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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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The Hint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis submitted by @jasmine11685: Peter gets jealous when you have to flirt with someone on a mission

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“Wow.”

That was the only word Peter could say as you descended the staircase in a form fitting black dress. The slit up the side added an elegant touch, something needed for the ball you were going to.

“You look pretty “wow” yourself.” You smiled shyly as you lifted the hem of your dress to walk towards him. “The suit is a nice change from the flannels, though I do love those.”

Peter opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words formed in his brain. As soon as you put your hands on his collar to tuck it under his suit jacket, his name was lost on his and all he knew was yours.

“So this is what it’s like to be speechless.” He chuckled nervously as you straightened his jacket.

“Shut up.” You giggled as your face flushed. “Your ties a little crooked.”

“Thanks.” Peter whispered as you adjusted his tie. “You look beautiful. Like, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to cry when you look at it.”

“Thank you.” You laughed again, out of habit. You looked at Peter through your eyelashes as your shaking hands slid down his jacket.

“Nervous?” He asked softly when he noticed your unsteady demeanor.

“A little.” You smiled weakly. “It’s uh, it’s a shame I’m gonna have to waste all this beautiful on some douche who won’t appreciate it.”

“Well I appreciate it.” Peter assured you. “All of it. What is your mission exactly?”

“I just have to get some information out of Harry Osborn. Apparently he’s the only one who knows what’s his father has been doing up at Oscorp. We have to find out his plans before he does something dangerous. Could you help me with this?” You asked as you handed him a diamond necklace. You turned around and Peter carefully moved your hair off of your back.

“Oh.” He said in surprise as he clasped the necklace around your neck. “And how are you planing on getting that information?”

“I’m gonna flirt with him like my life depends on it.” You said confidently as you turned back around. “Because who knows? It might.”

Peters face twitched in confusion as his eyebrows knit together. He felt a white hot jealousy run all the way to his scalp when he learned about the plan.

“You have to flirt with that asshole?” Peter laughed nervously and cleared his throat. “He’s a total playboy. He’s probably never done his own laundry a day in his life.”

“I think I can handle him.” You winked at him as you touched your your lipstick. “And his laundry.”

“I have no doubt in your abilities. I just wish you didn’t have to use them on him.” Peter said, mostly to himself.

“It’s fine, Pete.” You assured him. “I’m actually excited to do it.”

“Excited?” Peter began to sweat.

“Yeah.” You grinned in excitement. “This is the biggest role I’ve ever had in a mission. I really want to do a good job so I can impress my dad. That means I’m gonna have to pull out my best flirting.”

“Your best flirting?” Peter was really beginning to panic now.

“Yup. I need this boy to fall in love with me.” You told him. “Watch, by the end of the night, he’ll be putty in my hands.”

“I don’t think you should do this, Y/n.” Peter blurted. “I think we should get Natasha or someone else to do it. You shouldn’t have to be the shiny object we use to distract the enemy.”

“I’m fine with it, Pete. My dad didn’t give me this role because I’m pretty. He gave me this role because I have good communication and manipulation skills. Plus, I’m closest to Harry’s age. It all works out.”

“He could be really dangerous.” Peter protested. “You could get hurt.”

“I’m really dangerous.” You stated. “And he’s definitely gonna get hurt.”

“Just be careful, okay?” Peter sighed, making you look at him. You walked over to him and cupped his face in your hands, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“I got this, Petey.” You said gently. “I know you’re worried about me, but you have no reason to be. I can do this. And you, Sam, and my dad are gonna be listening the whole time. We’re gonna catch this guy. I know it.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt. If things go wrong-“

“They won’t.” You cut him off. “Go ask my dad. He drew up every possible outcome of this plan and they all end with Harry getting his ass kicked.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded and gave you a smile. “I’ll go talk to Mr. Stark.”

“You just had to believe in her.” Peter grouched as he barged into Tony’s office. “You just had to recognize her talent and trust her enough to carry the mission.”

“I’m sorry. Is that anger directed towards moi?” Tony touched a hand to his chest. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yeah, I am.” Peter said. “You know I like Y/n and sent her off to flirt with the richest playboy in New York City?”

“Hey.” Tony said sternly. “Playboy is my thing.”

“Why did you have to make her do this job?” Peter whined. “She’s gonna fall in love with him and forget all about me.”

“He’s a criminal, Peter.” Tony reminded him.

“So? Girls love that!” He protested. “You remember how she acted around Loki.”

“Don’t remind me.” Tony rolled his eyes. Peters face shifted back to his forlorn expression and Tony saw how much this was hurting him.

“Look, kid, don’t sweat this mission.” He said as he put a hand on Peters shoulder. “She’s just gonna get the information she needs from Harry and you’ll never have to worry about him again. You can go right back to your little will-they-won’t-they bullshit or whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I have a plan.” Peter insisted. “And Harry is going to put a serious wrench in my plan, thanks to you.”

“You have a plan?” Tony doubted. “Ive been watching you pine after my daughter for years. When is this plan going into action exactly?”

“I’m just going to think really hard about how I’m in love with her and wait until she realizes.” Peter mumbled as he adverted his eyes.

“Yeah?” Tony cocked his head. “And how’s that going for you?”

“I think she’s just about to get the hint.” Peter said and Tony let out a groan.

“Kid, just ask her out.” He reasoned. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could hear me.” Peter stated. “And then say no.”

“She’s never gonna take the hint unless you actually give her the hint.” Tony reasoned. “Why don’t you try tonight? She’ll be all giddy from successfully completing the mission. Perfect time to confess those bottled up feelings.”

“I don’t know.” Peter sighed. “Maybe.”

An hour later, you were making eyes at Harry from the bar. After locking eyes a few times, you signaled for him to come over.

“Hey.” Harry knocked on the bar twice and looked down at you. He sized you up before smiling in approval and sending you a nod.

“Hey.” You gave him a sultry smile as he sat down.

“You all by yourself?” He asked as he drummed his fingers on the bar.

“I was.” You took a sip and looked at him through your lashes. “Until you came along.”

“Mind if I stay?” He raised an eyebrow as he flagged down the bartender. You made a face as he ordered a drink before smiling at him.

“I prefer it.” You flirted.

“Good.” He accepted his drink and took a long sip. “I don’t like being told no.”

“Then you better give me something to say yes to.” You leaned on your hand and leaned towards him. Inside, you were gagging at his arrogance. On the outside, you were eating it up.

And that made two of you.

“Oh God.” Peter gagged as he listened to the banter through his ear piece. “This is torture.”

Sam, who was standing next to him as they both kept an eye on you, gave Peter a look.

“Relax, kid.” He sighed. “She’s just doing her job.”

“You’re a pretty bold girl. I like that.” Harry cupped your chin before releasing it. “Just not as bold as me.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbed his drink, and downed the rest before slamming the glass down. “How about now?”

“Oh, you are going to get me into trouble.” Harry chuckled and he scooted closer to you. Peter watched in disdain as the jealousy coursed through his veins again.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” You crawled. “Don’t you like trouble?”

“I love it.” He insisted as he held out his hand. “My names Harry Osborn. You’ve probably heard of me.”

“I have.” You smirked as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/n.”

“Why is she talking like that?” Peter whined upon hearing your flirty tone. “She never talks like that.”

“Because she’s not trying to sleep with you, dummy. Thats why.” Sam snorted as he continued to watch.

“What?” Peter snapped his head towards Sam. “She’s not trying to sleep with that guy. She’s just getting information out of him.”

“Yeah well, guys tend to talk a lot more once you’ve tired them out.” Sam shrugged as he sipped his own drink. Pete’s face fell as he stared Harry down with daggers in his eyes.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Peter mumbled.

“Shhh.” Sam waved his hand. “I’m trying to listen.”

“So,” you took another sip from your drink, “Whats it like being the son of one of the most powerful men in the city? Wasn’t your dad like, 25 when he founded Oscorp.”

“23, but who’s keeping score.” Harry shrugged as he looked around the room. “I’ll probably do something like that soon. Maybe something even bigger. I already have a lot of ideas. Pretty impressive, huh?”

“Totally.” You egged him on but rolled your eyes when he looked away. “Do you ever get to watch his experiments?”

“Baby, I’ve seen just about all of them.” Harry bragged as he played with your dangling earrings. “He’s done things you wouldn’t believe. Things that aren’t even legal.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in excitement and you leaned in closer. “Like what?”

“I can’t tell you here.” Harry pulled away suddenly and sighed. “I don’t want anyone hearing.”

“Alright.” You purposefully took the bait. “Then let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Do you know a place?” He played nonchalant as he put a hand on your knee. Peter watched the scene in front of him and looked away.

“Yeah. My bedroom.” You smirked and stood up. “Let’s go there.”

“Bold.” Harry rubbed his hands together and stood up as well. “You’re dangerous.”

You took his hand and lead him towards the elevator, feeling the gun that was strapped to your thigh brush against your leg as you walked.

“You have no idea.” You mumbled. You passed Sam and Peter and gave them a nod as you lead Harry towards his interrogation. Peter looked like he was ready to fight someone and Sam looked entirely amused. You gave them a thumbs up before leading Harry upstairs.

“What’s the craziest thing your dad has done?” You asked as you sat down on the bed. You flicked your leg out and pretended to examine your heels to draw his attention. Harry took the bait and held your ankle in his hands, admiring the fancy shoes Mr. Stark had given you for the mission.

“Why do you want to know?” He asked coyly as he looked up at you.

“Because I like to get a little crazy myself and I want to know how much you can handle.” You shrugged as you shook your hair out. Peter gulped as he listened, feeling his jaw tighten in anger. Tony joined him and Sam at their post and looked around for you and Harry.

“How’s the mission going?” He asked when he didn’t see you anywhere.

“Horrible.” Peter grumbled.

“She didn’t get him to the secondary location?” Tony worried.

“She did.” Sam cut in. “Peters just mad that his girlfriend just found herself a boyfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter snapped. “Maybe she would have been if Mr. Stark wasn’t a destroyer of young love.”

“Parker, quiet.” Sam commanded. “I’m trying to listen.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Harry folded his arms as he looked down on you.

“You can trust me.” You told him as you reached up to grab his tie. You used it to pull yourself up and off the bed before planting a kiss right on his mouth.

“What was that?” Peter touched his fingertips to his ear piece when he heard silence from your end.” Why did she pause?”

“She didn’t pause.” Sam shook his head as he checked his watch.

“Then what-“

“She kissed him.” Tony cut in while giving Peter an apologetic look.

“She kissed him?” All the color drained from Peters face and Tony felt he was to blame.

“You know the Green Goblin?” Harry asked once you pulled away.

“Yeah.”

“That’s my dad.” Harry admitted, and Tony and Sam quickly wrote it down.

“No way.” You pretended to be impressed. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. He was dying so he invented this serum to keep himself alive. It ended up giving him all these crazy abilities.” Harry boasted, incriminating himself further. “And he’s got this glider that he can fly around on. You’d love it. It’s very shiny.”

“Wow. I love shiny.” You gushed, fighting the urge to punch him in the throat then and there. “How much serum did he make?”

“He has one more vile that he said he’d give to me when I’m older.” Harry tweaked his eyebrow as he smirked.

“So you’re gonna be the next Green Goblin? Isnt he a bit of a bad guy?” You continued to draw information out of him as your fingers danced around his collar.

“Maybe I am bad guy.” Harry shrugged. “Like father, like son.”

Harry leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged it and laughed as you moved away.

“Bad, huh?” You composed yourself so you wouldn’t be suspicious. “What else has he done?”

“He gave one of our scientists these metal arms. They can rip a person in half. Ive seen it happen.” Harry continued to brag and you recorded every word of it.

“Dr. Occtavius.” Tony realized. “That’s how he got his weapons.”

“Thats crazy.” You gasped and played with his hair. “What’s your dad gonna do?”

“He’s basically forming a league of bad guys.” Harry shrugged like it was no big deal. “Guys way worse than the Avengers.”

“Does he have a problem with the Avengers?” You wondered.

“My dad hates them. I hate them too.” Harry scoffed and you held back a laugh. “That’s why we’re gonna wipe them out. New York can’t rely on a bunch of guys in dress up, and we’re gonna show them that.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“With an attack on New York City on the 8th.” Harry told you, and Tony immediately wrote it down. “The Avengers won’t know what hit them.”

“That sounds pretty scary. Will you keep me safe?” You batted your eyelashes at him and he ate it up.

“I can’t listen to this.” Peter took out his earpiece and slammed it on the counter. “I’m going in there.”

“Parker! Stay where you are and - you know what? I don’t care.” Sam shrugged it off and continued to listen to your conversation.

“Of course baby.” He cupped your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be a direct hit on the Avengers tower. A pretty thing like you won’t be anywhere near there.”

“Actually”, you took his hands off your face and dropped your smile, “I will.”

“What?” Harry’s face faltered at your sudden mood change.

“Did you get that guys?” You touched your fingers to your ear piece and waited for the confirmation. “Copy that, dad.”

“What?” Harry’s face twisted in anger. “You’re an Avenger?”

“Look at you! So smart. You figured it out.” You said sarcastically.

“No.” Harry shook his head. “I don’t believe you. There’s no way you’re an Avenger. You’re my age and a chick.”

“Not just an Avenger. I’m a Stark too. Want me to prove it to you?” You asked casually.

“How?” Harry raised an eyebrow. You gave him a swift punch to the throat that knocked him on his back.

“Like that.” You blew your hair off your forehead as you checked your nails.

“You bitch.” Harry wheezed from the floor.

“You see, I can’t have you and your father attacking my friends.” You crouched down beside him and shrugged. “I’m gonna have to take you in.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Harry swiped at you but you dodged it.

“I know. But this cute little microphone recorded everything you said and sent it to the police.” You pouted and pointed to your mic. “They should be here soon. You might want to wipe the lipstick off your face before the get here.”

“I’m not going to prison.” Harry grumbled as he sat up.

“Aw, but you are.” You said as you pulled him off the floor and put his hands behind his back. “Daddy can’t bail you out of this one, like how he bailed you out of your 17 parking tickets.”

“How do you know about that?” Harry asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I know everything, bitch.” You leaned into his ear to growl.

“No. I’m not going down for this.” Harry broke out of your hold and swung at you. You dodged the first one, but he got you right in the jaw with the second one. You stood up and got ready to fight him as he put his fists up.

“You’re not even that pretty.” He exclaimed as he swung at you again. Right as his fist collided with your face, Peter burst in the door.

“Yes she is!” Peter shouted as he jumped on Harry’s back. Harry threw Peter onto the bed and lunged for you again. You close-lined him with your arm and dug your heel into his back once he was on the ground.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked as you stepped on Harry’s back harder with your heel. “I got this.”

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Peter panted as he got off the bed.

“You won’t get away with this. I will sue!” Harry writhed around beneath your heel.

“Can it wait?” You asked as you pulled Harry off the ground. “I’m a little busy.”

“It can’t wait.” Peter shook his head as you shoved Harry against the wall. “There’s something I’ve been holding in for a long time and I need to tell you.”

“I wouldn’t even bother dude.” Harry said with his face squished against the wall. “She’s a total bitch.”

“Was I talking to you?” Peter growled before shooting a web at Harry’s wrists to handcuff him.

“Ohhh I see.” Harry laughed humorlessly. “Spiderman is mad that I stole his girlfriend.”

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to have a conversation here.” You barked at Harry. “I’m sorry, Peter. Please continue.”

“I didn’t want you to flirt with Harry tonight because you can do a lot more than just sit still and look pretty.” Peter began.

“I know that, Peter.” You nodded.

“I also didn’t want you to flirt with him because I was jealous.” He confessed.

“Jealous?” You asked as you put Harry in the hotel chair and began to tie him up.

“He likes you, stupid.” Harry grumbled. You shot Harry and angry look, but when you looked back at Peter, he was nodded.

“He’s right.” Peter admitted , taking you by surprise.

“You like me?” You lips twitched into a smile as you tightened Harry’s rope. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was scared you wouldn’t like me back. You’re my best friend, Y/n.” Peter said softly. “If you didn’t like me back, everything would change. We’d still be friends but it wouldn’t be the same. I didn’t want to risk that.”

“I’m sorry.” You frowned. “I should’ve been more clear then.”

“Do you seriously have to do this here?” Harry whined and you smacked him on the back of the head.

“Clear about what?” Peter wondered.

“That I like you too.” You smiled sheepishly at him. Tony listened to the confession over the ear pierce and smiled to himself.

“There you go kid.” He mumbled to himself. “She got the hint.”

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saphirered · 3 years ago

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I’m in love with your writing and binged your entire page one night lol

Could I request a story with Caleb where the M9 find a wounded reader on the run from people who want to use her for her very powerful magical abilities. She doesn’t trust Caleb at first because he’s a wizard and just as she opens up to him and starts to develop feelings discovers he has been studying her powers - thought with no bad intentions. Some good old angsty enemies to lovers type of beat. Preferably with a good ending but do what you wish ;))

Apparently I'm giving you more stuff to binge as this is looking more and more like a several parter 😅. Prepare for loads of angst and conflict and some good hurt/comfort to come but for now, here comes part 1! 😘

Nobody pays attention to a vagrant dressed in rags, looking about a week past their last proper bath begging on the side of the road for money or standing by a shop, mouth watering at the food. Nobody pays attention to what they don’t want to see in their pristine cities. Not unless they want to chase you away because you’re in their way or you’re tarnishing their image. Speaking about image, sometimes some rich folk will take pity upon you, casting a coin your way to make themselves look good and generous in the eyes of others.

That’s exactly what you became when you needed to disappear. You needed to become unseen, unnoticed and a shadow among a crowd. You succeed casting away all remainders of your previous life because in the end, your life is worth more to you than your earthly possessions. Survival above all. You’ll live this way until you can get somewhere where no one will question you, or where you’ll be under the protection of others, far away where your enemies cannot reach you. Maybe Vasselheim is a good place to go? They’re not fond of the arcane magics. Sure you’ll have to give up using some of your own gifts but it’s worth being able to live your life freely.

You’re still a ways away from Vasselheim and you don’t have the funds to get there yet. Even if you make it to a port, stowing away on a ship is fine but you can’t trust them to not throw you overboard or leave you stranded at the nearest island to save provisions. And that’s if they don’t hand you over to any authorities and risk you getting back to square one. You’ll have to wander around Wildemount until you’re able to book passage or find somewhere to lay low, forever on the move. It’s not the worst and you get used to it pretty quickly.

Weren’t you lucky when you saw the recent champions of the Victory Pit were strolling around town flaunting their winnings. You need food. You need warm clothes. And most of all, you could do with some extra change in your pocket. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal all of it of course. Just enough to get by and they wouldn’t notice. So you trail them, sticking to the shadows. They don’t seem to notice you.

Then you struck. You got the coin pouch from the ostentatious one. It was child’s play really. He didn’t even notice you lifting the pouch from his belt when you brushed against his shoulder muttering an apology. You were already amidst the crowd when you heard the tiefling exclaim his coin pouch was gone and he put two and two together quickly, the charlatan he is so before you knew it they were on the lookout for someone fitting your description. You had to move quick, buy your necessities and get out of the market. You know just the place to hide out; the Evening Nip. Nobody asks questions there.

Once you found yourself safely sipping on the shitty ale served at the Evening Nip you didn’t expect the colourful group of strangers to stroll in. It was already too late when you spotted them and you had no where to go. Still your quickly gathered up the coin back into the ornate velvet pouch and put it in your own pocket hidden beneath the layers of your clothes putting your hands behind your back as you tried to make a break for the exit. They did not let you pass, a relatively buff looking woman gripping the handle of her sword stepping in front of you while another one, though shorter blocked your escape by interposing her staff.

“No funny business, friend. You have something that belongs to my companion here, and he wants it back.” The half-orc speaks as you grit your teeth. You’d really hoped to avoid this but you weren’t stupid enough to bring out the big artillery… yet… so you lift your hands in surrender and allow them to lead you over to one of the tables taking a seat of your own accord while you’re flanked by the buff woman on one side, the purple tiefling on the other and the rest of them takes up seating of their own around the table keeping an eye on you.

“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way…” The half-orc leads as the tiefling next to you holds out his hand brushing his other over your shoulder in a soft push, mimicking what you had done when you pickpocketed him. Are they mocking you? Bastards.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, friend.” You speak innocently. You know they won’t buy it anyway, their minds already made up, but it gives you just a second more to get a grasp on all of them. You’re already plotting your escape, despite the odds being turned against you. You have to try.

“Oh, I think you do, and we simply want a conversation. You wouldn’t want to tarnish this new friendship now would you?” The tiefling grins as you look at him. You can feel the strings of enchantment pricking into your mind but you know how this works. You’ll just have to play along. You smile, like being faced with an old friend, just as the spell would have you have, letting your defensive mannerism fade.

“You’re quite right. It’s no way to treat new friends. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot.” You glance between all of them and you feel a pair of blue eyes stare into you, right through you. There’s just something about him that doesn’t add up and you’re almost afraid he knows you’re not under the tiefling’s spell after all but you do whatever you can to not show that on your face and play along.

“Should we get some drinks to commemorate new friends?” You suggest about to get up but the woman in blue’s staff moves across the table right onto your shoulder urging you to stay in place. You don’t look fazed and merely amused with this action as if it is a harmless joke and not a threat. The tiefling moves the staff from your shoulder as you turn your attention back to him as he smiles.

“I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea. Drinks on me.” He stands with you and begins leading you over to the bar. Clive takes the order and begins pouring the ale as requested while the tiefling keeps conversation with you, completely oblivious and detached from his friends. You play along and when you reach to the coin pouch, you pull out the coins owed to the barkeep. The tiefling smiles and you can see from your peripheral the red head notices too. Both confirm you have the coin pouch. So once you pay you reach for your pocket grasping for a short iron rod placing it in your hand, whispering words under your breath as the tiefling talks to the barkeep, your hands begin to move according to the familiar motions and before the redhead can warn his lavender companion, the tiefling is frozen in place unable to move and you’re making a break for the door.

Spells fly left and right and you dodge a few, take the damage from others as the fighters dependant on close range rush for you. A crossbow bolt hits your thigh and a large cat’s claw appears in front of you. You try to dodge it reaching for you but it catches you and holds you in place despite your struggling to get free. They circle you, bind your hands, take back the coin pouch and your own limited belongings from you as you fight back trying to keep them away from you but you’re just alone and they are the many.

You feel helpless and desperate. That’s when you make eye contact with the blue eyed wizard. There’s a look of recognition in his eyes. Not for who you are directly, but the way you’re acting and lashing out, like some caged animal wishing desperately to be free, like a creature on the run, like you’re two sides of the same coin. His eyes reveal to you pain and suffering and pity but you don’t need his pity. You don’t need anyone’s pity.

“Why did you steal that coin?” The wizard asks as you glare at him from your seated position on the ground.

“Why does anybody steal anything? I’m hungry. I’m cold and I’m broke as hell.” You spit none too kindly.

“Then get a job. Make some money. Or at least learn to be a good thief.” The rude woman snorts. You roll your eyes. Typical. You know plenty of people like her, maybe you even used to be like her but not anymore. You grew out of that the hard way. She will too, in time.

“None of you noticed until you went to pay for something.” You grin and the woman is about to lunge for you at your provocation. So easy to piss that one off. Funny, actually.

“I don’t think she can just get a job. Not a regular one anyway.” The wizard observes as he stares into you. “You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” Your silence, biting your lip says enough. You don’t have anywhere to go. Once you did but that’s gone. Torn away from you.

“How about this? You spent a good deal of my friend’s coin but we’ll give you the opportunity to make it back as a repayment. Stick around for a little bit and go our separate ways when the debt is repaid?” There’s some protests but the half-orc quiets them down when the wizard speaks up in your favour. He doesn’t trust you, not after the stunts you just pulled, especially not when the look on your face mirrors his own so closely but perhaps it’s something within him that calls to him to make right a wrong, or prevent another soul to be lost to the troubles he’s faced.

With these idiots bound to make a scene they’ll call attention to themselves and by default that means away from you. This might work in your favour. They’re adventurers and given that they seem somewhat familiar with the Evening Nip, you can only assume they’re not exactly always on the right side of the law. You’re not judging but that gives you some safety and assurance should things go south or you need a quick way out. And if things really do turn in your favour, they’ll be your cover to places and funds to get you far far away from this hell hole.

“Looks like you got yourselves a new companion then, friends.” You don’t smile, only displaying an expression so neutral that makes the wizard think for a second he might have made a mistake but for now you have mutual interests and if there’s anything he can count on, it’s the reliability of a common goal, and a lot to lose should you get outed.

So next you know, you’re somewhat absorbed into their little group, learning their names and where they’re from, chatting happily but you can’t help but notice that yours and Caleb’s stories are similar in some ways, mostly the lack of detail. You’ve been raised within the Empire, but found yourself on a less fortunate path fending for yourself. The only difference between you and him is that he found Nott on his path while you had remained alone. The group didn’t seem to mind your lack of details, going with the excuse you’re not about to bare your life story to the people you only just met and you’re lucky. You hadn’t told anyone what happened since you’ve been on the run and you don’t plan on doing so anytime soon, especially not to people who haven’t earned your trust yet.

Of course you’ve been roomed with Caleb and Nott, finding yourself in one of the most expensive inns in the city, paid for by the group. Unlike Nott, who goes through your stuff when she thinks you’re not looking, Caleb is the perfect roommate. He doesn’t cross any boundaries, ask too many questions or has any annoying habits. He just reclines on his bed, going through his spellbook, transcribing new spells to add to his own collection. Every time he does you get extremely uneasy and snappy and do whatever you can to not be in the same space as the wizard. It doesn’t do your roommate relationship any good and may leave you at odds at times. Caleb may not understand why but it’s not his place to ask questions, nor does he think you’ll actually answer them. Instead you make up excuses, helping Beau with training, letting Jester braid your hair, keeping Fjord company while Molly claims their room for one of his escapades, getting some booze for Nott, or when Yasha is there, watch the storms with the woman, anything to get you out of that shared room with the wizard.

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Rain hits the window of your room in the Pillow Trove as the redheaded wizard strolls in throwing his backpack on his bed and sitting down with a deep sigh. You look up over the edge of the book you’re reading seeing the wizard soaked through the bone wringing out his hair best he can. With a wave of your hand and words uttered under your breath you grin as the water evaporates from Caleb’s form, leaving his hair slightly more curly and frizzy, and his clothes warm and comfy. He gives you a look as you continue reading as if you’re completely unaware of anything going on in the room, completely absorbed into your book. Ignoring Caleb.

“I didn’t take you for the type that reads smutty romance novels.” He comments and gestures towards Courting of the Crick. You finally look at Caleb as if he only just gained your attention, as if you’re only just aware of his presence in the room. Both of you know better but this is how it is.

“You wouldn’t. But according to Jester you enjoy them very much.” You grin, having gotten to hear all about their little trip to the Chastity’s Nook. Caleb gives you a disapproving look as he begins to unpack his things, taking out the fresh ink and paper, setting out his spellbook and you mark your page, putting the book on your side table as you quickly get up and go for the door.

“Where are you off to all of the sudden?” Caleb asks as you grit your teeth. Can he not just leave you alone? Does he really trust you so little you’re not allowed to leave of your own accord?

“I’m going to see Jester and Beau in their room. Now I will bid you good day unless you think I need an escort for the room two doors down.” You snap. Okay, that may have been unnecessary. You could have at least been neutral. Too late for that now. Caleb waves his and as if dismissing you. Act like a child, get treated like a child. So you leave the room letting the door fall closed a little harder than you normally would in protest and make your way over towards Beau and Jester’s room.

Jester, happily lets you in and while Beau has definitely warmed up to you, things are still rocky. She wouldn’t go as far as calling you a friend, but more that one neighbourhood kid her parents tried to get her to play with despite the two of you never really having been friends at all. At least you can bond over your slightly criminal tendencies. It’s Jester who’s completely accepted you as one of her own, questioning you about anything and everything, preaching to you about the Traveler, gushing about her romance novels, specifically Oskar, which you’re pretty sure is actually reflecting her major crush on Fjord but let the girl dream. Who knows what will come of it?

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ichorizaki · 4 years ago

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heather, meet heather—n.h., d.o.

pairing nakahara chūya x reader x dazai osamu

genre pure angst

word count 2.2k

warnings slight blood mention, very brief; unrequited love; love triangle; pining

a/n my first bsd piece and it’s angst! i love that for me

synopsis you’re watching the man that you fell in love with fall for another person, but you can’t bring yourself to hate her. chūya watches after you as you pine for an unnamed man, falling for you in the process, but could never quite bring himself to hate the man.

Some people would say that falling in love with somebody was the most blissful thing that could ever happen to you. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and dancing whenever the person you fancy says something that makes your heart skip a beat. You could feel the way your body reacts in order to be in tandem with them, like a waltz of two souls in a garden of fairy tales. You could feel the experience of you falling head over heels with someone in the way you keep wondering how their day was, how they smile, how their eyes light up when talking about something that they adore.

You agreed with all of that. You did feel the butterflies, your body being weird, and you catching yourself wondering if Dazai Osamu wondered about you. You were head over heels for the man who was supposed to be someone terribly feared by the Port Mafia and highly respected by the Armed Detective Agency. You were just someone who happened to be friends with Osamu himself long before his days as a member of the mafia. You never even realised that you’d fallen in love with him until the day he told you that he was in love with a woman whose name you never recognised.

Did it hurt? Of course it did. Watching the person that you fell in love with fall in love with someone else was a curse that you’d never cast even upon the worst of your enemies. You helped him with a heavy heart in executing his plan of getting to know her and eventually take her out on a date. She was just an intern in the agency, helping with the ad hoc duties and she had an abundance of opportunities to be closer to him compared to you. You were just a college graduate with a master’s working full-time as a barista in a café somewhere in the heart of Yokohama trying to make ends meet. It hurt like hell to just be the person that he seeks advice from.

Every time he talked to you, the mirth and ecstasy that swam in the deep ochre pools of his eyes made you wish that he was talking about you like that. Every time he’d begged for you and Atsushi to follow him on their dates made you throw up a little bit in your mouth. You were heartbroken. You knew that Atsushi was looking at you in pity everytime you were both dragged along. You didn’t care. Maybe if you closed your eyes and wished hard enough, the girl would disappear and you’d replace her, his strong arm wrapped around your shoulder underneath the cool November weather.

You were staring into space as you dried the glassware, the store dark with remnants of the staff clearing the trash and cleaning up the café. You didn’t quite pay attention to what you were doing, the chore but a muscle memory while you were distracted with the plaguing thoughts that intruded your mind.

The woman came into the café earlier that day. Even in the midst of the rush hour, even when her order was messed up a little bit, she was patient and kind. She wasn’t everything you wished you were, but she occupied the space in Osamu’s heart and mind. You just wanted to be that person.

Your fingers slipped when grabbing a freshly cleaned cup, the glassware tumbling from your hand and breaking into pieces upon landing in the sink. Thank god you were facing the sink and it didn’t fall on the ground. It would be such a bitch to clean up.

Your coworkers asked if you were okay and if you needed help, for you were bleeding. Wait, bleeding? In a daze, you look down to your hand and sure enough there was a cut. You were pretty sure that it was the universe telling you to move on but it was not as easy as you thought it would be.

How pathetic were you, pining after a man who saw you as nothing more but a good friend? A man who wouldn’t see you as someone he’d want to spend the rest of his life with romantically?

But you’d be the devil incarnate if you ever wished that upon her. She’s . . . perfect. As terrible as it was, you hoped for her to be a bitch beneath those layers of expensive clothes. You hoped for her to be some form of possessive asshole, but she wasn’t. She’s kind, she’s patient, she’s generous, she’s encouraging, and you couldn’t sense any form of malintent from her. Neither could Atsushi. Neither could Kunikida. Neither could Naomi. Nobody could, and that’s what had made you cry yourself to sleep for countless nights.

Then came Nakahara Chūya like an angel sent from the worst part of heaven. He came into the café on one rainy day, his dark coat dripping with the tears of the sky. It made a wet, slippery trail of droplets as he made his way across the empty café before planting himself in a seat before peeling the heavy article off of his body. You would be lying if you didn’t think he was handsome. You took the initiative to summon the mop to wipe up the mess caused by the rain.

He sheepishly apologised, asking if you had somewhere he could dry off his coat. That was the first time that your eyes had met. His were the piercing grey of hardened steel, flecks of emerald splattered around the ring of his irises, and they were the most stunning pair of eyes you’d ever seen. His eyes were a huge contrast to his appearance and his personality as a whole—cold, calm, collected—but it was nothing you ever minded. For some reason, they were just as inviting as the warm whiskey gold of Osamu’s.

Of course you said yes. There was a dryer you could toss his coat in and you could brew him a warm drink for his stay. His dampened vermillion hair fell in tight waves over his face, framing his features beautifully; a stark contrast against the pale white of his skin.

“What drink would you like? You should have something warm while waiting for the rain to stop,” you offered. He kept a watchful eye on you, admiring the way you were already retrieving a small laminated piece of paper that he assumed was the menu.

“What would you recommend? I’ve never been in this part of town.”

You hummed, deep in thought. You rested your forearms against the cool wooden countertop, eyes narrowing just the slightest as you drank in his appearance. It was just a ruse for you to fully admire how attractive he is. The way that he curiously watched you never went unnoticed, his adam’s apple bobbing ever so slightly as he placed the menu down on the countertop.

“You seem like a matcha hojicha latte kinda guy,” you declared with a decisive nod. His eyebrows lifted in amusement. “That’ll be five bucks, good sir.” You cheekily grinned at him, moving to the counter on your left. He mirrored your grin. Did he think you were going to offer him a drink on the house?

Upon making his drink, you made yourself a warm drink to combat the cold interior of the café. You took a seat next to him on the other side of the counter. Seeing how there weren’t any other customers going in or out, you grasped the opportunity to get to know about him, as he did you. He introduced himself, and then talked about his day. You noticed the little quirks that he had—how his eyebrow twitches when he’s annoyed, how he laughs obnoxiously loud and slaps his knee when something tickles him funny, how he falls quiet when it was your turn to talk and how equally observant he was to your needs.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed that the rain stopped and his coat was perfectly dry and warm. He must have noticed that your mood had dampened just the slightest despite the clearing sky and warmth flooding through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the café. Chūya, ever so chivalrous, suggested to exchange contacts to keep in touch. Who were you to disagree?

After that fateful day, Chūya had taken a liking to you. There was just something about you that kept drawing him back every time. Even when he wasn’t in the area, any time he could drop by, he would. He would always order the same thing—matcha hojicha latte and a slice of matcha azuki cake—unless you’d suggest he try something new in the menu or another cake from the selection that they had.

He couldn’t get enough of you. He was always asking you about your day, if you had any plans, what show you were currently binging, and he’d always let you rant to him about even the most menial of things. There was one time, he remembers, that you ranted to him about how you saw a stray kitten so sweet and playful that it broke your heart to leave it in the streets after feeding it and playing with it for a solid hour after your shift had ended at work. It got to the point where you were full-on bawling. You were calling him, upset, a week later, saying that the kitten that you’d named Jiji, was no longer in the back alley of the store as he used to be.

“Chūya! I can’t find Jiji!” That was the first thing that you said when he picked up the call. He was back at his sleeping quarters, phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder while he undid the buttons of his vest with one hand. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Jiji?” He echoed, shrugging off the vest. He heard a sound of confirmation from you. Chūya sat down on his bed, grabbing his phone to hold it carefully against his ear so he could solely focus on you.

“The cat living in the back alley of the café,” you elaborated breathlessly. Oh. “He’s not here. What if someone took him?” You sighed heavily and he could hear you planting yourself down on the cobblestone floor. Traffic could be heard farther away from your side of the call, but it was nothing he minded because it made sure that you were in a public place and you were somewhat safe.

“If someone took him, that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He tried to reason, the image of the calico—cleaned, vaccinated, sterilised, and happily roaming the halls of the building—appearing in his mind. Yep, he was the culprit. “That means that someone’s caring for him. He’s got a bed to sleep in and he’s not wondering when his next meal will be, right?”

He could practically hear you deflate at his words, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into an amused smirk. He had always found it adorable how you whined a little whenever he was right. Another heavy sigh came from your end, unsatisfied that it wasn’t you who brought him home, but you couldn’t exactly do so anyway. On top of rent and your own basic needs, you had no room to home a cat.

“Have you had dinner?” His dark silver-coated eyes flicker to the digital clock on his nightstand. It was a little past seven in the evening, right when your full shift had ended as it should. The loud growl from your stomach on the other end was enough of an answer, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. “Okay, stay there. Let’s have dinner together. That sound good?”

“Yeah. Thank you, Chūya.” He’s always loved the way that his name rolled off of your tongue, like it was an age-old remedy that breathes life and wonder.

“I’ll see you in a bit, angel.”

When he picked you up, you looked like a kicked puppy sitting by the entrance of your café. That night, he took you out for dinner and he learned a little bit more about you. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, he felt his heart squeeze in disappointment when he’d found out that you were hung up over somebody else.

The thing was, he couldn’t even be mad at the person. He didn’t know who he was, nor could he give two fucks, but he wanted to be mad at the person for breaking your heart like that. Yet from the way you described him, he was just the average joe who didn’t dare to hurt a fly.

You talked about him like he was the light of your life; like he had handpicked the stars in the night sky and had carefully placed them, mapping out the ageless constellations that stared back at you every night. You talked about him like he was the sole reason for your happiness and the main cause of your despair.

Did it hurt? Fuck yeah, it did. He’s watching the person he’s in love with fall apart because of the person they’re in love with. But what else could he do but be by your side? What else could he do but help you move on from this mysterious man while he keeps his feelings for you locked away in the deepest depths of his heart, never to be touched? Chūya knew he couldn’t make you as happy as the other man could. The least that he could do was try. Even when the world tears itself apart, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and sound. Because that’s what friends were for, after all.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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200 Harry Potter Prompts

Let me preface with this: I love the Harry Potter series, both the books and the movies and have shared both with my son; HOWEVER I don’t support the things that JK Rowling has been saying recently. I refuse to let her transphobia destroy something I love so I propose we take back these quotes from the characters we love and make as many of them as gay as we possibly can. Fuck you JK

1 “Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” —Albus Dumbledore

2 “No post on Sundays.” —Vernon Dursley

3 “You’re a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant … but scary.” —Ron Weasley

4 “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” —Albus Dumbledore

5 “Honestly, don’t you two read?” —Hermione Granger

6 “Why couldn’t it be ‘follow the butterflies’?” —Ron Weasley

7 “Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.” —Arthur Weasley

8 “It is our choices, NAME, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” —Albus Dumbledore

9 “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” —Harry Potter

10 “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” —Albus Dumbledore

11 “I don’t go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me.” —Harry Potter

12 “The ones that love us never really leave us.” —Sirius Black

13 “What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.” —Rubeus Hagrid

14 “Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.” —Albus Dumbledore

15 “I am what I am, an’ I’m not ashamed.” —Rubeus Hagrid

16 “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.” —Albus Dumbledore

17 “Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you, NAME?” —Hermione Granger

18 “You’re just as sane as I am.” —Luna Lovegood

19 “I mean, it’s sort of exciting, isn’t it, breaking the rules?” —Hermione Granger

20 “Give him/her hell from us, NAME.” —Fred and George Weasley

21 “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.” —Sirius Black

22 “Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.” —Hermione Granger

23 “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.” —Luna Lovegood

24 “Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.” —Albus Dumbledore

25 “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.” —Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem

26 “Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.” —Kingsley Shacklebolt

27 “It is the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.” —Remus Lupin

28 “Not my son/daughter, you bitch!” —Molly Weasley

29 “You’ll stay with me?” “Until the very end.” —Harry and James Potter

30 “Of course it’s happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” —Albus Dumbledore

31 “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” —Albus Dumbledore

32 “Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead." — Harry Potter

33 “If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." — Sirius Black

34 “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends." — Albus Dumbledore

35 “It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more." — Albus Dumbledore

36 “You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?" — Albus Dumbledore

37 “Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.” — Albus Dumbledore

38 “The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.'" — Albus Dumbledore

39 “Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." — Hermione Granger

40 “I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I’m not there." — Harry Potter

41 “When in doubt, go to the library." — Ron Weasley

42 “Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward." — Draco Malfoy

43 “Mischief Managed!" — Harry Potter

44 “We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." — Albus Dumbledore

45 “Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go." — Voldemort

46 “Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed." — Albus Dumbledore

47 “Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open." — Albus Dumbledore

48 “The thing about growing up with NAME (and NAME) is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.'" — Ginny Weasley

49 “Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore

50 “NAME says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right." — Hermione Granger

51 “Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe." — Nearly Headless Nick

52 “Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth." — Albus Dumbledore

53 “No, NAME, you listen,” (pause) “We're coming with you. That was decided months ago — years, really.'" —Hermione Granger

54 “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore

55 “Do not pity the dead, NAME. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love. “-– Albus Dumbledore

56 “Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” – Ginny Weasley

57 “For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own.” – Albus Dumbledore

58 “We’re all going to keep fighting, NAME. You know that?” – Neville Longbottom

59 “I am not worried, NAME … I am with you.” – Albus Dumbledore

60 “Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that.” – Gilderoy Lockhart

61 “Parents shouldn’t leave their kids unless —unless they’ve got to.” – Harry Potter

62 “Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.” – Lord Voldemort

63 “Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.” – Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

64 “What's life without a little risk?" — Sirius Black

65 “There were near misses, many of them. We laughed about them afterwards. We were young, thoughtless — carried away with our own cleverness.” – Remus Lupin

66 “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” – Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

67 “You will also find that help will always be given at PLACE to those who ask for it.” – Albus Dumbledore

68 “I mean, you could claim that anything’s real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody’s proved it doesn’t exist!” – Hermione Granger

69 “To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever." — Albus Dumbledore

70 “Though we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one." — Albus Dumbledore

71 “Always.” — Severus Snape

72 “Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.” — Albus Dumbledore

73 “It is important to fight and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay though never quite eradicated.” — Albus Dumbledore

74 “Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.” — Albus Dumbledore

75 “Time is making us fools again." — Albus Dumbledore

76 “I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.” — Albus Dumbledore

77 “The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.” — Albus Dumbledore

78 “I just feel so ... angry, all the time., and what if after everything I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me. What if I'm becoming bad?" — Harry Potter

79 “Tut, tut — fame clearly isn’t everything.” — Severus Snape

80 “Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn’t fair.” — Severus Snape

81 “Ah, yes,” he/she said softly, “NAME. Our new — celebrity.” — Severus Snape

82 ““I wish … I wish I were dead …” “And what use would that be to anyone?” — Severus Snape & Albus Dumbledore

83 “You don’t want me as your enemy, NAME.” — Severus Snape

84 “DON’T . . . CALL ME COWARD!” — Severus Snape

85 “Look . . . at . . . me . . . “ — Severus Snape

86 “Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you." — Sirius Black

87 “NAME was a brave, clever, and energetic man/woman, and such men/women are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger." — Albus Dumbledore

88 “Like the fact that the person NAME cared for the most about in the world was you.” — Albus Dumbledore

89 “You don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!” — Sirius Black

90 “Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others.” — Sirius Black

91 “Oh, I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.” — Luna Lovegood

92 “I sleepwalk, you see. That’s why I wear shoes to bed.” — Luna Lovegood

93 “He/She doesn’t think you treated him:her very well, because you wouldn’t dance with him/her. I don’t think I’d have minded. I don’t like dancing very much.” — Luna Lovegood

94 “Come, daddy, NAME doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's/She’s just too polite to say it.” ~Luna Lovegood

95 “Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself.” - Luna Lovegood

96 “NAME, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than NAME, and that's saying something.” — Draco Malfoy

97 “You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!” — Hermione Granger

98 “Oh, it was NAME, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things.” — Hermione Granger

99 “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.” — Hermione Granger

100 “It would be quite nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, NAME, because in case you haven’t noticed, NAME and I are on your side.” — Hermione Granger

101 “Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!” — Hermione Granger

102 “Very well spotted.” — Hermione Granger

103 “Always the tone of surprise.” — Hermione Granger

104 “Sometimes friendship means not having to say anything. Thank yous and apologies can sometimes get lost, but that doesn’t mean they’re unexpressed.” — Hermione Granger

105 “You’d think a bit of kissing would cheer him/her up.” — Ron Weasley

106 “And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” — Ron Weasley

107 “I knew NAME was lying about that tattoo.” — Ron Weasley

108 “There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.” — Ron Weasley

109 “Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading.” — Ron Weasley

110 “What are you doing with all those books anyway?” — Ron Weasley

111 “Hang on a moment!” (said sharply) “We’ve forgotten someone!” — Ron Weasley

112 “I never really gave up on you. Not really." — Ginny Weasley

113 “It's okay NAME, it's alright. It doesn't matter." — Ginny Weasley

114 “People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are ... heroic in really quiet ways." — Ginny Weasley

115 “Excuse me, but I care what happens to NAME as much as you do!” — Ginny Weasley

116 “Yeah, NAME, because you’re so talented ... at posing ...” — Ginny Weasley

117 “Forgot to brake, NAME, sorry.” — Ginny Weasley

118 “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?” — Ginny Weasley

119 “I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped ... NAME told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And he/she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself.” — Ginny Weasley

120 “There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for.” — Ginny Weasley

121 “A good first impression can work wonders.” — Molly Weasley

122 “Beds empty! No note! Car gone-could have crashed-out of my mind with worry-did you care?” — Molly Weasley

123 “Where's the fun without a bit of risk?” — Fred Weasley

124 “You're joking, NAME! You are actually joking, NAME ... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ — Fred Weasley

125 “What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, NAME,” [sarcastically.] “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.” — Ron and Fred Weasley

126 “Where is NAME?" "Still in the showers," "We think he’s/she's trying to drown himself.” — Harry Potter and Fred Weasley

127 “We thought we heard your dulcet tones." "You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, NAME, let it all out," “There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.” — George and Fred Weasley

128 “I don't think you're a waste of space.” — Dudley Dursley

129 “Yeah, but coming from NAME that's like ‘I love you.’” — Harry Potter

130 “The point is, if we find out you’ve been horrible to NAME —” “— and make no mistake, we’ll hear about it.” — Arthur Weasley and Remus Lupin

131 “What you fear most of all is-fear.” —Remus Lupin

132 “There’s a bigger cause out there. It’s bigger than any of us here. But we stick together, all right? We stick together and look out for each other. Because you four are all I’ve got left. And I’m not going to see you die. Forever alive, all right? We’re not going to die." -Sirius Black

133 “Thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?” “We are, NAME.” — Severus Snape and Lily Potter

134 “NAME was scowling at him/her, but NAME refused to be judged by a cat.”

135 “I don’t know everything about life and marriage and happiness. But I do know what love is. And I do know that when love is real, and when love is in its strongest form, it is the most powerful thing on this earth. It kills, saves lives, heals wounds, and most of all, brings hope. That is what you have done for me, NAME. You have brought me hope." — James Potter

136 “I'm sorry too, that I will never know him/her ... but he/she will know why I died and I hope he/she will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he/she could live a happier life." — Remus Lupin

137 “I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!” — Harry Potter

138 “You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” — Albus Dumbledore

139 “He/She must have known I'd want to leave you." “No, he/she must have known you would always want to come back.” — Ron Weasley and Harry Potter

140 “You think I'm a fool?" “No, I think you're like NAME, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his/her friends.” — Harry Potter and Remus Lupin

141 “You’re less like your father/mother/etc than I thought. The risk would’ve been what made it fun for NAME.” — Sirius Black

142 “The battle is always the same, just with different chapters.”

143 “I will if you go out with me, NAME.” — James Potter

144 “Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.” — Albus Dumbledore

145 “We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, NAME, but battle on." — Albus Dumbledore

146 “Eat, you'll feel better." — Remus Lupin

147 “Training for the ballet, NAME?” — Draco Malfoy

148 “You’re a fool, NAME, and you will lose everything.” — Voldemort

149 “There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it.” — Voldemort

150 “What if I don't care?" “I care. How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral ...and it was my fault ...” — Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter

151 “Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.”

152 “I have seen your heart, and it is mine.” — Voldemort

153 “What is it about my presence in your home that displeases you, NAME?” “Nothing — nothing, my Lord!” “Such lies, NAME . . .” — Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy

154 “Come out, NAME ... come out and play, then it will be quick it might even be painless I would not know I have never died.” — Voldemort

155 “Do nothing! He's/She’s mine to finish! He's /She’s mine!” — Voldemort

156 “They never learn. Pity.” — Voldemort

157 “Invite him inside, NAME. Where are your manners?” — Voldemort

158 “As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, NAME, I must be the one to kill NAME.” — Voldemort

159 “Oh, he/she knows how to play, little bitty baby NAME.” — Bellatrix

160 “I don't like to be kept waiting!” — Bellatrix (Hermione)

161 “Ah, shut up, NAME, yeh great prune.” — Hagrid

162 “You think it - wise - to trust NAME with something as important as this?" “I would trust NAME with my life.” — McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore

163 “It unscrews the other way.” — Professor McGonagall

164 “They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot.” — Professor McGonagall

165 “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, NAME." — Professor McGonagall

166 “"I – I didn't think –" “That is obvious." — Harry Potter and Professor McGonagall

167 “Why is it when something happens, it is always you three?” — Professor McGonagall

168 “NAME, that was foolish!" "He spat at you.” — Professor McGonagall and Harry Potter

169 “NAME – you're here! What –? How –?" — Professor McGonagall

170 “I didn't want anyone to talk to me.” "Well, that was a bit stupid of you.” — Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

171 “Are you really giving us permission to do this?” “Yes, NAME.” “Blow it up? Boom?” “BOOM!” Neville Longbottom and Professor McGonagall

172 “That's the spirit, now away you go.” — Professor McGonagall

173 “NAME, take NAME with you. He/She looks far too happy over there.” — Professor McGonagall

174 “Do nothing? Offer him/her up as bait? NAME is a boy/girl/child! Not a piece of meat!” — Professor McGonagall

175 “That was bloody brilliant!” — Ron Weasley

176 “May I offer you a cough drop, NAME?” — Professor McGonagall

177 “Things at NAME are far worse than I feared." — Dolores Umbridge

178 “You know, I really hate children." — Dolores Umbridge

179 “I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends." — Dolores Umbridge

180 “The time has come for answers, whether he/she wants to give them or not." — Dolores Umbridge

181 “Deep down, you know that you deserve to be punished. Don't you, NAME?" — Dolores Umbridge

182 “I WILL have order!" — Dolores Umbridge

183 “What NAME doesn't know won't hurt him/her." — Dolores Umbridge

184 “As I told you NAME, naughty children deserve to be punished.” — Dolores Umbridge

185 “NAME, do something. Tell them I mean no harm.” “I'm sorry, NAME. But I must not tell lies.” — Harry Potter and Dolores Umbridge

186 “And that, boys/girls, is why you should never go on looks alone.”

187 “NAME, listen ...” [quietly] “I can’t be involved with you any more. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?” — Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

188 “It’s been like ... like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you. But I can’t ... we can’t ... I’ve got things to do alone now.” — Harry Potter

189 “When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love."

190 “You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!” — Albus Dumbledore

191 “NAME’s man/woman through and through, aren’t you NAME?” “Yeah I am. Glad we straightened that out.”

192 “He/She accused me of being NAME’s man/woman through and through.” “How very rude of him/her.” “I told him/her I was.”

193 “He/She will only be gone from PLACE when none here are loyal to him/her.” — Harry Potter

194 “Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself.” — Harry Potter

195 “One can never have enough socks.” — Albus Dumbledore

196 “People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than right.” — Albus Dumbledore

197 “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” — Albus Dumbledore

198 “The best of us sometimes eat our words.” — Albus Dumbledore

199 “Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.” — Hermione Granger

200 “Don’t you tell me what to do, NAME!” — Hermione Granger

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wendimydarling · 4 years ago

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Hiii, If you feel comfortable of course, I'd like to know how was your pregnancies. Where they calm? Complicated? How did you dealt with them? Did you always wanted children? Just your overall experience 😊🤗

HI!!! Oh this is a fun question, I’ll be happy to answer! This is gonna get long so I’ll put it under a cut!

So starting info: I have two children, Sis is seven and Bubba is five. I have always wanted children, ever since I was five years old and got my first actual babydoll. It’s in my blood, I’m phenomenal with children, and my body was designed for it, shaped for it even. My mother always called it “those child-rearin’ hips”. 😂

Now the background of meeting the hubs in case you haven’t read: we met in 2011, got engaged in 2011, got married in 2012, got pregnant in 2012. We weren’t playin’, y’all. 😬 So anywho, my pregnancy with Sis was fairly smooth sailing up until the end; my morning sickness with her was minor, it lasted from 5 weeks to 13 weeks but I only threw up maybe three times? The rest was just occasional bouts of minor nausea, and I had no other complaints besides my wisdom teeth finally erupting.

Around 34 weeks she tried to come out early; I was having minor twinges that didn’t really hurt, they just didn’t feel right, so to the hospital I went. Sure enough, I was having contractions that they struggled to stop. I was kept overnight for observation once they got the contractions to stop (it’s basically a shot they give you and they had to administer it thrice), given steroids to help baby’s lungs develop, and then sent home on mild pelvic rest for three weeks, aka sit down all the time unless you have to use the bathroom and NO sex.

We thought we were gonna have a thanksgiving baby... NOPE. Little Miss got offended that we didn’t want to meet her yet, so she stayed put until two days before her due date. 🙄 Cue 12 hours of walking to get me to progress enough to where we could go to the hospital. I had wanted a natural delivery but her head was tilted at a slight angle and caused back labor instead of typical labor, and I was in so much pain my body was shaking by four cm dilation. Epidural it is! I slept then, and she was born the next day around 4pm. I pushed for three hours, the epidural wore off, and I had a second degree tear. All worth it to see that tiny bundle I’d waited for my whole life. ❤

My son was a different story. He was conceived when Sis was about 15 months old, and his pregnancy was NOT fun, not in the slightest. I had fewer weeks of morning sickness with him, only from about 8-11 weeks, but they were HELL. I was nauseous all day, every day for three weeks. I hated it. I had heartburn with him from about 22 weeks on so I had to limit my diet and go on additional daily medication, and he rode so low that my sciatica was thrown into over drive.

Now see, he tried to make his appearance EARLY. I first went into labor with him at about 24ish weeks? It was minor, but to this day I cannot tell you the plot of the movie Interstellar, I was too busy counting contractions and freaking out. Fortunately they subsided, and we went on our merry way.

Then came 36 weeks. I went into labor again at the same time that I got the stomach flu. Real deal labor. My husband was in the city at a football game for work, so my Mother-in-Law came over and packed me a hospital bag while I was puking my guts out. The contractions had stopped by the time my hubs got home, so I opted for sleep and would go to the hospital in the morning if they came back.

They came back. This was different than Sis’s labor though, the contractions wrapped all the way around my belly and they felt manageable. I drove myself to the hospital after my Sis-in-Law came over to babysit, and went from being dilated from a 2 to a 4 in the space of an hour. Unfortunately, because he was only 36 weeks, he had what they jokingly refer to as “white boy lung syndrome”, which is simply that Caucasian males’ lungs do not develop as fast as girls or as other races, and so he needed to cook a little longer. Steroids again, halted labor again, pelvic rest AGAIN. Goddamn, the things I did for these babies. 😂

That lasted not quite two weeks and then I went into labor AGAIN on Christmas Eve. Just make it through the family events, child... you can be born tomorrow. Labor stopped again, and you’re about to find out why. We ended up at my 38 week appointment which was a few days after Christmas; I was dilated to a 5, 100% effaced, I was halfway there, dammit. Natural delivery, here I come! NOPE. My doc is feelin’ around and I could see concern on her face and I’m like wtf talk woman, and she says “Huh. I don’t feel his head.”

WUT.

I go in for an immediate ultrasound and sure ‘nuff, my ridiculous child is butt first, hence why labor never continued. 🤦‍♀️ So that afternoon they attempted an ECV (which I don’t wish upon my worst enemy, that is the most excruciating pain in my life), he wouldn’t flip, and I went into labor AGAIN. My doc made the executive decision to go ahead and pull him before my water broke and he got stuck or further risks occurred, and I agreed.

I was rushed to an emergency C-section which prep for is supposed to take two hours? They did it in one. Surgery itself is supposed to take an average of 45 minutes? They did it in 22. He was born around 9pm the same size as his sister, and had some slight breathing difficulties but by his second APGAR test he was fine.

So yeah, those are my birth stories! Thank you for letting me talk about them, I love my children with all my heart and I’d go through it all again if it meant getting to be their mother. I’d go through pregnancy again too if any of my closest friends needed a surrogate; I really didn’t mind being pregnant. ❤

#ask wendi #birth stories

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roraruu · 5 years ago

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wip: eyes on target

an old one that i polished up bc HAAAAA FAYBIN RIGHTS

“You watchin’ kid?”

Tobin snaps back to attention as Python steps in front of his gaze. His cheeks heat furiously with a blush. His arrow nocks against the indent on his bow, sliding down and falling to the ground. Tobin swoops down to pick it up. “I asked you a question.” He glances up, the elder towering over him with an unimpressed look across his normally-tired face.

Shit, Tobin thinks to himself, doing his best to make the blush on his face fade. He puts the arrow back into his quiver, standing at full height. His grip tightens around the handle of his bow. “I was watching.” He says as politely as he can. Something about Python tries his nerves, be it his apathy or his incorrigible nature. He’s supposed to mentor him, show him how to become a better archer, but majority of the time Python is telling him to go piss up a rope.

“Then what was I doin’?” He challenges.

He scrambles for something, anything that will convince the archer that he’s focused on their lesson. He spies a tin of beeswax and a spool of extra string nearby. “You were just showing me how to restring a bow.” He says, forcing confidence.

He makes a loud eh!, throwing his thumb down. “Wrong kid!” He says. “You haven’t watched for a damn second. I’m working for nothing.”

“I’m sorry.” Tobin says. He stands straighter, his eyes flickering to the ground.

“Sorry doesn’t give me back the half hour of my life that I just spent on you.” He says bitterly. Tobin’s gaze flickers back to it’s original spot as he speaks. The elder frowns, following his gaze. “What were you even staring at...”

Tobin quickly turns his eyes to the ground again, trying to find something of note to focus on. But he’s too late. Python’s gaze is set on Clair and Faye and their winged mounts, locked in training. Clair stands, calling out for Faye to steady her hand and mind. Faye is astride her pegasus, her back curved ever so slightly as she hauls her arm back and throws the weapon, landing below her target. A look of realization comes over Python’s face as he practically rips the bow out of Tobin’s hand and turns away.

“H-Hey!” Tobin goes to argue, “I can focus, I know I can, just give me another chance,“ he pleads.

“You don��t get another chance kid.”

“Python, you’re supposed to—“

“I’m not supposed to be babysittin’ you if that’s what you were going to say.” He says. Tobin’s shocked at how easily he goes from disinterest to disdain. For once in his life, Python is giving a shit and of course it’s the worst moment for poor Tobin. His eyes widen as the elder steps past him, a frown on his lips. “If you’re going to waste the lesson mooning over—“

“Please stop,” Tobin says as sternly as he can.

He ignores him, pointing a gloved finger towards the young ladies and their steeds. “—Over pegasus knights rather than the enemy before you, I’m not going to waste my time.” He says, stringing the additional bow over his chest.

“I wasn’t mooning—“ he argues as quietly as he can. Python’s loudness has garnered the attention of Clair, who looks over her shoulder with a raised brow. He lowers his voice even further.

“Fine, staring at the knights. That better?” Python japes bitterly, voice growing louder.

“Python, please.” He begs. His cheeks flush in embarrassment as he lowers his head.

“Keep your head in the clouds, and you’ll sooner shoot her in the back than in the heart.” He warns, looping the other bow around his back this time. Faye and Clair have stopped their lesson, glancing over to them. Tobin stares at the ground, face burning and fists clenching as he glances towards the two again. They look up as Python walks off, leaving Tobin to flush bitterly and kick up dust as he leaves the training field.

—

Tobin finds Python with Forsyth after the meal. They’re sitting out at the edge of camp. There’s a fine view of rolling Zofian meadows that used to be farmers’ fields. The soil is too barren to grow now and what used to be crop space is now nothing more than a large grass meadow. An unwanted fallow covers the land—no villagers wish to plant grain or vegetables that will be trampled by cavalry and infantry. The sky is clear, twinkling stars lighting up the dim night. There’s a lantern between the two and a bottle of ale at Python’s fingertips. Alcohol is forbidden amongst the Deliverance—or at least, heavily frowned upon unless it’s in the hands of the holy and offered to Mila’s servants. If they’re trying to hide it from others, they’re doing a shit job. Tobin thinks.

Forsyth’s loud and chipper voice dies down as he notices Tobin’s shadow. The knight leans closer. “Python, I think you have a visitor—“

The archer is stretched out against a log, arms across the bark. He cranes his head around, a smarmy smile on his face. “Oh there she is, the angel visiting us sinners—“ his voice dies down as he notices Tobin.

“It’s not Lady Silque.” Forsyth says with a short laugh. Python’s smile turns to a frown as he turns away from the villager.

“Can I talk to you?” Tobin asks. He’s pleased by the slip-up on Python’s part, but it’s not enough to quell the annoyance from embarrassing him.

Python’s got the bottle of ale in his hand and a frown on his face. “I’m off duty kid.” He says gruffly.

“Python, our job is to mentor—“ Forsyth warns, spiralling into a short lecture on the importance of questions and being open to helping at all times. Python rolls his eyes, his fingers and thumb moving along to the lecture he’s heard thousands of times.

Forsyth finishes, sitting tall and proud as if he’s actually gotten through that thick skull. Python throws back another drink of his ale. “Fine.” He says, forcing a smile that looks more strained than sincere. “What do you want Tobin?”

“I need to speak privately. Sorry.” He says, glancing to Forsyth, who is already on his feet.

“Say no more. I’ll go see if Lady Silque needs help.” He says. Then, with a little smirk says, “I’ll give her your regards.”

“Tell her I’ll be seeing her tonight.” Python calls, waving the bottle in the air.

“You better not be!” Forsyth warns sternly, he turns away beginning the short walk back to their encampment.

The archer chuckles lowly before glancing to Tobin. He lays further back against the log, staring off into the night sky. “What do you want?” He asks.

“I’m sorry about practice today.”

“Are you?” Python challenges, glancing to him. “Because you don’t look like it. You look like you’re a kid who got caught stealing goodies.”

Tobin scoffs, regretting the idea to apologize. “You know, you can be such an asshole sometimes. Like today.”

“That makes two of us.”

Tobin frowns. “Why were you so short during the lesson?” He asks, crossing his arms. “I’m every bit as strong as you and yet you’re treating me like an idiot. I know how to take aim, I know how to shoo—“

Python interrupts, a harsh gaze narrowing on him. “Because while I have talent, you’ve got focus.” He says, tipping the bottle back. “And it’s not on the bow in your hands.”

“It is!” He argues. “I’m focused, I can handle myself—“

“Then how come you were staring at Clair and Faye the entire session?” He demands, placing the bottle on the ground and crossing his arms. “I could’ve sworn I saw a puddle of drool at your feet. No girl thinks that’s cute.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” He scoffs, glancing away.

“Ha! You speak like I haven’t seen my share of girl problems.” The elder says. He juts a thumb at himself.

“Who would date you?”

“Who said I dated them?” He retorts with a smarmy smirk.

Tobin internally gags, thinking of poor Silque dealing with this drunk bastard. “You’re despicable.”

“True love doesn’t exist kid.” He says, pointing a finger at him. “And it’s not worth losing your life over. If you don’t put your training first, you’ll be dead on the battlefield and she won’t give a damn.”

Tobin stays quiet. “You speak from experience?”

“Maybe.”

There’s a silence that follows as Python tilts back the bottle again. A frown crosses Tobin’s lips as Python speaks again, this time a tiny bit softer. “You gotta work this out though. You can’t go riskin’ your neck just for a glance at a girl.”

“Do I have to?” He says, face scrunching up at the thought of exchanging gossip with his mentor.

“It’ll help.” Python says. “And I won’t judge. That much...”

He lets out a sigh, lowering himself onto the log. Python‘s arm stretches out, holding the bottle between his fingertips and taps it against Tobin’s knee. He hesitates for a second before taking it, swirling the ale around for a second as he thinks. He takes a drink, relishing the bitter barley taste on his tongue.

“So lay it down. Which one of them has your fancy?” The elder asks before leaning forwards. “Unless they both do—“

“Gods no.” He says, almost sputtering out the alcohol. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, regretting the decision to talk with Python. The elder holds his hand out for the bottle.

“Who then?”

Tobin shifts nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. His mentor, asking a question on which girl he admired more. A disgusting man, who is trying to bond with him over women. A bond is a bond, Tobin thinks, staying quiet.

“Should I guess then?” Python asks, rubbing his chin in false thought. “Probably Clair. You and the other rugrat have that competition going on right? Word of warning, she is annoying. Won’t shut the hell up unless her brother tells her to. Maybe let your sucker of a friend have her—”

“It’s not Clair.” Tobin says quickly. He covers his face with his hands.

Python’s brow raises as he leans towards him. “Faye?” He asks in disbelief.

“What?” Tobin says. “She’s my friend and lately I’ve been worried about her...”

“Riiiiight. Worried about her.” Python nods, taking another sip of the ale. “Be honest... are you getting jealous over her and Alm?”

“No.” He says, face flushed. He feels like a child, spilling the beans on something so personal.

“Oh so you’re okay with being second choice?” He asks.

“No.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know why she’s so head over heels for him, I just wish it were different, but it’s not so.”

“Why is she like that then?” He asks, intrigued by the gossip. He passes him the bottle. Instead of drinking, Tobin just swirls it around slowly, focusing on the circular movements.

“When we were kids, a knight visited our village. He wasn’t the good kind either.”

“There’s a good kind of knight?” Python japes.

“Anyways, Alm saved her from being taken captive,” Tobin says. “I... I might’ve gotten us into that situation for the record.”

Python lets out a harsh laugh. “Then I don’t blame her for looking past you.” He says.

“Gee thanks.” Tobin says sarcastically.

“So you’re childhood friends? You older than her? She might like a guy who can take care of her.” Python suggests.

“She’s a year older than me. And you’ve seen her, she’s a demon!” He says.

Python hoists himself up onto the log, rolling his neck so it cracks. “She’s been there, like... everywhere.” Tobin says. “She used to horse around with us back when we were kids, and seeing her as a knight now is just... weird.”

Python nods before narrowing his gaze. “That it?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?” Python asks, brow furrowing. “Last battle you almost got hit twice because you were staring at the back of her head—“

“She’s pretty okay?!” He says. “Really pretty...”

“So you’ve got a thing for the weird girls who pine after guys and then don’t even acknowledge you.”

“Faye isn’t weird!”

“Easy stud.” Python says, holding his hands up. “Meant no harm.”

The younger archer hangs his head, taking another drink from the bottle. “Gods, this is embarrassing.”

“The feeling’s mutual kid.” Python says. “But I’m not about to train you if you can’t keep your focus on your target and not her bu—“ Tobin’s fierce glare stops him for a split second, but that aggravating annoyance resurfaces. “Backside.”

“What do you suggest then?”

“You have to work around these things.” He says. “Believe me, it’s tough but you’ll grow used to it.”

“Or else?”

“Or else you’ll be the one shooting down Faye.” He says, leaning over to swipe the bottle up.

“How do I work around them?” He asks.

“Two options. Maybe three if you’re adventurous.” Python says, holding up three fingers and wiggling the third. “The first you get over her.”

Tobin stares dumbly at him.

He shrugs. “Worth a shot. I hate young love. Fucking iron-clad.” He mutters. “Second, you get Alm to break her heart. She likes him right?”

“I think she’s still in love with him,” he says painfully.

“All he has to do is say no. She’d probably back off after that.” Python says. “She comes off as meek and polite enough, so it seems the best option,”

“What if I don’t wanna break her heart?” He asks, glancing to Python. “I don’t think I could do that to her. She’s my friend before anything else.”

Python smirks, clearly enjoying such scuttlebutt. “Number three which is only for brave souls...”

“I’m brave enough.” He insists, leaning towards the elder.

Python taps his nose. “You tell her how you feel.” He says as Tobin rests his elbows on his knees, hanging his head once again.

“She’d laugh in my face.” He whines.

“So?”

“So I’d be embarrassed!” Tobin says tiredly.

“Hey, it’s her loss if she doesn’t like you for you.”

“You sound like my Ma.”

“Listen,” Python says quietly, touching Tobin’s shoulder. “You know Faye right? What she likes and doesn’t?”

“I’ve got an idea.” He says.

“Would she laugh you off?”

“I don’t think so,”

“Then that’s enough right?” He asks, shrugging.

“Easy enough for you to say, all you have to worry about is making Silque blush. You don’t give a shit about anyone.” He says annoyedly. He takes another drink from the bottle, this time longer and headier.

“Hey, if heaven is real and speaks, she’d be the last one talkin.” Python says with a shrug.

The younger hands the rest of the bottle to Python, leaning towards him. “So is she your girl?”

He almost chokes on the ale, dropping it into the younger’s hands. “Gods no,” he says. Python snatches the bottle of ale from his hands, frowning. “Enough for you, lush.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tobin says under his breath.

“Listen to me, all you have to do is be honest with her. Go at your own pace.” Python says.

Tobin nods. “Yeah whatever.”

Another bout of silence falls as Python raises the bottle to his lips and finishes it off. He sits up, hauling his arm back as far as he can and throws it into the meadow. It rolls off, out of their line of sight. Tobin glances up, looking expectantly for shattered pieces.

Python nudges his shoulder. “C’mon, what are you going to say,” he asks.

“What?” Tobin asks.

“Out with it. What are you going to say to Faye?” Python asks. “A part of archery is knowing your stance and your target. Think of it that way.“

��What do you want to pretend you’re her?”

“No idiot,” he says. “What would you say to Faye if she were—here.”

His face blanches, glancing up behind him. Tobin doesn’t notice the silent footsteps or light pink dress of the Pegasus knight. Python avoids her gaze, telling her to go with his eyes.

Idiot. She doesn’t listen, only stares on with continued worry and confusion. She’s too headstrong to turn around, instead taking another threatening step forwards. Python hides a smirk as Tobin rambles.

“I don’t know... probably that she’s really pretty and that she’s always on my mind? Is that stupid? Weird?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably is. Wait, no. I should tell her that I really care about her. That I like her the way she is...” Python hides behind his hand, shaking his head. “What?! Is that too cheesy? Too dorky?” Tobin asks asks. “Python c’mon, don’t leave me hanging—“ “Tobin?” His blood freezes for a second before boiling. His gaze narrows on Python who pretends to stretch. “Well I think I’m going to go see our favourite healer now,” He says quickly, winking at the younger of the two. “Eyes on the target, stud.”

#ru writes #wip #tobin #python #faye #LETS HOPE THAT THIS SENDS FAYE TO MEEEEE

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scarletknightreterns · 5 years ago

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Serious Conversations

“Ardyn, can I ask a question? It might be one that’s... stepping over the line, really...” not that she could care, really. This was a rather strange... evening, really. Enjoying the mall scoop of vanilla ice cream while looking over the gentle, blazing waters from a balcony over the streets of Altissia. Sunsets where the perfect time for serious conversations.

The self-dressed, red haired, man hummed patiently, golden eyes burrowing down upon her skull with a venom most potent. “I cannot judge it to be ‘crossing the like’ unless you say it, dear.”

Of course. She sighed, tentatively popping the cherry into her mouth, caring less for the melted remains of the ice cream. His eyes where venom, and yet his voice was angelic- a very strange dynamic. What was this world coming to... She cut to the chase, grey hair pulled back into her usual ponytail. “What’s your story?” Not the original question she had wished to ask...

His grin, she couldn’t see; she could feel it, tho. Evil and amused. Not one she hadn’t seen before from the man. It was the one warning anyone could receive before the worst happened, only most where fools and looked past his psychosis altogether... not considering him to be a perfect mastermind.

“Oh my, what have we here? Are you falling for what you wish I could be? Sorry, dear, you are a little too young for me.”

“Oh shut the hell up, idiot.” A warning growl before she drank the melted ice cream and tossed the cup into the nearest trash can. “Gods forbid I say this... You are not all that bad, Izunia. Not when you’re actually in a good mood. Makes me wonder how someone like you could become so... twisted.” A strong hand on her shoulder should have been warning enough for her to end there, but stubborn like she was, she didn’t. “But I’m twisted too. Which makes me question what happened to you...- Well, actually, I already know. What I WOULD like to know... is why someone so pure had to die.”

The grip tightened even more to the point of being near painful, until it slackened and pulled away. She knew she had struck a nerve, and she turned around. His aged face was still fairly decent looking, and when not twisted into a maniacal grin and mischievous eyes, he could be considered one blessed by the Gods- but she knew that was far from the case now. He looked shocked that he had been so easily found out. Of course there where documents- evidence- explaining his appearance and state of power in the Empire... how did she get her hands on them. “What are you talking about?!” His demand did not go unheard.

“Ardyn Lucis Caelum.... That is your real name, I know...” she frowned, almost in a mourning for what this man had been through.... “Don’t mistake my words for ‘trust’. I don’t. I still have very little tolerance for you... but you can be ‘nice’, at times... and it’s a shame that that’s only a facade.” She raised her eyebrows, nibbling the stem of the cherry like a blade of grass before removing it and dropping it, where it slipped through a crack and fell down into the waiters below.

“I might be twisted, but I have chosen to let go of my pain and anguish thanks to you,” Riju had no idea what she was doing. Luna would FREAK if she found out she was having this conversation with the Usurper himself. “Granted, I would still kill my mother if given the opportunity, and you being a ‘friend’ of her gives me little reason at all to trust you. But even if ‘I’ where locked away for 2,000 years, I wouldn’t seek revenge after her descendants.”

His eye twitched, and she almost felt like smirking, but held her face neutral. “So why is it, then? Why do you have a hate for Noctis when he didn’t even do you any harm? It was Somnus- your brother- who hurt you... Yet you take things one step forward and assume the distraction of all of Eos.”

He stumbled backwards, his breathing becoming erratic, like he had been shocked to the system and struggled to breathe. She knew better. He was angry. It was clear by the grimace of his face and clenching of his teeth. “How dare you claim to understand me... The pain you went through is HARDLY the ample amount of time to understand how ‘I’ feel! You wish you can gain favour by tormenting me?! Bringing up these godforsaken memories...?”

“I don’t understand you. Not one bit. I don’t understand how you LET yourself die. Spiritually. Mentally. You cured people of the Starscourge, only to give yourself it over time... I’m sure your only or wish is to make everyone suffer like how you did, so you’re feelings are heard; understood... So that how rotten you feel inside can be validated by the deeds you would do. I have a wish, too... but I doubt it can come true.”

Ardyn, ignoring her for the most part, staggered forward until his hands braced against the rails, golden eyes glaring out into the... accursed beauty of the world. A world he had been banished from. He motioned towards her indirectly, most of his anger shoved back, but not quelled “And what is your wish...? Now that you know mine... might it be best to share yours; after all, if it cannot come true...”

“I wish I could save you from the scourge rotting away at your mind and heart-“ his breathing hitched. “...But I fear that’s impossible... Your hatred runs too deeply.”

Well, it was getting late, and she had every intention to disappear and find Luna and her brother again, before all enemies resumed bitting at each others necks.

Leaving Ardyn here was hardly an issue for her. “Aera loved you... died for you... but she did not wish this for you.”

“How?!” He spun around, screaming at her with fury and anguish mixed together from the mere sound of his old beloved’s name spoken once again by someone... who knew when all others had forgotten. “How do you know about me?! About Aera?! About Somnus?! TELL ME!!”

She calmly pivoted around, pale eyes staring deep into golden pools of pure wrath. “Visions; dreams; divine intervention. Damn the gods, truly, some things I needn’t have seen.”

#oc #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv imagines #ffxv #Story #villian talking to villian #Is it obvious I sort of sympathize with him after watching his DLC?

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fae-fucker · 5 years ago

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Zenith: Chapter 45-48

Chapter 45

Nor is floating in a super sci-fi space carriage over the last remaining “wealthy” city on Xen Ptera, which is apparently so garbage only a few people have roofs over their heads. She thinks about how much she loves her people and how she’s doing this for them, except she purposefully floats just out of reach of their poor-people hands and throws food and “med kits” at them so they’ll follow.

Darai is very confused by this, because Shinsay desperately need Nor to seem complex and intelligent. She compares her people to an [incidental space animal] she got from her father as a child.

“I fed it,” she explained. “Give a pet food, Darai, and it will do anything to stay by your side. Starve it or beat it, and it will begin to fear your very existence, only coming out of hiding in the moments when you have something to give and it to take.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

[...]

“The people of Xen Ptera are my responsibility now. But more than that, they are my soldiers, and I wish for them to follow me always. No matter how dark the path I choose to walk upon.”

Yes, this makes so much sense. First you let your people starve and get radiation poisoning, but then you throw scraps at their feet and obviously peasants are food-motivated like kittens and will absolutely do as you say.

Except this doesn’t make any fucking sense for many, many reasons.

1) Darai complains about the fact that these rations are used for scientists and soldiers. Which he’s right about. If Nor has an army and scientists, those people tend to be far more useful in, say, a war, than a bunch of mutated and starving peasants.

2) I dunno if Shinsay have read any history ever, but when large masses of people get hungry, they don’t just sit there, they turn on the few people in power who still have food and resources. These peasants would turn on Nor the moment someone else provided better food. I’m just saying that Nor’s neck accessory wouldn’t be a spiked collar but a guillotine.

3) Don’t you have that Zenith stuff? The stuff that can make people into brainwashed robots with a single drop? Release that shit into the atmosphere and save your food and “med kits” for the few actually crucial people who need it.

3.5) If you’re only going to use it on enemies to convert them, why bother with your people in the first place? Despite what Nor is claiming, her “love” for her people is token at best and her priority lies in revenge, not recovery.

4) Also it’s so transparent that they only wrote this to make Nor look smart, because they purposefully made Darai into an idiot who doesn’t understand basic concepts when he previously was written as an older, intelligent advisor.

Nor arrives at the old palace ruins and it’s all very sad and angsty, complete with special Backstory Flowers that used to Bloom but Don’t Anymore because the Environment got Too Tragic, and flashbacks to that time her hand and also her dad were crushed under rubble. We find out that the crowd gathered here are just “thousands” of people, and Nor refers to them as her “army.” Okay.

Nor gets stage fright when the crowd is silent and doesn’t instantly love her because she has the confidence of a highschooler asking someone out to prom, and decides to snap her golden hand off to prove to her people that she’s “their equal,” which works for some reason even though the narration acknowledges it as a lie.

Obviously starving people seeing this LITERALLY GOLDEN woman who just shat out a bunch of free food from her floating carriage will definitely 100% swallow her little speech about how they have to take revenge. Even the mothers holding up their starving infants! We all know people who are starving want revenge before a sandwich. The blood of my enemies? I call it vengeance ketchup.

She shows Zenith to the crowd which they totally understand what it is right away from afar and how it works and what it has to do with literally anything.

“Remember, Xen Pterrans, and never forget, that even the stars can bleed!”

The royal entourage pack up and Nor says she wants a crown forged for herself because “every queen needs one” and:

“I want to wear it while we feast on the galaxy’s bones.”

Cool.

Chapter 46

We’re in Lira’s POV while she’s doing what she does best: moping off on her own. I guess she’s not very special in that regard. She’s thinking about how she loves to fly because the sky has no limits and the ground is confusing. Aight.

The gang seems to have gotten off without any punishment for crashing into a village and are now staying at the very center of power of Adhira, this mountain palace called Rhymore. It’s very pretty and yadda yadda, I skipped 90% of the description because literally whomst careth.

One important detail to keep in mind is that we find out varillium, the glass-like substance that the Marauder is made of is, like M. Night Shyamalan’s movie starring Bruce Willis, unbreakable. You know, which is why they need those metal shields around the damn thing. Thanks guys, this makes total sense.

Lira looks into an “eyeglass” and sees literally all of Adhira like a tiny map. Either Shinsay are confused about what a telescope does, or they’re flat-earthers. And yeah, she literally sees cities, waterfalls, rainforests, deserts ... This is after we’ve established she’s in a mountainous area.

All the descriptions read like screensavers and are just as relevant to the story so I’ll just skip them.

Lira is ambushed by her twin brother Lon, who is the owner of that sarcastic soul we’ve heard so much about.

He was at least a head taller than her now, his pale blue arms rippling with muscle, spreading up into a thick neck and strong shoulders.

This description bothers me and I don’t know why.

The conversation quickly turns all mopey and Lon says Lira has abandoned her people and himself, to which she replies she was only protecting him from WHAT SHE’S BECOME (wake me up inside). We then get a random infodump about how the Adhiran queen is super great and loving and a perfect leader. Not perfect enough to abdicate the throne but I don’t think Shinsay thought that far. Monarchy good if monarchs good, obviously.

Lon is all “ur still my sister until the mountain falls uwu” and Lira is like “omg stop guilt-tripping meee” and we’re informed there’s gonna be a “peace festival” soon that celebrates the end of the war against Xen Ptera. How convenient that their ship would randomly malfunction right before this event. :)

Lira says she wants to tell him only the good stuff of what’s happened while she was away and says that she’s been using Moon Chew, which is Bad for Reasons, and she knows Lon uses it too but keeps it a secret from the queen aka their aunt. Lon asks about what “led” Lira to using it and I’m just baffled by the fact that we still don’t know what the fuck Moon Chew is or what it does, and why, if it’s something so terrible that one must be “led” to using it, they’re talking about it like it’s some unhealthy fast food their aunt frowns upon and not, say, a drug?

Anyway, Lira tells him of their adventures and it sounds way more interesting than anything we’ve read so far. Then we get this:

Lon always knew that Lira harbored a darkness in her soul. A little tug, a tiny whisper at the back of her mind, that led her to go above and beyond the pranks that Lon had always pulled while they were growing up here.

She’d fallen, not for a lover, but for the skies. For adventure.

She’d found a ship full of girls with their own affinity for darkness to mirror her own.

So I recently found out that there’s supposedly an “asexual” alien in the crew of the Marauder, and that member is apparently Lira. I think this idea is reinforced by the “fallen but not for a lover” line.

Framing her wanting to explore the world on her own and go her own way, comparing it to falling in love but not with another person but with a concept, as a darkness in her soul?

Not a good look.

Anyway, Lon decides after all this time that apparently Lira was always meant to fly and tells her that her aunt wants to see her.

This is plot?

Chapter 47

We’re in Valen’s POV. He wakes up and is in pain but not enough to avoid noticing that he’s in a fluffy bed and outside there is [insert generic description of pretty place here] and it’s so pretty he could never paint it, because he’s a painter and he can’t relate anything in his life to anything but painting.

The Adhiran queen is there and she’s very pretty. She asks him about the last thing he remembers, which is Nor, and it sends him into a ... flashback? Basically he starts freaking out that this isn’t real and they sedate him again and the last thing he sees is

[...] Androma Racella leaning forward from the shadows across the room, half of her face aglow as sunlight spilled across her skin like paint.

You know, because he’s a painter!

Chapter 48

We’re back with Lira, who starts the second chapter like she started the previous one, complaining about how being planetside is the worst. Yep, we get it. It’s the worst. Cuz she’s a pilot.

Painters be painting. Pilots be piloting. If your characters don’t constantly refer back to their one defining characteristic, how will be able to tell them apart?

Anywho, Lira finally gets to the queen.

Alara was beautiful in every sense of the word, inside and out. She had a lithe frame, perfectly proportioned, and no scales on her skin.

PERFECTLY PROPORTIONED

What in the everloving fuck does that even mean? :’) Probably just means she’s skinny.

And of course she has no scales, only evil people and/or “morally grey” people can have imperfections. How do we know someone is good unless they have flawless skin?

Lira had always admired Alara’s beauty, but it paled in comparison to the woman’s intelligence.

Shinsay, slapping us all with a big purple dildo: THIS IS FEMINISM.

“She’s absolutely good and perfect and INTELLIGENT because women don’t have to be pretty to be smart and we totes value things other than beauty, but let us constantly describe how absolutely fucking DICK-OUT-HOT this Generic Good Queen is, in case you ever doubted it.”

👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

And, yeah, Nor is also described as hot, but like, evil hot. Sexualized and sexual and dangerous and GASP OMG SHE HAS A GOLD HAND. GGQ straight up glows, that’s how good she is.

Generic Good Queen addresses Lira as “Lirana” which, yeah, ok, and we get this:

“I’ve just had a rather unfortunate conversation with Valen Cortas, the poor, tortured soul, so spare me whatever dramatic greeting you must have prepared.”

You know what? Maybe Generic Good Queen ain’t so bad after all.

YOU TELL HER, GGQ.

#eff reads: zenith

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caramell0w · 7 years ago

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Soulsearcher

Parings: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki is finally able to show his true self to you

A/N: This was submitted to me by my friend Lis and I am happy to host it. This is the first time she has written a fanfic; but she did a fantastic job on this! Please support her and leave lots of love!

Word Count: 2.3k

Here is the link to her: Masterlist

10 years ago:

“Come on Y/N, once more, show me your fondest memory,” Queen Frigga demanded.

You tried to focus but your brain was fried after hours of training. Your H/C lay in two boxer braids on your shoulders, held together with intertwining green ribbons. Your brow furrowed and you inhaled sharply as you felt the well known power stir. It didn’t shoot out as it usually did; the projection still appeared though.

It was the vaguest overlay of snow on Asgard; the crunching of snow beneath boots could be heard faintly. It was paper thin however and you could see the palace garden through the projection. The memory faded soon and you exhaled deeply.

“All right, I think that’s enough for now. I’ll see you at the gardens tomorrow, don’t be late,” Queen Frigga boomed.

You quickly nodded and ran off towards your quarters in the castle. You were a princess by blood, although you weren’t exactly a girly-girl. You preferred warrior training, or training your powers with the Queen over tending to your hair and make-up each morning.

You kept running; not really looking where you were going. You were simply too excited, and wanted to tell Sif how your training session had gone. You saw a large shadow appear in your peripheral but you couldn’t respond in time. Before you could react; you felt yourself flush against something solid, something metal, and something muscular?

Oh crap. You looked up very slowly to see two faces staring at you, one pair of green eyes and one pair of blue. The princes of Asgard; their gaze transfixed on your hands that were on their respective breast plates. You quickly dropped your hands to your sides and dropped into a small curtsey, you green gown flowing on the floor, and your face flushed.

“My princes, I-I’m so sorry, I did not see you there.”

Thor looked at you and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

“We noticed that, look out next time,” Loki murmured.

You were blushing by now, “I’m really sorry, my princes. I’ll leave you alone with the queen no…”

“Hang on, that is your apology?” Loki asked, looking a bit confused, one eyebrow raised at you. He tuts, shaking his head, “that won’t do…. how about-“ He lets an awkward pause fall, his index finger resting on his chin, deep away in thought. His icy blues staring into the garden and straight through you.

It took quite some time and by now you had assumed the worst. Maybe a weekend in the dungeons, cleaning the stables or worst of all: being Loki’s personal assistant. Meaning you’d have to be near him at all times; unless he was sleeping or going to the bathroom.

“You can explain to us what you were doing with our Mother,” Loki finished.

You looked up confused, but quickly masked it with small smile.

You nodded, “as you wish. I was practicing using my powers; I don’t fully understand them yet; making them harder to control. Queen Frigga was so kind as to help me better my powers. Maybe use it for good later on,” you ended in a soft whisper.

Thor was smiling, “Well, Lady- I’m sorry what was your name again?”

Loki smirked and answered before you had the chance to answer, “it’s Y/N. Mother just said it a minute ago brother, are you really that daft?” He sneered.

Thor grimaced, “Always so rough with words, Brother. It’s kinder to ask than to say it without her granting you permission to use it. Anyway, Lady Y/N, I’m sure Mother will be able to help you. She managed to help Loki even though Father and I always thought he was a hopeless case. You know, not having the warrior physique and all that.”

Did he really just say that? Thor could be so brutal sometimes when it concerned his brother. Lady Sif had told her about it, knowing how it hurt Loki, even if he won’t admit it. You steal a quick glance at Loki. Sure enough, she saw pain hidden in those emerald eyes at Thor’s harsh words.

He quickly masked it with a massive smirk and a loud smack to Thor’s arm, “says the man who couldn’t pronounce the name of his weapon until he came of age.”

Thor groans, “it’s was a tough set of syllables alright. Stop discussing it with every third person you meet.’’

Loki grinned. You cleared your throat, referring the attention back to you.

“Is that all you require, Prince Loki and Prince Thor? I would like to retire for the day; using my powers to this extent has exhausted me.”

Loki looks at you and he gives you a faint smile, “that will be all for now, Lady Y/N. Though I’d love to know more about your powers and how you came to be here on Asgard.”

You smiled, “you know where to find me, your majesty.” With that, you quickly picked up the bottom hem of your dress and quickly disappeared into the palace.

“See you around, Lady Y/N,” Thor called after you.

You went off to find your cousin Sif, maybe she could help you figure out the brothers, since she knew Thor so well. You didn’t see the two piercing green eyes that followed your every step.

“Brother? Why are you smiling like that?” Thor asked getting suspicious. “Did you replace my cape with a curtain again?”

Loki laughs, short and deep, “No brother, not today,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Ah, it must be because of Lady Y/N then,” Thor reasons.

“It’s not, and this conversation has now ended. Let’s go. It’s time for dinner,” he sneers.

“Of course brother,” Thor said, knowing by Loki’s reaction, he had touched upon the truth.

5 years later:

After that day, you and Loki kept getting closer. Sif and Thor were afraid at first that Loki might hurt you. They stopped worrying when they saw how much Loki cared for you and how you seemed to improve his mood and behavior whenever you’d come by. You could even project Loki’s fondest memories for him. Digging painlessly into his memory and showing him happier times; playing with Thor when he was younger and learning from Frigga, and of course, meeting you.

What you hadn’t expected was that he’d also come to you when he was extremely upset or angry. He would storm inside and pin your wrists in one hand, his eyes flaring, he would be towering over you. His actions fierce and threatening but his eyes would betray him. They would be glazed over, tears threatening to fall at any moment, in the corner of his eyes.

You knew he wouldn’t just tell you what was wrong; he was too proud for that. He didn’t want you to view him as weak. So, you would softly release your hands from his grasp and put your fingers on his temples. Using you powers to get to the root of the pain, projecting it in front of you both. You power surged as you felt the heaviness of this particular memory, not good. The projection was vivid and in bright color. Seems your training with the prince and the Queen had strengthened your powers, after all.

The projection was of Odin, telling Loki how he never truly belonged in Asgard, telling him of his true heritage, you saw Loki’s skin change color and his lovely green eyes turning into a deep crimson. It scared you but you weren’t going to let that show.

“Oh, Loki,” You said instead, your finger brushing his jawline gently. “I’m so sorry that happened to you; I will never betray you, I promise. I won’t run away. You’re not a monster and I could never be afraid of you. I’ll be here for you, always.”

He looked up at you, “Thank you Y/N; that means a lot right now.” He said softly, the breaking of his voice exposing his true feelings. Loki laid his head against yours whilst you placed your hand in his hair, rubbing it softly, using the other hand to wipe away the tears that fell.

“It’ll be alright, I promise,” You repeated to him until he finally believed it too.

You managed to keep him on the straight and narrow. Every waiver of his morale, you would set him straight. You took him for frequent trips to Midgard, where you had fallen in love with the forests, loving to roam and explore them freely, especially when you knew no one was watching. Loki’s gaze would be fixed on you and your childish enjoyment of nature but finding it endearing as well. You even took him to Jotunheim once; though it hurt him too much to face his past like that.

You were the one that convinced him you two should join the Avengers. His illusions and your projections would prove to be very useful for them. Whether it was for distracting enemies or confusing them; and maybe mentally torture them with rough memories from their past. You two were a dream team.

Loki trusted you fully and knowing he never had to explain himself when he was around you, was a very calming thought. But the latest projection when you touched him, concerned you. It was Loki, sitting on an icy throne, scepter in hand, with blue skin and deep crimson eyes. Loki had refused to show you his true form, arguing that you had seen enough already. You decided to drop the subject, for now.

Present:

It was finally here. The winter. You had always loved the winter; it reminded you of family, friends and coziness in general. Sadly, not everyone in the Stark tower shared your enthusiasm. Steve and Bucky got some minor PTSD whenever they’d be hit with snowballs or when they had to go through a snowstorm. Clint and Natasha would spend it together, ice skating, and drinking hot chocolate. Very cozy but also very secluded, away from the tower. Tony preferred to stay and work on ways to keep the tower and himself warm; you thought that was what a sweater and thick coat were for, but whatever.

You refrained from pulling Bruce into the snowball fights after the big guy showed up and used his arms as a snowplow, throwing a blizzard over the entire team last year. You skipped over to Loki’s chambers and gave three soft knocks.

“Who is it?”

“Thor,” you joked, talking in your deepest voice.

“Not up for it,” came the reply.

You smirked, “It’s me, you doofus.”

“Hello Love,” Loki replied. He transported you into his room and he stood in front of you.

“I have something to show you,” you smiled.

“Oh? What sort of thing?” He asked, a dark glint in his eye.

“Not that kind of thing. Oh stop pouting, you’ll like this surprise,” you promised, producing a blindfold from your back. “But, you’ll have to trust me fully and promise not to peek.”

Loki perked up, a smirk gracing his lips, “oh, darling are you sure we’re not thinking of the same thing?” He grinned.

You sighed and waited for him to calm down before saying, “come on, Loki; close your eyes. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Loki sighed, “Fine, but if this is a trick, you’ll regret it later.”

You felt a shiver going down your spine, that stupid voice of his. You hated and loved the control it could take over you. You slipped the blindfold over his head, keeping his hair from being caught between the strings. Next, you grabbed his hand and swung your left arm around his waist. He had no clue for how long you guys had walked until you finally pulled off the blindfold.

Loki squinted, his eyes adjusting to the bright light outside, before gasping in awe at the scene in front of him. You had led him into the middle of the forest. All the trees were frosted with snow, icicles hanging down rocks, reflecting the light and the small lake that was there was frozen over. No sign of any disturbance except for the boot prints you both left in the snow. It was a place that exuded serenity.

Loki stared at you for a long time. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks at his intense stare and gathered your thoughts before you spoke.

“I remembered when I projected that memory of you in Jotunheim, in a frozen kingdom. I wanted to show you that you don’t need to go to there to experience the beauty of ice and snow; it’s right here and it won’t just disappear. Neither will I. Show me your true form, Loki,” you said softly, fascinated as you saw his skin change to the same frosted color the ice was. Small ridges tracing his sharp face and arms. His eyes were the last to change into a deep crimson.

Loki held his breath and kept his hands to his side as he waited for your next move. You smiled, stepping forward, tracing the figures on his skin with your finger.

“Beautiful,” you whispered.

Loki released the breath he’d been holding, feeling relief wash over him. He quickly placed his hand in your hair before you could protest, and pulled you towards him. He kissed you deeply, intimately, putting all his feelings for you into the kiss. He kept holding you close and tugged on you gorgeous long H/C hair.

When you broke apart you were both out of breath. You started chuckling making Loki look up.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, feeling ridiculed. Hearing the anger behind his words, you placed your hand on his cheek.

You looked into his eyes and smiled, “this whole situation. How we met and how we learned to trust each other. How you’ve finally revealed your true form to me, after all this time. How you match the ice so beautifully, my prince. Most of all; how fate made our stories intertwine. I love you Loki.” You breathed against his lips, “All of you.”

Loki’s eyes turned back to their lovely green hue and he smiled, kissing you softly, “and I you, my princess.”

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lumiolivier · 3 years ago

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The Good Old Days Chapter 28: World's Greatest Wingman

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Just what I need. A good, long night at the office with my pain in the ass hermanita. Just a little something, something to clear my head. Yeah, I miss Vanessa. I’m going to. I love her. She’s an ocean away. That’s bound to happen. But for the sake of my o9wn sanity, I need to keep going. The world doesn’t stop turning because Vanessa’s in a different part of it. It just feels like it does. Still, I need to keep moving. March…It’s only until March.

“Morning, boss,” I walked into the Old Man’s office like I did every other night as if nothing happened. Everything’s fine. What do you mean, I seem different? Of course not. I’m fine, “What do I got today?”

“Necesitamos hablar, Francisco,” the Old Man got serious, “Siéntate.”

Oh, shit��Why did I have that same feeling I’d get when Mama had a wooden spoon in her hand? I did as he asked me and sat across from him. The Old Man taught me how to read people, but his face was written in Greek, “What’s up?”

“Your mother’s worried about you, Frankie,” the Old Man began, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“When isn’t she4?” I laughed him off, quietly praying this would be the end of it.

“Frankie…” he stood his ground, “You act like Sariña and I don’t talk. She asked me to keep an especially close eye on you tonight.”

“When did you talk to my mother?”

“When you weren’t even getting out of bed,” the Old Man growled, “You scared the shit out of her. At one point, she thought you were dead. At least until she noticed you were breathing again. Now, when I met you, kid, I never thought I’d ever ear your mother so scared. When I met that kid in the restaurant that night, I didn’t think anything could crush him more than working there. So, what did I do? Me being the kind-hearted Samaritan I am, I offered him a new home. Something a little more loving and nurturing than soul crushing. Talk to me, Frankie. What happened?”

“Vanessa’s gone,” I told him, probably being a little blunter than I needed to be. I knew he wasn’t going to let up, so I might as well, “She’s gone, Old Man. She left this morning for Italy and I’ve been a little depressed ever since.”

“I figured the girl had something to do with it,” he winced, “Shit…I’m so sorry, kid. That sucks. Tell you what. How about I give you the night off, so you can get your head right?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I shot him down, “I can shake it off for the sake of professionalism. No worries.”

“Not tonight,” the Old Man insisted, “You stick around home tonight. We’ll go sit at the bar, throw a few back. It feels like ages since you and I had a drink together. Has it been since you started working for me?”

“We had to,” I thought back, “I really do appreciate the concern, Old Man, but I got it. Really. Where am I going tonight?”

“You’re going to the bar tonight,” he ordered, “Plain and simple. You don’t get to call the shots around here yet, kid. I do. So, if I tell you you’re sitting at the bar tonight and getting paid to do so, then so be it. My word around these parts is law. You know that.”

“I do,” I nodded, “But perhaps the occasional bit of council doesn’t hurt.”

“When it’s unsolicited,” the Old Man got up and slammed the rest of his scotch, “It gets a little under my skin. That’s when it’s overstepping. I pretty much let you get away with murder here, Frankie. That’s not a charmed position everyone gets to be in. There are few in this world that can ask me to jump and I’ll ask them how high they want me. But right now, you’re starting to piss me off. I know you want to go out and run this town, but you can’t do that when you’re like this. And this is one of those things that will take a sec to heal. You can’t always just rub some dirt in it and call it a day. Trust me. That’s all I’m asking. I’m worried about you and this is my way of fixing it. So, I’m not going to send one of my guys that’s not in his right mind out to take care of my shit. Got it?”

“Got it.” Mama’s spoon would’ve been nicer.

“Go get a drink,” he nudged me out the door.

“Alright,” I got up from my chair, “And by the way, Old Man…”

“What?” he snapped a bit. Alright…I see he’s still a little heated. And I couldn’t blame him.

“There might be someone coming by tonight…” I bit the inside of my cheek, “That may or may not be underage…”

“No,” the Old Man put his foot down, “No, no, no. We’re not doing that, Frankie. We don’t let minors in here. Once we start allowing that, cops come in and start sniffing around. And that’s really something we don’t need. Granted, with the local fuzz, we’re on pretty good terms. They don’t fuck with my shit. I don’t fuck with theirs unless they need a consultant. But we don’t allow minors here.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” a voice screeched from the bar. I think everyone in the Narrows could’ve heard that one.

Speak of the devil…The Old Man shot me an angry glare. Yeah…I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty high on the Old Man’s shit list right now, “Handle it. Now.”

“Got it, boss,” I took off for the bar and pried Veronica out of the arms of the bouncers. Damn, Veronica…It took two of them for one of you? Color me impressed, “Guys! Guys! Let her go. She’s with me.”

“It’s like I told you fucking meatheads when I walked in,” Veronica shook them off, “I’m not in here to get wasted.”

“Hey,” I pulled Veronica into my chest, “Relax, Veronica. You’re alright, kiddo. You’re safe.”

“Hi, Frankie,” Veronica’s face lit up very quickly, “I told you I’d be in here tonight. Why the fuck did Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dipshit grab me at the door?”

“Because it’s not often we let an eighteen-year-old in here,” I explained, bringing her to the bar, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault,” she let it go, “Did you not tell anyone I’d be here?”

“I just told the boss minutes before you came in,” I chuckled a bit, “If we’re being honest.”

“Oh, god…” the Old Man came out of his office, “Just what we need. Another fucking Scarlotti to corrupt.”

“Love you, too, Old Man,” Veronica giggled, running into the Old Man’s arms.

“Hi, Veronica,” he kissed her forehead, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I know I make it a habit to hang around miscreants and troublemakers,” she shrugged, “But I felt like hanging around a different breed tonight.”

“Organized miscreants and troublemakers?” the Old Man poked at her.

“Only the most organized,” Veronica smiled, “I mean…You got to the top somehow, didn’t you?”

“Alright,” he relaxed, “She can stay. It’s not every day I make this exception, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

“After what happened last time, though,” the Old Man let it go, “There’s nowhere safer in the city for you than right here.”

“Damn straight,” Veronica made herself comfortable at the bar.

“Hey,” the Old Man flagged down the bartender, “Do not serve her.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Old Man…” Veronica awed, “Come on…Rude.”

“You’ll live,” the Old Man assured her, “Frankie…”

“Yeah?” I perked up, thanking God for putting Veronica on this Earth. The Old Man was about to blow a fucking gasket and I didn’t want to be the one he blew up on.

“She’s your responsibility tonight,” he ordered, “You wanted work so bad? There’s your assignment. I need to go see a guy across town. You kids play nice. Raincheck on that drink.”

“Alright,” I wasn’t going to fight him. It’s not like I was in the position to. If I would’ve said two more words, I had a feeling the Old Man would’ve brought my ass to the warehouse and that’s somewhere I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies.

Once the Old Man left, Veronica flagged the bartender down yet again, “Can I get a rum and diet Coke please?”

“No, you cannot,” the bartender shot her down.

“Son of a bitch!” she pouted, “Seriously? The Old Man’s not even here.”

“His word is law around here, Veronica,” I threw an arm around her, “Sometimes, you learn that one the hard way.”

“What did you do, Frankie…?” Veronica gasped.

“I didn’t do anything.” That she needed to know about, “I’m just saying.”

“I ask for one damn drink,” she rolled her eyes, “It’s not like I can’t handle myself.”

Regrets were about to be had. I could feel it. But I leaned into Veronica’s ear, making sure to keep my voice down, “I’ll see if I can score you something later. The current bartender gets off at midnight. I’ll jump behind the bar until last call.”

“Bless you,” Veronica kissed my cheek, “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Because the fact that I’m in love with your sister has nothing to do with it. I had to be honest. I didn’t mind hanging out with Veronica for the night. For a while, I thought all I’d be doing is wishing she were her sister instead, but no. It was a genuine good time. Maybe the Old Man was right. Maybe I did need a night off to get my head right again. And if throwing a couple drinks back with one of my favorite people in the world is how I do that, then so be it. I’ll take this any day of the week.

As the night went on and midnight was upon us, I jumped behind the bar and started slinging drinks. I got a little too caught up in it and ended up losing Veronica, but I knew she was still here. And that was ok. As long as she stayed here, nothing could go wrong. And everything would be ok. The Old Man couldn’t get pissed at me for letting Veronica out of my sight. Veronica was still in a safe and controlled environment. Everything’s great. However, out of nowhere, I found her again. Or, the more accurate description, she found me.

“Frankie, holy shit!” Veronica bolted up to the bar.

“Jesus Christ, Veronica,” I caught my breath, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong…” she freaked, “But I need a wingman.”

“What?” I looked at her strange, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I need a fucking wingman,” Veronica slammed the seltzer water I put on the counter for her and subtly pointed toward the jukebox, “Over there.”

A blue-eyed beauty with a bright pink streak in her dark brown hair stood there, flipping through the catalog without a care in the world, “What about her?”

“She’s who I need the wingman for…”

“She’s cute, Veronica,” I applauded her taste.

“Hell yeah, she is,” Veronica swooned, “I didn’t intend to come in here trolling for ass, but…I want that one.”

“Alright, alright,” I settled her, “Chill, killer. See if you can get her over here and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I love you, Frankie,” she threw her arms around me, “I really appreciate it.”

“I love you, too,” I nudged her away, “Good luck, kiddo.”

“Thanks…” And there she goes. I got a better look at the lady that caught Veronica’s eye. Huh…She seemed kind of like the impossible dreamer type. She’s the kind of girl that’s going to either make Veronica fall in love or completely break her to pieces. Blisters and calluses on her fingers, more eye makeup than one person had a right to, but who was I to judge? Musician, I bet. It wouldn’t surprise me. If she was enough to make Veronica turn into a lost puppy around her, she must be something special.

“And so,” the Old Man came back and pulled up a seat at the bar, “Love claims another victim?”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” I started mixing him a drink.

“Looks like those Scarlotti girls have a type,” he teased.

“Very cute,” I giggled, “When’d you get back?”

“A couple minutes ago,” the Old Man tipped his drink to me, “How have things been since I left?”

“Not too bad,” I poured myself a little something, something, “Relatively simple. How’d your meeting go?”

“Can’t complain,” he reported, “Pretty alright as far as I’m concerned.”

“Excuse me,” a newly familiar face came to the bar. Oh, she’s all covered in piercings, too. No wonder Veronica fell so hard. The girl’s a sucker for hardware, “Can I get a rum and Coke please?”

Huh…Interesting…Veronica like rum. I know I’m not supposed to serve her, but how am I supposed to know if she’s going to give this to Veronica or not. Although, I could see Veronica sweating by a corner table, so maybe she could use a little drink. I know I’m not supposed to serve her, but sorry, Old Man. I can’t leave her dying like that, “Sure.”

“Thank you,” she sat at the bar and waited for me.

I mixed a straight rum and Coke for her and handed her another one. That one was diet. Veronica was picky, but right now, I had a feeling she wasn’t going to care as long as it had a proof. I slid the glasses across the bar, “Here. Second one’s on me.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

“Hey…” I stopped her before she could get away and nodded toward Veronica twiddling her thumbs, “She seems kind of tense. I bet one of those could mellow her out.”

“I just met her tonight,” she played with her lip ring, “Do you know her?”

“Yeah, I know her,” I nodded, “She’s a little trouble, but nothing too detrimental. A little trouble, but a good heart.”

“And she’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” she looked back over at Veronica, “In that whole Catholic schoolgirl fantasy kind of way. Yeah?”

“I suppose so.” It felt weird thinking of someone I saw as a little sister in that light, but sure. Whatever works for her.

“This might be asking a lot,” she winced, “But…Do you know if she’s…tasting the rainbow, if you know what I mean?”

I figured it out. I looked over at Veronica, who must have heard the conversation. Because if she nodded any faster, she’s going to end up with whiplash. And that was all the permission I needed, “Yeah. She does. What’s your name?”

“Tessa,” she introduced herself, “I just moved to town a couple days ago.”

“Well, Tessa,” I grabbed my drink and toasted with her, “Welcome to the mean streets of New York City. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Good luck with Veronica.”

“Thanks,” Tessa blushed a bit, “Hey…You don’t think I could…I mean, I know we just met, too, but you don’t think I could ask you a favor…Do you?”

“What else am I here for other than to be the friendly neighborhood bartender?” I shrugged, “What can I do for you?”

“Since you know Veronica,” she asked, “Do you think…Maybe you could kind of wingman for me? Like I said, I really don’t know many people here yet and my roommates were being a little loud tonight, so you’re kind of the best I got here…I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask you your name and I’m already asking for favors.”

“It’s Frankie,” I introduced myself, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Veronica and see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much,” Tessa beamed, “I really do appreciate it.”

“No problem…” I’m smelling a pattern here.

“Look at you…” the Old Man praised, “Playing devil’s advocate, are we, Frankie?”

“I’m just helping a sister out,” I finished off my drink and got another one, “Do you mind if I go on break, Old Man?”

“You’re not even technically on the clock, kid,” he let me go, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were excited about this.”

“If my love story’s on hold,” I hopped the bar, “Then, why not live vicariously through someone else’s?”

“Make me proud, Frankie…”

“Will do,” I went over to Veronica and Tessa’s table, “Evening, ladies.”

“Frankie…” Veronica looked at me so lost and confused. And yet, something in her eyes said what the fuck am I doing here and to fuck off, “What brings you here?”

“I work here,” I pointed out, “And I figured I’d come over and say hi.”

“Do you mind?” Veronica got defensive. That’s her nerves running on high. And I can’t blame her for that, “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“I see that,” I glanced at the other side of the table, “Hi, Tessa.”

“Hi, Frankie,” Tessa finished off her drink.

“Look…I’m going to be honest with you,” I sat down, “This girl here? She’s an absolute sweetheart. And I love her like she’s my own.”

“Oh…” Tessa got jumpy, her eyes shifting between Veronica and me, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were already seeing someone, Veronica. I’ll just…”

“No, no,” I stopped her, “It’s not like that. You asked me at the bar if I knew Veronica. And I told you yes. But that’s because I’m dating her older sister. It’s not like that with us.”

“Oh…” Tessa let out a little sigh of relief, “Ok…”

“Frankie, I love you,” Veronica jammed the heel of her boot into my toes, “And we can catch up later. I promise. But right now, I’m kind of busy.”

“Actually, Veronica,” Tessa chimed in, “Do you…maybe want to get out of here? I know a place uptown that’s not too far from my apartment building. If that’s alright.”

“Um…” Veronica didn’t know what to do. She was absolutely frozen in her seat. But she looked to me almost as if she were asking permission. She knew I was supposed to be keeping an eye on her tonight, but it was getting to be that time again where I was fully off the clock.

“Just be careful, ok?” I threw my arms around her, keeping my voice down, “I suggest being back home by daylight. We don’t need another kidnapping incident on our hands. It’s bad enough we had Vanessa and me. I don’t want to see you go through that same level of bullshit.”

“Bold of you to assume anyone even knows I’m gone,” Veronica kissed my cheek, “I’ll see you later, Frankie. And thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I sent Veronica and Tessa off to God knows where to hopefully have a good time. I didn’t get any bad vibes from Tessa. She seemed alright.

I went back to the bar and had one last drink. Something to bring this fairytale to its end. Yet, the Old Man looked at me just as lost as Veronica did, “What the hell just happened?”

“I just set my sister up with a lovely young lady,” I sipped on my rum. You’re a good man, Frankie. You’ve done good tonight. And dammit, you earned that drink.

#the good old days #fan fiction prequel #oc backstory #mafia au #switch #for the family

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byakuyanya-purinsesu · 7 years ago

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An Angry Dragon {feat. @byakuyanya-purinsesu}

“I am positively sick of the behavior of this so-called army. It seems from the beginning of this campaign one girl’s stupid, thoughtless lie based on absolutely nothing has set the tone for behavior throughout the army. Apparently any baseless nonsense that flies out of a person’s skull has had the weight of fact, enough so that some have acted upon it in violence.”

“Having found out that most of the ‘divisions’ of this army were based on completely groundless lies spread by fools who decided they needed absolutely no proof to start smearing Leo, I would have expected that said various spying attempts, coups, and other such corruptions would dry up. Unfortunately, unless it was some kind of horrendous trick, one of those so easily and stupidly convinced was my eldest brother. I will be informing Camilla of this. A man who is so easily swayed by baseless words and a pretty rear end has no business running a country, and if I know my brother he will likely be ashamed enough of his actions to think on this matter himself. He at least is a man who admits his failings.”

“Which brings me to the point that is, to me, the most vile: rather than anyone admitting their own failings in this matter, particularly the witch who corrupted my elder brother to begin with, everyone seems much more interested in covering her own ass and making excuses, and of course most importantly trying to continue to blame Leo for their failings, then actually facing the fact that they slandered a man without cause.”

“Of course, they could always turn their attention to the giant thing in the sky that is going to kill us.”

“But no. Most important is to make sure everyone is still halfway to a rebellion that will ensure the death of not only us, but every single universe in existence, just so nobody focuses too hard on the fact that they behaved poorly and made stupid, cruel decisions based on a single lie with absolutely no proof.”

The leading members of the united army fell silent for a few moments before the prince at the center of all the strife walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. With a shake of his head and a pause, as if searching for the right words, he decided to speak up on her outburst.

“What you say isn’t without validity… but I’ve long since owned up to what will forever stain my name as the most reprehensible action ever committed in whichever life I lead that did this. The damage is irreversible. That said…”

“Let them think what they will. They can curse me until my dying breath, but I’m not wasting an ounce of energy in giving any plebeian outsiders the satisfaction. Our target has revealed itself to us and so I choose to pool my wit and my strength into winning this war waged against our worlds. If they wish to remain united against me when I claim victory, then so be it. Come what may, I won’t run or hide from what fate holds in store for me… however hopelessly bleak it is shaped.”

“But it’s not your stain! Or it shouldn’t be, not entirely. Leo, I’m not saying you did nothing at all wrong, but they continue to try to paint you as evil to save their own wretched hides, when some of them have done far worse! That witch could have murdered everyone here! There have been rumors someone was trying to subvert soldiers! Over lies! Stupid, ugly lies people attached to you with no proof at all!”

Kamui was not normally a shouty type of person. Granted on the battlefield she could be firm, and while she hadn’t been the most effective head of an army in the past, she hadn’t been the worst to be seen either. This wasn’t her firm and righteously angry, though, this was furious.

“They were stupid and they blamed you, and they keep blaming you like it’ll make things better! And they’re convincing other people you’re at fault for things, some of which didn’t even happen! And even now, when all the lies have been exposed, even now when we are on the doorstep of the enemy, they won’t just admit they were wrong and give it up, they keep fighting like their stupid lies and reputations were worth something!”

Maybe it was the convergence being selective with his memories… but Leo couldn’t recall ever seeing the young woman before him this upset. And over the tarnished shreds of integrity he felt next to nothing about dismissing? His atrocities had all but been plastered onto a bulletin board to shame him, yet she felt damned if he was going to suffer because of it.

…It was in that moment that the unthinkable happened.

With no sign of warning, the prince found his arms wrapped ‘round Kamui’s torso before pulling her in for an embrace. If asked why he did this by any third party, Leo wouldn’t give a straight answer to them… but some version of him thought it prudent to do this in an attempt to put her at some relative ease.

“Calm down.”

“If this situation were reversed… I’m almost certain you’d tell me to focus on what’s important here. Clearly the remainder of these heretics haven’t the stones to do anything about it. Either that or they lack the brainpower to put their personal hangups with me aside so that we might all live to see tomorrow. Your adamant defense is much more than I deserve… and you have my sincerest thanks. Now I bequeath you. Let it go. Can you do that? For me?”

“I would.”

She would. She’d be touched he thought of her but she’d tell him it wasn’t important…because it never had been, to her. She’d just done her best, until she reached the point she could go no further. She’d abandoned him and still he showed her this kindness…trusted her, moreover. And they accused this man of evil? May as well say the sun was black.

She embraced him as well, arms wrapping around in a secure, tight hold that she was at terrible loathe to break. She’d missed his arms terribly. Being close to him, studying with him, talking to him. She’d wanted to show him a thousand things, how much she’d grown in the time they’d been apart. It had been so long…and now they were together, only for all this to happen. The potential end to all things.

“But I worry because I want you to live to see tomorrow. You have such beautiful dreams, Leo. You have so much to offer the world. I don’t want your dreams to be destroyed by a pack of fools who decided you make a fair scapegoat. I want you to have all your future and what you wish for it open to you. You deserve it.”

It was a bit peculiar having this sudden intimate moment in front of the other commanders, but Kamui didn’t care at this point.

“You are worth so much more than their petty insecurities.”

Taking her hand in his own, he broke the embrace after a few more brazen tender moments and began leading Kamui back inside the relative safety of the Battleship Halberd’s interior.

“Let’s make ourselves scarce for the moment. I dare anyone to try and stop me now.” he proclaimed, almost as if declaring war upon the neanderthals who thought themselves so much better than him as well as the mindless sheep who followed blindly.

And onlooking commanders from all sides surely had their own thoughts on the matter…

“About time. If you mess this up somehow, I’ll never let you live it down. You got that?”

“I was worried for a little while there… but I think he found his Answer.”

“I wasn’t too sure of this so-called prince at first… but I think I like the cut of his jib~.”

“Damn… he’s ballsy for a kid his age. Gotta give him props for standing against his world like that.”

“…I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. You and Prince Takumi might very well grow up to be mine and Minato’s betters if you keep on the right path.”

#torndragonprincess #Side P3 X P4 #archived

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sheepbutthead · 7 years ago

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Do them all?

Hey thank you, Anon.

65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

All the time. I’ve been grappling with the thought that this is just a big simulation and I’m just a brain floating in a jar.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

I’m actually fine with the dark. Sometimes my anxiety gets the best of me though. So like a 2? 3?

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Everyone’s favorite walking, talking orange: Donald Trump.

4. What is your favorite word?

That’s tough, there are a lot of good words. Salubrious is good. Gentle is good. Cro-magnon makes me think of crunchy cereal.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

The Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

“Dear god what a fucking fuck.” and “There’s cat hair all over my sweater and it’s killing me.”

7. What shirt are you wearing?

I’m wearing one of my favorite sweaters. It’s burgundy and has a stitched squares pattern.

8. What do you label yourself as?

Jewish (barely), white dude, awkward, sensitive in the worst way someone could be sensitive, somehow still apathetic to the point of concern, (very) amateur musician.

9. Bright room or dark room?

It depends on what I’m doing. If I’m working or eating I like a bright room. But typically I like soft yellow light or just natural window light.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Forcing myself to sleep so I wouldn’t overthink anymore.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

Probably 5. Being 19 feels weird.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

My mom. I just took her to the doctor for a evaluation type thing.

13. Your worst enemy?

Tangling things. Like blankets, string, messy rooms, jackets, drama, emotions. Also needles.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

A very old picture of the square in Jacksonville.

15. Do you like someone?

Yes, I’d say so.

16. The last song you listened to?

Whale by Yellow Ostrich. I’ve been getting into them lately.

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

I don’t know, I’m generally against killing people. I’d hate to be responsible for anyone’s death. Unless maybe it was someone who did horrible horrible things to people. Like a serial killer or a Hitler situation.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Now THIS I’m kinda ok with. I’m still usually not cool with violence but I’m also human. Probably Trump if I wouldn’t go to jail for the rest of my life. So maybe just one of or both of the Paul brothers.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

I’m not sure of the moral implications for this one either. I guess maybe Gordon Ramsay so he can teach me how to cook or just cook for me all day. I’d be happy with one of the Chris actors from the Marvel movies because they all seem like fun, cool people and they’re also very hot. I guess we’d just hang out all day and do stuff. I would stare a lot.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

I don’t know. I’ve been told my eyes are nice. Maybe my ears?

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I think I would be a pretty hot girl actually. Of course I would take that genitalia for a spin. I can’t really think of much else to do as a girl that I couldn’t technically just do as a guy. Maybe experience a period?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

I play trumpet, I guess. That’s not much of a secret. Or a talent. I can drive stick. I can whistle pretty well. I’m good at not only destroying property but also relationships.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

Rabbits. I hate them. Yet I dated someone who loved them. Electricity makes me nervous.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Fuck dude, I don’t know. That’s a lot of different combinations. I’ve been enjoying egg sandwiches lately.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

I’d probably put it into my bike for repairs and stuff. Anything left over would just be saved for gas.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

I’d love to go to Santorini but definitely not how I’m dressed now. Iceland would be cool to go to. Also Quebec for the Winter Festival.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

I haven’t had enough alcoholic drinks to really make a good decision here. I will, however, take a lifetime supply of Buffalo Rock Ginger Ale.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Jesus, imagine the pressure and responsibility. We settle our arguments with whoever can rip the phattest vape cloud. Or maybe just rock, paper, scissors. No need for a fair and educated trial when you can just leave everything to chance and get fucked by fate. But seriously, probably like a vow of honesty. Everyone’s super honest to the point of destroying relationships but we all at least have our shit out there. And we all understand and don’t judge. Pretty much a giant safe space for my bitch ass.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck nugget, fucking fuck, or motherfucker. Basically just fuck. Or panty waste.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

I hate this scenario and I think about it all the time. I still don’t know what I would grab. I think maybe my homecoming crown, diploma, or maybe my keyboard. I don’t know. I could list so many things that I would also choose. I hate this question.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Easy, cheating on someone. Fucking stupidest, most hurtful, self centered, damaging thing I’ve ever done. I’ll regret it until I’m dead and I can never make up for it.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

What a life I live. I’m cool with Canada, Iceland, or maybe Denmark.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

My sister.

34. What was your last dream about?

Trying to talk to someone I used to know and being having a developing “hates me then doesn’t” buddy buddy relationship with their dad?

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

I am a good space heater. That’s about it.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

When I was little I had to go to the hospital because of dehydration. One of the doctors thought my appendix was about to burst and they almost sent me in for surgery before another doctor came in and corrected them. Mom was pissed.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Oh yeah, several times. Although we don’t get many opportunities in the south.

38. What is the color of your socks?

Red and black.

39. What type of music do you like?

All kinds. I think my main genre is either some sort of electronic music or alternative rock and similar variations.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunsets definitely. Because when it’s done you can watch the stars.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

I’m a fan of whatever has the most chocolate. I like peanut butter ones too.

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don’t care about sports that much, friend.

43. Do you have any scars?

I have one on my finger that I don’t know where it came from, one on my nose (that I also do not know the origin), another one on the same finger because I was young and held the knife the wrong way so that it closed on my finger, and a lot of self inflicted stuff.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I have graduated and I’m not entirely sure. I used to know. Some kind of creative. It’d be cool to work in the movies. Maybe a concept artist or something like that.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Maybe my personality. Just generally not such a fuck. I wish I was more driven.

46. Are you reliable?

I think I am 75% reliable. Maybe 85%.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Do I end up like Dad?

48. Do you hold grudges?

I can hold them for a little bit but I usually drop it or find a way that made it my fault.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

A horse and a some kind of dinosaur. So we could ride big lizards that like apples and sugar cubes. Or maybe a dog and an elephant so we could have really big dogs with really big ears.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

I’ve had a lot. I had a conversation on using the wendigo that lives near my house as a last resort for affection.

51. Are you a good liar?

I’m pretty good. Not great. But I can lie kind of ok. Maybe I’m not that great a liar.

52. How long could you go without talking?

Probably a week.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

My old bowl haircut from when I was young or when I had really long hair. The long hair wasn’t that bad really. I just didn’t take care of it.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes, several times.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

I can do the typical crappy English accent and maybe Scottish.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Usually just butter.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

God knows. Probably a willy.

58. What would be you dream car?

I actually use to drive my dream car. I love old Volkswagen Beetles. I’d love to put an electric engine in it like that one company does. I think they’re called Zelectrics.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I sing occasionally. Only when no ones around. I don’t do much else besides maybe style my hair with the shampoo.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

Yes, definitely. I think it’d be against logic to believe otherwise.

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

More than I’d like to admit. I don’t really believe it; it’s more of a casual thing. But also, I can’t help but be pulled into it.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

J, K, W, G, Y, and maybe Q.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

I’m tempted to say dragons because they’re basically like flying dinosaurs with fire breath and cool lore. But on the other hand, dinosaurs ACTUALLY existed and that’s amazing in and of itself.

64. What do you think about babies?

I think they’re cute and they smell weird. Never hand me your baby, I will be very nervous. They’re also loud and you don’t know if they’ll turn out to be good people no matter how hard you try. They’re also amazing and they blow my mind. I do not want one. Probably ever.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

Welp.

#asksaps #break time #thank you anon #this helped

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Cirque de Bangtan (j.jk x p.jm) part 1

⇓ Ship: Jeongguk x Jimin

⇓ Genre: Series, Non-idol! AU, Enemies to Lovers, Supernatural AU, Circus AU, Eventual Smut

⇓ Summary: Jeongguk recently moved from Busan to big city Seoul. His parents kicked him out. Something about “You’re 22 and still living with your parents. Get the hell out and get a damn job!”

He couldn’t hear them as he was two steps ahead of them by packing up his bags and slamming the door in their faces. Every interview he got, he never heard back from them. Most of his days were spent just trying to find somewhere to rest his head and drown his sorrows. Life is hard when things aren’t spoon-fed to you as Jeongguk comes to realize.

Now he’s all by his lonesome. Luckily for him, he finds a flyer. A potential job. A circus job yes, but he was desperate for any sort of payment. Little did he know, life as he knew it was about to get a whole lot more interesting... Werewolves. Vampires. Clowns. Not even God could prepare Jeongguk for the complete turnaround on his once normal lifestyle.

⇓ Word ct.: 2.6k

⇓ Warnings: None

⇓ Chapter 2

Masterlist

It’s been four months since Jeongguk’s parents kicked him out and forced their son to traverse the harsh streets of Seoul by himself. He was doing fine before, living in a hotel with the 3k donations his mother graciously gave him every month. Until his unforgiving father found out and truly cut him off for good. Now his bank account was starting to suffer; and pretty soon so will he.

He comes from a very wealthy family. But money has its limits. His parents thought of Jeongguk as more of a leech for their wallets than an asset. And so, they cut him off. His 3k allowance per month? Gone. Unlimited data on his new iPhone 11? Snapped. Once Jeongguk found out, he was infuriated.

He remembers that night like it was yesterday.

“Why did you cut me off?”

“You’re not making any money any time soon, Jeongguk,” his father replied.

His mother tried to calm down her raging son, to no avail. “Jeongguk sweetheart. Unless you get a job, we can’t have you wasting our hard-earned money. You’d understand too if you got a job of your own.”

He balled up his fist but kept it at his side. “Are you joking? You guys can just make more money. I still don’t understand why I have to be the one who gets a damn job.”

“Jeon Jeongguk!” His father exclaimed in anger. “That’s enough! You’re moving out. Don’t even think about showing your face here until you can afford this house by yourself! Do you understand?”

Scoffing, he moved past his father by pushing his shoulder on his way to his room to pack his clothes. “Loud and clear, old man.”

He was always such a damn brat. Why couldn’t he have just found a job versus being kicked out? Maybe then he would still be fed proper meals and sleeping in his own room. Now he roams the streets, looking for a job before he’s kicked out of his hotel. It’s torture. And not what he deserves. At least, that’s what Jeongguk thinks anyway.

But a part of Jeongguk also thinks that he did, in fact, deserve this. But goddamn, to this extent? Could he just find a damn job and get it over with? Sure, he’s never worked a day in his life and thus only resorted to the one thing that he could do with ease: singing. He could sing his heart out, which caught the attention of many people. With the extra money he earns from busking, he saves to try and buy that house. However, he knew that this wasn’t going to enough to buy the house anytime soon. He needed a real job.

And then it happened.

While Jeongguk was wrapping up his favorite song “FOOLS” by Troye Sivan, he came across a flyer. An opportunity. The knock on his door he’s been waiting for. The flyer read:

You need a job?

Come work for the Cirque de Bangtan!

Take a slip and come to one of the events:

Sep. 12. 2019. Oct. 13, 2019. Dec. 4, 2019. Dec. 30, 2019.

September 12th? That’s tonight! This is it. I’m finally gonna buy that house, old man. Just watch me.

Jeongguk took the slip for September 12th and looked at the address.

5761 Festa Ave.

That wasn’t too far from his current location. In fact, it was just a fifteen-minute walk. He thought it was somewhat strange. He’s walked up and down these same streets, looking for places to perform, yet he’s never heard of such a carnival. Surely, he would’ve tried out sooner if he knew. Maybe they’re new in town. He’s never been to a festival let alone heard of one. Why go outside when you could just be cooped up inside the five-story sized mansion you once called home. The last time he was outside was when there was a power outage and he was practically forced to enjoy the “great outdoors”. A load of bullshit Jeongguk came to realize and therefore vowed to never go outside ever again.

Oh, how cruel a mistress was tragedy to poor Jeon Jeongguk.

Now he’s on his way to change his life. One way or another, he thought. What’s the worst that could happen?

Atop a building laid eyes on the man who’s been keeping tabs on Jeongguk since he came to Seoul. Park Jimin. He’s been a frequent visitor of Jeongguk’s busking performances and it’s safe to say that he likes what he sees. He stays in the shadows though, as per Namjoon’s orders. If it were up to Jimin, he would’ve just straight up asked him if he wanted to join the circus. But he knows that Namjoon would say that things like this take time. But a month though? Now that’s crazy talk.

Putting his walkie up to his mouth, he said, “Target is on his way to the location, sir. Do you want me to intervene?”

The other voice on the line sighed before he answered his assistant. “Jimin, do you remember the last time you intervened?”

He groaned. “I promise I’ll control my wolf this time, Namjoon. I swear. Besides, from right here, the boy doesn’t smell too appealing.”

“And tell me what would happen if you went closer?”

Jimin paused. Truth be told, he wouldn’t know what he would do. He’s been keeping the wolf side of himself at bay for what seemed like forever. What happened two weeks prior to finding Jeongguk was a failed recruitment. Jimin’s wolf was starving for far too long and he sunk his teeth into the poor victim without remorse, leaving a lifeless corpse who never made it to Cirque de Bangtan. Namjoon was not about to let that happen again. They couldn’t afford another loss. And judging by Jimin’s lack of answering his question, Namjoon spoke up. “Don’t show yourself. Just come back to camp and get ready for the interview.”

“Your wish is my command,” Jimin smirked, turning off his walkie and heading back to the festival with the inhuman speed of a wolf he was gifted. Although Jimin might disagree with you and say he was in fact cursed.

The circus was in shambles when he did return. They just finished with their shows for the night. Popcorn boxes, candy wrappers, even water bottles couldn’t find their way into the garbage cans and therefore were left scattered around the six decorated personal tents including the huge main one that was placed in the middle of the plot of land that Cirque de Bangtan purchased not too long ago when they came to Seoul. Jimin’s was pinstriped blue and gold and was on the upper left of the main performance tent.

Of course, they missed their werewolf performance from yours truly, but Namjoon was ready to make that sacrifice. It was crucial that Jeongguk comes to the circus since they were running out of special performances to keep their circus interesting. Jimin smirked to himself, giddy that Yoongi the snake charmer who also doubled as the janitor has so much work to do.

He made his way to the tent at the very back where Namjoon and Seokjin work. The two were inseparable. It takes all of Jimin’s strength not to gag every time he sees them acting so lovey-dovey to one another. What hurts the most is that they’re not even together. While Namjoon was busy organizing his papers, Seokjin was pacing back and forth, worry written all over his face.

Surprised, Jimin asked his elders. “What’s up?”

“It’s the other circus,” Seokjin explained. “They’re here. In town.”

“What?” Jimin was utterly confused. The other circus shouldn’t have been in town for another month. He thought they had more time before they would arrive. “That’s not fair!”

Namjoon groaned, looking up from his stack of files on his desk toward the werewolf. “Look, we should’ve known that Ko Ko Bop would try and pull something like this. Unfortunately, I was too busy trying to keep this circus running for at least a week longer before we would have to shut it down for good. But they’re here now and that means sales will get harder and harder.”

Ko Ko Bop. They were a new contender for Cirque de Bangtan. They ran Cirque de Bangtan’s old rival, ReVe Festival, out of business. Now they have their eyes set on the biggest carnival around. And so far, they’ve been doing just that. Strategically placing their carnivals in the same towns that Cirque de Bangtan was visiting. They had more attractions than Cirque de Bangtan. Better ones at that. This meant that sooner or later, Cirque de Bangtan would have to hand over the title of Best Circus in South Korea over to Ko Ko Bop.

But Cirque de Bangtan was never one to back down from a fight. They fought long and hard to earn their spot as the best. And they’ll fight even longer and harder to keep that title. They just need a little help with doing so.

Enter Jeongguk who before arriving, really regretted not trying to brush his teeth or look at least somewhat professional before stumbling upon the place. But now that he was here, he breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one in sight. What time was it? Probably too late for him to do the interview. He hung his head down in shame. His one shot. And he messed it up.

At least he thought so.

“Hey, you,” he heard a voice behind him as he turned around to leave. He swung his body back around to whoever called him. The man had silver hair and a snake that was way bigger than the tiny man around his neck. It hissed when Jeongguk laid eyes on it which made him flinch.

Regardless of how truly terrified the boy was, he managed to reply with, “Yeah?”

“You’re here for the interview, right?”

He nodded his head and the snake charmer had his snake point behind him in the direction of which tent Jeongguk should go. “Back there. Behind the main one.”

“Oh...” Although Jeongguk sounded disinterested, he was anything but. He was just scared and a little intimidated by the small man carrying a not-so-small snake on his body. “T-thank you.”

“The name’s Yoongi by the way.” He said and judging by how fast he could practically hear Jeongguk’s heart beating out of his chest, he figured that he was frightened by his companion, to which he explained, “And don’t worry, she hisses when she likes someone. Isn’t that right Sugar?”

She hissed when Yoongi called her that. Jeongguk grinned. Yoongi went back to cleaning up what a mess the humans made while Jeongguk went to the interview. This part of the job is something Yoongi made it clear that he despised. But deep down, he knew he would do just about anything he had to in order to keep Cirque de Bangtan. This was his—along with the other members—home.

When Jeongguk made it to the pink and blue polka-dotted tent, he was greeted with three faces. One is sitting down in a chair behind a desk and the other two on either side of the desk but without chairs. The man in the chair gave the boy a smile and said, “Hi there. I’m Kim Namjoon. The one on the left is Park Jimin and the one on the right is Kim Seokjin. You can take a seat and we’ll start the interview.”

Jeongguk took his seat and introduced himself. “Jeon Jeongguk.”

Namjoon almost wanted to tell him that he knew that already but stopped himself. Instead, he opted for a more normal approach which in his mind was, “What do you think you can bring to the table?”

“Umm…” Jeongguk fiddled with his thumbs, looking down nervously. He could talk a mean game but sometimes his words were all that he had. Yet when it came to actually walk the walk, he fled from the scene. But he can’t run now. This is his one shot. So, he relied on the one thing he could do with his eyes closed in his sleep. “I can sing.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at this, trying to look as though he hasn’t been watching him do just that for as long as he’s been in Seoul. “You can sing?”

Jeongguk nodded slowly, to which Seokjin scoffed. “Excuse me but why the fuck would we want someone who sings?”

Namjoon stepped on Seokjin’s foot for saying such harsh words to the young boy who looked ashamed by evening mentioning a stupid talent he possessed. The smile at the beginning reappeared on Namjoon’s face to try and comfort him without getting too personal. “I’m sure you can. Do you mind singing something for us?”

Jeongguk cocked an eyebrow, looking around the room for a stereo or a Bluetooth speaker of some sort. Anything to help produce sound. Unfortunately, there was none in sight. He turned back to the three men and asked, “Without music?”

“Acapella,” Jimin confirmed. He lifted his own eyebrow, but he also showed him a mischievous smirk. “What? You can’t do it, little one?” The werewolf provoked.

That prompted Jeongguk to prove just how wrong Jimin was. It brought him back to when his father kicked him out of the mansion.

Don’t even think about coming back until you can afford this house by yourself!

And just like his old man, he was determined to do what they think he can’t. With a newfound motivation to smack that grin off the jet-black haired male, he cleared his throat in order to sing the song that he gets the most tips singing: Troye Sivan’s “FOOLS”.

As Jeongguk sang, he unintentionally pulled at the strings of Jimin’s heart. He always manages to do this whenever he saw the younger male sing which is what kept him coming back for more. Jimin could also sing. But he had to put that dream aside for this circus. So, hearing Jeongguk’s breathy angelic voice almost brought him to tears. Almost. He managed to compose himself as Jeongguk was nearing the end of the song.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon whispered. He cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder for Jeongguk to hear him. “Well then, Jeon. You got the job. You can start work tomorrow. Is that alright with you?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen. He smiled from ear to ear. Jumping up from his seat, he shouted, “Yes! Yes! That’s perfect! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Namjoon smiled. “No problem. Have a nice night.”

Just before Jeongguk walked out of the tent, Namjoon asked, “Do you need someone to walk you out? It gets pretty dangerous around these hours and I would hate for something to happen to our new employee.”

“Umm...” Jeongguk didn’t quite realize just how dark the night became. Usually, he’d be in his hotel room watching television or playing Overwatch. He had no reason to travel at night because everything he needed was in the building. Upon pulling back the flap of the tent to take a look outside, the moon was at its peak and it was pitch black. He’s seen too many scary movies and he was not the one. Not when he just got his first official job. There was no way in hell he was going home alone. “Please?”

“Scared much?” Jimin crossed his arms and walked toward the boy. “Guess I’ll be walking you home. But don’t think of it as a romantic gesture. Once we’re on your block, I’ll take my leave.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t even going to begin to think about it like that. Not with an asshole like you.”

“Good. Let’s go, little one.”

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