bad. He’s thrown protocol and propriety completely out the window by one, visiting my chambers unaccompanied, and by two, lying in my bed.

Nanny Idsol must be rolling in her grave.

But now’s not the time to analyze Loki’s questionable decision-making skills. Or mine, for that matter, seeing as I’ve not kicked him out or called for a chaperone. I pull my focus back to the situation at hand.

“I assure you, we’re perfectly safe here.” Loki stretches his hands behind his head, looking completely at home.

My blood boils at his ‘I know something you don’t’ attitude. Still, my heart rate calms. With Loki, he usually does know something you don’t. And if he’s not concerned, I probably don’t need to be, either.

A suspicion begins to form in the back of my mind. No….“Why are the warning bells going off, Loki?”

He smiles at the ceiling as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “Well, that would be my fault, I assume. I did break into the Vault and pilfer one of Asgard’s treasures.”

“You what,” I hiss, forgetting all about my fear and instead zeroing in on disbelief. I stomp towards my bed, stopping at the edge so I can stare over my annoyingly calm best friend. “Loki, you’re a literal prince. You don’t need to steal treasure because it’s already yours. Everything in the entire world is yours!” Is it healthy for my teeth to clench this tightly? Probably not.

Loki just shrugs, turning his head to the side so his eyes can meet mine. He winks. “Yes, but where’s the fun in that?”

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach resulting from his teasing. “You need to give it back.”

He smiles, once again staring at the ceiling. “Oh, I will. I just want Father to squirm for a few hours.”

Emboldened by the adrenaline coursing through me, I perch on the top corner of my bed. Still, I keep my hands safely in my lap and leave plenty of space between us. He notices, and the edges of his lips twitch. Obviously, he finds depthless wells of humor at my expense. Mercifully though, he doesn’t comment. Instead, he closes his eyes, looking perfectly comfortable, like he could drift off to sleep at any moment. The same way I had been before he so rudely interrupted.

“So I thought I would lie low here, until the guards are done exhausting themselves running all around the castle.” He opens one eye, peeking at me without actually moving his head. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

I shake my head a little too quickly. “I don’t mind.” Then, I remember all the unnecessary fear I just went through. I grit my teeth and speak under my breath. “Even though you scared me half to death.”

He, of course, hears my complaint, and rolls onto his stomach, taking my hands in his. When I look down in surprise, I find him staring up at me with a soft, still slightly amused but otherwise benevolent, smile. “I’m sorry.”

I huff, trying to ignore my frustratingly pleasant reaction to his hands on mine. “Forgiven, I guess.”

He squeezes my hands lightly before releasing them and rolling onto his back once again. When I look down, I notice the dagger I previously held is gone.

“Hey,” I protest, but he doesn’t even open his eyes.

“I don’t exactly feel safe taking a nap not a foot away from an armed and possibly still angry woman. You can have the dagger back when I leave.”

I grit my teeth, always teetering on the edge of laughing and wanting to scream when I’m with him. “Well, maybe I don’t exactly feel safe being alone in my room with a thief.”

His cheek twitches. “Yet you are still here.”

“Because it’s my room,” I shout, indignant.

He just shushes me and continues his chuckles. “Actually, since I am one of the heirs, everything in this castle is mine, as you so intelligently mentioned earlier, including this room. So I think I shall take a nap in one of my rooms and, because I am a kind prince, you are welcome to join me.”

“Oh, wow, thank you, Your Gracious Majesty.” I roll my eyes, grateful that his eyes are still shut, meaning he can’t see my teeth begin to worry my bottom lip. Is he inviting me to lie down with him?

Well, at the very least, he seems completely cool and unbothered by the situation. It really could do no harm for me to pretend to be the same. With the adrenaline spurring me on, I smooth out my dress and carefully extend myself on the mattress next to him, still leaving a sliver of space between us.

The side of his mouth quirks up as it so often does.

I feel the need to defend myself. “I was trying to sleep before you ruined it, you know.”

His expression smooths over, and his voice is peaceful when he speaks. “Forgive me, My Lady, but I do seem to be trying to remedy that now.”

Despite my nerves, a shaky laugh escapes me, and I relax slightly.

It’s no big deal, right? Besides, there’s no way either of us will actually fall asleep, what with those shill bells ringing like that. We’re just resting our eyes. And there’s plenty of space between us, anyway.

Neither of us says anything more and, within minutes, his breathing becomes deep and even.

I crack open an eye, rolling over slightly to stare at him. How in the Norns did he fall asleep so quickly? And with all that noise? … And with me right here?

A small part of me is hurt that he’s not as affected by my presence in this bed as I am by his, but I quickly dismiss the thought. It’s obvious that he’s much more casual about things than I am, and it’s not exactly a secret that he’s done more in a woman’s bed than sleep. He does have that luxury, after all, being a prince.

I return to lying on my back and close my eyes, trying to use Loki’s even breathing as a metronome to calm my still-speeding heart.

{***}

The room is completely dark when I open my eyes, and it takes a moment to adjust. The high-pitched pealing of the bells is gone, replaced by a peaceful silence. The right side of my body is much warmer than the rest of me. As winter approaches, the castle is becoming unpleasantly chilly, and I burrow closer to the source of warmth, wanting to go back to sleep.

The source shifts and pulls me closer. I shut my eyes, sinking closer to the comfortable heat.

My eyes fly open and my mouth gapes open in a silent gasp.

Loki.

Whaaaaat.

During sleep, Loki had pressed himself against my side, throwing one of his arms around my stomach and coming to a gentle rest on my hip. I had fallen into him and curled against his chest. Covering my mouth in a desperate attempt to mute any noise escaping, I carefully disentangle myself. Once I’m safely free, I ease myself out of the bed and rush to the other side of the room before I’m even fully conscious of my movements.

Holy crap. I just cuddled with one of the most important men in the nine realms.

With one of the most off-limits men.

With the guy that is safely my best friend, and nothing more; nor could he ever be anything more.

I exhale, urging myself to stop making such a big deal out of this. I try to convince myself that it’s fine, but I know that’s a lie. If word got out about this…if anyone found out, my reputation would be absolutely ruined. Father would disown me. No man would want to marry me. There will be no way to salvage my future if people know what just took place.

Because there’s no way to prove that we’d only been sleeping.

Court gossip is insidious, and news of Prince Loki and the King’s Ward spending four hours alone in a dark bedroom together would spread like a wildfire. There would be accounts from ‘witnesses’, claiming to hear sounds of passion as they passed by my bedroom door, or saying they saw Loki sneaking out half-dressed. A well-placed bribe to an ambitious guard could do wonders for the rumor mill.

I trust Loki, of course, and know that he won’t say anything. I obviously won’t say anything. But if someone were to find us….

I gulp, and, before I can act on my decision to wake Loki up and tell him to leave, there’s a knock on the door.

Shit.

The pounding does my job for me, and Loki sits up slowly, blinking in slight confusion.

“Hide,” I hiss, hoping he can hear me from across the room.

He disappears without question.

I smooth my hair, likely quite disheveled from my nap, and open the door to reveal two burly guards.

They use my name as a greeting, and the taller of the two explains their presence. “We’re checking on everyone in the castle, making sure they’re all accounted for. The thief has yet to be found, but the stolen item was returned to the Vault.” Then, he furrows his brow, peering past me into my room. “Why are all the lights off? Lady Y/n, are you alright?”

It’s not difficult to follow his train of thought. No candles or torches to light my dark room is suspicious. For all he knows, the thief is hiding in my chambers. The guard isn’t too far off, seeing as the thief was definitely here a minute ago, and could very well be still, hiding in the shadows. In case Loki is still here, I can’t risk the guards coming in for a search. I have to get them to leave.

I put on my most winning smile. “Yes, I’m quite alright, thank you for your concern. I’m afraid the stress of the warning bells exhausted me, and I allowed myself a brief slumber. Your knock is what woke me up.”

He looks properly abased, and bows his head slightly. “My apologies, Lady Y/n. We will let you return to your sleep.”

I thank them sweetly and shut the door as naturally as I can. When I hear their footsteps retreat, I light a candle and search my room.

“Loki?”

But he’s nowhere to be found.

{***}

At dinner, everyone chatters about the perplexing theft and subsequent return of the missing object. Theories range from Frost Giants to a group of rowdy kids. No one suspects the privileged son of Odin himself.

The prince in question does not look at me as I take my seat to his right. He merely nods, not looking up from his cool surveillance of the room.

“Lady Y/n.”

“Prince Loki.” My response is just as short.

There’s no way for us to look each other in the eye, to discuss our lapse in judgement. So, I assume, we will just ignore it.

Though try as I might, I can’t stop replaying the feeling of him pulling me close.

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years ago

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Hi again! Sorry for not using ask box at first, I'm on mobile lol. Anyways I was hoping you can do the compainions with a male reader who has PTSD and fluff happens? Its no biggue if you can't! Thanks!

Cait:

(I strongly headcanon she has ptsd as well)

“Hey, ya aren’t looking too good......oh shite.”

All because the house you were searching scrap for had a particularly familiar blue crib within it. She knew from the second your eyes went hazy that something was gravely wrong. However it was when you approached the crib and you became numb to her touches and words she was queued to take action.

With a light sigh she finally forced your unseeing gaze away from the crib, dismayed at the far off look your eyes held.

“Sole, look at me, you’re stronger than this.” She whispered in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “Come on, let’s just get out of here and go get a pint. Sound good?”

Curie:

“Shh, everything is alright mon amour.”

To say she was confused at first would be a vast understatement. It was for once a normal day, no scavenging, no violence, not even a disenchanted settler going off. Everything was calm and yet you could do nothing to stop the horror of a long gone scene rearing its ugly face, sending terror coursing through your veins. To add to your dismay, you couldn’t stop yourself from striking the petite scientist when she got too close. The illusion was abruptly torn away to reveal her bloody nose and hurt look in her eyes.

After this you tried your best to try to explain yourself through feverish tears, only to be stopped by her with her understanding gaze as she gently sat you down and made haste to administer a mild tranquilizer to ease your troubled mind.

Danse: (he canonically has ptsd)

“Soldier? Sole look at me, I know what you’re going through. I’ve got you.”

Danse definitely isn’t the best at emotional thing, let alone comforting someone. However when he was laying beside your trembling form in your shared bed he knew he had to do something. He took it upon himself to roll you to face him, sighing as you adverted your red tearful eyes from meeting his gaze.

“I-..Danse, it was like I was there all over again.” You sniffled, gasping as he hummed whilst bringing you close into his chest.

“Y-you’re not anymore, no..you’re safe now. I..I wouldn’t let you be in that situation ever again.”

Although he knew well that words would never stop the traumatic nightmares much less absolve either of you from the burden, at least it calmed you.

Deacon:

“Woah, sole it’s just me!”

Naturally Deacon reverted using humor when he saw the first signs of your distress. He was quick to realize the severity of the situation whenever you whipped your head back to look at him with terrified eyes and your hand quickly reaching for your gun.

Luckily you were able to snap yourself out of it before anything terrible became of the situation, but from there on Deacon knew to avoid certain places and worked especially hard on spending a few off days with you to give the rest your mind desperately needed.

Gage:

“God damnit sole, get your head back about ya.”

He’d beat himself to hell and back over it once he realized what was really going on. But..when sole first displayed symptoms of an episode he teased them about it at first, the playfulness fading into annoyance when they refused to leave their home and get their “overboss duties” taken care of for the day.

It was when sole got angry enough to buck up to the raider that he understood exactly what was going on. Well, it was more or less the trembling and tense jaw that gave it away.

“I...I’m sorry.”

Hancock:

“Don’t fret, I’ve gotcha sunshine.”

To be perfectly honest Hancock has seen all kinds of shit being mayor of Goodneighbor so seeing sole absolutely lose their shit at the sound of glass shattering wasn’t a particularly strange ordeal. He didn’t even think to directly link it to an underlying mental illness, no, that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind at the time. The first thing he did was tend to the symptoms of the blatant panic attack, popping a fresh inhaler of jet into his sunshine‘s mouth to calm them down.

Of course after they were calmed he gingerly approached the subject and once they revealed what caused the abrupt panic he gave a solemn smile and nodded in acknowledgement, pulling you into his arms for a loving hug.

Macready:

“Take as much time as you need boss, the caps will still be out there for our taking later.”

He was pretty accustomed to people with ptsd, but seeing his dearest inflicted with him made his heart pang. Either way he understood that even if it wasn’t a flashback or something big, your sudden lack of motivation was also because of the illness. So despite his nature he just laid in bed beside you, occasionally getting up to get food and so, trying to take your mind off of whatever was preoccupying it.

Maxson:

(Totally has ptsd as well)

“It doesn’t make it any better, I know, but I’m here for you.”

He’s grown to suspect every soldier in the brotherhood would eventually develop some form of a stress disorder but that still didn’t prepare him to see his precious sentinel in such disarray and fearful when he approached them overlooking the railing of the airship.

“Sole...” he started with a sigh, his fingers nervously twitching when you didn’t acknowledge his words. “Let’s go back inside.” Was all he could say, eventually just resorting to wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to captain Cade’s office. That night he did his level best to provide you as much comfort as possible, fixing you both a glass of whiskey and snuggling into your side.

Nick Valentine:

“Doll, if this is too close to home it’s alright.”

He should’ve known better than to bring you along a case, a case where a parent was trying to find their missing child. He just knew it wouldn’t be okay. His suspicions were confirmed as you started to feel in horror walking down a familiar path, unwanted thoughts progressively turning into complete flashbacks as Boston’s chilly air seemed to overtake you. Reminding you all over again of the cold tomb you awoke out of. Before you knew what was happening you were sitting on the cold cement curb of some ruined highway with nick close beside you, sharing a cigarette while gazing at the sky. That was the first and only case nick didn’t get to resolve with you since your partnership.

Old Longfellow:

“Alright cap’n, calm down.”

He would of course been around long enough to see a whole rainbow of ptsd related symptoms. Seeing sole’s widened eyes and quickened breath at a seemingly harmless remark of a harbor person, he knew what was up. That being said he isn’t exactly a “let’s hug it out” kind of person so he instead settled for bringing his lover back to their cabin and pouring some drinks. He wouldn’t dare ask what caused that reaction but if sole was apt to speak he’d be happy to listen.

Piper:

“Um blue..you know I don’t expect you to do all of this, right?”

It was quite the unusual symptom of ptsd but no matter what, even if you were sick you just couldn’t stop yourself from going the extra mile in absolutely everything you do for piper. That wasn’t a bad thing per se but..whenever you began to not even sleep more than four hours before waking and wanting go hound for more stories she knew something was terribly wrong.

It took a while to drag it out of you but once she took time to sit and you let the cat out of the bag she was horrified at first but slowly began to understand. So to attempt to remedy your illness she takes special care to remind you that it isn’t necessary to always be doing something for everyone. Self care is key.

Preston:

“General, for once..the settlements can wait.”

He was well aware of your illness the very first time you displayed even a minor trait. So once the nightmares shook you into a hallucinating awareness he embraced you through your vicious yells and even your pained sobs. The next morning when you tried to pretend nothing happened he hugged you once more, taking your gun from your hands before shaking his head.

“Let’s take today off..”

X6-88:

“Sole just breathe.”

Calm and collected was his m.o., no matter what. Be it his programming or just his core personality. That being said he truly did feel concern whenever he saw his normally equally calm love spiral down into a feverish frenzy of anger and confusion. However instead of wasting time he simply teleported back to the institute with you in (embarrassingly enough) literally in his arms, marched up to the doctor and demanded immediate assessment and treatment. Ranks be damned.

#fallout #fo4 companions #fallout companions #hancock #curie #fallout 4 #macready #paladin danse #tw ptsd #sorry if there are any errors i wrote this in a hurry

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black-streak · 5 years ago

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Waiting for the Worms - Bring the Boys Back Home

Part 11

Jason's time up until the blackout. Very few warnings for this bit... Umm, mention of guns and a touch of violence later? This part is a bit shorter than usual, especially in comparison to the last part.

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Explaining why 'Marinette' had a newfound interest in guns and weaponry had been difficult to say the least. Sure, she already took martial arts and Jason added kickboxing and trained with the team regularly, but her parents weren't aware of the latter and quite frankly, the team showed some confusion as well. Sure, Kagami already new fencing and regularly used a bow staff as she saw fit, but guns? That was something else. Jason always had an interest and refused to give up, especially with Bruce no longer able to restrict his training. Tikki, surprisingly enough, fully supported the decision while Plagg actually showed more caution.

Nevertheless, with the excuse of wanting to know how to disarm and be able to disassemble a weapon in case someone were to attack him, Sabine reluctantly agreed to allow him to attend lessons and visit a shooting range. After figuring out the basics and quickly dropping the lessons as to not raise suspicion for the real reason he wanted to learn, Jason took Kaalki and borrowed Plagg so he could transport to isolated locations and use Tikki's creation magic to summon different models and learn them inside and out along with explosives that he took apart and put back together under the careful guidance of Plagg. When he was done, he let Tikki remove it from the world once more, undoing any damage he might've caused.

With graduation in two weeks and Marinette's seventeenth birthday right after, Jason knew he had a few decisions ahead of him.

Honestly, he just felt grateful Marinette skipped a grade when they were younger. He's not sure if he could take another year of living like this. The fight to stay normal, to stay under the radar and appear okay itched at his skin, reminding him at all times that it wasn't his. Back before the nightmares began, he almost settled into the routine, almost adjusted to the too smooth skin, the brush of hair between shoulder blades, the small stature and feminine voice he spoke in. Living as her almost came naturally. Sometimes he forgot Tom and Sabine weren't actually his parents and that his teammates didn't know the truth of who he was. Then the dreams started and horrific imagery flooded his mind every few nights and everything felt wrong again. Suddenly he couldn't forget where he was, who this body truly belonged to, the fact that he was meant to be dead, not finishing schooling.

The methodical rhythm of disassembling and cleaning weapons eased the tension and grounded him in his worst moments. Maybe if he knew how every weapon worked and how to counter them, the constant attacks in his dreams wouldn't terrify him so much. While his dream self seemed to have no issue fighting back and taking out his unseen enemies, his brain couldn't keep up in his sleeping state and threw him into a breathless fit, shaking and panicking as he startled into wakefulness. The panic lessened since starting to learn, so he figured he just needed to learn more and adjust. Really he just wished the dreams would end.

His phone buzzed, startling him out of his contemplative state. Raising it up, he checked the caller ID before answering, the video chat opening up to show Marc.

"Hey, Marc, what's up?"

"Kagami said she needs you to transport back now, something about disappearing too much for your own good?"

"She's one to talk. Alright, heading back now. Have somewhere in mind?"

"Chloe's suite. We're all gathered here," Marc said, shifting in place, more comfortable than they once were, but still shy by nature and unable to hide the edging nerves.

"Oh really? Maybe I should just head home then. Sounds like an intervention."

He watched as his friend jumped a bit, surprised eyes widening rapidly. Before they could even begin to speak, Jason chuckled, cutting them off.

"I'm opening the portal now. See you in a moment."

Hanging up, he opened his bag and woke the sleeping kwami to transport them back to Paris. Upon arriving in Chloe's suite, said blonde launched herself at him, wrapping him up in a hug and swinging them about with the momentum.l, before immediately backing off before he could get annoyed, Kagami coming up from the side and gripping his sleeve in her own form of affectionate greeting. Marc and Juleka looked up from the couch and offered excited smiles.

"You're all entirely too happy. What's happening?"

"Your birthday is in three weeks," Juleka stated softly.

"You're finally hitting our age, oh fearless leader," Chloe drawled out.

"You say that as if you aren't already eighteen," he deadpanned back.

"Semantics."

"There are some highlights to graduating and be surrounded by legal adults," came from his side.

"Like?"

"Your parents agreeing to let you go on a trip with us, no real adults present. Happy Birthday, Marinette."

"What did you guys do?"

Marc spoke up here, "well, we were trying to think of what to give you and I remembered how much you use to talk about leaving Paris all the time and with how much you've been using Kaalki to escape, we figured you wanted out, especially now that Hawkmoth isn't necessarily holding us back anymore and your guardian training is complete. So then we had to think of where to go and what to do and maybe Chloe and I remembered back years ago, no matter how your list of places to go changed, one always stayed the same and-," they rambled in a spiral until Juleka landed a hand on their shoulder, cutting them off gently.

"We're going to Gotham," she offered.

He felt his pulse pick up and eyes widen, thoughts and emotions tearing through him too fast to hold on to.

"Mari? This is an excited reaction right? We can change plans if you no longer want to go," someone spoke. He had to stamp down his anger and tears, to reassure his teammates they hadn't done anything wrong.

"No no, I'm thrilled, I just never thought I'd be going there as an adult is all."

"Oh," Chloe flinched, putting two and two together first, having been the most present back when the connection broke and knowing something bad happened to Marinette's soulmate, "Mari, if it hurts to go there, we won't. I didn't realize," she trailed off.

"I want to."

"Are you sure? This trip is supposed to be a celebration for you."

"It'll give me closure. I want to go. Thank you or this," he forced a watery smile which ended with another hug from Chloe and soft smiles from the rest. They couldn't have realized what type of closure he sought out. Bruce, explaining why he thought it okay to let his soulmate pass on without a proper funeral, without any retribution or justice for their death. The Joker dead. Some people should not be allowed to live, he'd always believed that and the clown was one of those people. Sure, this would look like petty revenge, but how many others lost their soulmate to his hands? This was necessary. And his team had just given him the means to do so without raising suspicion. He felt a type of peace settle over him as he thanked them again for their thoughtful gift.

…

Two weeks came and went and suddenly they were graduates. Suddenly, her birthday was upon them and her parents presented a beautiful cake and invited all of their friends and family over to celebrate. Tom cried over his baby girl growing up and Jason teared up, knowing she never did. He hugged them twice as tight in apology, giving watery smiles mistaken for his realizing his own new status as an adult, if a young one. Gifts were given and promises were made and at the end of the day, it all hit like a whirlwind. She'd been dead for one week short of three years. On the anniversary of her death, he'd arrive in the place where it all began. That godforsaken hellhole of a city. It felt like poetic justice. He struggled to fall asleep that night.

…

His nightmare was more vivid that night. Throwing a blade at a barely seen threat, pinned beneath another, the streak of silver above him and downpour of blood. Moving out and up on instinct, and meeting terrified green eyes.

Moving down a path, a glance at the bodies in another. The woman from before, the other one with the jade eyes, among them. Twisting the kid out of sight and away from there. A dark tunnel. An abandoned building.

He woke then, bright blue and acidic green eyes watching him wearily from the other side of the room. Shoving it down, he shifted over and fell back asleep, use to these restless nights by now.

…

The airport was too bright and loud for this time in the morning. Their flight was at eight in the morning from Paris, meaning they would arrive in Gotham around ten in the morning. Time zones were annoying that way. All of them had stayed up the entirety of the night before and planned on sleeping for the duration of the flight as though that would help. Eight hours in a plane with only two hours difference in time was sure to throw them off no matter what.

Either way, they all boarded, tucked into their first class seats, courtesy of the rich kids, with blankets and reclined positions and went to sleep.

…

Landing, going through customs, and retrieving their bags went smoothly enough, making it to their hotel rooms by ten thirty. Now they were regrouping, having dropped off their things and changed out of their airport clothing. The urge to pass out for another eight hours was tempting, but none of them had anything in their stomachs and food took president for now.

Picking their way into a coffee shop down the road, Jason ordered a latte and a slice of pumpkin bread and settled in a corner table, blocked off from most of the place.

As the others slowly trickled over with their own findings, a tension slowly grew amongst the group. Amongst the entirety of the cafe actually. Looking around he couldn't catch sight of anything out of the normal. Surely none of the rogues would attack here. It was just a cafe, nothing worth holding up. Until he remembered where they were. On the very edge of where the penguin's territory usually landed. Right on the edge of where Scarecrow's usual haunts began. Glancing about more frantically to see why everything had fallen silent, the privacy of his corner table also blocking too much of the view, a scream picked up right as a cloud of smoke spread from the last table to their own.

Stiffening up in preparation for what was to come, the breath knocked right out of him as a sharp yank came from the back of his head. No, his mind. Right as the cloud reached his face, he blacked out.

…

Coming to, he jumped up, dizzy and disoriented. The room spun and he immediately fell back into his seat when a movement in his peripheral caught his attention. His hand instinctively yanked a knife off the counter (counter?) and launched it towards the figure while he twisted to face them.

When the room stopped spinning, he caught sight of the boy standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a bedroom, jade green eyes trained on him as he carefully pried the knife out of the wall beside his head. Once it was freed and lowered in his grasp, he turned fully towards Jason, eyes hardened with a wary glint. Everything went still.

"Marinette?"

#jasonette #maribat #ml x dc #WFTW #part 11 #just playing a bit of catch up #or am I?#next stop - terrible times!#hey i posted on time

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daydream-hobii · 5 years ago

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Hybrid Heart Attack | Chapter 8

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: BTS x Female!Reader; Human!Seokjin x Human!Reader; Eventual relationship with Snow Leopard!Yoongi, Red Panda!Hoseok, Koala!Namjoon, Calico Cat!Jimin, Husky!Taehyung, Doberman!Jungkook

Summary: Y/n finds her current fiance during college, his name is Seokjin. They fell in love and dated for three years before he proposed. Now, Seokjin is a lawyer for hybrids, and Y/n, well, she has the perfect stay at home job. When Seokjin invites her to move in, she wasn’t expecting that he has six hybrids. She doesn’t know why a hybrid lawyer wouldn’t have hybrids, she just didn’t think about it…. Y/n is petrified of hybrids, something happened to her when she was little…. Guess she’ll have to adapt… or leave.

Warning: Mentions of Animal Attacks, Abuse (Physical & Mental), Depression, Anxiety; Possible PTSD mentions; Suggestions of Smut; Read with caution. <3 Mentions of Death of a Loved One; Read with Caution~ <3

Word Count: 1,619

// Previous // Next //

Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 8! Ooooh, this is a LONG BOI! I hope you all enjoy it!! ^_^

Everything changed after that incident. A week has gone by, and I lock myself in my office. The lock that remained untouched was now being used. At first, Taehyung and Yoongi would always come by, just in case I left it unlocked. A small part of me wanted to open it, hold them and tell them I’m sorry because I ruined our friendship, our love… but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I barely saw any of them. I’d eat in my office, stay there all day until it was bedtime, then I’d lock myself in the bedroom, let Seokjin in once he was ready, then lock it again and go to sleep. This was my routine. This was my fear winning.

One day, I ran into Namjoon and almost dropped to the ground in fear. My eyes were wide and I paled, backing away from him. He seemed so stunned by my reaction that he was frozen. I remember letting out a small noise in fear, booking it back to my office, heart pounding as I locked the door.

It’s been a week. A whole week of this routine, and I find myself losing more of who I am. I reverted back to my fear, back to my panic. I started thinking about the wedding…. Seokjin is the best man I’ve ever known, I knew I loved him, he was my soulmate, he had to be… but could I live my life like this…?

I was tired of being locked away, I was tired of being fearful. My hand instinctively went to my chest, where the long marks were, and I flinched. They had healed over for the most part, but they were still tender. In the back of my mind, I know Jungkook didn’t mean to. The shirt meant a lot to him and he thought I ruined it.

The shirt…. What was that shirt? Why was it so meaningful? I didn’t know anything about Jungkook…. Seokjin didn’t know much either, just that he found him at the shelter, sad and angry. It took Jungkook a very long time to get him to trust him, years in fact. What was that shirt…?

I’ve made a decision. I went to a search engine on my computer, typing in his name. Jeon Jungkook. I was surprised at the amount of articles pulled up. I read through them all, his anger and sadness making more and more sense. The shirt…. That’s why it was so meaningful….

I stood up, grabbing my purse and going to my office door. I had to look at the shirt. I carefully snuck downstairs, heart racing. I went into the laundry room, seeing the shirt lying on the laundry basket. I quickly grabbed it, opening it. My suspicions were correct. I had to fix this for him.

I snuck back out, walking towards the front door. The boys were all in the living room, talking. I caught a glimpse of Jungkook. He was sitting in the armchair, knees brought up to his chest and eyes filled with grief. My heart ached for him.

I quickly went out the door and to my car, hopping in and speeding away. Again, I caught a glimpse of the six boys running out, watching my car drive away, shock in their eyes. I tried to ignore my question of what they were thinking. I went to the local police station, parking and getting out, going into it and to the front desk.

“Can I help you?” A cheerful woman asked, smiling at me.

“Hi, I’m wondering if anyone here knew a Jungkook? I believe he was-” The lady frowned, cutting my off.

“Yes dear, let me take you to Officer Lee,” She said, standing and coming around to open a door for me. I quickly walked through, following her to an office where a large man sat.

“Officer Lee?” The lady asked, making him look up. “This woman is here to speak to you.”

“Hello, yes, please have a seat,” The man looked friendly, offering me the chair in front of him. The lady closed the door on the way out, and I became a bit embarrassed at my sudden appearance. “What can I help you with?”

“Well… um… sir,” I stumbled, before letting out a slow breath to relax myself. “My fiance has a hybrid that we don’t know much about. He’s had him for two or three years, and I’m wondering if you can tell me about him. His name is Jeon Jungkook? He’s a doberman hybrid.”

His eyes seemed to twinkle at the name, a little bit of joy, a bit of sadness. He sighed, nodding his head and rubbing his face.

“I haven’t heard his name in a very long time…. What would you like to know…?”

That’s when I learned every possible thing I could about Jungkook. How he was raised, who his previous owner was, what he did for a living, why he stopped…. I know everything. It all made sense after that.

“Thank you so much for your time,” I said, standing and shaking his hand.

“I appreciate it,” Officer Lee replied.

“Oh, before I go,” I started, taking out the ruined shirt from my purse. “do you happen to have anymore of these…? I know it’s old, but his was ruined and he’s heartbroken about it.”

“Actually, I believe we do, hold on.” The man stood up, walking out. After a few minutes, he came back with a couple of them. “Just in case another mishap happens.”

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile, about to leave.

“Miss?” He said, stopping me and having me turn to him. “He became very angry after the incident, I know that, but please… take care of him. He’s a good kid, and I know it’s still there.” I stared at him for a moment before nodding. I turned away, leaving the building to go home.

When I got there, Seokjin’s car was in the driveway. It was already late when I left, so the day is ending quickly. I pulled up, walking to the front door, shirts hiding in my bag. I went inside, seeing everyone in the living room. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon had been crying, Hoseok and Jimin trying to console them. Jungkook still sat in the same location, the same position, looking more upset. Seokjin was pacing, concern on his face.

“What happened?” I asked, worry growing in my stomach. All their eyes shot towards me, making me jump and look between them all. Seokjin ran over, throwing his arms around me. I frowned, bringing my hands up and tangling them in his hair.

“We all thought you left us,” Seokjin choked out. “Left me.”

“Oh, no,” I replied, furrow my brow in concern. “Honey, no, of course not. I would never leave unannounced, I would always talk to you about it first.”

“I’m sorry,” He choked, pulling away and wiping his tears. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“What were you doing?” Jimin squeaked out, carefully. My heart still raced, but I was more confident in myself, in them. I looked at Jungkook, whose eyes were on the ground.

“I went to get Jungkook a present,” I replied, making them all wide eyed. Jungkook looked up, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Here.” I took out the two shirts, walking over and holding them out. My skin crawled with nerves and panic, but my mind was clear.

Jungkook sniffed the air, wide eyed. He took the shirts carefully, pressing them to his chest and looking up at me. I bit my lip, nervous that he’ll get upset that I went without his permission.

“I know it’s probably not the same, but Officer Lee said these are the same shirts from when you were in the academy,” I said. Everyone in the room was stunned, the only two talking was myself and Jungkook.

“Officer Lee?” Jungkook croaked out. “You talked to him?”

“Yeah… um… I hope you don’t mind, but he told me a little about you,” I replied. I knelt in front of him, hesitating for only a moment before placing my hands on his knees.

“Y/n…” Seokjin whispered, worry laced in his voice.

“Kookie…” I whispered as he stared. “It wasn’t your fault….”

“Yes, it was,” Jungkook growled, tears flowing down his cheeks. “If it wasn’t for me, she’d be alive!”

“Jungkook,” I said, keeping my calm. “She wouldn’t have wanted you to be angry forever. She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. She was a fighter, she was an officer.”

“Don’t talk like you knew her,” Jungkook growled, eyes sharp.

“You’re right, I didn’t… but Officer Lee told me about her. Told me how much she loved her job, she loved wearing her badge. How much she loved you,” I replied, staying in place, trying to remain calm. “You didn’t know there were two guys in the building… it’s not your fault.”

“Y/n, please,” Jungkook begged, his anger diminishing before my very eyes. Tears flowed down his cheeks, a quiet sob escaping his lips. “It was my fault, I should’ve smelled him.”

“Kookie…. I know it wasn’t your fault,” I said, firmly. “No one thinks it’s your fault.”

Jungkook burst into tears, trembling and covering his face. I slowly leaned up, wrapping my arms around him and gulping. My heart swelled as he wrapped his arms around me, crying into my shoulder. Even though this was a sad moment, one that I wish neither of us had to live through, this was the best progress I’ve made. This was, also, progress for Jungkook. He’s letting himself grieve, rather than be angry. I’m letting myself love, rather than fear. Progress.

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afterthelastreset · 4 years ago

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch20 Date P4

(Warning: Past abuse mentioned, Plus minor panic attack. Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

"And then so I put the ace in the trunk Seam had levitated and pulled, pulled him out without anyone knowing. It used to be one of Queen Heart's favorite, favorite tricks of mine, mine. I think I also saw you there a few times, times."

"I was, but I nay had any time for shows with thine king's giving me so many duties to perform."

The floating jester next to him hummed and smiled brightly next to the duke. The two had been chatting about Jevil's old shows he'd perform along with some of Rouxls's old jobs and encounters with the younger royals. Or more specifically Jevil was talking and the duke went ahead and listened to whatever he had to say of course. He didn't mind the constant chattering, he was used to the King of Clubs many heads doing the same thing or Lancer babbling his child mind out. But he was surprised he wasn't more tired.

Well, he guessed it was official now. Rouxls Kaard, Duke of Puzzles, advisor and caretaker of King Lancer- Had finally fallen off the deep end or at least given up and accepted his fate of being surrounded by mad people and the chaos they bring into his life. But he had to debate really quick in his tired mind. Either let Jevil take him out on whatever hopefully not so chaotic outing he wanted and get it over with, or argue for hours until his lungs were burnt out only to be dragged off against his will or fight all over again. He believed the latter was more obvious. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. But knowing Jevil it would take anywhere from a few minutes to the whole day, hopefully this'll be enough to suffice him. At least for the time being. Right now be had a resting tired and bored face as he allowed himself to be guided along upon the path to who knows where.

But much to his credit, though he'd hate to admit it, Jevil was at least behaving himself. The little imp had offered the poor tired duke his arm, which Rouxls politely declined for personal reasons and opened the door for him. Very gentlemanly- Which raised the worm's suspicions by tenfold. It wasn't like Jevil to be so...calm for more than a few seconds. He knew he wouldn't be acting like this for a good reason, but what for he wouldn't know. Which begs the question. Shouldn't he be more suspicious right now? He's been feeling unusally calm as of late, different from the start of this week or....Well everyday he could remember before this week. It was weird. He still felt suspicious and if he were to be honest a little scared of the whole thing but...He couldn't help but find it strange, so he shrugged it off for now. It was just probably his mind subconsciously becoming more adapted to his new surroundings or maybe he really did need a break from it all.

'There. See? This isn't so bad. It's a nice day and Jevil's sure to make it worth your while. Look at the giant smile on his face-' 'Silence worm! I still has to keepeth mine guard on in case somethinge happens!' 'Still afraid over what happened with her? It was so long ago-'

"HE CLAWED MY FACE!!''

A surge of anger erupted from the deepest depths of his soul and whatever was going on around him halted in a second. His soul thumped from within his chest and he took a few breaths just staring at the ground to pay any real attention that Jevil had stopped talking about whatever he was going on about and staring dead at him. The floating jester blinked in shock at the heaving duke and froze at his reaction. He could feel the sudden spike of anger come from the glossy eyed worm at he stared dead at the ground, but as quickly as it came it seemed the duke remembered the other person there and slowly turned his glossy eyes towards him. Jevil couldn't make out what the duke was thinking just staring at him- No. Not staring at him. Staring through him. Almost like Rouxls was in some kind of stuper.

"...Rouxls, Rouxls?"

....The duke blinked, it seemed his brain had caught up with his brain and his blurry vision of three Jevils turned into one worried lookinh gremlin reaching his hand out to him. To which he instinctively took a few quick steps away.

"I-I amst fine!" His eyes quickly looked away as he still breathed deeply. "I-I...I just need a few moments."

Jevil didn't look the least bit convinced, but stayed silently staring at him. Rouxls knew the imp was staring at him but didn't let it show, instead straightening himself out and beginning to walk away on jello feeling legs. Jevil right beside him of course. The two walked in very uncomfortable silence for a moment before jevil looked back over to him and silently stared at the duke with a quizzical expression. ...This reaction of staring at nothing and freezing like a cornered rabbick was something he had seen before. Pretty small when he spooked him and he'd freeze and smile, but this was something a whole lot different. It was almost the same reaction he had from a few days ago, minus the sudden outburst just now- His yellow eyes grazed over the few scars across his face-

".....Rouxls?" The worm didn't look at him but made a small hum sound indicating he was listening. The fool nervously bit his bottem lip, maybe he shouldn't be asking so early into his date, heck. It could ruin the whole mood altogether. But-..."Are you feeling, feeling alright?"

".....I willst be fine."

"If you say so, so-"

"I do."

His tone told Jevil that was the end of that discussion, well for now at least. He now had a very concerned and curious idea about his reactions now, but to make the duke more comfortable and hopefully feel better he'd let it go for now. But he made a mental note to figure this out later. Putting on a smile he acted like what happened hadn't even happened, if there was one thing he was good at it was entertainment!

"I heard, heard you enjoyed knitting!" He smiled wider when then the duke's head slightly turned to him. At least that caught his interest. "Little Lancer had showed me, showed me your many scarves and sweaters you made him, him!" He pointed at him. "And you did, did buy wool, wool from Seam. I assumed you did it as a side hobby, hobby."

Rouxls gave off a chuckle and turned his head to him with a soft smile. "It tis. Overtime I just sold extra stock of mine skills to other's who clearly needed them."

Ah. There it was, the duke's pride starting to peek through. Something he loved to poke at and get his reactions out of, but for now he would build his pride up to make him feel better. Which is why he put on mock shock. "You're the one who made, made all those colorful comfy creations, creations? Very impressive.~"

The worm have a couple chuckles and gave him a smile. "Thoust really thinketh so? Tis just a simple hobby to earnest a few extra darke dollars to spoil myself with."

Jevil chuckled. "Well it certainly seems, seems you made a good profit from it."

Rouxls gave a slightly bigger smile and nodded. "Yes, but if I mayest be so bold to ask. Exactly where art thou taking mineself?"

Jevil's ears perked up and he let out another long stream of giggles Rouxls was so used to hearing by this point, he might as well just use giggling as his own language by this point. A lot of emotion was told through his giggles. Childish glees, amusement, happiness, excitement, and sometimes if he was stressed sadness and a few other feelings. It was really quite impressive to say the least. But he didn't answer the question, wherever they were headed must've at least been exciting to Jevil. Because the fool without so much as a second though wrapped a hand around his arm and began tugging him in a direction off the beaten path. He inctinctively froze at the first touch but the way Jevil pulled was strong enough to force the Duke to follow along whether his body told him otherwise or not, the jello feeling in his legs had mostly gone away but he still stumbled trying to match speed with the floating menace pulling him away from sight. A part of his brain should've been worried about this, but he guessed his curiousity had gotten the best of him. It took those blue eyes a moment to realize that the two were still going down a path, but it looked overgrown with dark grass and Dark candy trees all round them. Clearly no one had come down here in a long, long while. But that didn't seem to change the mood of the flying jester who never stopped tugging him forward. Trees passed and the path was slowly starting to open up ahead of them. The trees parted ways to make a small clearing in the middle of the forest, not too big of a clearing. It looked about the size of one of the Rudinn houses he's seen. And smack dab in the middle of this random clearing was a small tree. Compared to the other trees in the surrounding forests this one was considerably smaller and had a smaller trunk than the others. This one must've been a younger one. Couldn't be older than fifty years at most. He was easily pulled through the black as night grass and up to the small tree than stood proudly in the middle of the night grass. The air smelt heavily of grass and sweet, sweet marshmallow making his head swim slightly. His eyes mezmorized by the calmness of the area but blinked with curiousity back to Jevil.

"W-What is this place?"

They gradually came to a stop under the tree and Rouxls took in the sights of the brightly colored tree in front of them. Jevil giggled letting go of his hand and gesturing a hand to the spot they were standing.

"Lancer's friends, friends told me about this place, place. A vender once sold them an egg, egg once." He reached behind him and out of no where pulled out a flat round circle of some sorts. "Now-" Rouxls blinked and looked at him, making him smile. "How about a little magic, magic?"

Rouxls's curious head tilt was all the ok he needed to go ahead and punch his other hand into the blank circle. It went through and with a 'POP' sound the back popped out into what was reveled to be a top hat, with his hand still inside the hat he reached about elbow deep inside rummaging around a little before his hand quickly pulled back out. A pure white blanket rippled out and Rouxls rose a brow at him. What was Jevil going to do with that? Well, his question was answered when the hat was made to levitate in mid air and he lifted the blanket up and over neatly. It came down and.....completely stopped in mid air. Rouxls had to blinked a few times to actually register what he was seeing. The blanket had stopped in the EMPTY mid air and Jevil was currently soothing the wrinkles out like he was placing a tablecloth upon a table, before turning around casually back to the hat and reaching back in like he did this everyday- Meanwhile, the worm blinked and held his hand out to the floating cloth as if unsure what he should do, after a moment of reluctance he finally placed a firm hand on the blanket...and jumped when he felt a solid surface. He thumped his hand onto the table...Then again, and again. And then bent over lifting the cloth back...And his jaw opened in confused shock she he saw not only the underside of a table, but four neat table legs going all the way down to the ground below. The sound of imp giggles reached his ears and so he looked up only to stare in more shocked wonder at the table. Two plates, silverware, and of all the ckeeky things a golden candle holder. Jevil was in the middle of pulling long white candles out of his hat and placing them into the holders onto the table before he finished and looked at Rouxls with a wide mischevious grin. The worm still stared in dumbfounded wonder at the sudden appearance at the whole set up. "You might want to stand back, back." Before Rouxls could ask what he meant Jevil turned back to the candles, sucking in a breath between his fangs making it sound like a hiss sound. His cheeks slowly puffed out until each looked about as big as his fist. Rouxls rose a brow and opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but Jevil had already opened his mouth...And a sudden bright light spilt from his mouth. A yelp was earned out of him from the sudden stream of warm blistering fire shot out and in the directions of the candles. Jevil could breath FIRE?! When has he been able to do that?! No sooner as it was said and done was there three simple little candles a blaze on the table completing Jevil's little scene. With a smile he turned back to the staring worm and giggled getting his attention back onto him. With a flick of his wrist the hat disappeared and he gave a small bow to his one man audience. "What do you think, think?"

He opened his mouth, but blinked and looked back the display before him. "Tis....a-a remarkable showmanship of magic. *Ahem* I applaud thou's efforts. V-Very well done."

Jevil looked relatively pleased with himself and gestered to one side of the table he had conjured up. "Please have a seat, seat."

"There are nay any-" He shut up the moment he looked over at where he was pointing and saw a chair that clearly wasn't there before. Jevil giggled and he made a small frown, but did hesitantly go over to the small chair and slowly sat down in it. He stared down on it with a weary expression for a few seconds before moving his eyes back towards the still floating Jester. Jevil currently had himself in a crisscrossed sitting position and giving him a weary smile.

"Do you like it, like it?"

"It is...not exactly what I was expecting so early in thine morning-" He gave a small smile to the loon. "But tis a b-better surprise then I thoughtest is wouldst be."

Jevil took that as a compliment and put an almost smug look on his face. "Of course, of course. I knew asking King, King Hearts was bound to be a game changing play, play.~"

This time the duke snickered and rose a brow playfully. Slightly leaning on the table. "Oh. Don't tellest me that THEE Amazing Jevil who couldst doth anything needed some advice on something as simple as breakfast with mineself?"

This time it was Jevil's turn to pause...before coughing and tapping one of his hands on his leg. "Well, well....Sometimes to play the game of hearts one must gather a few game plans, plans from other's who has experienced such things before. We all have different approaches, approaches to achieving the checkmate."

"Oh? And I don't supposeth this grand checkmate tis mine affections tis it?"

"Correct, correct."

Jevil wasn't even trying to be discreet about it. That could be a good thing. At least he wasn't hiding anything, being blunt and forward must've been how he usually do things. It would make sense with his big, loud personality. Seam was the one who seemed the more likely to use trickery as he had unknowingly agreed to go with him to the silly ball, but I digress. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad- No sooner when he thought that a loud rumble came from below and the duke winced undignantly, putting a hand to his stomach. Well, he was certainly a fool for skipping breakfast now wasn't he. The rumble certainly got the attention of the imp because he gave a cheeky grin and his tail wagged behind him.

"Oh? Are we hungry, hungry?"

"M-Mayhaps a bit."

"Hehehe. More shine to dazzle, dazzle any audience!" He giggled before holding his arms out to where they were pressed together and in the middle of the table. Before slowly moving his arms wide like expecting a hug-...What the fucketh?! As he slowly moved his arms, a few portions of food appeared slowly as his arms passed upon the table. When Jevil's arms finally reached the ends of said table, he retreated them back to his sides and giggled at the wide eyed worm again. "You like, like it?~"

"..." With wide eyes he slowly looked back up to him with wonder. "How didst thou-"

He was silenced by Jevil holding up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah. A true magic maker never, never kiss and tells....Maybe a small reward, reward for this would be enough?~"

His purr made a shiver run down the duke's spine for some unknown reason and he destracted himself from Jevil's gaze by looking down at what he happened to summon up.....Wait a second. His eyes blinked down at the food upon Jevil's plate, the familiar star shaped black marshmallow scented candies were all he had on his plate and the duke gave him a questioning look, as if to say, "Are you seriously eating nothing but candy for breakfast?' Jevil chuckled at the duke's obviously disapproving face and casually pointed to his side of the table. Rouxls rolled his eyes and followed the direction of the pointing claw and blinks. The own plate in front of him was filled with the very, VERY unbelievable sight of steaming palace deluctables he hadn't laid eyes upon within the ten grueling days he had been he had been in this excile of the vacation on his existance. OH SWEET LIGHTNER!! The smell! It was heavenly like a river of honey that made his mouth water and he couldn't help but widen his eyes at the sight before him. Jevil raised a hand about to comment on how comical his expression was, but was silenced by the sight of the duke, in a not so very noble upper class way mind you, started digging into the food resented before him with vigor. Black and yellow eyes blinked in shock as he watched the un-Duke-ly sight before him....You'd think Rouxls was starving himself with the way he was contently eating the food placed before him with a pleased hum. ...Well wasn't this a familiar sight, his smile stretched back, he remembered a certain little round prince happily humming and shoveling down food whenever he was given a snack. Like father like son. His giggled must've caught the worm off guard because he froze and stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"Someone, someone likes my cooking, cooking?" He leaned his head in his hand staring at him sideways with a cheeky grin.

Rouxls cleared his throat and immediately straightened up into a proper pose, with a serious face. "W-Well when one has been eating nothing but fat inducing sweets and whatever mediocre substinance Seam selleths within his shoppe for days on end, one would greatly miss thine..." He stopped and stared at the grinning menace, then down to his food and back. "...THOU haseth cooked this??"

His shoulders shrugged without changing his position and with his other hand flicked his hand and a dark candy floated off the plate and up to his face. "I used to help, help my dear mother cook for Queen Heart many, many years ago.~ " He purred with a far away look as if remembering a memory, the candy tossed into his open jaws with a snap. "I may have picked up, up a few things from my times helping, helping. You like it?"

"Tis..d-delightful. Thank thee."

A silence peacefully fell between the two as they stared down to the set up in front of them. Well at least Rouxls did, he felt the beady eyes of the other man studying his every move but decided against engaging. The quicker this finished, the quicker he could be back and ready himself to go back first thing in the morning. Just the sight of his boy excitedly running up to him put a smile on his face. You bet that smile didn't slide past those watchful black and yellow eyes who smiled back at the prospect of pleasing his soulmate. It made his soul thumped with pride. Though this silent staring contest was something he started to find boring, if he could he would stare at the duke all day, but that's not what his interests were at that moment. But the silent pause did give him a good chance to look at Mr. Kaard in a calmer state. The candlelight make his already shiny white hair glimmer, and highlight the pure white lashes blinking downwards, his dark blue skin with the few white specks which he assumed were Rouxls's kind's aquivilant of freckles. Over all he was very pretty. It was easy to see why the sweet talking duke had so many admirers...The thought of anyone else taking him though made a jealous tight feeling come from his throbbing soul but was pushed aside for now. He was trying not to come off as crazy after all. ..But looking at his face, he could still see the few scars that lined his faces- This time his frown was imminate. The shout from earlier came back crossing his mind and he hummed.

The pointed blue ears caught that hum and despite him gut feelings he looked up and paused at the yellow eyes studying him up and down. He had a bad feeling about this. "...W-What?"

"...Nothing, nothing. Just admiring, admiring how delightfully different you look."

A confused brow rose, his mind contanplating whether he should take it as a compliment or not, but settled on an unsure smile. "W-Well of course!" Rouxls sat up proudly and placed a hand to his chest. "Not many are able to matcheth thine likes of mineself.~"

Making Jevil giggle a few time but he went back to a more slightly concerned looking face. The repeat of Kaard's yelling on loop throughout his mind and his other half calculating his enevitable approach to this. His conscious was already crawling up his back, and he had a sneaking suspicion there was something lingering behind that smile the duke always put up in times like this. And the sudden outbursts of yelling was a big give away for that. Well this would definitely throw a monkey wrench into his plans, but luckily he thought of a way to hopefully get to the bottom of everything- Why don't they play just a teeny tiny little numbers game?~

Jevil giggled, his face lighting up as a lightbulb went off in his head. And his head came down to rest ontop of his clasped hands. "You know, you know.~ We never got to finish that game, game you started in my old little freedom.~" The worm stopped halfway through bringing the fork to his mouth and raising a brow to Jevil. A giggle escaped his lips and he proceeded. "It's just a simple numbers, numbers game.~ Nothing too complicated."

The worm slowly put the fork back down onto his plate and gave him a suspicious look. "..And pretail what are thine rules of this 'game' thou speakest of?"

Well that wasn't a no.

His smile got wider and he chuckled yet again. Inspecting the claws on his hands and shrugging casually. "Ever played the game, game truth or dare?" The duke now looked even more suspicious but slowly nodded his head. He had played this ridiculous game with Lancer once or twice when he had (forced him into going) invited him to his sleepovers. The game was utterly ridiculous, but considering whatever Jevil was comparing it too- He grinned and looked at him. "It's like, like that but with no dares."

"So, thou only askeths the truths?"

"Correct, correct." His smile promised nothing but mischief in the worm's eyes. "Ask, ask each other five questions, questions each we shall do. And with each question comes, comes the complete and full honest to lightner truth. ...How about it?~" Rouxls was looking at him as if he had just asked if his face was a mask and to pull it off. Him?! Playing a one sided game of truth and dare with Jevil?! Oh golly gee wizz! How could this go wrong? Jevil must've noticed because he held up a hand assuringly. "I promise, promise I will be as honest and truthful as long as you are, are. And they won't be too, too difficult to answer. Lightner's honor!"

Rouxls still stared blankly at him with a flush look, but after a moment he let out a shaky sigh. Was there anyway around this? Perhaps. He vaguely remembered that the loon promised to respect his boundaries and yet...The promise of getting any information out of this confusing little monkey was honestly very tempting. He could ask what he had planned for this petty soulmate game. He could find out why he insisted they were meant to be?....He could ask how he was taking care of Lancer. That last one perked his interest entirely. The wide eyed realization on his face making Jevil smile wider almost to his ears. But soon enough a professional 'Ahem' came from the Duke and he stared at him with a stern business meeting face.

"Jevil. I willst accept thine uh-...'game', but on thine condition. Thou willst not asketh me any question that art of no concern to thou. If thou knowest what I meaneth."

He giggled. "Agreed, agreed. Shall I go first?" The duke nodded professionally and gestured to him the go ahead. OH! This made his tail wag faster in undeniable fashion. OH! The possibilities of what he could ask! But he had to remember to keep composure. Wouldn't want to scare him after all. He already had one question he had on his mind for a while. "Why does the little, little King refer to you as his sire?"

The worm blinked, completely thrown off at the question. He was fully expecting something childish but- "What?"

"You can't deny my curiousity, curiousity. It's quite obvious you two are not blood, blood related," he said while motioning his hand to him as if to point out their clearly different features. "Yet he looks at and speaks of you like you were. Adoption, adoption like Mak and Seam you are?"

The duke's eyes fell back down to the plate and if Jevil wasn't mistaken, a hint of sadness fell upon those mitch-matched eyes of his. "I-....I madest a p-promise to someone I...c-c-cared about to looketh after him. A long...longeth time ago."

A small silence fell on the two, and it accured to Jevil that that was the most he was going to get out of that question as the duke picked away at the obviously suddenly interesting food. Ok. Maybe a bad question to start out with but he had to-...How did Lancer say it?- roll with the punches? Was that it? Strange expressions.

"I believe, believe one turn earns another."

"Hmm?......OH! R-Righteth. Um..." Blue fingers tapped on the table as the question of what he desperately wanted to know. "What of Lancer? Didst thou follow all thine rules I gaveth thee?" His eyes narrowed at the floating loon.

Jevil sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. Make sure he ate healthy, read him a bedtime story every night, make sure, sure the pawns-...servants, servants cleaned his room." He examined his claws and glanced at the slight scowl Rouxls was giving him and sighed with another eye roll. "Baths. Totors, totors. Playtime. And of course, course no where near the dungeon." He gave him a smile. "But of course he's been handling, handling any king duties with help from the other Kings. Have more faith in me, me."

Rouxls hummed and still gave him a suspicious look but relaxed back just a tiny bit. "We shall see upon mine return tomorrow."

"Correct, correct." He smirked. "And that counted as two questions.~"

"WHAT?!" The worm's famous annoyance flared across his face but it did little to nothing to intimidate the floating loon who just giggled. "That nay counts!!"

"Ah, ah, ah.~" The same finger came up to wag at him. "Now, now. We agreed to five, five questions each, each. You never said you or me could ask more than one, one in a row. You only laid one rule and one rule I have followed indeed."

Rouxls growled and mumbled under his breath but let his shoulders slump defeated and said, "FINE!! But thou couldst best considerate and doth the same with thine next pair."

He giggled turning to lay on his side in mid air. "Fair enough. Fair enough. And after my two that will make us both, both just an equal two of hearts to go.~" He ended that sentence with a wink and Rouxls gave an embarrased mumble at that. But seriously back on the topic the gremlin hummed and tapped his fingers against each other. What infinate details of the duke would he want to know most in the world right now? He had quite a few, the scars being one. But he wanted to calm down that anoyance from earlier. So why not a realatively normal and safe one? Or two. Turning back to Rouxls, he asked, "What do you like, like about myself if anything at all? Or Seam for that matter?"

Another silence fell upon the two from that question. Rouxls stared and blinked at the ever patiently waiting Jevil, his brain trying to process the questions just asked to him. He wanted to hear what? Praise from him? Did he want to point out all the good details, the few he even saw, and tell them to him. His soul gave a giant leap at the idea and it seemed his mind flooded with the sudden thought of 'Hey! This is a good idea!' no matter how much his rational brain told him otherwise. Here we go again.

But no matter what happens he would stay professional. So he shrugged calmly. "What tis there to really say about? Thou art very troublesome there's that," He looked back to his food to avoid the small frown slowly appear on Jevil's face. "Thou art also very clingy, bothersome...but very determined." Jevil blinked as the duke's expression became thoughtful. And he...chuckled. "Thou art worse than Lancer. Once a thought appears thou nay stop til thine job is done. And making so many things appear-.." His fingers drummed against the surface of the table again as if not quite beleiving it was still there. "..Tis fascinatinge. I amst impressed with thine magical capabilities thou has demonstrated. And Seam haseth his own magically surprises. He tis very calmeth and can holdest a decent conversation, very good from thine castle staff." He chuckled a memory going back to that awkward small hug just a few days ago. "And I meant what I said. Thou art a funny little man."

He chuckled at the mischieve making Lancer would usually do around the castle and- OH! Oh, no. He certainly hoped Jevil's bad influence hadn't rubbed off on him too much, then he would have a real problem on his hands. Chuckling his eyes glazed back up to Jevil and blinked. The imp was almost limply sitting in the middle of the air, silently staring at him. His eyes wide, his ears drooping, and a light purple flush dusting across his cheeks. For a moment the worm thought he had upset the gremlin, and a small feeling of gult throbbed from somewhere within his body. Until a small sniff came from him and he went into full blown panic that he had made Jevil cry-

"T-That's..That's the most..*sniff* nicest t-thing you have ever, ever said about m-me." A shaky smile came over his features and if it weren't for the table between them he would've lunge at him in happiness now.

Rouxls held out a hand hesitantly. "A-Art thou ok?"

"Y-Yeah..Im fine, fine." With a flick of his wrist a tissue appeared and he blew his non-existant nose into it. "My, my world is just revolving with my heart."

Rouxls chuckled and smiled at the sweet sight before him. It was honestly kinda sweet. Oh! He was forgetting something. "Mayhaps I couldst casheth in another ask in our 'game'?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

"Why is it thou speakest in double tongue?" Jevil blinked confused behind wiping his face. "Why doth thou repeat words?"

Jevil shrugged. "I know not. I have done it, done it for as long as I could remember, remember. A habit I shall keep I suppose."

Well that was probably the most straight forward answer he had gotten such far. He wondered how many more he would receive. A part of him wondered how many of the answers were actual truth and if he was actually being truthful at all, but for some reason he felt as if it was truth somehow.

"Why do YOU speak, speak the way you do?" Rouxls blinked at him. "It's only fair I ask about your own, own strange way of speaking."

Rouxls...looked back to his plate for a moment. "....Tis h-how mine family used to speakest. T-They wereth very...tradional of olde ways. I guesseth olde habits nay die hard." Jevil could sense a hint of sandess within his words but didn't have a chance to linger on the thought when Rouxls's eyes looked back to him with interest. At the mention of family it sparked some kind of curiousity, as he remembered he had never seen any other person like Jevil and beleive me. Being the royal advisor for over a hundred years attending royal meetings with other kingdoms, and meeting many, many different darkner people he had seen the oddest people on this plain of existance. But he had never seen someone like jevil. Literal spring neck, constant flow of powerful magic obviously considering how often he can just float in mid air, and other strange features were something he hasn't ever seen before. How was he even eating- Perhaps he hailed from a different dark of the Dark World? And before he stop himself the words tumbled out. "What art thou?"...Jevil tilted his head obviously confused at what he meant and Rouxls cleared his throat. "I-I mean. Thine species. I shan't remember ever seeing anyone like thou before."

Jevil paused, but smiled taking his exotic looks as another compliment and flattered the duke would take notice of such. And so a string of giggles came out and he leaned forward with a purr. "Very wise observation, observation, Dear Duke.~" He then shrugged. "To stay honest with our game, game I haven't the faintest close of most that make up my lineage, lineage. But I do remember my dear mother having the same spring, spring in her step as I and my sire, sire was of the Joker lines."

Rouxls stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before blinking. "Art thou saying that thou tis a mix of other Darkners?"

"Yes, yes. Very spot on, spot on!"

Well...This certainly explained things. Darkners of mixed lines were certainly of no rarity but he never suspected Jevil to be one of them. With the power he had demonstrated he was sure he was at least of Tarot Kaard decent, but maybe he still was. He did say he was of Joker Kaard decent, well no matter. That cleared up a lot of his confusion and curiousity at least.

"But that was six questions, questions in total, total!" More excited giggles. "You're all out now. But I have one, one left to ask of you."

Rouxls sighed and shook his head. One more question and one more silly answer to give. But he could bare it. He made a gesture for Jevil to go ahead and finish this silly thing once and for all.....But silence stared it. Those Yellow and black eyes glazed over his face and the toothy smile upon his face slowly disappeared the more he stared. Kaard stared back blinking and his brow raising the longer Jevil stared. By now the only sound was the leaves of the leave above and around them as the wind gently pushed through them. It was quiet....Too quiet. Very unlike Jevil. The pit in his stomach from before started to creep back in now-

"Rouxls, rouxls." The sound of his voice made him jump, and the sheer tone of dead seriousness dripping from it was suprising. Jevil was staring at him with a calm, serious look before letting out a long sigh. "How did you receive those markings?"

He suddenly felt like he was falling. Oh no he hoped he didn't faint again. The only that might've kept him up was the sheer shock of the question asked or maybe the sheer serious no nonsesne face on the happy go lucky jester. His soul thumped hard against his chest and his eyes quickly fell back to the table to avoid eye contact from the stare from the other man. Jevil just stared silently, as if one had all eternity to wait for this silent haired man.

".....T-That tis n-no concern to thou." He finally forced out.

"Corection, correction! We agreed nothing that didn't concern, concern either of us. But I think this does, does." His head lowered turning sideways. "You already answered that question partically earlier, earlier though. Did you not?" Rouxls's ears drooping was all the answer he needed. "...Is that why you are so against this. this?" One of his hands gestured to the table and everything on it.

Rouxls still remained silent. Eyes still staring blankly on the table- "Tis was of mine own foolish young feelings." Jevil blinked when he finally stared up to him a frown on his face. "Tis...my own fault. I f-foolishly....Foolishly thought that it wouldst be-...That she wouldst...The...Q-Q-Queen..."

His teeth gritted together and his hands clenched up! A lot of things hit him at once, anger, regret, sorrow. He could write a whole sonata of things. His eyes once again stared blankly again and his visio blurred. His soul radiated sadness and he wasn't the only one who sensed it. He didn't see the wave of clawed hands, or notice the dim lighting from no more candles, or the fact that the smell of any foof beyond the candy on the trees were gone, or that everything on the table minus the cloth had suddenly disappeared. What he did notice, was the gripping of his hand, which he jumped at, his rapidly blinking eyes clearing up enough to catch the sight of slightly smaller hands grabbing his. And looking up into the silent face of the the small loon.

Tis funny how one's face could give off thoughts without saying anything at all. It read "I know now. I know exactly what happened." Which made him internally wince. But at the same time it read, "I know exactly how you feel."

"...Im sorry, sorry for your loss. I felt empty, empty too when I made, made the mistake of cheating life's game and thrown into my small freedom, freedom. ....I put Seam, Seam into a difficult situation of choosing moves and he made the right one...one." His voice was almost hollow with sadness despite the small smile he tried to put on for him. ".....I lost, lost my oldest friend."

"But...t-thou art still friends now, and all is forgiven. A-Arn't thou?"

He gave a small chuckle. "Heh. Yes, yes. But only because Seam is a forgiving, forgiving soul. Im very fortunately he decided to do so, so."

Another small pause, but Jevil blinked and looked down when he felt the blue hand squeezing him back, then looked up to Rouxls in surprise question. Rouxls gave him a ...small smile of his own.

"Mayhaps....we art more alike than I thought. Jevil, thou art a o-oddity I shan't ever understand fully...but t-thou art a kind and ...perhaps I darsay misunderstood man...And I thank thee f-fully for that."

He stared at the worm in front of him, this silly silly worm with the beautifully glowing hair and the cute small gap between his teeth in his small smile. And the cool water balloon like skin gripping his own at this very sweet moment. If he was watching this game as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally arguing over this less than five days ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not Seam. Not adorable little Lancer. Not the game or the threat of Seam winning even in the slightest. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the leaves and driving the intoxicating sweet marshamllow scent around them more. And blowling some of that pretty hair into his face, which he immediately reached to pull away and Rouxls made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

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The sheap was peaceful today. No customers had come in today and he was good and content to just relax in his favorite armchair in the back room and lazily watch the fire. Cup of warm catnip tea in his paws. Beside him the small child laid on their stomach drawing with some strange objects called crayons or the like, he once took a peek over to see what they were drawing and smiled upon seeing a funny looking purple man who may or may not have looked familiar to someone they both knew, surrounded by attacks of every suit and wearing what looked like a crown made of spoons. ...Or maybe that was just because his one eye vision wasn't the best. He chuckled and went back to watching the fire in front of them. It warm glow made his cotton fuzzy and he sunk back down into the chair more-

The clear sound of the sheap's flap opening and closing made him blink and sit back up. Oh? A customer perhaps? When he turned his head he caught sight of a floating imp he knew all too well and he smiled.

"Well, well. Back so soon?..Or I guess not. It has been almost seven hours by now Old friend."

The child excitedly bounced up catching sight of the jester dad and spilt the drawing tools in their hurry to bounce up to him and excitedly shove the picture into his face. "For you!"

The jester paused looking at the paper, before taking it with a smile and giving the child a couple patts on the head. Which they laughed at and ran off to a different corner of the room to do whatever they usually did, Jevil smiled watching them go before looking back to the picture with a smile....Then it slowly dripped to a frown. Seam caught wind of that and gave a hum. He wasn't looking so happy. Maybe the little plan didn't end in victory like he wanted? The imp looked into the prying eyes of the cat and floated towards him, still holding the paper.

"I take it the little outting was not a pleasant one?"

Jevil shook his head. "On the contrary, contrary. It was quite breathtaking."

"Then why the long my friend. Did the duke not return what you were hoping for?"

Jevil gave him a serious look which he hummed at. Must've been something really important to get that look in his eyes. "We need to discuss, discuss something of upmost importance this instant."

"Enlighten me, friend. Im all ears."

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Chapter 8 - She sings for her brothers

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Chapter 7

Thorin pathed up and down in front of the large, closed door. He could hear her familiar giggling from inside. It filled him with warmth, but at the same time, cold fear made him freeze when he thought of the possibility of losing this sound.

There were two other, deeper voices coming through the door, but due to the thick wood, he wasn’t able to identify them. He guessed that it was Fili and Kili. His sister-sons had taken quite the liking to his hobbit.

“Uncle, what are you doing here?” asked a familiar voice from behind him.

“We thought you had an important meeting with the elf and the wizard?” Kili continued his older brother's questioning.

“It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, continuing his pacing.

Abruptly, he stopped in his tracks, almost causing his nephews to run into him.

“If you are out here with me, who is it then in there with her?” he stared at the two princes, panic slightly creeping up his spine.

He knew that Oin had left her quite some time ago to gather some herbs from the tree-shaggers garden. Dwalin had proceeded with organizing their camp as they didn’t feel safe staying in separate chambers. Bombur was gone to plunder the kitchens, taking Bifur and Bofur with him. Ori was somewhere in the vast gardens, drawing and gathering flowers for the burglar. Nori was being scolded by his older brother, while Gloin took a nap.

So, who in Mahal's name was in her room? Who dared to laugh and giggle so comfortably with his hobbit?!

Furiously, he stormed inside the room, without even knocking! The door crashed against the wall and all the laughter suddenly stopped. Three pairs of eyes rested on him.

His gaze was instantly drawn to her beautiful eyes, but he warned himself not to lose his composure. Instead of drowning in her eyes, he averted his look to critically inspect the other two.

Two identical elves sat on each side of her bed. Twins, he concluded. They didn’t look as if they were threatening her in any way, still, why would they even be here? What was it that they might want from his burglar?

It was wonderful to see Elladan and Elrohir again. She had missed the twin-sons of Lord Elrond greatly. They had always managed to cheer her up with their mischiefs and the pranks they pulled.

First, she had been surprised to find them in the infirmary, but shortly after she understood that neither of them was ill or injured. They just were here to ‘acquire’ some bandages and mild sleeping pills. Most likely for another one of their mischiefs.

During the first half of an hour, she had been nothing more than a sobbing mess. The brothers did their best to cheer her up by telling her about their best pranks. It was so good to see them again, to talk with them.

They had just finished telling her the story about how they had hidden some really old eggs all over the library, waiting for Lindir to find all of them. Because of the wonderful reaction of his, they had decided to reenact this ‘event’ every year from then on.

Her ribs only stung every now and then when she inhaled too deep and even laughing brought no other discomfort than a light stabbing pain. The healers of Imladris were really the best ones around. They had managed to mend her broken ribs, stabilized her twisted ankle, and even relocated her shoulder so it didn’t hurt all too much anymore. She felt cleaner than throughout the whole journey and the white dress they had organized for her in a hurry was very comfortable. The pain remained in her body but was not as obvious as before.

She had tried to convince the twins to let her leave the infirmary and join the others, but they had managed to keep her there, telling her stories of the past and letting her in on their pranks. She knew some of their stories, but to hear them from themselves was better than all she could have wished for at the moment.

She giggled at their tale about how they had put glue on Thranduil's crown when he visited ages ago. Gesturing to lean in a bit she wrapped her arms around both of their necks, pulling them closer and placing a big kiss on each of their cheeks. She had missed them dearly.

Thorin chose this exact moment to barge in, slamming the door against the wall, making one of the framed pictures fall onto the ground. Under his glare, she shrunk a bit, but corrected herself immediately by straightening her back. She had done nothing wrong!

Behind the fuming king appeared his nephews, Fili and Kili. They only popped their heads into the room, eying the twin elves with suspicion and curiosity. With wide eyes they watched their fuming uncle and leader. Bella feared the moment when both brother pairs realized what they had in common. Their mischiefs.

“Tho- Master Oakenshield, what are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with Lord Elrond to decipher your map,” she tilted her head in confusion.

Did he just growl at the twins?! He did, she realized when she looked at the panicked expressions on Kilis and Filis faces.

“I believe nobody had introduced you to each other? Elladan and Elrohir meet Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of this company,” she smiled at the two elves and ruffled Elladan’s hair.

Another deeper growl came from the direction of the dwarven king. Bella's hand stopped moving and her eyes wandered towards the dwarf. Thorin was standing in the open door like a wild warg that had finally gone mad. His eyes hard and cold, his lips pressed together in a firm line. One hand resting on the sword, the other clenched in a fist.

“What do you think you are doing?” he barked at Bella, his frosty gaze still resting on the twins.

She knew the tone in his voice all too well. The last time she heard it, he had almost thrown her off the walls of Erebor, marking her a traitor and banishing her from his lands.

Bella flinched at his harsh voice and the memory connected with it. Her ribs ached and breathing suddenly became so much harder. In her mind, she could see the faraway ground under her dangling feet all too well. Felt his hand around her neck, and the cold wind in her hair.

She stared at him, her eyes wide, in pain, panicked. Separating her hands from the twins and hugging herself tightly, ignoring the explosive waves of hot pain in her shoulder and ribcage.

“Is there something you wanted from me? I believe you have somewhere to be. As you can see, I am in good company,” she told him, her voice cold and her eyes flickering.

Elrohir closed in on her. His large hands gently untangled two of her curls. He had taken a liking to the hobbit lass, as did his brother. Elladan tensed seeing the pain in her eyes. He could see the discomfort in Bella's face. Something was not right and the cause was the rude dwarf in the medical wing.

There was more to this conversation than what meets the eye. That, both brothers were sure of. In silence, they swore to get to the bottom of this. A nod sealed their pact.

“I think you should go, father is surely waiting for you already,” Elladan advised the king with a sharp subtone.

“We will gladly escort you there,” Elrohir offered, standing up from the bed and stepping between Thorin and Bella.

“Very well then, burglar. Stay with your precious tree-shaggers. You had no place amongst us from the start.”

His glare was cold as ice, but still burning as hot as dragon fire on her skin. Those words were spoken in anger, Bella knew that. She still flinched and turned away to hide the tears rolling down her face.

Thorin said nothing more as he left the room together with the twins. He didn’t need to. The damage was done and the wound deep enough. He didn’t look back either.

Fili looked at his brother. They had witnessed the whole thing and were not sure if now would be a good time to give her their craft. Still, now was better than never.

“Uncle Thorin did something stupid, didn’t he?” Kili asks as if to complete Fili’s thoughts.

Sighing, he nodded. Of course Thorin would. They all saw it. Bella was special to him. He valued her, her talents, and her advice as much as her company. Thorin's eyes would find her whenever he thought nobody was watching. When she laughed, his mood would lighten and when she was tired he would order them all to rest, even if it was in the middle of nowhere.

Fili had never seen his uncle acting this way towards anyone other than his family. He couldn’t help but wonder what his mother would say about this whole situation. In his mind, a plan was beginning to form. They would have to write to their mother soon anyway. Why not ask her for advice at the same time? He smiled at Kili, his brother would quite like this idea too.

Kili nodded, interpreting the smile wrongly and stepped out of the shadows in the hall and into Bella's room.

The hobbit seemed even smaller than before. The way she sat there, silently sobbing and trying her best to wipe away her tears that constantly flowed from her eyes. She looked frail and tired, and somehow very old.

He cleared his throat a bit louder than necessary. Bella jumped at the sudden sound and hastily turned around. her eyes were red and swollen and her face looked so sad that Fili flinched back. Kili reacted in exactly the same way.

“Ah, well. I am sorry,” Fili started, awkwardly scratching his neck, “Uncle was never really good with words, especially not if he cared for a person.”

Kili stared at the ground, his hands fiddling on the button of the pocket that contained their gift. His determination suddenly dwindled. Maybe she didn’t want to have anything to do with any of the dwarrows ever again. What if she didn’t accept? Or worse, she really would stay with the elves of the last homely house. She did look like she liked those twins quite a lot. More than him and Fili? Surely not.

“May we sit next to you?” he asked instead of voicing all those questions swarming his head.

Bella nodded at the brothers. She was happy that at least they wouldn’t turn away from her, now that Thorin seemed to react even fiercer than in her previous life. His reaction had somehow caught her off guard and hurt all the more.

Her eyes still felt swollen and her vision was still blurry from all the tears. She sat herself upright once more, her back against the wooden head of the bed. Kili climbed first onto the large bed, followed by his brother shortly after. With Fili on her left and Kili on her right side, she relaxed a bit. They gave her a sense of comfort and safety.

“Mistress Baggins,” Fili started again, “ I, we have something for you,” he stopped, shyly looking through the window.

“It is not much, but it was crafted by our own hands,” Kili hurried to help his brother.

Looking down, Bella could spot a pair of silver bells resting in the palm of the dark haired prince. A gasp escaped her and she clutched her hands over her mouth. Tears started flowing once again, this time out of joy and not because of pain or sorrow.

A warm, tingly feeling blossomed in her chest and pulsed through her whole body with each excited thump of her heart. It was a feeling long forgotten. Her hands trembled as she reached out. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t hide the shaky smile any longer and her eyes darted back and forth between the brothers.

Fili still stared out the window, his hands buried in his pockets, while Kili eyed her with a goofy grin, bringing their present a bit nearer to her fingers. Aside from her own fast breath, the princes didn’t seem to breathe at all.

Careful, as if the hairpin was made out of glass, Balla picked it up and held the bells up towards a ray of sunlight shining through the trees outside the window. The golden light made the tiny pair of bells gleam and glitter. They looked even prettier than she remembered. With her fingers the hobbit caressed the engraved runes and moved across the elegant hairpin. A dwarven craft indeed. She couldn’t even see how they had fastened the bells onto the pin. The engraved runes looked so natural on those bells, as if they had been always there, hidden.

Their gleam and soft ring made her heart painfully tighten. Suddenly the bright colours of her surroundings dimmed and her fingers felt cold. These bells had found their way back to her. Maybe, just maybe he would too.

Before, one bell had hung next to her ear while the other gleamed in the raven-black hair of a certain someone. In perfect harmony with the silver strains of hair and beads. Bellas face heated up as she remembered seeing him back in the Shire, without the bell adorning his dark mane. It had changed something deep inside her.

Her heart still fluttered whenever he was near, whenever he looked at her with those unbelievably blue eyes. Each time she had to stop herself from touching his arm or hand even if just briefly.

When she poked at his chest, in Bree, when she touched his arm, and when she felt the brief touch as she freed him from the sack the trolls had put him in. It all felt right and made her soul hum in excitement. Still, it was wrong.

Subconsciously, her fingers brushed over her lips ever so slightly. Get yourself together, Bella, she scolded herself.

Pressing the gift against her chest, she took a few moments to gather herself, dry the tears and find the right words. Her heart felt lighter and the anxiety which weighed her down suddenly disappeared.

“I love it,” she simply said.

There were no words to describe her feelings better. Joy and happiness flooded her like a good wine. Relief made her head spin and the world brightened up. Fili exhaled a deep sigh. A wide grin on his lips. Smiling, he looked so much younger and more like Kili. They both were so young.

Kili hugged her in excitement, resulting in her bumping against the older of the pair. Both started laughing. Bella relaxed, her head cleared and finally she felt at ease. They would not leave her behind here. Like always these chaotic princes, her brothers now, managed to shoo away all bad feelings and dark thoughts.

“Fili, would you do my hair for me?” Bella said, lifting her head from his shoulder.

Kili sat up in an instant. His hair even messier than before, eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, gaping at the both of them. Fili had a similar expression. Well, a bit more royal or kingly or so to say.

“It would be my pleasure, namad,” the blond-haired prince grinned triumphantly at his brother, while Kili grumbled something under his breath.

Bella patted the empty spot next to her. Once Kili had made himself comfortable, she gently started to untangle his strands. Curled up next to her, he looked even younger, vulnerable. Her heart ached, remembering how still he had laid there on the cold stone of Erebor. But here, in the soft warm bed he was safe, alive and definitely breathing as his rising chest proved.

Nimble fingers parted her hair, braided the sections back together and finally brought them all together at the back of her head. The pin held her up and the small silver bells jingled happily with every motion of hers.

With a smile, she gestured at Fili to take place on her other side. Just like his brother, he curled up by her side, his head on her lap. Her hand wandered to her own hair, carefully feeling the artwork Fili had managed to make her wild curls into, before she started caressing the blond and brown hair of her brothers.

Taking a deep breath she starts to sing:

Did you hear from the tale,

Of a land with no name?

Where the earth is still singing,

And the birds flying free?

Did you hear from the eldest,

Of a land with no name?

Where they all come together,

Once a year to celebrate.

Did you hear the winds whisper,

Of a land with no name?

Where the sky seems so near,

Every dream can be reached.

Did you see the smokes pictures,

Of a land with no name?

Where the sky touches the earth,

And the lands smiling still?

Did you hear them all calling,

From a land with no name?

Where we all come together,

Where we all are the same.

As soon as their breaths had deepened and they had completely fallen asleep, Bella carefully tucked them in with blankets and gave each of them a kiss on the head. Brushing again over the braids she had put in their hair.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I had known you all along?” once again she climbed down the bed with a heavy heart.

In the shadows of the hallway, a three-pointed hairstyle vanished just as her feet touched the ground. Unnoticed, the one who heard each of the hobbits' words disappeared to think over the newly gathered information on their mysterious burglar.

Fili and Kili needed the rest more than her. The bells jingled happily as she hopped down the bed. Kili grunted and turned towards his brother. Bella froze on the spot. He wouldn’t wake, would he?

The sun had set some time ago. Now the only things illuminating the halls were the candles on the walls. She didn’t need the lights either way. These halls were as familiar as the tunnels of her smial in Shire.

Here, there lay so many memories. Warm summers, when she explored the gardens and the forest with the twins. Long evenings she spent reading with Lindir. Visits from Gandalf and Lady Galadriel. Wine tasting with Lord Elrond whenever Thranduil visited.

Cold winters with a lot of crying and remorse, while every spring brought a new beginning. Each year in fall she would take a small trip to the surrounding forest and all the way to Shire. In the dead of night she would make her way to the oak tree she had planted all those years ago, greet him, tell him of her pain and sorrow, and share her joyous moments and happy memories with her trusted companion.

“Mistress Baggins?” a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

The song is my own, so I ask of you please do not copy or use it. Thank you!

Chapter 9 - coming soon

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