#I won’t be closing my inbox because I am still accepting whatever else you might want to talk about but not dreams please!

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One time I had a dream where I could go to a really weird space simulation except it was contained within an actual void. I kept messing around with the planets because they were to scale, by picking them up and tossing them in weird places. Some of them were really heavy, like lead. I Iied down on the platform preventing me from falling into the void, tossing trash into Earth's orbit, but the planets kept moving away, and the trash kept falling. I went on Discord (in the dream) and asked "is it weird that l'm pissed at Earth's orbit" and a lot of people in the server said "no". Then I asked what was underneath the platform, and my friend replied "EOR" with a Wikipedia article attached titled "Extension of Reality". I peeked underneath the platform and everything turned blinding white with a deafeningly loud buzzing noise and I got stuck there. I said the word "space" and "Space" in Times New Roman popped up in my vision and it was the only thing I could see. Then I said "what the fuck" and "What the fuck" in the same font popped up and then I woke up

There is elements of both the Vast and the Spiral to this one.

[weenwrites]

Hello, I’m Ween, I write fanfiction! Please read my rules underneath the cut before sending in a request! If you’re interested in a matchup, the rules for those are on a different page.

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With that in mind, please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask me in a DM first!

Requests: OPEN Matchups: CLOSED Inbox: 50-ish requests

Rules

Things To Keep In Mind

(These are also part of the rules, please do not just skim or skip over them.)

1. You aren’t paying me to write this for you.

I am just doing this as a hobby and you are simply sending in a request and asking me to write this for free. I am not guaranteed to complete or even do your request even if you send it in and follow my rules. The least you could do is make it easier for me to write for you is by following my rules and sending in a detailed request.

If I do not reply to your ask, I am either busy with something else, working on it, or it did not come through, so please don’t send me asks about when I’ll get it done. You can ask if I’ve received it though.

TLDR: I’m writing whatever you want for free. Writing is hard, it takes up a lot of my time. Be patient and please follow my rules.

2. I DO NOT WRITE FOR GENDERED READERS

The reason I had to put that up in all capslock is because many people still disregard this when sending in requests.

I do not write gendered readers/inserts /(i.e. male/female readers/inserts) because I generally write in second-person-pov which doesn’t use gendered pronouns for the reader/insert, only for the character. However in scenarios—where I write in third-person-pov—I will always default to using they/them pronouns regardless of what you ask for.

The reason why I don’t write gendered readers/inserts is because I want my writing to be inclusive. A majority of x reader fanfiction I’ve seen on the internet typically features female or femme inserts, and for the people like me who do not identify as female and want to imagine themselves in the place of the reader insert, this can break the immersion (or in my case it makes me feel dysphoric and uncomfortable). I feel the same can happen for people who read fics with a male or masc insert, so that’s why I don’t write male inserts either.

You could also use a browser extension like InteractiveFics (if you use firefox) if you want to change the name and pronouns on a fic.

TLDR: I don’t write gendered readers because I want my writing to be inclusive. If you ask for a femme reader or a gendered reader, I will write the fic in the third person rather than the usual second person.

3. Specify what you want in your request.

Human or cybertronian reader? Or is the reader something else completely? S/O or friend? Or is the reader a stranger to the character? Headcanons or scenarios? What characters would you like me to write for? If you want me to write for transformers, what continuity do you want me to write for?

Or if you send in a request about someone who has superpowers, and you’re using a character from a different media as reference, and you don’t tell me anything about said character, I’m not going to do any research on that character, and you might not get a lot if I don’t know anything about that media you’re referencing. Having to do research for every single ask would take up a lot of time, so I would appreciate it if you told me more about the reader insert, their powers, what they’re like, etc.. so you can give me more to work with.

Unless you’re sending in a request about something like mental illness, disease, disability, etc., then I won’t do any research about it.

TLDR: Please be very specific in requests. Don’t be afraid to write a whole paragraph detailing what you want, because chances are that you’ll give me more to work with. Leaving things vague does not help me. I will research mental illness, disease, and disability if your request includes that, but I won’t do research on anything else you mention if you don’t explain it in your request.

4. I have a character request limit.

I only write headcanons for 3 characters. I will only write scenarios for 1 character. If you surpass my limit, I’ll most likely just choose one character.

Need Help With Writing Your Request?

If you’re not sure what to include in your request, here are some questions you can think about to help write your request:

What Continuity?:

Do you want headcanons or a scenario?:

What Characters? (No more than 3 for headcanons, 1 for a scenario):

Human, Non-human, or cybertronian reader?:

What is the reader insert’s relation to the character?: (e.g. friend, s/o, enemy, etc..)

Please include a brief description on how you want the reader insert to act:

What is the plot/premise of the request?:

And if you don’t know how to fill it out or answer them, here’s an example:

What Continuity?: RID 2001

Do you want headcanons or a scenario?: Headcanons

What Characters? (No more than 3 for headcanons, 1 for a scenario): Skybyte

Human, Non-human, or cybertronian reader?: Human reader

What is the reader insert’s relation to the character?: They’re a close friend who has a crush on him.

Please include a brief description on how you want the reader insert to act: They’re talkative with him and they joke around with him, but they’re anxious about confessing their feelings to him.

What is the plot/premise of the request?: Skybyte and Y/N confess their feelings while they’re hanging out.

And so you would fill out the request as follows:

Hi can you write headcanons for RID 2001 Skybyte with a human reader? The human reader is a close friend who has a crush on him and they’re very friendly and talkative to him, but they’re nervous to confess their feelings. Skybyte is also nervous, but while they’re hanging out, they confess to eachother.

Fandoms & Characters I’ll Write For

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT ON THIS LIST

Transformers: Prime

Any of the Autobots ( Except for the humans. That means you cannot send in a request about any of the humans. i.e. Raf, Jack, and Miko turning Cybertronian etc. etc. ) Any of the Decepticons ( Encase anyone is wondering, yes. This does include Predaking and the other predacons. )

Tranformers Armada/Energon/Cybertron ( Unicron Trilogy Series )

Any of the Autobots Any of the Decepticons

Robots in Disguise 2001

( I’ve only watched the English dub, and for those who don’t know, the characters in the Japanese dub act different in the English dub. In the English dub, the dialogue and some of the characters had to be re-written to appeal to an American audience. )

Any of the Autobots Any of the Decepticons Any of the Predacons

Transformers Earthspark

Any of the Autobots Any of the Decepticons Any of the Terrans ( Platonic only )

What I WILL write

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Minor Injury ( i.e scrapes, cuts, broken bones, no graphic descriptions of gore )

Dark Themes ( Suicide, Self Harm, Depression, Abuse. I’ll tag it with trigger warnings i.e #suicide, #suicide tw, #self harm, #self harm tw, etc ) 

Platonic Relationships

Queerplatonic Relationships

Romantic Relationships

Parental/Mentor-Student Relationships (Nothing related to/implying sparklings though)

LGBTQ+

Polyamorous Relationships ( Counts as one character slot )

What I WON’T write

NSFW

Pregnancy

Major Gore

Yandere

Politics

Homophobia (The Character being homophobic)

Racism (The Character being racist)

Pedophilia

Stalking

Crossovers (!)

Character x Character

Transformers Sparklings

Humans are cute AU

(!) Requests that ask for a reader that’s similar to a canon character from another show will count as a crossover. However some crossovers are acceptable.

Here is an example using a request I’ve received that breaks my rules, and why I would have to decline it:

“can you make TFP x Reader who has a WandaVision situation, like all of her family had died and grew distance from Team Prime and in a mental breakdown, she has Scarlet Witch powers and accidently created an alternate reality bubble where her family is "alive" in Jasper Nevada and never wanted to leave ? (either the kids are in there or not, like the hostages mind-controlled on the show if you want to write this part) and outside of hex creation, Team Prime are trying to find a way to help her to get out of her fantasy delusion.”

1. The reader is very similar to Wanda. They have her powers, and the premise of the request seems similar to the plot of the movie Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.

I’ve never watched WandaVision, but then again they’re saying that the reader is in a similar if not the same predicament that Wanda is in. So in my opinion, they’re asking me to write Wanda in a way.

However, if you were to only use Wanda as a point of reference for the reader’s powers and nothing else (e.g. backstory, etc..), that would be fine and acceptable as long as you aren’t asking to put them in the same predicament.

An example of an “acceptable” crossover would be the following ask:

“TFP Optimus Prime, Bumbleee, and Shockwave with a human S/O who just casually mentions they've been to the Backrooms? Like they would always/sometimes mentions their past dangerous 'adventures' through countless Levels of the Backrooms, and would refuse to elaborate further (for fun, of course. The human would tell stories regardless) and the human is so deadpan/casual about it.“

This is a crossover because it features aspects from another media and the anon is asking me to have characters from TFP react to this, yet I’m perfectly fine with writing something like this. The reason it’s acceptable is because the Backrooms is a place, not a person. I find it more difficult to write about characters or concepts that I’m not well familiar with, but this simpler and easier for me to write.

TLDR: If you’re asking me to write a crossover for a character that isn’t from the media you’re requesting, I won’t do it. However, if it’s a concept, a place, or a thing that isn’t from the media you’re requesting, I may or may not do it.

Then again, if you aren’t sure if your ask counts as a crossover or not, just send it in and ask!

                                            Thanks for reading

[lesbian-vmin]

Ask Roundup #1 - Vmin

Hey, guys! I promised to be here at least once this weekend and answer some asks. As I’ve been terribly busy with work, a lot has built up in the in box. With over 200 asks to get to, I decided it would be better to take an idea from romanticdrift and do an ask roundup and sort of answer what I have so far. No, I won’t answer all 200 in this post because a lot are very similar. But I’ll be summarizing asks and clearing out my inbox. Many of these are paraphrased, but keeping the original context. (vmin focus only)

Discussed in here

The importance of vmin friendship

4 o’clock

Chim’s reaction to Tae calling during kimbap live

No vmin live

Sad Tae / Vmin tension

Vmin friendzoning

I was going to add more asks to the mix, but this got really long with just the few that I answered. I also tried to do a mix of soft vmin and people wanting me to expand on some idea of vmin not being close or the “friendzone” thing.

(BELOW THE CUT)

anonymous asked:

Part of me wishes that vmin was real. Another part of me doesn’t want them to be. Don’t get me wrong, I ship them and don’t have a problem with the idea of them being gay and in love. But somehow I really like the idea of them being best friends who just really care deeply about each other. Does that make sense?

That makes perfect sense to me, honestly. I often talk about the value of friendship on this blog and how friendships are just as important as romantic relationships. If vmin have the close bond they do with each other, and it’s totally platonic, it sort of proves that there are friendships out there that have connections just as deep as romantic love.

This is one of the reasons I don’t push the “romantic vmin” agenda too hard. Because their friendship is perfect and ideal if that’s all it is. It really puts the statement “something deeper than friendship” to shame. Because what’s deeper than friendship? In fact, a romance with someone you can’t also consider your best friend doesn’t seem deep at all. It’s almost like “friendship” is what make romantic relationships deep. You know what I mean? You just won’t have the same connection with a romantic partner if you’re not also friends with them. So it’s silly to me how friendships are often devalued.

Regardless of what type of relationship vmin have, I think it’s okay for them to be the model of the type of relationship someone else would want to have. Whether it be with a friend or an s/o. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have a romantic relationship that matches someone else’s friendship. And, if you don’t think vmin is real but still relate to them as “couple goals” because that’s the kind of relationship you want, then that’s fine. That’s actually sort of the kind of shipper that I am.

someone asked:

Tae started crying at the end of 4 o’clock during their performance. But if it’s just about the dumpling fight, why would he cry? Am I delulu? Was the fight really that intense?

someone else said:

Chim was smiling and stuff during the practice of 4 o’clock. So I think he had to have known that the song was about him?

These asks were from an anonymous person, but they were two separate asks. So I wanted to specify them as two separate asks in this post, but answer them together.

First things first. Let’s get a few links in here that you can reference to understand my answer a little better if you don’t know the whole story.

Four O’Clock | RM & V perform 4 o’clock live | The practice for the performance | The Friends Unit Interview | My (Old) Analysis of the Interview | Vlive in Which Chim Talks about The Incident | Vlive in Which Tae talks about the Incident

Okay. Let’s talk about Tae crying during the performance. I can’t actually say that he really cried, but he did seem to get emotional at the end. It’s a song that’s about a fight that is a big staple in their friendship. I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s more to the dumpling incident that they’re not telling us. I don’t think that’s the first time they would have had such an argument. They probably argue about whether to eat pizza or burgers all the time, and whether they should have dinner first and then watch a movie or watch a movie and then eat dinner.

Just the fact that Chim stated that he had to go and have a drink with Syub after the fight tells us that there was more to the incident than they are telling us. You don’t go and drink yourself drunk because you and your best friend can’t agree on whether to eat dumplings before or after practice.

I think that incident is one of the building blocks of their friendship. I think that it happened at a time they were going through a lot of changes. We know that Chim tends to be pretty possessive, and this was at a time that Tae started having his own schedule because of Hwarang. I think there were a lot of sudden changes to things, and that stressed them out and put some strain on their friendship. And it’s possible that’s entirely wrong.

Either way. It’s pretty clear there’s more to it than dumplings. But we can’t begin to analyze and figure out what it is and expect to be remotely accurate. And quite frankly, no matter how curious any of us may be, it’s none of our business. If they wanted us to know the “obviously more to the story” part of the story, they’d tell us.

And now. I guess I could have handles the two asks separately. But anyway. I’ve already talked about how I think Chim did already know that 4 o’clock was about that incident. So check the interview analysis I linked above for my discussion on that topic. I’m going to be going through my analyses soon and updating them, but that answer will do for now.

anonymous asked

You talked about Tae calling Chim on his live but what your thoughts about Tae caling during Ji / kook live. Chim was so unprepared and Kook was laughing about Tae calling and I guess Chim’s reaction to it. Chim didn’t seem to be in the flirting mood. I just wanted to know your thoughts on it.

I believe I have talked about this before somewhere, but I’m not entirely sure. So the live you are referring to is the kimbap making one (x). So, I’m going to reference the Mandago Incident in this answer, and I did an analysis on this live before. I’m going to link to the analysis I made. A link to the last mandago live can be found in that analysis. (x)

During the last mandago that we got, I really got the feeling that Chim wanted to do a live with Tae, but Tae didn’t want to join him. We have Chim being all sour and pouty and even down right petty in that last live, and I sort of got the same vibes from his behavior when Tae called during the kimbap live.

We know that Chim keeps saying he want to do a vlive with Tae, but it never happens. What the real story behind their lack of a live together is, we may never know.

I have a theory about this one, but it is just a theory. It’s probably not even remotely true, and there are thousands of other possibilities than what I’m about to say in regards to this live.

I think that it’s possible that the Ji / kook kimbap making live was supposed to be a vmin kimbap making live. Or vmin / kook, but I’m leaning further away from that option for this analysis to make a little more sense in relation to the mandago one (which I compare it to).

This analysis is assuming (1) that the kimbap making was supposed to be Chim’s live originally (2) he originally invited Tae to do the live with him (3) Tae refused (4) Chim wanted to do the live, but not alone (5) He asked Kook (6) Kook accepted, and they did the live together.

That’s a lot of assumptions to make for a logical analysis, but it’s seriously the vibe I got from Tae’s phone call.

Let’s look at the key points from the mandago live:

(1) Chim wanted to do Mandago (2) He wanted to do with Tae because it’s their thing (3) Tae didn’t want to come (4) Chim invited Kook instead (5) Kook came

After Kook joined the Mandago live, it didn’t take long before Tae joined as well. As stated in my analysis, you could make the argument that he wanted to eat as well (because they had food), but he ended up bringing his own food. He didn’t have to join the live to eat if he already had food on his own. I think he was upset because Chim was doing “mandago” without him. Even thought it ended up not really being a mandago live and more of Eat Jin.

Chim’s behavior in both lives really seems similar to me. So I sort of got the feeling that Tae was originally supposed to be part of the live but refused. Then when he saw that Chim was with Kook instead, he got upset. He called Chim, and Chim got upset. A “if you wanted to be in the live, why didn’t you just do it” sort of upset. Like, if Tae didn’t want to do the live with him, why is he calling during the live? Knowing they’re live? You get what I’m saying.

And, no. I’m not saying this is a Ji / kook vs vmin thing. And I’m not even trying to imply any sort of unhealthy level of jealousy here. I just think (if this theory is remotely correct) it shows how Chim is being real with us. He’s not just pulling our leg and saying that he wants to do a live with Tae but he really doesn’t and it’ll never happen. I think, again - if my theory is remotely correct, this shows how Tae doesn’t want to do a solo vmin live with Chim. Even if this theory is correct, it’s possible that Tae would have called regardless if Kook was there or not. Because, based on the theory, he was initially invited, but he didn’t want to be there in person. Alone. With Chim. For whatever reason.

Again, relating it to my theory, I think Tae either called because (1) If Kook was going to be there, he would have joined. Because that would have been a third person, keeping it from being him and Chim alone. So when he saw Kook there, he wanted to make himself part of it somehow. Or (2) He would have called even if it was just Chim because he’s more okay with talking on the phone than being there in person. 

I might do an actual analysis of the kimbap live, but we’ll see. It’s easier to talk about a theory here than to actually analyze because there’s not a lot to go off of without making assumptions.

related to this, anonymous asked:

Why do you think vmin won’t do a vlive together?

With some other saying that them not doing so makes it hard for us to see that they are really friends.

So, my idea on why they won’t do a vlive together is a little different than what I’ve read around. I think the reason it doesn’t happen is simply because they don’t want to, but not for any particular reason other than taking the time to do it. I’m going to explain.

We can make the argument that they are comfortable with each other and don’t want to have to be too careful. But I think that’s a copout for thinking a little deeper about it and making it more realistic. Yeah, it’s possible that they’ll have to watch themselves while they’re live, but what makes that different than any of the other members?

Ji / kook can have a live together, look into each other’s eyes, tease each other, and all kinds of things during vlive, so...why is the case different for them than with vmin? I don’t really think that them having to “watch it” has anything to do with them not doing a live together. It’s not like they’re really going to “forget about the camera” and accidentally make out or something. Even if they are in a relationship. They wouldn’t do that.

My honest belief, until I’m given reason to believe otherwise, is because they simply don’t want to. Vlives are often done from the studio or some other place where they work (if not hotel rooms). We don’t get random vlives of them living day-to-day life or going to Lotte World. So this means that most vlives we get are planned for work, or done during down time from work. But it’s always related to work somehow.

I really think that Tae and Chim are best friends and enjoy spending time with each other the same way any other friends do. When they are together, that’s their time, and they probably don’t want to share it with us. Because they share a lot of things with us, and I’m sure they have things (like their friendship or time together) that they want to keep for themselves. Despite Chim acting like the more private one, yet wanting to do a vlive with Tae, I think this is why Tae refuses. Because, although he doesn’t seem to be shy about expressing his love for Chim, he wants to keep their private time private as well. 

And that’s all I think it is. And, honestly, if that’s the case, we can relish in the fact that we don’t get vmin lives. Even if getting one would be nice. It’s nicer to know that they want to keep their private time private because their friendship is important to them and they don’t want to make it about us. And. Who knows? Maybe the mandago thing and the dumpling incident all have a part to play in this. Because maybe the publicity put on their friendship at the time is what caused those kinds of strains to happen. And to avoid something like that again, maybe that’s why they won’t go live.

But. I think it’s possible we’ll get one eventually. I haven’t given up yet.

anonymous said:

HI. I would just like to remind your readers about 2020 Festa: Unit Interview @12:31 VMIN was asked: What do you want to say to each other? Tae somehow refused to answer and just said: "WE ALWAYS SAY IT TO EACH OTHER." There's NO NEED to say what they feel for each other openly. No explanations whatsoever. As Chim said in Bon Voyage 2, not us, not even the members can fully understand what they feel about each other.

Remember what I said about no theory being good enough to be truth behind vmin? This anon gets it.

a mix of asks relates to

I don’t know why people keep saying Tae is sad or that vmin are fighting. They are fine. Nothing’s wrong.

I don’t know what’s more harmful. Assuming someone is sad all the time. Or assuming they’re fine all the time.

There are times when Tae is obviously down, and he shows it. I think he doesn’t try so hard to put on a fake happy face for us, and I think that’s wonderful. It’s okay not to be okay, and we really don’t have a lot of icons out there that let us know that. They may tweet and talk about mental health and the importance of it. But celebrities that actually show their mental status or even talk about their own level of happiness is far and few between. People think they’re happy all the time, and those that do say they’re not often get attacked because “why wouldn’t they be happy? They have fame, money, and everything?”

If you don’t see that Tae might be sad at a particular moment, or don’t think that vmin has a moment of tension, I guess that’s fine. But to say that it never happens is obviously false. Everyone gets sad sometimes, and everyone has tension with their closest friends.

That being said, those who go overboard and act like Tae is never happy or that vmin hate each other...yeah. That’s a bit much and needs to stop. Tae’s emotions are dynamic, and vmin love each other.

another mix of asks relates to

Do you think vmin are intentionally trying to friendzone themselves because they don’t want us to get suspicious? Or do you think they want us to know that they are only friends and shipping makes them uncomfortable?

Friendzone what? Like. What?

Regardless of what Tae and Chim are together, they are still best friends. The one thing that we confirm about their relationship is indeed that.

I really don’t think they ever say “he’s my best friend” in a “no-homo” kind of way, and that’s sort of what both scenarios presume. Two men can call each other “best friends” without having an implied “no-homo” label onto it.

And let me talk about this “no-homo” thing, okay? I’m not sure how many lgbt people are asking this question, but from my own lgbt perspective “no-homo” was always a little offensive to me. Like, why can’t you just give your bro a hug? Or why can’t you just say “I love you” to a friend? Are we really to the point where people have to say “no-homo” because they don’t want to give someone the wrong idea?

Honestly, my best straight male friend hugs me and tells me he loves me all the time, and he sometimes says “no-hetero” when he does it. And I love him to bits and pieces in a completely no-hetero kind of way because he started the joke because he realized how offensive the other statement was. At least, how much it bothered me regardless of how any other lgbt people felt about it.

Anyway. My point is, regardless of what kind of relationship vmin have together, I’m sure they say “he’s my best friend” because they are best friends. Regardless of any other labels they could have, they are best friends, and that’s what they want to let us know. I don’t think it has anything to do with dumbass “friendzoning” or “no-homo” shit. I don’t think they have some ulterior motive by simply stating that they are best friends.

And. Honestly. I if I asked my sister who her best friend is? She’d say her husband (or me lmao). If I asked my best friend who her best friend is? She’d say her husband (or me lmao). If I asked my straight male best friend? He’d say his wife (or me lmao). So. Again. My point is. Your significant other can be your best friend, and referring to them as such doesn’t mean you are friendzoning them.

It doesn’t mean that vmin is a real couple. It doesn’t mean that they’re not a real couple. It just means that, if they are, they’re obviously not going around introducing each other or talking about each other as boyfriends.

[pretendingboyfriends]

I Promise - Pt. I

A/N: since i have a lot of time on my hands, i’ve decided to start this little fic! this is the first of many parts and i’m super excited to see what y’all think so shoot me an ask when you finish reading! also, my inbox is open for suggestions at all times, so do not hesitate to send them!! <3

Word Count: 2,019

Warnings: angst and lots of tears (smut in the future)

Alex and my older brother, Thomas, were basically inseparable for most of their lives. Living hardly a 30-second walk from each other, it was inevitable that they would become friends at a young age. Then I came along, weaseling my way into all of their activities and forcing them to include me. They learned to accept the fact that if they were going to be doing something together, I would be tagging along; but I don’t think either of them minded as much as they led on and because of the tight bond the three of us held, he honestly became a part of the family. Mother loved him (mostly because he loved anything she cooked) and even when Thomas had moved out and gotten engaged, Alex still sauntered around my kitchen without a care in the world, making himself feel truly at home.

His own mother had passed years ago and his father left when he was a baby, so we were his only family. He took it so hard when his mother died, she’d been ill for months and only seemed to get worse and worse, but Alex never once broke down while she was still alive. He stayed strong for her when she wasn’t able to. But after she died, Alex wasn’t able to hold it together anymore. Almost a week after her death he came to me, sobbing, and asked me if I would just hold him, so I did. I held him for hours. That was also the day I realized my true feelings for him. I loved him. I loved him as more than just my best friend. I loved him as more than the son he’d become to my family. He was the only one for me and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

*

The war happened so suddenly. Nothing was the same after it began. Alex and Thomas were both drafted and had strict orders to report within three days. Three days for him to say goodbye.

The day before Alex left, he took me out for a picnic. Our usual picnic spot was a large, grassy hill. On one side, the hill spilled out into a forest that stretched for miles, and on the other was our small town, the one we had both grown up in our entire lives. I began to set up, unfolding the large quilt (made by mother, of course) and spread it out across the damp grass. Alex stood a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his slacks, his broad shoulders facing my direction. He wore neat, brown slacks and a baby blue sweater that he’d tugged over a crisp, white button up. His chocolate curls were combed back onto his head, one small curl escaping the rest and falling carefully onto his forehead. If I didn’t know him and saw him on the street I’d probably swoon and giggle over him like every other girl in our town. He was the definition of dreamy, but he never took any interest in any girls. I always found it strange, though, considering his age. Most men his age had already found themselves engaged or married, but he never so much as glanced at any girl.

I felt him watching me as I placed things onto the blanket and situated myself onto it. I plucked a large strawberry from one of the containers and took a bit out of it as I leaned back on my elbows. Alex made his way over to the blanket, plopping himself right across from me.

“Haven’t been out here in ages,” I chuckled, attempting to break the tension.

He hummed and nodded in agreement.

“Think it’s been well over 3 months since we’ve had one of these picnics,”

I nodded, silently agreeing with him as I turned to busy myself with the basket of food my mother had prepared for us.

“Mind passing me a strawberry, darling?” he asked, holding his hand out.

I took another large one from the container and placed it into his waiting hand with a small smile. The conversation died down into silence, the only thing that could be heard was the rustling of trees in the wind and the shrill chirping of a bird nearby. To me, the silence was deafening. All I could think about was the fact that he was leaving me and he might not ever return. For the first time in years--possibly my lifetime--Alex wouldn’t be a constant part of my life and the thought of that made my heart ache.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” I mumbled, a single tear escaping my eye.

He looked up from his sandwich, swallowing quickly and moving things out of the way so that he could pull me into his arms.

“Hey, hey, none of that. It’s gonna be jus’ fine,”

He pulled me into his lap, tugging my arms around his neck and bringing his own around my waist to hold onto me tightly. I sobbed into his shoulder, slightly embarrassed that he was seeing me like this. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t cry until he’d left, but there I was. I felt him choke on a sob and quickly moved to look at him. His face was red and puffy just like mine, tears staining his skin. I took his face into my hands and wiped away the moisture from both of his cheeks. Neither of us said anything, just stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes flickered to my lips for just a moment and then returned back to my eyes.

“Alex…” I whispered, stroking my thumb along his cheekbone slowly.

He closed his eyes, squeezing them together in an attempt to hold back his tears.

“Alex, look at me please.”

He opened his eyes, his arms tightening around me. Our faces were mere centimeters apart and I could feel his shaky breath fanning over my face. He gently took my hands from his face, pressing his lips to my knuckles.

“I need to confess something,” He whispered, still holding my hands in his larger ones.

I nodded slightly, waiting for him to continue.

“You are the most important person in my life. If it weren’t for you and your family, I probably wouldn’t be as well off as I am right now. You have never failed to put a smile on my face at all times and- and I know all we’ve ever been is friends and I know- I know you probably see me as just another brother, but… I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you that it hurts. You’re the only person for me. That’s why I’ve never even tried to seek out anyone else. You are the only one I want. And I know this isn’t the best time to tell you with me leavin’ tomorrow and all tha’, but I might not be comin’ back and- and I need you to know how I feel. And I need to know if you feel the same way.”

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as he finished. My heart pounded in my chest as I took his face into my hands once again. Without saying a word, I closed the space between us, pressing my lips to his timidly. He kissed back passionately, catching my lips before I could pull away.

“I love you so much.” I whispered in between kisses. He kissed me harder, holding me like I could slip away at any moment.

“Say it again,” He whispered, pulling away.

I giggled a little, pressing my forehead against his. “I love you.”

*

There was a gentle knock at my door that could only be characterized as Alex. I smiled, turning in my vanity chair,

“Come in!” I sang before turning back to my mirror to finish combing through my hair. The door opened and Alex walked in, carefully closing it behind him. I looked at him through the mirror and my face fell. He was wearing his uniform.

“What’s that face for?” He questioned, frowning as he walked towards me.

I stood from my vanity, my lips forming into a pout.

“You’re really leaving,”

He took my hand, pulling me against his body without a word. He wrapped one arm around my waist and placed his other hand underneath my chin.

“I am,”

My lip began to quiver, Alex taking notice and quickly covering my lips with his own. I whimpered and pushed up onto my toes to deepen the kiss as he towered over me. My arms hooked around his neck and I felt him walk me towards the wall, pressing me against it. He wedged his thigh between my legs, my skirt bunching up slightly. Small moans left my lips in between kisses, my fingers threading themselves into his gelled hair. He pulled away, kissing down my jaw and neck slowly.

“Wanted to give you a proper kiss before we leave for the station,” He breathed, kissing back up my neck to my lips and resting his forehead against mine.

“I’ll wait for you,” I whispered, nudging my nose against his.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke, “No, darling, don’t make a promise you can’t keep,”

I moved to look at him. “Alex, w-what do you mean?” “I mean, you can’t sit around waiting for me when I might not return! This is a war, Y/N, I’m not just going on a fucking trip!” He took a few steps back, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I want you to live your life just as you would. I want you to promise me that you won’t be sad forever if I don’t return. You mourn me and then you move on and fall in love with some bloke that’ll treat you right. Have a family, become whatever you want to be and continue to be the fucking ray of sunshine you always have been.” He was crying, tears pouring from his eyes. “Promise me,” He whispered, reaching for my hands but keeping his eyes to the floor. I sniffled, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill,

“Alex…” I breathed, shaking my head a little.

“Please, Y/N…”

I pulled my hands away from his and took his face into my hands, forcing him to make eye contact with me.

“I promise.”

*

It was a chill, overcast day, the wind picking up to higher speeds than usual, a hint of rain was in the air. My family stood at the train station to bid adieu to Alex and Thomas. Thomas went around hugging everyone first, expressing his love for all of us before he turned to his fiancé, taking her into his arms as she sobbed. Then, it was Alex’s turn. My father shook his hand firmly, patting his back; mother sobbed hysterically into a hug. Then he turned to me. I had already begun to cry and tried in vain to hold back my sobs as he held me, whispering a soft “I love you” into my ear. He pulled away, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand to quickly rid his face of any moisture.

“Come back to me in one piece, you hear me?” I whispered, brushing off the lapels of his uniform.

“I’ll try my best.” He responded, taking one of my hands and pressing his soft lips to my knuckles like he had done the day before. I craved to feel his lips against mine one last time, but my whole family watching us, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

Finally, they were both boarding the train. Alex glanced back at me as he boarded, giving me a subtle wink. They both found their seats and poked their heads through the small windows, waving down at us. The train began to move and I stood waving back to Alex, tears running down my face. He blew me a kiss and mouthed “I love you” before the train picked up speed and I could no longer make out his face.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 75

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

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Chapter 75: Exegol

You regained consciousness once more. Kylo’s masked face was in front of yours, blocking most of your vision. The red jagged lines a harsh contrast to your surroundings.

He was stern. “You will do as I say, I must protect you, but I can not hold you like this any longer. You will feel me release your mind and your body, but you must do as I say. It is the only way you leave here alive. Do you understand?” Something about this place was worrying him. Why was it so dangerous?

You watched as the knights shifted nervously around you. But he allowed you to speak. “Yes.” And your body and mind were released. You could still feel a protective Force bubble around you as you analyzed where you were at.

It was dark, you could see lighting strike all around you, as you followed Kylo into this weird monument. The knights surrounding you as Kylo took the lead, his saber ignited. He was on the hunt.

Even though there was no hold on your mind you could feel his presence there. ‘This place is filled with the dark side of the Force. Remember, you will do as I say and only as I say.’

You all stepped on to this hexagonal shape on the floor, it jolted as it lowered you down into some sort of dark abyss. You could see large menacing statues, hundreds of feet tall surrounding the chamber you were entering. The constant bombardment of lighting is the only true source of light other than a weird dull blue glow of mist. If he hadn’t already told you, you would have thought this place was haunted or something. The aura of the room making you on edge.

You could hear chanting in the distance as a loud chilling voice spoke. “Ah, I see you have heeded my instructions.” Something was off but you couldn’t explain it.

Kylo responded to the seemingly disembodied voice. “I have brought her as you requested.” He was talking about you. But why did he request you? Why were you important to all this?

“Good, good my boy. There is hope for you yet. Much more potential than your grandfather.” The voice had a body, or you at least assumed it did as you approached a figure attached to some sort of mechanical arm. “The First Order was just the beginning I will give you so much more.”

Kylo aimed his saber at the crippled looking man. “What could you give me?” You watched the knights take defensive stances around you, following their boss’s lead. You put your hand on your blaster, hoping that whatever will happen, that Phasma’s training would be enough.

His voice almost had a mocking tone to it as he spoke. “Everything. A new Empire. The might of the Final Order will soon be ready. It will be yours since you did as I asked. You killed the girl, ended the Jedi, and became what your grandfather Vader could not. You will rule all the galaxy as the new Emperor.”

“But beware she is not who you think she is.” one of his wrinkly deformed hands pointed to you. “She is your weakness. Break her and this will all be yours.” Who was this man?

‘Do as I say and you will walk out of here alive. Disobey me and he will kill you.’ Kylo’s voice spoke in your mind. You didn’t know if he was supposed to be reassuring you or scaring you more.

“Yes, master,” is what Kylo responded. He turned around to face you, the world around both of you dissipated into black mist. Master? Who was this man? What was Kylo going to do? And then you felt it, you felt the black tendrils squeezing at the last bit of life you had in you, the last bit of you. You didn’t understand.

Tears streaming down your face as you fell to your knees, not being able to bear the pain. “Why are you doing this? You were nice once, what happened?” You couldn’t see anything but him, a loud roaring sound in your ears.

Kylo’s distorted voice ripped through you “Nice? Nice was Ben Solo, who was weak. I am better than him.” You heard the old man laugh at your struggles through the deafening roar.

You were pleading with him. “What about right after our wedding? You were so sweet then.” You wanted to trust him, but this wasn’t the man you knew.  

You heard a chuckle through his mask, something that would haunt even the bravest of warriors. “Ah yes, that was the leftover residue of Ben Solo leaving my body, the accumulation of my mother’s and the scavenger’s powers. Something I couldn’t exactly control at the time. But now it’s just you and me Kitten. The beast, the monster is all you have now.” He brought his hand to his heart, showing you he was the beast.

“You said you wanted me to fix you, to mend your broken soul. I can’t do that like this.” The grip of the Force around you was too much, you watched as his hand turned next to your head. And pain shot through your mind.

‘Do as I say and you will walk out of here alive.’ The voice inside your head was his, but it was different than the one speaking out loud to you. “You already have Kitten. You gave me the motivation to end Ben Solo, to break the part of me that was weak. And now I am breaking the part of you that is weak too. We will be together as one fulfilling my grandfather’s legacy, ruling the galaxy together. Two souls that have mended each other, that have mended together.” He stepped closer to you, taking your jaw in his large gloved hand.

You wanted all of this to end. You said the words you never wanted to really say. The words you wished wouldn’t be true. “You’re a monster.”

His head snapped at the declaration. “I’ve always been a monster, it’s only taken you this long to see it.” If he didn’t have the mask on you could have sworn he would be foaming at the mouth with anger. This is not the man you once knew. He was different. He was terrifying.

“Let me go. I want myself back.” You wanted to go back to Earth, you wanted to wake up and for all of this to be a dream. A small, small part of you wished you had never met him, but something inside of you was fighting for him, something much bigger than you had initially thought.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t know if I want to let you have yourself back. Because you could still run away from me. And guess what? A new name has appeared on my wrist.” He showed the piece of bare skin to you. “Empress Ren. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?  Maybe if we keep this act up, she will be the one that lives, kitten. And she won’t leave me.” A new name replaced yours, he had already started the process of breaking you.

‘Do as I say and you will walk out of here alive.’ His voice in your head was full of emotion, he was crying.

“You’re breaking my heart,” you were screaming now, your voice breaking, your body hurting as you struggled against his grip on your life and body.

“It needs to be broken so I can mend it. Fix it, make it whole, make it mine.” For some reason, it felt as if he was saying this without the mask,  but he wasn’t. You could hear him break with you.

But that didn’t stop what little fight you had left in you. “You’re killing me.”

It felt as if he was whispering to you, “No, I am letting you live. I am giving you life, a new life with me.” It was all too much.

‘Do as I say and you will walk out of here alive.’

 But it wouldn’t be you. It would be someone else entirely. But you gave in. You felt the glass shatter, the black ink spilling in. The embers washed away. You were gone. Your body crumpled to the ground. As your head made impact with the ground, you saw it. You saw the throne from your dreams. You weren’t fully conscious but you could hear what was happening around you.

The old man, “The ritual begins.”

Weird demonic chanting erupted from the room in some sort of agreement.

“He will strike me down and pledge himself as a Sith. He will draw his weapon. He will come to me. He will take his revenge. And with the stroke of his saber, the Sith are reborn. The Jedi are dead.” Why would this man want to be killed? What purpose would this serve if Kylo killed him? Something was off but you couldn’t do anything about it.  

But Kylo was apparently hesitating as the old man became angry, “Do it. Make the sacrifice.”

“I don’t want to be Emperor.” He didn’t he wanted you to have control, or at least that’s what he said in the beginning but that seemed like a lifetime ago.

You felt yourself regain vision and mobility; you were awake now. Or at least whoever you were now.

The old man was furious now. “Don’t be a fool my boy. Of course, you do. It is your destiny.” There was definitely a reason behind him needing Kylo to kill him.

“No, being the Emperor is not my destiny, nor was it my grandfather’s. We both have the same weakness. We love one woman too much, she is the galaxy to me. I will give it to her.”

You watched as lighting erupted from the old man’s hands. Kylo using his strength and ability to fight him, using his saber to deflect it, drawing the old man away from you. The red guards who had been surrounding the edge of where you were now engaged in a battle against the knights.

‘I know you are awake. Shoot him. It is the only way this all ends.’

You saw what was happening now; you looked like you were still unconscious, and Kylo and his knights were a distraction. You watched as Kylo lured the old man away from you, so the old man’s back was to you. This was your one chance.

You struggled to get the blaster, your entire body feeling as if it was hit by a train, sore and muscles almost frozen. You eventually took hold of it and aimed. If you missed you would surely hit Kylo who as struggling against the old man’s powers. All you could do was hope that your shot rang true as you pulled the trigger. There was a blast of energy that shot out as your blaster bolt hit, causing you to black out. You were weak.

When you awoke this time you were laying awkwardly on something hard, your face was being cradled by a hand. When you opened your eyes you were met with a familiar face. Kylo’s. His eyes scanned your face, looking for something but eventually, he just held your gaze. Something was different now.

Your voice was groggy, “What happened?” You saw bodies littering the floor around the large chamber, all of them the red-robed guards of the old man.

“I’ve changed you. I’m sorry but it needed to happen.” His voice was sincere as he caressed your face, some of the gentleness that was stored in your memory returning.

“So, she’s gone?” The old you was gone. Or at least you suspected it.

He shifted a bit, seeming to be a bit uncomfortable at the outcome. “She is, but I am here for you. I will protect you, my Empress.”

“Empress.” The name rolled off your tongue as if it always belonged. As if it was always a part of you.

“Yes, Empress Ren, leader of the First Order and now, the Sith Eternal and the Final Order. We’ve won. You have control over everything, you have control over me.” He seemed genuine in his statements. You won against that old man. You now had control over everything, everyone.

None of this answered the important question. “Who was he? The one who wanted to make you Emperor?” You sat up, on the throne from your dreams, you were seated in your rightful position, Kylo kneeling at your feet.

Kylo shook his head. “He was the old Emperor. The one my grandfather worked for, his master. Palpatine.” Something about him kneeling before you did something to you, something familiar inside of you awoke. You stroked his beautiful soft raven hair.

You nodded, “Why did he want you to be Emperor? What did he have to gain by you slaying him? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Kylo shook his head, his face scrunched up in confusion, “I do not know why exactly, but I suspect it may have to do with some old Sith rituals. My grandfather encountered one that could take over someone’s body, but not like what I did to you, like a true host. The transferring of complete consciousness. His body was old, and decaying, I was, the perfect host for him to take over. Strong in the Force, strong in the body, but more importantly I am young. Well, much younger than him. I believe he wanted to use me to live on, to still rule as the Emperor, but we foiled his plans.” He leaned into your hand as you stroked his hair, reveling in the touch.

Your brain was working differently, more calculated, more exact, more resourceful. “And what of the Resistance? I am assuming they are still alive.”

“They are, but I am still your guard dog, Kitten. Send me after them, let me destroy them for us, for you. So all the galaxy is finally under your rule as Empress.” He placed his hands on your thighs eager to be sent as a weapon of destruction for you, his lust for violence showing through. Along with what appeared to be lust for you as he couldn’t help his hands stroking up your legs.

“I will, but I would like one night with my husband first. Last night wasn’t something I enjoyed. My guard dog needs to remember that I am supposed to be treated like an Empress. And he needs to show me that before I will let him be my weapon to destroy my enemies.” His pupils dilated, and he swallowed back need. You could see that you were hitting all the right buttons with your new authority. He wanted you as you did him. You were going to show him, just how an Empress should be treated.

A/N: Insert the Poe Dameron meme here: "And somehow Palpatine has returned." But my question is: did I do it better? Let me know!

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 3)

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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

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"Morning Maya." Jade sings, elbows on her desk, resting her chin on her heads, head tilted to the side and lashes batting at me. 

"Morning Jade?” I reply hesitantly. What is wrong with her? She’s strange.

"Pancake?" Je proposes, pointing t the plate on the corner of her desk. Okay, at least that’s normal.

"Always." I take two. 

Walking past her, I make my way to my office. I unlock the door and flick the lights on, discovering a bright bouquet of orange flowers on my desk. Intrigued and confused, I open the card.

Please forgive me. - J x

“Boy problems?” 

I look up and see Jade standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame of the door, arms crossed under her perky breasts. 

“Well, I must have hearing problems because I did not hear you knock.” I retort.

“I didn’t." She brushes me off dryly. "Who keeps sending you flowers?” She asks, walking further in. I fold the card and hide it behind my back.

“No one.” 

“Oh, com on. It’s the first time I hear about a man in your life.” She whines. “I’m curious.”

“About what?”

I look behind Jade's form and see Ava ambling into my office, pancakes in hand. Oh bloody fucktruck.

“The identity of Maya’s lover.” Jade says over her shoulder, and I watch her face light up like Christmas.

“Finally!” She cries, striding across the room to join Jade.

“I don’t have a lover.” I groan, rolling my eyes at them.

“Well, I do now. He’s right over there.”

I look up and see Ava gazing out the glass wall of my office, and when I follow her eyes my heart nearly stops.

Mr Jeon is here, all navy blue suit and pale shirt, chatting with Fred in the lobby.

“That’s Jeon Jungkook.” Jade chimes in once she notices. What in the bloody boiling hell is he doing here?

“Who?” Ava asks.

“The Violet Mansion.” Jade says. I turn to them.

“The Violet Mansion?” Ava's eyes are shining. 

“Lucky bastard, you get to work for this snack?” She gushes, reaching across my desk to slap my shoulder. I pinch the bride of my nose.

“I thought he had cancelled.” Jade says to me.

“We’re working on something else.” I reply evasively.

“Oh yeah? Why is he here, though?”

“I have no idea.” I murmur, lifting my eyes to the ceiling. When I look back at Fred and Mr.Jeon, they stop chatting and Fred starts leading my client down the hallway.

“He’s coming.” Jade gasps, and her and Ava scramble out of my office hastily. 

Oh shitty freak fuck.

Grabbing some papers, I stand and try to exit as well, but I'm met by the two men at my door before I can run away.

“Maya, my lovely flower.” Fred gushes, a grin splitting his handsome french face.

“I know I’m busy but you could’ve taken a minute to tell me you got two wonderful projects with Mr Jeon.” He nearly sings, giving my shoulders a squeeze. My face blanches.

“Two?” I blink rapidly.

“Yes, dear. The mansion and the windmill house, that is fantastic news.” He explains, draping himself over my shoulder and hugging me. I have the Mansion project? Since when?

I glance at Mr Jeon, who gives me a knowing smile. That's why he was here, to trap me into working with him after I snapped yesterday. Bloody bastard!

“Maya is a real jewel. She has a very sharp vision and knows how to turn emotions into spaces. She’ll do wonders.” Fred says to Mr Jeon, and all I want is to burry myself in the deepest hole in the world.

“I’m sure she will.” Mr Jeon agrees, speaking to Fred, but his eues are on me, dark and playful. I feel my face heat up.

“Mr Jeon would like to schedule some appointments and pay his consultation fees.” Fred informs me. 

The idiot that I am even forgot to charge him for the two appointments we've had.

“Sure.”

“I’ll leave you to it. Have a good day, Mr Jeon.” Fred murmurs, shakingMr Jeon's hand one last time before leaving my office. Once I'm left alone with Mr Jeon, I change position so my back is turned to the rest of the office.

“Good morning.” Mr Jeon says to me.

“Did you really just do this?” I grind out, closing the door behind Fred, and watch his brow furrow.

“I tell you I hate men who try to control my life, so you decide to forcefully give me not just one but two projects so I have no choice but to see you.” I mutter.

“No, it has nothing to do with yesterday.” He says categorically. What a bad liar!

“Of course.” I scoff, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. The corner of his mouth curls up.

“Miss Fair, will you please unravel you knickers?” He chuckles. Can he stop talking about my knickers?

“I went through your portfolio before I gave it back. Do you remember Lusso?” He explains. I nod timidly. Lusso is a designer home I worked on for an Italian millionaire. He hosts parties there.

“I went there later in the evening.” He explains. “You could do wonders in the Mansion.”

Oh but he didn't have to see my portfolio before he gave me the Windmill House.

“You won’t have to see me if you don’t want to.” He says, almost promising me.

“I’ll schedule appointments to give you my brief and then…” He waves his hand evasively. "You have carte blanche.”

I glare at him, not knowing what to say. I could live with that, but on the other hand I still don't want to be involved with him and his sickening looks.

"Listen," He trails off. "I'm really sorry I offended you yesterday." He murmurs. Is he now? I bet he doesn’t even know why he’s sorry.

"It all came out wrong, and I sounded like the biggest dickhead." He admits. I could get used to him calling himself a dickhead.

"Please accept my apologies." He pleads.

"So you can go back to pressuring me into having sex with you." I retort. He makes a faint expression of shock.

"I'd never pressure you." He says softly, shaking his head.

"We both want it." He murmurs, taking a step closer to me. I step back. Oh, we're not going there.

"D'you know what? Just leave it." I snap, dropping my papers on my desk.

"You must have tons of other candidates who wouldn't need you to say anything for to take their nickers off." I mutter.

"Is that it? Are you holding back because you feel like you're just one of many?" He asks on a scoff. Like I wouldn't be? Tell me this man doesn't get laid every single day.

"What have I done to make you think that?" He asks softly.

"I'm not discussing this with you." I say categorically, feeling insecure.

“Let’s see about these appointments.” I prompt, needing this conversation to end and stay professional. He forced his way back into my life, but I still can keep this whole thing work-relate. Who am I kidding?

“Sit down.” I order more than invite, internally happy to be ordering a man like him around. He obeys quietly while I sir down in front of my computer. I turn it on and open my virtual office, feeling his eyes on me and forcing myself to keep my eyes on my screen.

“Is Friday okay?” I propose after checking my agenda.

“Yes.”

“Friday for the Mansion and how about… next Tuesday for the house?” I continue, avoiding eye contact. I see him bring his hand to his chin in my peripheral vision.

“Perfect.”

“What time?” He asks me.

 “Whatever’s best for you.” 

“Actually, the evening sounds better on Friday.”

“Seven?” I propose.

“Ish.” He retorts, pulling my eyes to his. He’s looking at me intently, eyes playful and dark and sexy.

“Ish.” I repeat, refraining a smile. I feel my face getting hot.

“How about eleven in the morning on Tuesday?” I say, returning my eyes to my screen.

“Perfect.” He replies. “We could grab lunch right after.”

He pulls my eyes to him again, and I see he’s smirking, his facial expression one of satisfaction.

“Together.” He adds. Oh, boy.

Clearing my throat, I ignore his remark completely.

“I’ll see you on Friday, then Mr.Jeon.” I declare, rising from my seat and inviting him to get the hell out of my office.

“Please, Miss Fair.” He croons, getting up and buttoning his suit jacket. “Accept my apologies.” He pleads, and his face is more serious this time.

“I’ll think about it.” I lie. He tilts his head to the side.

“You don’t like flowers?”

 I roll my eyes and circle my desk, opening the door for him.

“Goodbye, Mr Jeon.” I say politely. He chuckles at me, shaking his head, but leaves without a fuss.

Later that day, Jade comes into my office with  bouquet of flowers big enough to hide her entire form.

“For you.” She sings, standing in my doorway. And I prey, I prey it’s not form who I think it’s from. I get up and walk over to her, reaching for the card first.

“Done thinking? I hate waiting. - J” 

“Ugh.” I groan, rolling my eyes.

“Who’s J?” She asks as I take the flowers form her hands. I turn on my heels and drop then onto my desk, deliberately leaving her question unanswered.

“You might ask him to stop doing this while Fred is here.” She suggests as I walk back to her. I give her a sarcastic smile, but she’s right.

“Thank you Jade.” I murmur before closing the door.

“But who-“

I sigh, walking back to my desk, and decide to dial the man harassing me.

“Are you done thinking about it?” He says as soon as he picks up.

“You need to stop sending me flowers.”  mutter.

“Only if you accept my apologies.”

“Okay. I accept them.”

“That means you wont mind me being there during all our appointments, right?” 

“Bloody-“ He mutter, shoving my first in my mouth to prevent myself from shouting.

“Okay.” I breathe, holding the bridge of my nose in annoyance. This man is annoying.

“Wonderful.” He pipes up, contempt in his voice. “I’ll see you on Friday.” 

I hang up, frustrated I gave him this victory. I hate men like him. Men who trample all over you and force their way into your life. Men who always get what they want.

[chocoluckchipz]

Dance with Me, Chaton

                                   Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net

Written for @ladynoirjuly2019

1. Miraculouses

Adrien pressed his lips into a thin line, his body feeling heavy. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? He pushed the sinking sensation in his chest aside and pressed on. “So, as you can see, it will benefit the company if I explore other career options instead of taking on a CEO role here straight out of school. Having experienced something other than Gabriel for a few years will only make me more capable of helping you here.”

“Out of the question,” Gabriel cut. “You need to know Gabriel inside out to take over, and that’s not attainable by exploring ‘other options’, as you say.”

Adrien pressed on, despite the dread of hopelessness settling in his stomach. “I’ve worked here my whole life and already know the company well. Exploring might give me new ideas and show new approaches to keep us at the top.”

“You’ve been largely out of the work for the university for years, Adrien. A lot has changed and Gabriel’s at the top. We don’t need new ideas and approaches.”

“I beg to differ.” He really was risking his life here. Adrien still persevered. He’s gone this far. He might go all the way. “For now. But you’ve been struggling to maintain that for a few years now, haven’t you? We need new ideas—”

“I am implementing new ideas,” Gabriel snapped. “This summer’s collection—”

“Father, please,” Adrien interrupted. Yup. He’d definitely gone crazy, but someone had to say something. Maybe he’d be even lucky enough to get kicked out of the company for offending his father? “Mme Bourgeois was mocking you when she challenged you to implement sequins, bright feathers, ribbons and bows into your men’s formal wear. Neon coloured sneakers with black formal suits? Ripped formal pants? Do you really not understand what’s going on here?”

Adrien could practically see his father’s eyes filled with anger as he replied. “Ripped pants have been trending for a few years already. It's time formal wear got on it.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. I absolutely do not.”

He was mad. Adrien could feel it. Good. Maybe daring to voice his objections would finally make Gabriel pay attention to his son? He didn’t ask for much. He’d been more than a perfect son his whole life, blindly obeying his father’s every whim. The least Gabriel could do now was to grant him the sole wish Adrien refused to back away on: a few years of freedom to do whatever he wanted. His own schedule, his own choice of work, his own life. Was that too much to ask for? If anything, Adrien had earned it. So, he dared to speak again.

“Father, ‘formal’ and ‘ripped’ should not be in the same sentence unless it’s an accident. In all honesty, if you want my opinion, Audrey knew you would never refuse her very public dare, and she used it against you.”

“So, what? It’s a good push for creativity and stepping out of one’s comfort zone.”

“Only in this case, it’s not. She wanted to sink Gabriel for years, and this might just do it.”

“Nonsense.”

“Father, there is a difference between new ideas that work and those that will make you the laughingstock of the entire fashion industry.”

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair. He hummed. “Now, where did I hear those words before, Adrien? Or should I say Ladybug?”

Adrien frowned. “Lady who?”

“Don’t play a fool with me.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, his voice chilling with every word. “I see, you’ve finally learned to express your opinion quite well. Though, in an incredibly rude fashion, and we will discuss it later. Why did you email me then if you can say face to face?”

Adrien’s frown deepened. “Father, I have no idea—”  

Gabriel scoffed. “Was it for practice? Then you should know that if you wanted to remain anonymous, you should use different expressions every time you speak on the matter.”

“Seriously. You are losing me here. What email? Why do I need to email you if I can make an appointment to come here and talk to you?”

“That’s what I’m wondering as well,” Gabriel said, reaching out for his computer mouse. He made a few clicks and added. “Just to refresh your memory.”

Adrien’s phone chimed. He opened his Inbox to find a forwarded message from his father. “From Ladybug?”

“Clever,” Gabriel noted. “I assumed it was a woman at first. Good strategy.”

“I didn’t send this,” Adrien said scanning the text. “I mean I agree with whoever said this—half of your outfits needs to be reworked—but I have nothing to do with this. I’m not Ladybug.”

Gabriel watched him for a split moment before turning away. “So, you’re saying someone in my company, apart from you, thinks my upcoming collection isn’t up to standard?”

“Apparently.” Adrien chuckled. Unexpected turn but he loved it. “Those pieces you’ve created to appease Mme Bourgeois specifically. Like this Ladybug says, ‘Your company is iconic. Your style is legendary. You don’t need to change it, and especially not because of such a ridiculous whim of such a fashion disaster as Audrey Bourgeois.’ I mean she’s right, this Ladybug.”

Adrien smiled to himself. Whoever she was, he’d like to meet her. Or him. Standing up to his father was something he hadn’t had the guts to do for twenty-three years. And even now when he finally tried, he wasn’t sure it was working.

“Weren’t you just now insisting we needed new ideas and strategies?” Gabriel said, relaxing back into his chair. “I say this is it. They might be unconventional for now, but the public takes everything I give them. They’ll eat this too and thank me for it.”

Adrien shook his head, this Ladybug person giving him confidence. If she could do it, so could he. “This is a gamble you know you will lose.”

“There are risks.” Gabriel shrugged. “But reports have been showing a heightened interest in sequins for years and—”

“In girl’s clothing, Father. Little girls. This Ladybug explained it really well. Why can’t you listen?”

Gabriel scowled. “I’m not taking the advice of a coward who couldn’t even come to me personally.”

“So, you can fire them?” Adrien countered. “Father, really? You aren’t that generous, and your employees aren’t that stupid.”

“I can take critique.”

“I’ve been giving you one, and you don’t seem to be taking it. This Ladybug gave you one and you ignore it. Should we combine our forces for you to hear us?”

Gabriel stilled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips a moment later. “Maybe you should. I’m sure the two of you could convince me of anything, including letting you go to explore other options as you say.”

Adrien quirked an eyebrow, his heart speeding up. Did he just hear his father…?

“Say that again?”

“Find this Ladybug, bring her to me, so I can have a proper conversation with her about the content of her email. In return, you’ll get your freedom.”

The pit of his stomach turned. Adrien dared to ask for freedom, but, in all truth, he did not expect his father to even listen to him. However…

“You want me to find a person for you to fire?”

“Not at all,” Gabriel replied. “Let’s just say I’m not fully convinced by their arguments in their email. I want to hear what else they can tell me.”

Adrien paused, his gaze falling to the floor. So close to what he wanted for most of his life… Yet…

“We’re both adults here, Adrien,” Gabriel said. “We both want something. Why not give it to each other? You’re old enough to work with me, rather than for me, aren’t you?”

Adrien snapped his eyes to Gabriel. He wanted out of here so badly, and here it was. His ticket to freedom. Find this person his Father wanted to talk to and he was free. Still, something at the back of his mind nagged. “You promise you won’t fire them and let me go?”

Gabriel nodded. “Absolutely. How can I fire anyone for expressing their opinion in order to better my company? Who do you take me for?”

Adrien hesitated for just one more moment before pushing that nagging thought away. He deserved this. For absentminded serving for his father for his whole life at his own expense, Adrien deserved a few years to himself. Father promised he won’t fire this person, and judging by their email, Ladybug would be able to easily stand up to Gabriel. Adrien might even be doing them a favour. Really. If they are successful in convincing his father to accept their suggestions, he might even promote them for being a loyal employee.

Standing up, Adrien stretched his arm to his father. “Deal. I’ll find you this Ladybug, and you let me go.”

Gabriel shook his hand with a smile on his lips. “You have until a week before the next show.”

“A month?”

“Of course. If they convince me, and I were to change anything in my collection, I’d need enough time to do that. But you can always back out if you can’t do it in a month.”

Adrien nervously grinned. “I can do it in a month. I was just surprised you are giving me so much time. That’s all.”

Gabriel let Adrien’s hand go. “If you say so. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got some work to do.”

“Same here. Got a Ladybug to catch. Good day, father.”

***

From: chatnoir@miraculous.fr

To: ladybug@miraculous.fr

Subject: Hello stranger

Hello, my brave and genius Ladybug. I’m sure you’re surprised to receive this email, but let me assure you: I’ve come in peace.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Chat Noir. Seeing as you’re Ladybug, a good luck charm, and how there is a cute picture of a misfortunate Black Cat on a wall at a cafe I’m at right now, I’d say that’s a fitting name, wouldn’t you say so?

A little about me. I work in proximity of Gabriel Agreste, and the other day I accidentally came upon your email on his table. The boss printed it for who knows what reason and left it between his papers. Upon reading it, I couldn’t not tell you how greatly I admire you for expressing what so many of us in this company think but scared to voice. Those new implementations M Agreste is enforcing are ridiculous and, as you’ve written, will make him a laughingstock of the fashion world. Nicely said, by the way.

Well, I suppose that’s all I wanted to say. Accept my deepest respect and love, my dear Ladybug, and I hope you continue to be as awesome as you’re now.

Sincerely yours,

Chat Noir

_______________________________________________________________________

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How are the Arklings? How do Crowley and Aziraphale take it when they're old enough to marry and have children of their own?

Still accepting drabble prompts in my inbox-- and this is another of the stories of #the arklings. Be sure to check the tag if you aren’t familiar... and, if you want to play in this sandbox yourself, please feel free. Just be sure and link me so I can read it too! 

Jael was nearly nineteen when Noah and Ham come to their home to discuss the possibility of marriage. Ham’s wife had died in childbirth during the winter, and Jael was the eldest of their children– and the next youngest girl was Keturah, who was three years her junior. 

Ham, though, was in his late thirties by now– old enough that it would have been an odd match before the flood, and yet… 

“I should marry him.” Jael said, resolute after Aziraphale had sent them away, promising to think it over. 

Crawly ground his teeth together. 

“Now, Jael, consider this carefully–” Aziraphale began, but she shook her head. 

“Noah’s grandchildren are all too young for me, and Amos is the oldest of ours, and he’s still too young and… like a brother, nearly. The others here, they’re all of an age where they’ll have choices, but this– this is mine. If I want a family of my own– oh, not that you aren’t!” She broke off, sounding distraught, and threw herself at Crawly, who, having grown used to this over the years, caught her easily and held her. 

“Of course we will always be your family.” Aziraphale told her gently, stepping in close to stroke her hair and exchange a significant look with Crawly over her shoulder. “I only think– you may feel pressure to do this, but… we won’t make you. And we won’t allow Noah or his family to either. If you want to take the time to get to know him before you make a decision…” Aziraphale trailed off, clearly hoping Crawly would take over.

“As you said, Jael, this is your choice. And though it may not feel like much of one… if it’s not a good fit, if there’s no love, if you will be miserable with him, then… not marrying is an option too, alright? There are enough others, and we could always use your help here– this isn’t a burden you have to bear. You don’t have to marry, you don’t have to have children. I understand wanting to, but…”

“But if I want to, my choice is Ham or giving up on what I want.” Jael said, pulling back a bit. “Will you… talk to them? You treat us differently than they treat their wives, I– I don’t even know any of their names.” 

It was true; the women of Noah’s camp were more traditionally raised, and tended not to speak when the strangers were around, unless instructed to, or unless it was necessary. They didn’t have much insight into their married lives, but it did seem to be a story of obedience and inequality. Which was the norm, but… 

But that was not how they had treated their girls. 

“We’ll talk to them. We’ll explain. Remember, for all that you feel like he is your only option? Our family is their family’s only choice if they don’t want to die out. That gives us some advantage.” Crawly gave her one of his more threatening smiles, which seemed to reassure her greatly. 

“I think the fathers usually work out an agreement, anyway. The men of our village used to barter their daughters for livestock or gold– a brideprice, they called it. If you make my good treatment part of the bargain… I just want to be sure that I can come back, if it’s… if it’s not good.” 

“We’ll have you help us to write up the agreement, if and when the time comes for that.” Aziraphale promised. “Like I said, we will always be your family, and Crawly and I have sworn to keep you safe. That won’t change no matter where you are living or who you marry or don’t. Get to know him, my dear. Don’t be hasty.” 

She nodded, and stood up, pulling away from Crawly completely now to wipe at her eyes. 

“Thank you.” She told them both, and took a deep breath. “Yes, I’d like to– will you make the arrangements?” 

They did. And Crawly chaperoned, alongside Japheth, standing back and watching as the two walked through the greenery that had been growing these past seven years. 

“They make a handsome pair.” Japheth offered, to break the silence while Crawly strained to hear the conversation. 

“Hm. They could,” He responded. “It really depends if she decides she likes him or not.” 

“You know, my wife did not originally like me very much.” Japheth said. “Her father liked our family, though, and look how that turned out. We have four children, and she survived the flood. Her father was a wise man.” 

Crawly turned a narrow eyed glare on the other man.“I am not her father, and she survived the flood without one. She is wise enough to make her own choices. And I will not have her resenting me, or Ham, or her children, if they have them, for forcing her into a position she didn’t choose.” 

Japheth looked shocked at that, and kept his sour faced expression all the way until he and his brother left. 

“Whatever did you say to that man?” Aziraphale asked, once they were gone, his old habit of suspicion and blame still strong. Crawly was used to it now, though it stung, and Crawly snorted to hide it. 

“I told him that I wouldn’t force Jael into marrying his brother, and I doubted his wife appreciated the way her father did it to her.”

Aziraphale sighed. “Well, you’re right, but you really oughtn’t have said so. I’m fairly sure she and Shem’s wife have an understanding of their own worked out, and I hope Japheth doesn’t become overly observant because of this.” 

Crawly felt a slight pang, but covered it with an almost vicious glee. 

“Let him. We’ll take them in as well, and corner the market on women who won’t put up with their shit.” 

Jael tittered, and Aziraphale shot them both unimpressed Looks. 

“Well,” she volunteered, “I explained to Ham that I was raised to ask questions, and find better ways of doing things, and to say no, and if he didn’t like that, then there was no match here for him. He listened, and seemed to understand. He asked me about you-- I didn’t tell him what you are, don’t worry, but... they’re confused, I think. It may take some time.” 

Aziraphale took her hand and held it, his face softening and voice gentle as he reiterated their support. “You take all the time you need. We’ll make sure they give it to you.” 

She smiled and ducked her head, and Crawly was just glad that they had been able to change this-- for a few generations, at least, things would be better for their daughters. 

Ham and Jael were married two springs later, and while Noah had been confused at it taking so long, it made more sense once Jael had relocated to their camp. 

And with the foals they’d traded for early on now old enough to carry them, and Fate still with them, Jael’s presence broke the metaphorical seal, and suddenly their camps were more united. The children and adults alike made the trip back and forth for visits, and to trade, and to gossip and play games. 

Their families interwove slowly over time, and they built houses closer and closer together, until it was practically one long town that had sprung up between their original settlements. 

Jael’s firstborn was fourteen when the last of the original arklings married- Samuel and Grace had been infants when they were plucked from the waves, but now they were in the process of building a home of their own. 

And Crawly realized that they were nearing the end of their time playing family. 

Of course they would remain near the humans, but... their house was all but empty now, and they had no need of care from their children, the way Noah did. 

Hell had begun sending signs, wanting him to come back and make reports, and he was sure Heaven wouldn’t be far behind. 

They’d fulfilled their promise. The children were safe, and grown, knew how to care for themselves and one another, how to grow and build and cook and survive. 

Crawly had not felt so heavy hearted since he’d first woken after his fall, and he shook his head and turned to Aziraphale. 

“I think... I have to go.” He told him quietly. 

Their children lived away now, but they still were around, visiting together and reminiscing among their old beds, in the too large room.

Aziraphale looked at him, and seemed both shocked and hurt. Crawly nodded at the pentagram burned into the wood of a nearby beam. 

“If I don’t go, they’ll come here looking. None of us wants that.” 

Aziraphale seemed somewhat mollified by this, but he still looked uncertain. 

“You mean to leave me here with them... alone?” He asked, and Crawly snorted, remembering how he’d asked something similar on the ark, when he’d gone in search of a hiding spot for their stowaways. 

“You can manage.” He answered. “You know what you’re doing, now.” 

He didn’t say how they didn’t need them-- Aziraphale must know, and he didn’t want to see the wounded expression back on his face. 

“I’ll be back when I can, but it might do to lay low for a while. Make myself scarce. Go see who else is still out there, elsewhere on Earth. So Down There doesn’t get any good ideas about me doing something I don’t want to to this lot.” 

Aziraphale swallowed and looked away, composing himself before he answered. 

“Rather.” he said finally, quietly, and turned to offer Crawly his hand. “This has been-- I wouldn’t have expected it but... thank you. For everything, these past years.” 

It seemed like both too much and too little, and Crawly knew he had no words up to the challenge of answering. 

He took Aziraphale’s hand, and, flashing a quick smile, turned suddenly into a snake, laughing as Aziraphale dropped him in surprise. 

“Tell the kids I said ssso long.” He requested, slithering away, and he thought he heard Aziraphale answer, but he didn’t stick around to find out. He knew that if he did-- if he looked back-- if he hesitated at all-- he would never be able to leave.  

[selfignitingimagines]

Theo- Believing

Holiday Prompt #7

A/N- Honestly, this was a request that I thought someone sent through messenger a while ago, but I actually got the number wrong. I don’t normally take them through there, but I was feeling a little bit of the holiday spirit and trying to avoid studying for finals. Requests still aren’t open, but they will be as soon as I finish what’s left in my inbox.

“Y/n! Booth twelve! You’re up!”

“I took the last one!” you called back, setting down a plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of a woman with a reindeer-pug sweater.

She inhaled and grinned, revealing a few missing teeth. “Merry Christmas, Honey.”

“Merry Christmas,” you told her with a smile, turning around to glare at your coworker, who was drumming her fingers on the hostess stand.

The diner you worked at was deserted, aside from the elderly woman sitting behind you. It was as full as you would expect on Christmas day, and you were working open to close. Verna got off about an hour before you, but you had been already taken this table for her fifteen minutes ago. She was younger than you and in high school, and while you knew she had a family to get home to, you couldn’t help but be annoyed. You were also a little jealous.

To top it off, your tips hadn’t been nearly as much as you’d expected. Apparently your customers weren’t exactly feeling the Christmas spirit, and after being there since 5am, neither were you.

“I’m getting off in ten minutes,” Verna said with a shrug, twisting a dirty-blonde curl around her finger.

You eyed the clock. “Fifteen.”

“Oh come on, Y/n. Please? This one’s cute. And he’s sitting there all alone.”

You placed a hand on your hip. “Verna-”

“I’d actually be doing you a favor.”

You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your hip, glancing toward table twelve. It was in the very back corner of the restaurant, and slumped down on the sticky table was a guy with ragged, brown hair. His hoodie was ruffled and damp, but still clinging to his muscled arms, and he looked absolutely miserable. As if sensing you were looking at him, he picked his head up and met your eyes, blinking his piercing green ones.

Suddenly, you let out a choking sound, because as unfortunate as his appearance was, the most unsettling thing was that you knew him.

“See?” Verna whispered. “He’s fucking hot! A little tired looking, but I could get behind that.”

“I can’t take that table,” you told her quickly.

She shrugged, and shot you a grin. “Too bad. Now I really have ten minutes left, so I can’t.”

“Verna-!”

“Merry Christmas,” she sing-songed, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “C’mon, Y/n. Maybe Santa brought him for you.”

You huffed as she plucked a menu from the stand and placed it in your hands. She disappeared with a grin, skipping into the back as you cursed her under your breath. Seeing that there was no way out of this, you took a deep breath, set your jaw, and headed toward table twelve.

“What can I get for you?”

Theo Raeken eyed you as you stopped at the edge of the table, ready with a pen and order pad in your hands. “Nice ears.”

You reached up to touch the felt elf ears that your boss had made part of your uniform for the day, slightly offended. “What the hell do you want?”

Theo raised his eyebrows, seemingly baffled. “Is that how you greet all your customers?”

You glared at him. “Why are you in my diner?”

You said it so sharply that Theo leaned back, his playful demeanor failing him. “You hate me that much?”

You simply cocked an eyebrow at him, and he sighed, ducking his head slightly. “It’s the only place open. I didn’t even know you worked here.”

You paused, and pursed your lips slightly. “You don’t have anywhere else to go?”

Theo looked up at you, his face hardening. “I’m currently living out of my truck right now, so no.”

You opened your mouth, but paused, realizing you couldn’t think of anything to say. “Save it,” he muttered. “You still hate me. Everyone does.”

“I don’t hate you,” you told him.

He scoffed, and turned to glare out the frosty window. “No, really. I don’t.”

“I tried to kill Scott.”

“And you also saved my life. In the hospital, remember?”

“I remember.”

He fought the urge to scoff. Like he could ever forget the way he had found you, weak and bleeding, but still trying to fight one of Gerard’s hunters on the floor of the in-patient wing. It had been a pretty impressive show of guts, but it was a fight you weren’t going to win, and you had known that. As you both grappled for the gun he had shot you with, Theo was coming around the corner.

He had been looking for Liam, but found you instead, and surprisingly, he hadn’t hesitated. If you had seen him, you probably would have been shocked, but you were too busy trying to accept your impending death as the hunter finally took a firm hold of the gun.

The snap of his neck was sharp in your ears, and you had so much adrenaline running through your veins that you didn’t even realize the fight was over. It wasn’t until you looked to your right and saw the hunter lying  on the floor next to you, staring at you with open, empty eyes that you realized he was dead.

Confusion washed over you, and you slumped onto your back, just in time to recognize Theo standing over you. He stepped forward, and you suddenly scrambled up and back onto your hands, trailing blood across the floor.

“Wait, wait,” he said softly, holding up his hands. “It’s okay.”

You leaned back, watching him cautiously as he knelt in front of you. “It’s over, Y/n.”

Your eyes widened. “What? All of it?”

He nodded. “All of it. We won.”

You had raised your eyebrows. “We?”

Theo reached out, letting his hand hover over your leg. He looked up at you, as if asking permission, but at first you weren’t sure what was going on. Then he lowered his hand gently onto your wounded leg.

You sucked in a sharp breath, but suddenly the pain faded. Your eyes widened, and you watched as Theo’s veins turned black, realizing that he was taking it away. You blinked up at him in shock, but as he pulled his hand away, he didn’t acknowledge it. He simply wrapped an arm around your waist, pressed you against him, and gently pulled you to your feet.

“We need to find you help,” he had said. And maybe you had hated him before that moment, but it occurred to you that so many things had changed. Maybe Theo was one of them.

“Then you have to know I don’t hate you,” you told him, shaking off the memory and placing your notepad down onto the table.

You glanced over your shoulder to make sure the diner was still deserted, and then you slid into the seat across from Theo. “Look, whatever you did before, it’s done. But that day, you saved my life.”

“What’s your point?” Theo asked.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

Theo ran a hand over his tired face. “He’d never trust me.”

“But maybe he can help you.”

“Why would he help me?”

“Because you helped us,” you reminded him. “And you saved me. That counts for something.”

“Does it?”

“It does to Scott,” you said.

He stared at you with a completely level expression, and you didn’t have a clue what he was thinking. You didn’t even know what you were thinking. This was Theo Raeken. The boy who had worked for the Dread Doctors, the one who had tried to kill Scott. But he was also the boy who had saved your life, and you knew that there had to be some good in him.

“Why are you doing this?” Theo questioned.

“Doing what?” you asked him.

“Being so nice to me.”

You shrugged. “I want a good tip.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

You took a deep breath and leaned forward in the booth. “What do you want me to say, Theo? You saved my life.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re responsible for me,” he stated sullenly. “You don’t have to help me.”

“It’s Christmas.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me,” he said bitterly. “And I’m guessing it doesn’t mean much to you either. You’re just as alone as I am.”

That one hit a nerve. You jerked up from from the table, snatching your pen and pad from where you had set it. “We’re alone for different reasons. You did this to yourself.”

You shook your head in disbelief, and turned your back on him. You couldn’t believe you had even tried to show kindness to Theo. Saving your life had obviously been a fluke in his judgement, just another way to get on Scott’s good side.

“Y/n, wait,” he begged, jumping out of his seat and grabbing your arm.

“Just give me your order when I come back,” you snapped, wrenching out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry,” he swore, holding out his hands to try and get you to stay. “I didn’t think about what I was saying. I’m just...I’m still learning how to do this.”

“How to do what?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“How to be human,” he said. “I haven’t had much practice.”

He shook his head softly, and shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. It occurred to you that this was probably the first time you had ever seen him look ashamed. “That’s no excuse. And what I did to you and the others, there’s no excuse for that either. There’s nothing I can do to make it right. And now there’s nowhere else for me to go.”

You tilted your head, considering the what he had said. Realistically, he could have been lying. Theo was an amazing actor, and he had fooled everyone but Stiles. Even you had fallen for it.

While it might have been smarter to be cautious, something in your gut was telling you that the person in front of you was broken. It was obvious he always had been, but there was something to be said about him baring it all in front of you like that. You just didn’t think he was lying.

“I get off in forty-five minutes.”

He blinked at you. “What?”

“You’re right. We’re both alone. And I’m not letting you sleep in my diner.”

He swallowed. “I’ve slept worse places.”

You sighed. “You’re not sleeping here. And Scott’s having dinner with everyone tonight.

Theo’s eyes widened. “You’re trying to bring me?”

“I can’t guarantee they won’t try to kill you when you walk through the door...but he might not. He might even let you stay.”

“You really think he’d do that?”

You shrugged. “It is the season of forgiveness. Forty-five minutes, Theo.”

You turned around, leaving him with that to check on the woman in the pug sweater. “And in the meantime, think about your drink order!” you called back.

Theo’s green eyes followed you as you strode across the diner, but then he finally sat back down. He ran a hand through his tangled hair, wondering how you could possibly find the compassion inside you to offer that kind of help. He didn’t know if he would be able to do something like that, especially if someone had done to him what he had done to you.

But you weren’t like him, and you didn’t ruin lives. You saved them, right along with Scott and the rest of his pack. And if you were trying to save him too, he wasn’t going to object.

Theo hadn’t believed in angels, or Santa Claus, or even anything inherently good in a long time. But as he watched you cross between the booths and disappear into the kitchen, knowing you would come back for him, it occurred to him that maybe it was time to start believing.

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June 22: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Two)

[alexdxnverss]

won’t be gone long

Kara and Lena don’t get to spend their first Christmas together actually together.

Kara’s apologetic and worried and swearing vengeance on Snapper for this assignment, even as she whirls about her apartment in a hurry as she tries to pack. She doesn’t notice how she’s going a bit too fast, and Lena pretends to look the other way as Alex shoots Kara a warning look, because really, she isn’t stupid. 

“Breathe, Kara,” Alex advises when Kara almost tosses a pair of shoes straight through the wall (Lena’s busy examining old family photos). “It’s just two weeks, you can stop tearing apart your bedroom.”

“I don’t see why he had to choose me for this,” Kara whines, slumping down onto her bed and looking close to tears. “It’s Christmas.”

Lena spends the next few hours coaxing Kara down, reassuring her that it’s completely fine that she’s going to be gone for Christmas, “really, Kara, I run a business, I understand that these trips can be out of nowhere and that there’s nothing you can do”. She keeps her hand firmly wrapped around Kara’s the entire ride to the airport, ignoring how Kara’s holding on a bit too tightly.

“Call me when you land,” Lena makes her promise. “And don’t worry about me, Kara. Really. Enjoy the conference, write your articles, have a good Christmas with your cousin and his girlfriend. You won’t be gone long.”

“But we were supposed to spend Christmas together.”

“Clark and Lois will take good care of you,” Lena says, smiling, because sometimes dating Kara feels like she’s suddenly been put in charge of a small child, but also because Kara has to see that it’s okay for her to be gone.

So Kara smiles. Kara promises to call whenever she has a free moment. Kara picks up her suitcase, walks towards the security checkpoint, runs back for one last kiss that almost knocks Lena off her feet, and then she’s gone, off to her plane to Metropolis - assuming that she doesn’t duck out a door somewhere and just fly herself.

Lena lets her smile linger all the way back to her car, but when she finally gets back to L-Corp, back to her big office that’s suddenly devoid of the happy Christmas jingles that Kara had been playing before the call from CatCo came in, the walls come slamming back up.

Because as much as she’d tried to reassure Kara that she’d be fine, all Lena knows it that she’s alone again. Alone, and missing her girlfriend, and wishing that she’d had the strength to be selfish for once and beg Kara to stay with her. She wants cuddles by the fireplace in her loft and presents on Christmas morning and the Christmas dinner that they’d had planned with Alex and Winn and Maggie and James and all the friends, and huddling up together on the couch until they fall asleep. She wants Kara back, and she’s barely been gone for an hour.

Lena pours herself a glass of wine, then throws herself into her paperwork for the rest of the day. Quick, efficient, going through the piles of forms and reports and junk on her desk, and then taking Jess’s workload off her and sending her assistant home early. 

It’s been dark for a long time when Lena finally rises from her desk. Out of habit, she glances out at the balcony, her heart somehow breaking even more as she carelessly tosses her cellphone and a few folders into her bag.

It’s on her way out that Lena finally notices something on the couch, wedged between two cushions. She pauses, leans over, and pulls out a familiar red-and-blue scarf (because honestly, Kara Danvers wouldn’t know the meaning on the word subtle if it hit her in the face). Kara had been wearing it that afternoon when she fell asleep while watching Lena work, and must have left it when they’d rushed off to Kara’s apartment to quickly get packed.

And Lena, not really thinking about what she’s doing, gently folds it and slips it into her bag, temporarily comforted by the smell of candy canes left from Kara’s last snack fest as she finally heads home.

“Winn told me you missed pool last night.”

“I wasn’t aware that Schott’s keeping tabs on me.”

“Lena.”

“What?”

“Tell me you haven’t been spending all this time working instead of enjoying the holiday season.”

“As you no doubt are. How’s Clark and Lois? Any big plans for the big day, or will duty be calling for you and Kent?”

“Lena, I know that you’re changing the subject.”

“Fine, maybe I am. But look at it this way: if I’d gone, Alex would have just kicked my ass in pool, and that’s Maggie’s position to fill, not mine.”

“… I’d argue, but you’re not wrong”

“I know I’m not, babe.”

“Gotta head back in in a minute. Miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“I’ll call again in a few hours, okay? I love you so much, Lena.“

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

When Lena wakes up on Christmas morning, it’s to another voicemail notification going off on her phone. In the span of twenty minutes, Kara’s managed to leave a grand total of thirty-seven messages in her inbox, all of them probably endearingly loud and cheerful even at such a god-forsaken time in the morning.

Lena leaves her bedroom, needing at least one cup of coffee before she calls her girlfriend back, and pauses in the doorway, taking in her living room, and the large Christmas tree in the corner (which Lena had fought, but “Lena, your place is in way more need of some festive decorations than mine, pleassssseee let’s have the Christmas tree at yours”, and Lena hasn’t yet learned how to say no to a Danvers pout). They never got the chance to finish decorating it, and Lena hadn’t made any effort on her own, so the boxes of Kara’s decorations still lay abandoned on the small carpet of pine needles.

When they’d first hauled the thing into Lena’s space, she’d taken a moment to step back and picture what it would be like to actually have a nice Christmas with someone she loved. Lena had pictured the presents under the tree and all the lights and ornaments and just being able to use anything as an excuse to hold Kara for most of the day, but the presents she’d bought are still in the back of her closet, and the tree’s sad and empty and dark, and there’s a distinct lack of Kara in the room.

Lena foregoes the coffee, turns around, shuts her phone off, and goes straight back to bed, fighting hard to hold back the sudden tears.

Alex Danvers calls several times that afternoon, after Lena’s finally gotten up. Whatever she has to say, Lena ignores it, declining all her calls. She’s sure that’s not going to win her any favors with the elder Danvers, and neither will blowing off Christmas dinner.

It’s Winn and James and Alex and Maggie and Mon-El and J’onn, and Eliza might be making an appearance, and Lena can’t bring herself to go. Yes, by right, they’re her friends too, as they’ve all stressed so many times, but it doesn’t feel right to be with them without Kara there. It still seems strange to think that they’d all accept her on her own, when Kara’s not hovering around her, and she’s not quite willing to face that potential rejection today.

She settles instead for reruns of old Christmas movies, some potstickers that Kara had left in her fridge, and studiously keeping her line of sight away from the lonely Christmas tree sitting abandoned in her living room.

“I’ll see you in a few days, Lena, and then we can have our own little Christmas thing, I promise.”

“Looking forward to it, Danvers.”

It’s awfully cold, even for the first week of January. Lena’s spent the past few winters in Metropolis, and National City is definitely the one with the worst weather this time of year.

Lena wonders, briefly, whether Kara’s dressing warm and staying safe in Metropolis, but then she remembers that the cold will probably barely make a difference to her.

She doesn’t intend to do it, but one morning Lena accidentally grabs Kara’s scarf on her way out, wrapping it quickly around her neck and walking halfway up to her office before she realizes.

Lena wears it home.

She wears it to quickly pop down to the closest bookstore for an hour or so.

And then she wears it to work again the next day.

If she can’t have cuddles from her girlfriend, Lena will settle for this.

“Snapper’s guy for the last few days of the conference just went down with pneumonia, Lena. I have to stay just a while longer.”

“So you won’t be back tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know, whenever he gets someone else to come out, or I guess whenever this wraps up. I’m so sorry, Lena, I know I promised-”

“It’s fine, Kara, it’s work.”

“...I can come back this Sunday for a few hours and see you. I miss you.”

“Kara, it’s fine. Really. Enjoy the rest of the conference.”

When Lena gets back from a lunch meeting that had run far longer than she would have liked, there’s a package sitting on her desk.

Lena pauses by the door, eyes it warily. Alex and the DEO and Supergirl have promised over and over that it looks like Lex has settled down, taken her off his imminent hit list now that it’s been made obvious that she’s far from an easy target. Still, years of always waiting for that next move to come out of nowhere has made Lena cautious. It’s no secret that Supergirl hasn’t been flying around National City for over a week, leaving the NCPD and the DEO to handle the crime-fighting in her absence (though Lena has no doubt that Kara would immediately come flying back the second she’s really needed). 

But, as she gets closer to her desk and can get a better look at the package, Lena realizes that it doesn’t really look much like a suspicious package... but a hell of a lot like someone who barely knew how to wrap a present had rushed through putting it together... with what had to be about a solid mile of glittery washi tape.

“Oh, Kara,” Lena says under her breath, unable to hide the smile that’s spreading across her face. She wonders if Kara had left it here, or mailed it to Jess, but then she decides that she doesn’t care and just enjoy the moment.

Working through the shitty wrapping is a task and a half, and Lena lets out a quiet laugh when she finally has the present in her hands. Kara’s managed to find literally the worst ugly Christmas sweater with Supergirl and Superman’s family crest on it. If it had come from anyone else, Lena would have shoved it in the bottom of a drawer and forgotten about it, but she’s already shrugging off her jacket and slipping the sweater over her head.

It’s way too big for Lena, the ends of the sleeves extending way past the tips of Lena’s fingers. She doesn’t care, though, because it’s warm and cozy and so very Kara. Lena tugs the sleeves up as she sits at her desk, opening her laptop to review her meeting notes.

Lena falls asleep in it, eventually, because it’s comfortable and the couch is too soft and welcoming when she stays late at the office, the few papers in her hand slipping from her grasp and sliding across the floor.

So Lena doesn’t hear Jess come in to wish her good night before she leaves, misses how her assistant tosses the blanket on the back of the couch over Lena before retreating.

Lena doesn’t hear the balcony door sliding open and then shut, gentle footsteps crossing the room.

What Lena is distantly aware of are gentle arms lifting her slightly into a more comfortable position, a warm body sliding in besides her, and tugging her close. She’s just awake enough to feel Kara brush a gentle kiss against her forehead, and Lena burrows into Kara’s chest, feeling the arms tighten ever so slightly around her, and smiling as she slips back into sleep, because finally, everything’s just the way it should be.

I have no idea where this came from or what it is or why I wrote it in the middle of January or why it’s just a long ramble, but it’s here and it exists so... hope you enjoyed it? :)

[anitapena94]

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