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m-jelly · 3 years ago

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Hi jelly hope you feel great 🥰

I've been thinking lately about mom kuchel who is close friends with readers mom but levi and reader never met now kuchel sees her once and likes her she is in her late 20s and levi is in his thirties both single and moms would set them up on a blind date to see their kids finally in love and kuchel bothering levi about how old and grumpy he is and she wants to be a grandma so they finally click together and happy endings get married

"Or or or or they know each other and grew up together they subtly flirt and moms be like they gotta date and each Levi and reader are afraid to take the first move so the moms set them up and they click together

YEAH 🤤"

So cute! I love having Kuchel alive in stories because I just know she'll be all over her sweet baby boy, even when he's in his thirties. I think they'll be aware of each other and grew up together and didn't think much. Then years later, ya'll meet and flirt but do nothing and the mums unit!

Trust us, you're soulmates.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: romance, falling in love, Kuchel and your mum are meddlers, fluff, cuteness, blind date, happy ending, they were right, silly, modern.

Concept: Kuchel and your mum watch you and Levi bump into each other again after so many years. Your mothers saw there was a connection between the two of you when you were very little, but your mother moved and you parted from Levi. Now your mother is back and best buddies with Kuchel, the two of them are annoyed by you and Levi. The two push you and Levi together, but you both fight the pull. In the end, they set you up on a blind date with each other. You and Levi laugh about your mothers, then end up losing yourselves in each other. You eventually get married and Kuchel takes the chance to tell her son I told you so.

Kuchel leaned on the balcony with your mother at her side. Both were pouting as they watched you and Levi talking outside the apartments by his car. You and Levi grew up together and Levi a little kid declared he'd marry you, but since you parted for many years and returned, nothing had changed.

Kuchel whined. "Why are they so annoying? Kids these days."

Your mother sighed. "They clearly like each other, but they're doing nothing about it. Didn't your boy say he wanted to marry my daughter?"

Kuchel sighed and clutched her chest as happiness filled her as she remembered. "Yes! He proudly declared with his adorable chubby cheeks that he'd marry her when they grew up." She groaned and glared at the two of you. "Look at them now!"

"They need a push or something."

"You're right." She inhaled and shook her fist. "Damn you, adorable kids!"

You frowned a little when you heard shouting. You looked up at Kuchel and your mother to see Kuchel shaking her fist and shouting. "Hey, Levi? Is your mum okay?"

Levi dragged his eyes away from your pretty face, then noticed his mother. He blushed bright red and felt embarrassed. "Tch, what the hell mother?" He sighed. "She's fine, probably mad about something to do with me."

You giggled as both started shouting, but you couldn't hear. You waved at them. "Hi, you crazy ladies. I love our mums."

Levi smiled a little. "They're a lovely pair, aren't they?"

You let out a long sigh. "Such a beautiful friendship." You returned your gaze back onto Levi and admired him as the light summer breeze moved his hair and shirt, and the low sun in the sky highlighted his perfect features. You bushed when he locked eyes with you. "We should probably check on them."

Levi hummed. "You're right." He grabbed his mother's shopping for her. "Hey, so I didn't get a chance to say, but I'm glad you're back."

You picked up the last of your mother's things. "Thanks. I'm happy to be back. I'll be living with my mother for a bit to keep her company. Do you live elsewhere?"

He nodded as he walked with you. "I do, but I'm always over here to see my mum that I might as well live with her."

You hummed a laugh. "You should. Kuchel is the best, she always gets me laughing."

"She's a funny one."

You stopped by your door. "I guess I'll see you around."

Levi didn't want to leave you and you didn't want to leave either, but you had things to do and you were both worried about crossing the line. "Tch, bye brat."

You smirked. "Later, grumpy."

Levi let out a long sigh once you were in your apartment, then he entered his mother's. "Ma? You still shouting nonsense on the balcony?"

Kuchel stormed over to Levi as your mother climbed over the balcony onto hers next door. "Yes! Levi Ackerman! You anger me so much."

Levi felt his hair stand up on end at hearing his full name being said. "What have I done?"

"I'm getting old and I love babies."

He sat down on the arm of the sofa and put his head in his hands. "Ma."

"Don't you ma me!" She pointed at him and pouted. "You are a handsome lad with good brains, but you're so damn grumpy all the time!"

He looked up at her. "I'm sorry, but I haven't fallen for anyone and I'm busy working."

She narrowed her eyes at Levi, then said your name. "What about her? You clearly like her and you're both single!"

Levi blushed hard as he thought about you. He stammered your name. "Ah, well...she's just gotten back and we're friends."

She slapped her hands on Levi's cheeks and squeezed. "Listen here and listen good, my adorable son, I know and her mother knows you wanna screw that beautiful girl and give her all the babies! Now, be a good son and woo my best friend's daughter!"

Levi sighed. "It's not that simple."

Kuchel knew she had to pull out all the stops. She welled up and whined. "My poor son doesn't want his lonely mother to be happy!" She turned from Levi and clasped her hands together and looked up. "Whatever powers are above, please don't punish my son for his cold heart!" She gasped, then flopped onto the sofa. "I feel faint. The world is going dark. My heart is breaking."

Levi watched his mother with a deadpan look. "I thought I was the child?"

She stopped faking her cries. "You're an evil child, you know that?"

He hummed a laugh. "I know. You want a cup of tea?"

"Please." She sat up and watched him. "You do like her though, don't you?"

He flinched a little, then nodded. "Yeah, but she wouldn't want me. She's got a lot going on right now."

Kuchel hummed in thought, then texted your mother her plan of a blind date. "Will you at least go on a blind date tonight?"

Levi sighed. "Ma."

"Just one. It's with a nice girl I know who helps me out often. It'll just be one date."

He walked over to her with her tea. "Will it make you happy?"

"Very."

He sat down and smiled. "Alright. I'll go on this blind date. I'm doing this for you."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. I love you!"

He smiled. "Love you too ma."

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Kuchel pushed Levi towards the resturant. "Do your best!"

Levi sighed as he walked to his mother's favourite place, the local ramen shop. "You really want to be a grandmother, huh?"

"It's my dying wish!"

He stopped outside the ramen place. "You're not dying though."

She pouted. "Old age dear. Now, get in there and do your best."

He leaned closer and kissed her cheek making her stop and blush. "I will, for you."

She gasped, then gazed at her son as he went inside. "He's so handsome. I'm so proud."

Levi walked into the ramen shop and walked through. The only thing he knew was to look for a woman in a dark green dress. He looked around and spotted you alone in a dark green dress and looking nervous. He glided over to you as if you had this magnetic pull on him.

He stopped by your table and said your name. He smiled when you looked up. "Blind date?"

You smirked and put your phone away. "Blind date. I think our mothers have been plotting." You referred to the booth opposite you. "Sit. We should just go with it."

Levi sat down and pulled his blazer off. "You're right."

You leaned your cheek on your hand and smiled. "I love that you still have your chubby cheeks from when you were a kid."

He blushed hard at your words. "Wh-what?"

You reached over and saw him close his eyes expecting a pinch, but you lightly caressed his cheek. "I adore them."

He opened his eyes and noticed a loving look in your eyes. "Thank you." He felt sad when you stoppd touching him. "I've always loved your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your voice."

You laughed making Levi stop talking. "You're saying you love all of me?"

"Ah, well umm."

You reached over and held his hand. "Well, I love all those things about you." You played with his hand a little. "You're a sweet man Levi." You smiled at him and blushed when he squeezed your hand. "So, we're all caught up about each other. We covered that by your car, so I guess next to talk about is umm each other a bit more."

Levi let out a long sigh, then said your name. "I've liked you since we grew up together. Meeting you again has been a dream come true. You're so fucking beautiful."

You blushed bright red, then laughed nervously. "Thank you. You're incredibly handsome." You pulled back, then got up and moved to his booth and sat next to him. "I think this is better, don't you?"

Levi nodded. "Yeah." He put one arm around you and picked up the menu. "You okay with me ordering? My mum and I come here often and I know what's good."

You leaned against Levi. "I put my full trust in you."

He ordered the ramen and tea, then you both talked about each other and the things you liked. As you both got along well, both your mothers had been watching you this whole time, they were so proud of you and Levi for finally getting together.

They couldn't believe it when you and Levi started kissing so passionately in the shop. You both walked out after dinner. You held hands as you walked, but you didn't go back to your place. Levi took you to his. Your mother and Kuchel were excited, but shocked.

Your mother hummed. "I didn't expect them to move so fast."

Kuchel looked over at her friend. "I'm so sorry for my son humping your daughter, but at the same time we are one step closer to gettiing our kids happiness and having grandkids."

Your mother winked. "Mother's know best!"

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Levi held your hands as he gazed at you and waited for the moment he could kiss you. He smiled at you and thought you were stunning in your wedding dress. He launched at you when he was allowed to kiss the bride.

You hummed a laugh as you kissed your husband in front of your guests. You turned to everyone and enjoyed the cheers for you and Levi finally marrying each other. You ran together and registered your names and felt pride when you saw Ackerman was now your last name.

You walked around the gardens with Levi as you enjoyed some peace together at being husband and wife. You hugged Levi's side tightly as he smiled with pride. "I love you."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "I love you too."

"You know, we should thank our mothers for pushing us together."

Levi sighed. "I know, but knowing my mother she'll say those words I hate."

You let Levi go, then faced him and cupped his face. "I know, my love, but she was right. Both our mothers were right."

He pouted. "Yeah, I know."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. "We'll get two weeks of peace on our honeymoon."

He lifted you up. "I can't wait. Me and you for two week straight on holiday."

You hummed a laugh as you looked down at your wonderful husband. "I'm excited."

Kuchel hugged your mother as they caught up with you and Levi. "Look at our babies!"

You looked over at the pair. "Hi! Guess you're sisters now."

Levi put you down on your feet. "Thank you, both of you for planning today. It turned out perfect."

Kuchel welled up, then ran over and hugged you and Levi. "You're welcome!"

Your mother hugged you both next. "Very welcome!"

Levi let out a long sigh. "Alright ma, say it."

She pretended to not know what he was on about. "What do you mean?"

He gritted his teeth. "Just say it."

She grinned. "I told you so!"

He groaned. "Alright, it's out in the open now. Can we all move on?"

"Of course, you should go on your honeymoon and start on those grandkids."

Your mother nodded. "Kuchel is right. Time is ticking for us two and we're getting very old."

Levi picked you up. "We're leaving. Bye you old hags."

You laughed and blew them kisses. "We love you both! Bye!"

Kuchel smiled. "I'm so proud of them."

Your mother nodded. "Me too."

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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any dad!levi hcs for father’s day today🥺🤲🏽

Absolutely!! I’ll do this I guess using the kids I have for him in my parent au? If you’ve read that, you know about Holden, but there are two more so prepare to meet them :’) happy father’s day to Levi <33

To begin with, you guys would plan to have your kids (to the best of your abilities; you were intentionally trying to have kids at a time when you both knew you were ready for them.

Although accidents to do happen, and Levi would welcome an unplanned child all the same; that being said, if you’re both want a family, you would have discussed it beforehand (which is to a degree, is a lot about mental preparation for himself).

In his perfect world, he’d have two daughters. They’d be equal parts him and you, and they’d be quiet and curious and lovely and life would be good. He’d spend his days with you and his two tiny daughters, raising his little family and doing all he could for his favorite girls.

So, naturally, he does get two daughters, but also a son in between; and the latter two kids are far from easy in their own unique ways lmfao

You might have already met Holden, and she’s the oldest in my dad Levi au, and the most like him. Levi’s dark hair, his grey eyes, his overall unimpressed visage, his knack for cleanliness and organization—down to the way she holds her sippy cups, she’s damn near Levi’s doppleganger.

Holden is somewhere between 3.5-4 years old before you have your second kid, and in that time is when Levi confirms he thinks he was cut out to be a certified Girl Dad.

Both Levi and Holden take quality father-daughter time very seriously. It’s impossible to change plans once they’re set: “Daddy, you promised we would go to the famer’s market on Sunday. You pinky promised.” And Levi wouldn’t dare break a pinky promise, so he makes time for it.

Levi doesn’t play favorites with his kids, but there is something special about Holden as his first born. He’s constantly in awe of just how much she resembles him. Four years into raising her and it’s still hard to wrap his head around.

Much to his chagrin, Hange and Eren are Holden’s favorite adults. Maybe Levi understands the admiration for Hange, but Eren... come on, Holden, you’re breaking his heart at that point.

It’s almost out of character for your daughter to be so openly affectionate about someone outside of your immediate family, but she really loves having Eren as a babysitter; and you know she’s playing favorites, because she remains neutral on Armin, even though he and Eren always babysit as a duo.

She doesn’t have a favorite grandparent, but Kenny spoils her the most. Levi tells him he shouldn’t, but when has Kenny ever listened to Levi. The man isn’t a fan of kids, but he thinks yours and Levi’s are pretty cool, and Holden is about the coolest 4 year old he could ever meet.

When she was learning to walk, Levi’s favorite thing was holding her little hand and guiding her around. Even now, when she can stand perfectly fine on her own two feet, Levi loves it when she reaches for his hand; Holden is a pretty independent kid, even at 4 years old, so Levi never takes affection from her for granted.

They’re best friends and Holden goes everywhere with him. Their favorite father-daughter activity is going to the grocery store, and Levi lets Holden point to and assess her favorite fruits and veggies while she sits happily in the shopping cart.

Sometimes there are other parents struggling with a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Levi simply clicks his teeth, while Holden shakes her little head. “That’s pretty embarassing, daddy,” she says, looking at the poor parent with an unamused glare that rivals Levi’s. He nods and pushes the cart past the scene, “Tell me about it, kid.”

Your second kid is a boy, and he looks more like you than Levi, but manages to have Levi’s signature hair color and pout when things aren’t going his way.

He comes as a shock to both you and Levi, because after your ultrasound, you were told you were having another girl. Turns out, they’d accidentally mixed up your files, and you were having a boy instead, which you do not find out until your mid-term check up a few months later. Cue Levi buffering like an old computer.

Kiaan is welcomed all the same, even tho Levi is still in disbelief; he was mentally preparing to have another daughter on his hands. He puts more pressure on himself with his son; not that he wasn’t trying his best to be a parent to Holden, but any insecurities he might have about being a good come out when your son is born, because Levi has no “man of the house” example to follow from.

You reassure him that your son will turn out to be just fine, and raising him the way you raised Holden, and would have raised another daughter is perfectly acceptable. Of course Levi rises to the occasion after the initial shock; he’s determined to be the dad to his son that he never had.

Where Holden is more reserved, Kiaan likes to talk and babble about anything whenever and wherever he can, to whoever is around. It’s not uncommon for you or Levi to find your son completely entertained by telling a story out loud to himself while playing with his toys.

Loves to rope Levi into making his toys interact and have “conversations” with each other, and Kiaan genuinely thinks his dad is hilarious, even if he doesn’t completely understand what he’s saying. It always makes Levi smile to hear Kiaan try and copy the bass and tone of his voice when he’s mocking him.

Kiaan loves messing with his dad, and Levi’s all talk, so of course he lets him. He’ll be on a Zoom meeting for work, and Kiaan will be sat in his lap, running little toy cars across the desk in front of him, or tugging on Levi’s hair, and Levi just lets him. It makes quite the cute sight, and Hange has definitely taken a few screen recordings.

That being said, your son is more of a mama’s boy than anything. Kiaan loves messing with Levi, but if you’re in the room, there’s a 95% chance he’ll be on your lap or at your side shadowing whatever you’re doing.

Kiaan is a universal copycat tho, so whatever you, Levi, or Holden say or do, he tries for himself. This makes him especially susceptible to repeating Levi’s foul language and bad habits than Holden. (“Kiaan, you can’t sleep on the chair, it’s not good for your back.” “But daddy sleeps on the chairs sometimes!” “...Alright kid, you got me there.”)

He’s a very loving kid with his words, too, always thanking people and proclaiming his love, so he doesn’t exactly have a “favorite” adult or babysitter, but he does get particularly excited when Erwin or Farlan come around. He feels especially tall when Erwin lets him sit on his shoulders, and Farlan always entertains his story-telling.

He’s a sucker for his grandma though, and gives Kuchel a million kisses whenever she comes around. Does not let go over her for the entire time she’s over at your house, and will sit on her lap throughout dinner.

The most affectionate child, so where Holden only likes holding hands, Kiaan loves cuddling with you and Levi, and likes to be held whenever possible. Levi spoils him a little too much, and more often than not, if you’re walking outside for more than two hours, Kiaan will end up on Levi’s shoulders or in your arms.

Your last kid is another girl, and, yeah she’s just a baby no older than a few months, but Levi can’t help but think she’s especially tiny, and he can’t help but to look at her and hold her whenever possible. Your baby girl also leaves Levi a little dumbstruck because she manages to look like a combination of you and his mother.

As she grows, it becomes apparent that you’ve got another daddy’s girl on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you’re literally breast feeding her, Aria will throw a tantrum if she’s separated from Levi for more than an hour.

The good news is, her sleep cycle is as irregular as Levi’s, so he’s got someone to keep him company when everyone else has gone to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, this also means Aria naps a lot during the day, which leaves Levi a little bored since Holden is old enough to be in school full-time, and Kiaan is gone for at least a portion of the day.

So, he would never tell you, but sometimes he wakes Aria up from her naps just a little bit early to spend more time with her (and cure his boredom). Having an infant trying to grab at his hair with her ravioli sized baby fists while he tries to cook lunch certainly makes the task more difficult, but it also adds welcomed color to his day.

You and Levi have to hold Aria constantly when she’s awake or else she’ll cry (although, if you leave her in the arms of her siblings, she does settle down, too); that, or she’ll find her tiny baby hands somewhere they shouldn’t be. Like dipped in a jar of strawberry jam. Or peanut butter. Or both.

Levi talks to his kids like he would any other adult, so it’s not uncommon to find him brewing tea with a baby strapped to his chest, narrating the steps to good tea-making out loud to her for her to hear. He swears she can understand him, and he attributes Holden and Kiaan’s growing vocabularies, and the early ages at which they started speaking to this.

Aria will be in her little chest strap thing while Levi’s cooking dinner, and he’ll look down at her like, “Alright, we’re gonna julienne your carrots today. Yesterday we cubed them, but you’ve got grabby hands, so this will give you more room to work with.”

Kiaan loves holding Aria and honestly just being around her, and you and Levi think it’s adorable how he loves to play with her, and how he knows to be gentle with her. He shares a room with her, and loves sharing his bedtime story times, so you or Levi will read them to sleep together.

Holden isn’t crazy about babies, but she’s a good older sister, and Aria seems to be obsessed with her. She crawls and scoots towards her if given the opportunity, and Holden will always look to you or Levi before attempting to hold or lift her up, as if asking permission. She’ll pat Aria’s head to get her to stop crying, or let her play with her hands.

Levi thinks one of the best parts about being a dad is seeing the different dynamics and relationships between your kids. Holden isn’t most physically or verbally affectionate, but she’s still compassionate, and Kiaan looks up to her; and Kiaan is the perfect middle ground, knowing when it’s appropriate to bother (affectionate) Holden, and when to give her space, and curiously hovers around his baby sister, too.

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caramelcal · 4 years ago

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the truth hurts...{part eleven}

Every time your soulmate lies, a mark presents itself on your body. In a world like this, people normally told the truth so that their soulmate didn’t have to deal with the consequences. But your soulmate? They seemed persistent to make your life hell, and mark your body until there was no skin left.

Word Count: 1k

a/n: okay so, i feel like you guys deserve an apology for many reasons.

1. for this being late, 2. because it’s only 1k words, 3. because of the content but damnnnn crap goes down.

This is the second last part omg

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“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Theo asks as he pulls away from you, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“It’s gone, the ink is gone,” You mutter quietly, your voice so quiet that if Theo didn’t have super hearing he would have heard you.

Looking down, he sighs and pushed himself away from you, your eyes flickering up to him. It’s crazy, he doesn’t seem confused about it, because surely he would have no idea what you were talking about, yet, Theo is never confused. He always seems to know what’s going on.

“D-Did you know about this?” It was a dumb question, but not for reasons you thought it was. Theo could not possibly know what was going on, he didn’t even know about your soulmate marks, much less how they’ve pretty much disappeared.

He glances up, blue eyes looking at you with a mixture of sympathy and apprehensiveness in his glance. He can see as your e/c eyes glance between him and your arms and suddenly everything starts to fall into place.

Theo was conniving, a liar, he had so many secrets. His secrets had secrets, like a never-ending spew of lies was all that ever came out of his mouth. But the truth had been revealed, and with that, his soulmate would no longer carry the burden of his marks.

“Listen y/n, before you say anything-”

“It’s you,” You speak quietly, but Theo can hear you. Your eyes are narrowed into slits whilst you walk towards the boy, voice getting louder, “It’s you. How could you!”

You’re standing right in front of him now, but before you can even think about acting out of anger or hysterics, Theo is grabbing onto your arms. Tears are rolling from your eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever hated anyone as much as you hate Theo right now, “How could you!”

Theo might not say, but your screams, your hatred towards him breaks his heart. It’s been years since he’s shared any sort of vulnerability, but right now you’re testing him, “y/n, calm down!”

“Out of everyone it had to be you!” You scream, eyes clouding with tears whilst you look at the Chimera.

He doesn’t know what to say and instead is frozen still. He knew that you would find out soon enough, but he never expected you to hold so much resentment towards him. Sure, he expected that you would be angry, but he never expected that you would be so hysterical.

Maybe there was a tiny piece of Theo that wanted you to be calm about it, that wanted you to be happy to find him, your soulmate. Yet, as he stood there in front of you as the tears fell from your eyes, face red with anger he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

You go quiet when you divert your eyes to the ground, fists curled up into balls. Everything that happened, everything that Theo’s done, and he’s your soulmate. There’s a part that’s screaming at yourself to stop shouting because it’s Theo but every piece of anger you have clouds it out until it’s simply a silent voice, a thought your mind doesn’t even realize it’s had because you remember what he’s cost you. What his lies have done to you.

“You ruined my life,” You mutter, thoughts flickering to the face of your mom, her screaming and disgusted face at the sight of your arms, your ink-covered arms.

Blue eyes cast up to look at you, but you still stare down at the floor. Theo wants to hug you, to tell you that he was sorry because he was. He didn’t know exactly what happened but he knows how badly you were covered in ink. He can tell that his lies have impacted you much more than they would anyone else, maybe even including himself.

Yet, as much as he wants to comfort you, he doesn’t. He stands still, despite the frown that falls onto his face.

“And you knew all this time, didn’t you? That I was your soulmate?” You finally look back up at him, noticing the sadness that trails in his blue eyes yet it only makes you angrier. How could he possibly be upset when he has caused you so much pain, so much anguish?

Theo is silent, but it speaks volumes. Of course, he knows, he probably used your soulmate bond to make you trust him so he could worm his way into the pack faster. You couldn’t even process it.

There was a part of you that had always hoped that you would eventually meet your soulmate and despite everything you’ve endured due to their lies on your skin, it would be worth it. You had seen soulmate love, like your grandpa with your grandma before you died and it was beautiful, something that you had always yearned for. Yet, as you stood in front of the very man that the gods had allocated to you, your soulmate, you wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face.

“I got kicked out of my mom’s house for your lies, my whole family hates me apart from my grandma!” You start to list, moving towards Theo with malice in your voice, “I can’t be loved because you couldn’t keep yourself from lying.”

“That’s not true,” Theo finally decides to speak, shaking his head as his eyes poured into yours, “You aren’t loveless y/n/n. Because I love you.”

Theo doesn’t even realize what he’s said until he’s said it, but not a moment comes when he regrets it. Theo had never been one to admit his feelings for anyone or to be in love in the first place, but you were different. Not only because you were his soulmate, but because he admired you as a person. The way you kept yourself together, the way you absentmindedly fiddled with your hair when you were nervous, how you twirled your pen whilst you studied, he admired it all.

However, you didn’t feel the same.

“No Theo, you don’t love me. The heart in your chest isn’t even yours, you don’t love anyone.”

#teen wolf theo #theo raeken #theo raeken x reader #teen wolf theo x reader #cody christian x reader #cody christian x you #cody christian #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

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greekbros · 4 years ago

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"greek-Bros: When in Rome, wait wut?; The Reboot Nobody Fucking Asked For"

*after two incidences with his sons, Zeus has recruited Hades and Poseidon to investigate why the living hell was so distracting about Rome*

Zeus: *poorly disguised as a shepard* Well, it is a mighty fine city indeed. It's almost comparable to Athens. Don't you think so?

Poseidon: *also poorly disguised as the world's most muscular fisherman* It is dear brother! Why even our statues here are incredibly beautiful!

Hades: *who's cleverly disgusted as an old lady* hmf.

Poseidon: What's the matter Hades? Disgruntled that you don't have a shrine dedicated to you?

Hades: No quite frankly I actually don't care about shrines or temples in my honor. *Looks around and sees the same issues that the Bois saw* .....why do the mortals here call me Pluto?

Zeus and Poseidon: *both laugh at that*

Hades: Hahaha, laugh all you want.

Centurion: YOU TWO! How DARE you laugh at that poor, ugly old crone! You're under arrest for harassing the elderly!

Hades: *grins*

Zeus: *having absolutly none of this BS* .......

Poseidon: Ugh but sir we-

Centurion: *takes out cuffs and chains, FuCkInG puts them on Zeus and Poseidon* You're coming downtown! *Drags the both of them*

Zeus: *glares into space completely understanding why his sons tried to destroy Rome*

Poseidon: But sir! You can't just thrown people in jail for laughing!

Centurion: *in a completely casual tone* I deeply sorry sir but as of late there has been a zero tolerance policy throughout the city, orders say we MUST make an immediate arrest and put you through the identification process.

Hades: *still as an old crone clicks heels and walks away to sight see*

*later*

Mortus: *looming in the dark corner of the interrogation room, walks slowly to the table and slams his fist*.....where were you on the day of the Coliseum's destruction... And if you weren't there where were you on the day of its reopening?

An innocent bean farmer: *shaking in fear* ugh....in my field sir?

Mortus: *glares at the farmer*

A Centurion: *walks in the room* Sir! We have more prisoners! I think you maybe interested in these two.

Mortus: *slowly turns around* ......if this is another dead end.... you're joining the rest of the scum at the crucifixion field.

A Centurion: *gulps* ....y-yes sir.

Mortus: Bring them in...oh and release this one.

Bean Farmer: *just fucking bolts out of the room*

Mortus: .....

Centurion: *brings in Zeus, whom already looks a little claustrophobic in the already small room* There's a second one outside.

*outside*

Poseidon: *apparently has attracted the attention of many young beautiful women* Fear not Roman citizens! For I Po-*thinks of a name*...uhm...Paul.... understands your infatuation, but alas I am happily married, BUT let that not stop you from admiring my very being! *Tries to flex while handcuffed*

The small crowd of women: *swooned*

A Centurion: oh shut up.

*inside*

Mortus: *actually a little intimidated by Zeus and his stone cold resting death face*....Well now....you rather large for a shepard. Retired I suppose?

Zeus: ....no.

Mortus: Than what is your occupation?

Zeus: ......I do not think you have the jurisdiction to ask me.

Mortus: *getting angry* Where were you when the Coliseum was being destroyed!?

Zeus: .... Probably with your mother, who I would be certain would be very ashamed that her son has decided to harass the elderly.

Mortus: *steaming mad* YOU WILL ANSWER THE QUESTION!

Zeus: I want to speak with my lawyer.

Mortus: WHAT?!?

A Centurion: Um sir, we have a Mr-*looks at a crudly written card* Plutonium? He's a law maker and legally represents the detainee.

Mortus: *feeling a cold sweat as if the devil has entered the building, looks at Zeus*

Zeus: *smiling*

Mortus: ....bring him in.

Hades: *now looks more like a mortal version of himself but now carries a satchel* Good evening my name is Cryus Plutonium and I have heard my client and his brother have been unlawfully detained. *Places a scroll on the table* Sir if I may infer, I've been working several weeks in the law office and I have found no evidence of this new "Zero tolerance policy". So I do believe you have no legal right to detain and must release him-

Poseidon: *from outside* AND ME!

Hades: -and his brother.

Mortus: *stares in disbelief* ....what.

Hades: *slowly walks to Zeus and unbinds him*

Zeus: thank you.

Hades: Now. Let us l-*feels a sword near his next* ......

Mortus: *has just about snapped* .....I've been after you and your mutant kin for a whole year and three months.....you owe not just me....but you owe the empire....an explanation.

Hades: ............

Zeus: ...........*lifts a finger, shocks him and tases Mortus, knocking him cold* ................you know something.......I think I finally understand why the children hate this place.

Hades: *shakes his head, as the two leave they see poseidon just flexing for a small crowd while the Centurion who was gaurding him is tied to a support beam*

A Centurion: Please help me.

Zeus: *points and sarcastically smiles* No. *Walks to Poseidon and drags him* It's time to go.

Poseidon: Awww....but I was just getting the crowd warmed up!

Hades: Let's just say they'll be warmed up with a few weeks of heavy thunderstorms.

Poseidon: .....can there be earthqu-

Zeus: You may bury the lot.

Poseidon: *smiles* Huzzah!

Hades: Or....we can be a little less intrusive.

Zeus: Fine, I shall ask Odin if he wants to help.

Hades: Yes my thoughts exactly.

Zeus: *still angry until he sees Octavia and little Caius and suddenly feels a little odd*......Hades.

Hades: yes

Zeus: I understand you don't have children...but what are the chances that one of my sons may have left something behind.

Hades: *trying to understand what Zeus meant until he saw Caius* Hmm....oh come now you're not going to take the child away from. His mother....or..... fornicate with her.....are you?

Zeus: .....oh damn it all....we can't destroy this city........

Poseidon: *in a singsong tone* I can! *Suddenly a little rumble starts until Zeus bonks him on the head* ~°

Zeus: No....the city of Rome...if officially protected.

Hades: ........all this because there's a bastard grandson around here isn't it?

Zeus: Silence Hades. Look at him, not a care in the world. Enjoying his moments with his dear mother talking to Hera a-WHAT THE?!?!

Hades: Wait Hera is here??

Poseidon: *rubbing his head* Hey look! It's Amphitrite too!

Hera: *talking to Octavia* Oh yes, married life is great but have you ever considered divorce?

Octavia: Oh heavens no, even though my husband has been rather distent. I'm positive he isn't in an adulterous relationship. That's punishable but crucifixion here.

Amphitrite: Well yes darling, for the WOMEN, men here get away with it scot-free.

Octavia: Oh heavens no.

Caius: *squirming a little*

Octavia: aww what the matter deary.

Hera: *knotices that Caius has few enough features of Zeus to be related but not directly enough to be his son* Aw what an adorable little baby boy. Who's the father?

Octavia: oh I'm happily married to General Mortus Biccus.

Hera: hmm....

Zeus: Oh there you are my beautiful, wonderful and not here to make sure I'm cheating on her wife! *Grits teeth* what are you doing here?!

Hera: ....I was wondering the same thing. I'm here shopping for some exotic fruits.

Amphitrite: *shows her basket of bananas*

Zeus: Oh.

Poseidon: *enthralled by the bananas* ohhhh.....

Hades: Well....I guess we can all go home then.

Octavia: Oh my! This must be your husband. You must be very lucky to have married such a big strong man.

Hera: *unamused* I am so blessed.

Zeus: *puts his arm around her* not as blessed as I am to be married to her.

Octavia: aww.

Caius: *kinda happy sensing he's found grandma and grandpa* c:

Zeus: *now getting a closer look, the baby literally looks like a spitting image of Hermes* oh my.

Mortus: THERE YOU ARE! *huffing and puffing from running* You are all under arrest!

Octavia: Oh Mortus, don't be so rude to these fine people they have done nothing wrong.

Mortus: This man shot LIGHTNING out of his finger! And that one *points to Hades* is...well he's just scary and THAT one is just annoying! *points to Poseidon*

Poseidon and Amphitrite: *sharing a banana and suddenly stop* hmf?

Mortus: These men are connected to the destruction of the coliseum last year and the disappearance of Gaius!

Zeus: ....Oh! You mean my sons? Oh yes they're actually harmless. You see, they're traveling magicians and they perform fantastic illusions!

Mortus: NO! FUCK YPU OLD MAN! I know what the people saw! Clearly something is going on! ...my suspensions are...that you...and your cohorts.....are demons!

Octavia: Mortus!

Caius: :c

Zeus: ....oh that's rather rude.

Hera: Now hang on a minute. Let's prove our innocence.

Zeus: Hera what are you doing?

Hera: .....you know, the gods are technically innocent....and exempt from being accused of any crime.

Mortus: *tempted to mention Emperor Caligula and his recent campaign against Poseidon but decided not to*

Hera: ...so...if we were gods...we would be innocent.

Octavia: Hmm...she does have a point.

Mortus: What are you getting at?

Zeus: *deep sigh* Fine...I lied.....me...my lovely wife and my brothers....are all gods......I'm actually Zeus, she's Hera and so on and so forth. My sons are were Apollo, Hermes and Dionysus....you see....it's likely their fault for losing their tempers, I apologize for that too. And I apologize for shocking you but you did threaten to crucify me.

Mortus: ..........*starts laughing hysterically and has officially lost his mind*

Octavia: Oh dear. Let's go honey, I must apologize for my husband's behavior. He's been working day and night. Oh sweetheart let's go.

Caius: byebye c: *waves*

Mortus: *while laughing like a mad man* HAHAHAH wait! I HAVE to know this but IS Caius here yours?!? HAHAHAHA I mean, I don't have BALLS! HAHAHAHAHAHA *gets dragged back home*

Zeus: ......you didn't help with that last portion did you?

Hera: No. I figured a man who looked as pathetic and desperate like that probably was already at his wit's end.... Speaking of which is that child yours?

Zeus: hmm....

*back at Olypmus*

Zeus: *pulls the ears of Hermes and Dionysus*

Hera: *helping with the situation and pulls Apollo's and Ares's ear*

Zeus: You boys are forbidden from returning to Rome. And as for you Hermes....it's one thing frolicking with farm maidens with incompetent husbands....but a war general with no testicles?....shame on you.

Hermes: *knows what he's talking about*.....worth it. *Feeling his ear getting pulled* ow~°

#Zeus #when in rome wait wut #greek-Bros #greek bros #greek gods #roman vs greek jokes #hera #poseidon #hades #Amphitrite #dionysus #Apollo #ares #hermes

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crackheadh0urr · 4 years ago

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Puppy (Audrey Rose x AK/VK!Daughter of Maleficent and King Stefan)

(If you've seen the 2014 Maleficent, you'll get where I got Stefan from)

As Audrey walked throught Jane's party, Adriene couldn't help but notice how much finer she looked as a villain. She and Audrey have always had a rocky relationship. One minute, they're cool. The next, their at each other's throat. It might have had something to do with Adriene being half AK, half VK. Audrey hated it, but at the same time, she knew Adriene was a good friend to her. As Audrey was about to cast a spell, Adriene slowly walks up to her, "Whoa! Whoa." She laughs nervously, her semi deep voice catching the attention of the magenta haired girl, "Ya know, um. You think you might need a um sidekick? A companion?" Adriene says while still walking up to Audrey who just glares at her with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow, "A loyal best friend? Hell, even an errand girl?" Adriene asks with a lip bite. Audrey hums followed by an evil laugh, "Hm, maybe I do. But, why should I give that position to you?" She asks in a baby voice, batting her eyelashes. Adriene chuckles slightly, "I um... Maybe, not trying to be rude, I'm one of the ONLY people that can put up with you," She starts making Maleficent's staff gem glow, "A-And, don't want you to be lonely. I can also provide a lil extra protection." The curly afro-haired girl says. Audrey laughs, "What protection?" She asks. Adriene walks up to her and touches the staff making her eyes glow an eerie greenish yellow, "I am part Maleficent." She whispers as her lips ghosted Audrey. The shorter girl let out a shaky sigh, "You... You could be useful. Get behind me." She says plainly making Adriene nod rapidly and stand behind her.

"Happy birthday, to you..." Audrey sings as pink dust appears making a bunch of people fall asleep, "Happy birthday, to you..." More people fall. Jane looks around, desperately trying to find a place to hide, "Happy birthday... To you..." Audrey finishes. Unbeknownst to her, Jane dived into the enchanted lake as pink clouds appear to take both Audrey and Adriene away and hide them somewhere safe.

~~~

Uma flips through Audrey's diary with furrowed eyebrows, "You fucked up her life completely, Mal." She laughs out making Mal glare at Uma. The green haired girl laughs again, "But, you also made it better in a way..." She replies catching everyone's attention, "What do you mean?" Celia Facilier asks with curious eyes. Uma shakes her head, "Seems as though Ms. Goody Goody is bisexual." She replies making the group of VKs gasp, "Really?" Carlos asks. Uma nods, "She said, and I quote, Mal took everything from me. My future, my crown, my Benny-boo. But, there's someone that made me forget all of that. It's like I hate her, but I like her," Mal's eyes widened as she muttered something making Carlos and Evie shush her, "I admit, I started off disliking her when she came from the isle and when Mal took Ben from me, I started to eventually hate her because of what another VK did. Unfortunately and fortunately, she kept following me like a lost puppy. She kept trying to cheer me up. Make me understand that what her Mal did was not her fault. Her persistance and flirty nature made me unconsciously grow to like her as a good friend, considering she put up with a lot of my bullshit," Uma continues, evntually making all of the VKs sit around her as she read,

"When she hugged me, I just wanted us to stay like that. She's a little bit taller than me which I hated because she always made fun of my height. In such little time, she put so much admiration and love in my heart for her. She made me feel a lot of things Ben never made me feel. She even complimented me all the time and I would blush because she would give me a certain look when she said something about me that she loved. I hated feeling this way for a girl. My grandma would never accept it... So, I pushed her away. I picked fights with her just to get her away from me. It hurt me so bad because she was the only person who really tried to become my friend. She put up with my mood swings and constant complaining.

The only thing about my situation is that she saw right through me. She knew that I didn't want to push her away. But, she didn't know the reason. Just like that, I went from the Audrey she knew to the Audrey everyone hated. And I started to treat her as I treated everyone else." Uma finishes. Jay was in shock, "So, let me get this straight. Audrey likes a VK, but she's afraid of what her grandmother might say so she pushes her away. Who is this mysterious girl?" He asks. Uma flips back a few pages, "Right here." She says,

"I feel as if my world is crashing. Nobody but me knows that Mal gave Ben a love potion cookie. Ben and I were destined to be together... At least that's what my grandmother and parents say. Why did I let some VK take my whole life? I can't bare to take anymore mental abuse from them. Why me? There's one girl though. A VK and AK mix. I hate her with a burning passion, but she makes me oddly happy. Do I really hate her? She was there for me the exact same time Mal potioned Ben. I should know, because I sat next to her and she kept whispering sweet things into my ear. Who is she and who gave her the right to make me blush? The words she said to me were enough to block out any mental abuse my family dished out. She voice was smooth yet raspy. It was feminine with a hint of deepness.

She kept complimenting me on little things she noticed that I didn't know. I was gonna accuse her of being a stalker, but reality hit me hard before I could. Ben never really took time to notice any little details about me. But, this random girl, this VK took the time to point out stuff that I didn't notice about me. Instead of yelling at her or being bitchy like I usually was, I just smiled. A flashed a real smile and took in all of her compliments. The girl was honestly stunning. She had curly orangeish blonde hair that was black as you skimmed it. Her skin was relatively tan and she had tattoos littered all around her body which made her look a little more sexy in my eyes. What made me confused is that she looked so bad ass, but when she smiled, her face became more baby like. It was adorable. And god knows I can't forget those eyes. Her greenish eyes.

Her name is Adriene. And I think I might've made a new friend. One of my first true friends." Uma reads and gasps when she sees the picture. Mal looks at Uma, "Well, what is it?!" She asks impatiently. The dark skin girl turns the book around, "Is-... Isn't that your younger sister, Adriene?" Carlos asks,

Mal's hands slowly formed a fist, "So, you mean to tell me... Audrey has a crush on MY sister...?" She asks through gritted teeth. Uma nods while looking at the purple haired girl. Evie nods her head, "Maybe, just maybe... I have an idea..." She says softly.

~~~

Audrey sighs softly and sits down on a couch while staring Adriene down. Adriene grins, "Ya need anything, princess?" She asks. Audrey scowls, "It's Queen to you!" She snaps. Adriene raises her hands in defense, "Ight ight, My Queen." She says in a certain tone making Audrey turn red and blast her with the sceptre. Adriene clutches her arm, "OW! What the hell?!" She asks Audrey with a slight glare. The magenta hair girl glares back, "Stop being cute!" She says with an eyeroll as she sees a wide smile form on Adriene's face, "Or what?" She asks while tilting her head. Audrey glares making Adriene sulk, “Fine fine, i’ll stop.” She says, mumbling a couple of profanities afterwards. Audrey stood up and walked over to Adriene slowly. The curly haired girl tilts her head. She was about to voice her confusion until Audrey placed her head and right hand on Adriene’s chest. Something Audrey would usually do when she’s mad, upset, or needs comfort.

Adriene didn’t question Audrey. All she did was wrap her arms around Audrey’s waist, “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but it’s gonna be okay, Drey.” Adriene says softly. Audrey grips the taller girl’s shirt, “Promise?” She whisper asks. Adriene shook her head, “I can’t promise you that, but I can promise you this... I’m going to protect you no matter the cost. Don’t worry, lil mama.” She reassures making Audrey nod. Adriene kisses Audrey’s forehead, “I’ll be back.” She says and walks towards the front door. Audrey stops her with the sceptre, “And where are you going?” She asks. Adriene chuckles, “Calm down, queen. I’m bout to start a fire. For some reason, i’m craving smores.” She answers truthfully. Audrey furrows her eyebrows before letting her leave.

it’s been almost an hour since Adriene left and Audrey started to visibly get worried. The magenta haired girl checked her sceptre and instantly got angry,

“So, you left us to be with Audrey?!” Mal shouts in a tied up Adriene’s face. Adriene had a deep scowl present on her face, “Yeah, I did. And i’d do it over and over again, bastard child.” Adriene spat calmly earning a hard backhand against the face. Adriene’s spat out blood and a tooth as Mal hit her real hard, “IF YOU ARE LISTENING AUDREY, GIVE US THE STAFF OR ADRIENE GETS IT!” Mal shouts.

Audrey breathing became heavy and her eyes teared up “Adriene...” She whimpers,

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER, AUDREY! IT’S A FUCKING TRAP! I CAN HOLD MY OWN, BAE, KEEP THE SCEPTRE!” Adriene shouts earning another smack from Jay this time, “Shut up, bitch!” He shout. Blood ran down Adriene’s chin as she struggled to get up.

Audrey balls up her fist, “NO!” She screetches and disappears.

#descendants #Audrey Rose #audrey rose x reader #gxg imagine #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Better Like This: Chapter 3: Tactics

Chapter Summary: You try to get closer to Bucky via his friends. What happens when your plan works out all too well?

Warnings: jealous Bucky (maybe, what do I know), a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, swearing, Sam being a smart-ass, slow-burn fic, fist fight, blood, hurt Omega

Word Count: 3229

A/N: Once again, thank you so much for the feedback on the previous chapter, you guys are amazing. This story is kinda slow-burn, so I hope all of you are ok with that. Again, if you would like to see this story take a certain direction, let me know and I’ll see what I can do with it xx

Series Masterlist __ Masterlist

< Previous Chapter

It’s been almost two weeks since your first day at the unit. After trying a few more times to actually get Bucky to talk to you (unsuccessfully, of course, his growling would get the room quiet every time) you decided to ease off. You weren’t about to give up on your true mate. Not even close. His scent was intoxicating, and you loved spending your time in the office just so you could catch some lingering smell left after him.

You decided to give him space and to let him come to you when he would feel like it. And you knew he would eventually have to feel like it, he couldn’t be immune, for christ’s sake.

Meanwhile, you tried to get to know the team better. You and Scott became almost inseparable during those days, you’d spent a few nights at his house, dining there and getting to know Hope. She was the most intelligent person you’ve probably ever met and her beauty? Wow! You would always tell Scott how lucky he was to get a mate like her. He knew it, of course, but his ego grew whenever people saw his amazing mate by his side, always looking up to him proudly and lovingly.

You even went for a beer with Tony, Bruce, and Natasha, having one hell of a good time. Tony and Bruce were so cute, you thought your teeth might rot from all the fluff around you. You were happy for them; definitely, it was just that you wanted what they had, and were kinda jealous. But only a little bit.

You loved to bake and so every time you baked some cookies or muffins, you brought them to work, to make your colleagues happy and giddy like little kids. The first time you brought something with you, they all hugged you so tightly and pronounced love so loudly that you could just laugh and with the same breath promise them that you’d bake more.

The only reserved people were Bucky, Sam, and your Captain. You knew they were all friends and shit, but you couldn’t understand why they didn’t talk to you when it wasn’t necessary. You got that Steve was your captain and that you probably shouldn’t be too familiar with him, but Sam? That was another story. And you had plans for that also.

The case you were working on went cold after about a week, as there were no new leads, no witnesses and worst of all, the victim died during a surgery. You were still trying to figure some stuff out, but without sufficient evidence, there wasn’t much you could do.

You were sitting at your table, discussing possible motives for the Omega’s murder with Scott, your baked goods on the table with only a few chocolate chip cookies left. You could see Sam entering the door, without Bucky, and you took your chance.

You stood up quickly, grabbed the plate and marched towards Sam, with something as a piece offering cookies. “Hey, I saved you some, I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chips, but I took my chance. I swear I’m not trying to poison you, Sam,” you giggled and stretched your hand with the plate on it towards Sam. He smirked and shook his head but took one cookie nevertheless. Win! “Well, I must try some, Stark wouldn’t shut up about your blueberry muffin, so I guess you’re real good at this, huh?” And he is making small talk, you thought, yes!

“They almost tore my arm from my body just to get to those muffins quicker, they are monsters, I’m telling you.”

Sam laughed a little and then moaned. Kinda. “Oh my God, Y/L/N, these are perfect, I mean, they taste like heaven! What the… I’m one of the monsters now! You got me addicted!”

“Uhm, thank you, I guess,” you giggled at the look in front of you. Sam was stuffing his mouth with your cookies with one hand, while the other was trying to pick as many crumbs, he could reach, to have a little more taste.

“So chocolate chip ok with you, Wilson?” “Hell, anything’s good with me as long as it comes from those heavenly hands. And by the way, who doesn’t like chocolate chip, huh?” You’d laugh with him, but a vicious growl stopped you.

“Me,” Bucky said, chest heaving, jaw set and eyes almost glowing. With anger? Who knew, but you weren’t about to speak up, he looked like he’d kill you if you even took a breath. You didn’t know if Sam was oblivious to his partner’s posture and look, or if he actually wanted to sport a black eye, but he didn’t shut up.

“C’mon, Buck. If you tried Y/N’s cookies, you would’ ve-“ he was interrupted by another low growl. “I don’t need to try anything to see that it just doesn’t suit me. That I wouldn’t like it, even if I’ve never tried it. But I’m telling you, Sam, back off.”

Never tried? Who has never tried a freaking chocolate chip cookie? Is he some gluten-free, sugar-free raw freak? (no offense here, guys) What the hell? You looked at him dumbfounded not really understanding what he was talking about.

There was probably going on a silent conversation between Bucky and Sam because they were staring each other down, you somehow in the middle of them, still looking at Bucky questionably.

What you didn’t know was that the previous weekend, Steve and Sam ambushed Bucky at his apartment, with some cold beers and a take out. They desperately needed to find out what was really happening (or not happening, in this case) between the two of you, and because they are such nosy little shits, they needed to know it like yesterday.

Bucky was desperately trying to throw them out, really wasn’t in the mood to sit with tow assholes, no matter that they were his best friends. He knew what kind of questions would come up, and he was doing everything in his power to not succumb.

Needless to say, he didn’t succeed.

“SHE IS YOUR WHAT?” Sam yelled in the most high-pitched voice Bucky’s ever heard. “She is your fucking mate- no, no, no, she is your fucking TRUE mate, and you just what, ignore her? Growl at her? Have you lost your goddamn mind, Barnes?”

While Sam was having his little, although very loud meltdown, Steve was just shaking his head. He nudged Sam, who looked at him mid-sentence and immediately shut up when he saw Steve’s face.

“So, you are telling us, that you were so lucky to have found your true mate, the one person who was literally made to be with you, made FOR you, and you decided not to act on it? That’s what you’re telling us, Buck?”

Bucky stared into his best friend’s eyes, trying to get him to understand without actually having to talk about it. Steve felt it, he always did, but he wasn’t willing to let go. Not this time.

“I know you’ve been hurt and stuff, but, why do you think Y/N must necessarily be the same as-“

“Don’t even say her name. Why do I need to explain myself to you two? I’m a grown-ass Alpha, who decided to forever live a bachelor life and you should understand that. Or don’t, I don’t give a shit, just don’t tell me what to do or what not to do.”

“Sure thing, buddy. Just one question, doesn’t her smell like, drives you nuts?” Sam asked him incredulously. “Her smell? Pff, no way, don’t even know what she smells like, told ya, not interested.” Everyone in the room knew it wasn’t true, and Bucky knew they knew. He was just glad they didn’t press him even more.

The truth was, he knew precisely what she smelt like, and if he closed his eyes, he could even feel you on the tip of his tongue. She smelt like freshly cut grass, with a hint of vanilla and coconut- the perfect mix of fresh and sweet at the same time. But he couldn’t think about it about you!

Sam wanted to push his buttons a little more“So, you cool working with your true mate, not being able to touch her? Seeing other Alphas being all over her?” Bucky growled involuntarily. His Alpha side wanted to jump out of his skin, find you, and claim you so that no other Alpha would even lay their eyes on you. His logical side shook all those thoughts away. Nothing good ever came from an Omega, he reminded himself, trying to chase images of you with another man from his mind.

“Pf, you’re totally cool and not interested, my man.” This earned Sam a punch into a shoulder, which Sam knew would bruise, as it did many times before. He really admired his own shoulder for never giving up on him and actually not shattering after so many years of these hard-ass punches by his partner.

Steve was watching them with a smirk. All he wanted was for his best friend to be happy, to let his walls down and let you in. He knew at that moment he would not let Bucky ruin his own life. Not on Steve’s watch.

So when you came towards Sam with those damn-good cookies, he knew he wanted to push Bucky to some action. Sam saw in Bucky’s eyes, damn, his whole posture, that he wasn’t having fun. Sam just couldn’t see if it was Bucky’s anger that Sam was actually bringing it up again, or if he was jealous.

Your plan was simple: get Sam to like so that Bucky could see that you get along with one of his best friends and would get through his thick skull that he could get along with you too. The first part of the plan worked out all too well. Sam loved those cookies, and you two were having fun, well, until Mr Growling-All-the-Time came.

Sam’s voice got you back to reality. “Well, if you aren’t willing to try, then trust me, someone will. For a start, I think these smell delicious and the taste? Wow, even better, ain’t it true, Y/N? What do you put in ‘em.”

You frowned but answered him nevertheless. “Uhm, sure, I guess, it’s my grandma’s recipe, the secret-not-so-secret ingredient is vanilla.”

“Aaah, vanilla, that’s it. I love me some vanilla, let me tell you, girl!”

You were looking at Sam, not really getting where he was going, so what you couldn’t quite see was Bucky’s whole body going rigid, before he lunged at Sam from across the room.

What Bucky didn’t seem to realize, was the closeness between you and Sam, so when he jumped at Sam, he inevitably had to go through you. He didn’t even seem to see you, the venom in his eyes was blinding him momentarily. And because you didn’t see him coming, you couldn’t duck, you couldn’t step away, nothing. You had only time to turn your head to see Bucky being almost on you and brace yourself for the impact.

The crush of three bodies was stronger than you would’ve anticipated. Bucky’s body collided mainly with yours, only his hands grabbing Sam and pulling him closer to him so he could get a good punch. Sam was as shocked as you were. He knew he was getting under Bucky’s skin, but didn’t think it would have such effect.

You fell down like a sack of potatoes. You tried to stop the fall by extending your arms (which must’ve looked great, like a little bird learning to fly but failing miserably) but failed mainly because your left arm caught the corner of one of the tables and you could only feel the searing pain shooting through your lower arm.

You landed with a thud, accompanied by a louder thud, that when your head hit the ground after your body. You laid there, splayed like a starfish, all of your limbs facing different directions. You tried to blink away the black dots, but the more you tried to blink, the more dots you saw. You couldn’t hear any voices, the high-pitched ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing the whole team running towards you and the guys, who didn’t realize what was happening until Steve and Tony separated them.

They were both able to throw about two good punches, knowing they would both be sporting matching black eyes. “Enough!” Steve’s voice boomed through the room. “Are you two so childish you have to fight at the unit? Can’t you take it to the ring after the shift, huh? Not only are you disrupting the piece of the team and the work being actually done, but you also hurt one of our own too.”

With that, both men’s eyes shifted towards where you were standing before the fight occurred, but could only see Scott, Bruce, and Natasha being crouched above someone on the ground.

Bucky nudged Tony to his ribs so that he could get away from him and closer to you. He jumped to your side and tried to touch you, but someone’s hand stopped him in his movement. He looked up and saw it was Scott, with a threatening look in his eyes, holding him back.

“Haven’t you done enough? You don’t need to pretend that you care about her well-being when we both know that you don’t.”

Bucky growled. Again. “Get your hands off of me, Lang.” Scott wanted to say something else, but you groaned audibly from underneath them.

The ringing in your ears stopped, and the black dots weren’t occupying your whole vision, so you tried to blink the rest of them away, only to see Bucky and Scott above your head, Scott gripping tightly on Bucky’s hand, preventing him from touching you.

At one hand, you were super thankful to Scott, he knew how much you were hurting, and when you admitted that Bucky was indeed your true mate, you had your hands full with stopping Scott from marching into Bucky’s apartment and kicking him into his shin.

On the other hand, you wanted to feel what Bucky’s touch was like. You wanted to engulf yourself in his smell and just stay in that safe cocoon.

You realized soon enough that Bucky wasn’t your safe place because he never once allowed you to come close to you and the side thankful to Scott was suddenly stronger.

“Ouch, my head! And why does my arm hurt so fucking much?” you rasped, avoiding Bucky’s searching eyes. Everyone’s heads turned toward your arm, and a hiss escaped Bruce’s mouth. “Well, that’s a nasty gash, Y/N. I think you’ll need some stitches.”

You groaned again, now totally annoyed. “Awesome, that’s just… perfect, really, thanks, guys. What was that even about, Barnes? Jumping at us like that, because of what, goddamn cookies?” Your annoyance transformed itself into being totally pissed. You tried to sit up and suddenly felt a tingling sensation on your back from someone’s touch. Bucky.

You really wanted to let him do anything to you as long as he was not growling and actually being there with you, but, at the same time, you were on the ground, bleeding and possibly with a concussion because of him.

You smacked his hand away. “Don’t,” was the only thing you said to him. “C’mon, Omega, let me-“

Now it was your time to growl. “Omega? Really? So suddenly, I’m an Omega to you? Till about 30 seconds ago, you didn’t want to see me, let alone speak to me and god forbid that I would try to touch you. You said you never wanted an Omega, so how about you let me alone here, with people who actually give a shit about me? Let’s not pretend like you’re one of them.”

You knew your words were laced with venom, but the two frustrating weeks, trying to catch his scent, trying to catch a glimpse of him, those two weeks took a toll on you. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were deeply hurt by Bucky’s behaviour. And you weren’t about to be a good submissive Omega. You didn’t want to be one of those girls who are being hurt continuously but are still fishing for attention, and when they get, they get all cuddly and wet.

Nope. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

He looked hurt, but you tried to ignore him, as Scott and Bruce helped you sit on the nearest chair. What you, therefore, couldn’t see, was Bucky’s face contorting into a pained expression, when you preferred another Alpha touching you, helping you. Bucky knew he had no right to be jealous, and if he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t even try to touch you, let alone call you an Omega.

That was one of the most intimate or insulting ways to address a person one could imagine, depending on the person uttering those words. He knew he had no right for the level of intimacy it required and he definitely didn’t mean to insult you at that moment, it just slipped.

Those two weeks, he tried to do everything in his power to stay away from you, but seeing you helpless and hurt on the ground? Hurt by him? That clouded his judgment, and he didn’t really care about anything but your safety and well-being at the moment. He didn’t get a grip on himself. He wasn’t about to let you hurt him the way Amber did.

He swore once that he would never let anyone that close and he truly wanted to keep his own promise to himself. The only problem was that you were starting to get under his skin, despite him preventing you in every possible way he could think of.

He was sure he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak, not from his true mate anyway. But he was drawn to you in ways he never thought possible. His heart secretly cherished every second he could spend somewhere near you and your intoxicating smell and your adorable laugh. Ugh, he was growing soft!

His heart jumped when he heard you hiss because Bruce began the work of stitching up your arm and his head snapped towards the Omega helping you to get better, actually thinking he could stop Bruce from getting you into more pain.

He was stopped mid-way by Steve’s voice. “Wilson, Barnes, my office, NOW!” Shit, Steve was pissed, and he knew there was no way he would talk his way out of this one.

Scott was holding your other hand, letting you squeeze the life out of it because the stitching was not as painless as you hoped it would be. He leaned in and whispered to your ear: “Well, he didn’t have to hurt you and he’s so up for some ass-kicking but one thing we know for sure, he’s not immune to you, and we have to use it against him.” You looked over at Scott, who was now smirking devilishly and had to laugh a little, before Bruce’s needle went through your skin again, followed by a very silent “sorry” by Bruce.

“So, what do you propose I do, Scott?”

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askthelovbutnot · 4 years ago

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I finished Shigaraki’s story so here’s that!

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Tenko Shimura was just a boy with a dream, a dream to be a hero. However that dream was impossible thanks to his father, just the idea of it made him angry enough to take it out on little Tenko. Often throwing him outside and leaving him there till morning, Tenko learned to find some comfort in his puppy named Kirby.

Although the rest of his family see what happens to him they did nothing to stop it, all they did was comfort him after. He didn't mind too much, didn't hate or blame them. He knew they were just looking out for themselves too, not wanting to be a victim. His older sister Hana was the one often told him the stories of heros, how they saved people and how strong they were. He always admired them.

But one day when she snuck him into their fathers study to show him that their grandma was a hero too, all went to hell. Their father found out, and Hana blamed him for going in there in the first place. So he was thrown back outside and left there for the night, however Tenko was tired of that. He didn't wanna be treated like that anymore, so when his mother came to check on him...he ran.

He ran for the front door. Shoved Hana out of the way with his elbow, pushed past his grandparents who were coming in from shopping and into the front yard. His mother and father quickly followed after him for different reasons.

"Tenko! Get back here right now!" His father yelled as his wife tried holding him back.

"Darling please! He's just a child! Let me bring him back, you're scaring him." She yelled as Tenko didn't stop running.

"Get off me!" His father yelled in reply and shoved her off him. Hearing his mother's yelp of pain, Tenko quickly turned back and ran towards her to help her. Passing his father.

His mom hugged and held him to protect him from her husband but that only made him more angry. He raised a hand to hit her and- he was shoved away. Little Tenko had gone into some sort of hero mode and even though he was scared of his father, he jumped to save his mother. Shutting his eyes and shoving him back with both his small hands.

Silence filled the air.

Then a scream.

"Darling!" His mother screamed as she ran to her husband and held him in her arms as he slowly started to crumble away. His quirk had manifested, at the worst time. He froze, unsure what to do. Staring at his hands in confusion and fear, his grandparents and sister stood in the doorway also unsure what to do.

"What have you done Tenko?!" His mother screamed at him as she held her nothing but blood and dust now. Falling back to the ground in panic, he seen his mother's eyes. Fear, disgust, and regret. Looking towards to doorway seeing the same in his other family members, he decided to run. He didn't know what else to do.

He heard his name being called but he didn't stop, he just kept running. Not knowing where he was going or what would happen. He didn't care, he was scared of hurting them, scared of himself.

Oboro Shirakumo, a new graduate from UA. Was just on his way home after sorting out some stuff at the school, when suddenly he felt something or someone bump into him. Looking down he found a young boy with back hair, the ends of it being a light blue. The boy seemed to be in some sort of daze, just standing there not saying a word. So he decided he would.

"Are you okay? I didn't see you there, I'm sorry." He apologized as he kneeled down to the boys level. Still no response.

"Where are your parents? What's your name? What are you doing by yourself?" He rambled on with questions as he carefully pushed a strand of hair back to show some of the boys face. Looking down he noticed some blood on his hands but didn't say anything. Afraid he'd scare him.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Tenko looked up to the stranger and didn't see fear. And for the first time since that night, he felt calm and safe. So safe that he felt his eyes get heavy and found himself falling asleep. No literally falling, luckily Oboro had caught him though. Clutching his fist against his own chest as to not hurt the man, Tenko fell asleep in his arms.

"How long have you been walking? Where did you come from? What have you seen? And most importantly... who's blood is on your hands?" Oboro questioned as he started walking to his apartment with no other idea what to do.

Soon the young boy woke up, well rested he was more aware of the situation he was in. Wanting to look around the apartment he was in but also scared of accidentally touching anything, he sat still. Then the man who had saved him came in with a tray of food and drinks, and a smile.

"Hi my name is Shirakumo Oboro, I thought you might be hungry. Please don't be scared I swear I'm not gonna do something weird, though if you think that good job of being cautious." He laughed.

He set the tray down in front of Tenko and sat down across from him, observing him. Staring at the tray Tenko went to grab the cup that held some sort of juice in it, carefully grabbing it with 4 fingers and. Then once in reach of his other hand, held it with both hands. Once he did this it quickly turned into dust, once he'd seen this he quickly pulled his hands away and stumbled back. Fear filling his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... He cried.

Oboro sat there stunned. Realizing it must have been his quirk.

"It's okay. It's your quirk right? What is it exactly, if I may ask."

Tenko looked at his hands, then to the small pile of dust from the once full juice cup. A flashback to his father and how he started to crumble right before him. He shook his head out of the thought.

"..estroy….to destroy. It seems that's all I can do." He said quietly. During the past days while he was walking, he'd pick up stones to toss but before he could, they'd turn to dust. He came to to conclusion that it was his quirk.

"I destroy everything I touch…"

Nodding, Oboro went back to the kitchen and got another cup of juice. He placed on the tray again and looked towards the boy.

"Try again, but only use 4 fingers." He instructed.

Confused and afraid, Tenko stretched out a shaking hand and did as told. And to his surprise, it didn't crumble under his touch.

"Just as I thought, it's only when you use all five fingers. See, if you don't do that you're fine! Now you can enjoy the juice!" Oboro smiled.

Quickly looking to him with wide eyes and a look awe then turning back to the cup, he started trying to drink is as fast as he could. He ended up choking but Oboro was there to pat his back.

The two started to get more familiar with each and days passed by. Oboro still searched for the boys family whenever he could but what took most of his time was trying to help young Tenko get used of his quirk. Going as far to go back to UA to design special gloves based on artist gloves so he could touch things normally.

Oboro learned a couple things as he took care of the boy. One, his quirk was called Decay. Two, he had a habit of scratching himself when he gets anxious, though he doesn't seem to be aware when he does it. Three, his father died and it was the only thing he remembered.

He worried about him not being able to remember anything before his father's death but didn't push it as it caused him to freak out and started scratching himself till he bleed.

And when it came to his name, since he didn't remember what it was Oboro suggested he'd make up a new one. So came Tomura Shigaraki. Tomura meaning to mourn, and Shigaraki taking inspiration from Oboro's own last name. Shirakumo. 9 letters, starting with Shi, course Tomura would never tell Oboro that.

Little did either of them know, at least one of Tenko’s family members didn’t forget him. Because she’s still looking. Looking for her little brother when her mom refused after the accident, because unlike her she still loves him with all her heart. Maybe that day will come where they meet again and he remembers, or maybe it’s better he doesn’t. Only time will tell.

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Not your life any longer

Summary: Dean Winchester, notorious mobster, lady killer – the man holding your life in his hands will not let you go.

A/N: I had a request for a stripper!reader fic with Dean so here we go with a mini-series to this request.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Stripper!Reader, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: angst, language, Dean being an emotional tornado, tension, light dub-con touching (Dean is a mobster and dangerous in this)

Explosive - Masterlist

While you glare at him with angry eyes Dean ignores you, rather unimpressed. He’s humming a Zeppelin song while tossing clothes onto the floor.

Dean opened your drawer, had a look at your clothes and decided you don’t need anything but the things you are wearing.

“Nothing wearable. My girl will not run around in cotton panties and bras not even pushing her tits up.” Snickering Dean tosses most of your clothes to the floor.

“Hey!” Picking your favorite sweater up you press it to your chest. “I like my clothes! I am not your doll or something. Why can’t you just leave me be…?”

Stopping in his tracks Dean rips one of your sleep shirts into two halves, stalking toward you to press you into the wall. “You’re mine and my girl wears nice clothes, not scratchy old shirts.”

“Not everyone can run around in a suit all day long.” Looking at Dean’s black suit, the perfect tie and his matching shoes you smirk. “I like to run around in a comfy shirt and panties after work.”

“Panties - not lumps. I’ll buy you silk and lace, not this cotton rubbish.” Muttering Dean looks you up and down. “I want you in sexy lingerie for me.”

“I…” Whining you must watch him grab your favorite sweater. “Not that one! If you dare to destroy I’ll…” Not knowing what you will do you fight for the piece of clothing.

“Fine.” Pecking your lips Dean hums as he let go of your sweater. “You can keep ten pieces and you will have dinner with me tomorrow.”

“Fifteen…”

“Damn, you’re a hard negotiation partner.” Smirk on his lips Dean picks a cotton panty up to shred it into pieces. “But not your underwear.”

“I want one pair of cotton panties…” Fighting like a married couple you glare at each other. “I’ll wear those in bed…”

“You can keep sixteen if you toss the panties away.” Looking at the worn-out panties you bite your lip, nodding. “Deal?”

“Deal…” Shaking Dean’s hand you must admit, he’s handsome and scary at the same time. How can a man kiss you softly and shoot a man within not two minutes?

“Will you ever let me go?”

“Nope. You’re mine now. I decided so the moment you moved your cute ass on stage and shook it to ‘ramble on’.”

His eyes soften for a moment as he can see the uncertainty in your eyes but then it’s gone, and the mobster rolls his shoulders. “I still can call the cops and you can explain what happened…”

“Why are you threatening me? That man…he tried to…” Sniffling you drop the sweater to his feet. “You are the same…”

“I am the…” Angrily clenching his jaw Dean grabs your arms to force you to look at him. “Don’t compare me with that son of a bitch! You work in my club, take my money so you are mine…”

“You can’t own people only as you pay them. I am not a whore you can pay to have sex with you…” Dean’s features harden and you find yourself pinned to the wall. One muscular thigh slides between your legs and you gasp as he presses it to your core.

“Let me clarify a few things, Sweetheart…” The nickname rolls easily off his tongue, even tho he’s looking at you like he considers to kill you. “This sexy little body is mine. I will touch you and you will love it…”

“That’s rape…” Now he pants heavily and you cry out as he rubs his thigh against your clit. “Sir…”

“I will not force you into my bed, but you need to learn your place. Tonight, you’ll be my good girl and will listen to my rules. I will provide anything you need and all I want is a little respect.”

“How long will you provide everything? Until you get bored again? I know what you do with the girls in the club. Two quit just last month…”

“Hmmm…” Smirking Dean darts his tongue out; wets those plush lips and you are engrossed in watching him lick them instead of listening to his words. “For someone not wanting me, you are checking me out way too long.”

“I wasn’t…I just…” Stammering you meet his eyes and the anger is gone. “You are dangerous for any girl. You leave a trail of broken hearts…”

“…and pussy’s…” Dean adds and you give him a dirty look. “It’s true…” Brushing his lips over your cheek he smirks against your skin. “After me, no girl will ever cum for another guy.”

“Self-confident much?” Shyly looking at Dean you lick your lips. “Why do you toss all the girls away? Was the sex bad or did you get bored?”

“Jesus, Dr. Phil. Stop analyzing me as I like to have sex. All the girls, they were good, very good in bed, but you can’t talk to them about anything. None of them knows who Zeppelin is or anything else.”

“Only as I know a few Zeppelin songs you will not let me go?” Blinking a few times, you press your hands against his shoulders. “That’s crazy!”

“Yeah, Baby Girl. I am crazy about you and your cute ass. I could tell you I like the way you dance or the tiny sway in your hips when you go on stage. I could tell you I know about your plans and that I admire your ambitions…”

“I wasn’t good enough…” Grumbling you look at the ballet shoes. “I tried so hard, but I didn’t get the chance to dance for them. They didn’t even let me try…”

“Assholes…” In a split-second Dean’s mood as back to soft and comforting and you wonder if he’s a case of Jekyll and Hyde.

While Dean strokes your cheek you glance up at the tall mobster. “I could help you. I only have to call a few people. Pay a man here and there or threaten his family.”

“No…” Placing your index finger onto his lips you look shake your head.

“I wanted to make it, show everyone I got talent, but it wasn’t enough. I am a stripper, nothing else. Someone getting paid to show her body. That’s the reason you believe you own me…”

“Sweetheart, I do not own you…” Lips claiming yours Dean wraps his arms around you. “But you are mine.”

“That’s the same…” Mumbling the words against his demanding lips you feel lightheaded. His musky scent surrounds you and the tiny voice in your head tells you to just give in.

“No, it’s not the same, Y/N. I own a few people and they’ll do anything for me, but you are special. I want to treat you like a queen and my dirty whore at the same time. I’ll make you feel like a princess…”

“Princess…” Glancing at the sweater you bite your lip. “I still want my sixteen pieces of clothing.”

“You can keep the ballet shoes too. Just in case…” Pecking your cheek Dean turns his attention back toward your drawer. “Who wears those?” Snickering Dean tosses your boy shorts at you.

“I will keep those!” Scrunching up his nose Dean uses all his strength to rip the shorts into two halves.

“No fucking way. You can wear my boxers or shirts…” Grumbling you rush toward your drawer to grab your favorite clothes. Your sweater, an old pair of jeans and two dresses end up in your suitcase. “Four, Sweetheart…”

While Dean is busy checking your underwear out, growling as he finally finds red lace panties you try to smuggle more clothes into the suitcase. “That’s eighteen.” Dean plays with the red panties smirking as you try to hide the clothes.

“Sixteen…” Lying you shuffle on your feet. “I swear…”

“I can see you are lying, Sweetheart. If you tell me the truth, you can keep those two pieces…” Looking at your suitcase you sigh heavily.

“I lied…I hid two panties…”

“Good girl…” Pecking your lips Dean hums as you place your hands against his chest. “Put the red ones in too and kiss me as you mean it and you can keep five more items.”

Considering his offer, you look at your drawer. Your favorite lazy Sunday shirt and a crop top are still in the drawer.

While Dean watches you, even studies your face you take him by surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck to press your lips softly against his. “I…uh…”

“Damn, you are too gentle. Take what you want, Y/N. My girl needs to learn how to get what she wants.” Nodding you press your lips against his, fist his hair and Dean smirks as you force your tongue into his mouth.

“You taste like pie and whiskey…” Giggling you lick over his lips before you let go of Dean. “My mom makes the best pies in my hometown. She’s got a shop…”

“God, I knew you are the one…” Licking his lips Dean watches you toss the top and shirt you like into the suitcase. “Can you bake?”

Surprised by Dean’s question you nod silently. “I learned from the best, my mom and grandma. My cherry pie is famous…”

“Damn you. If you keep on talking dirty to me, I’ll have you naked on that bed in a blink.” Dean whispers the words while you are busy with more things you want to smuggle into the suitcase.

“No! I want my favorite mug!” Fighting with Dean over an old and damaged mug you scream bloody murder. “Please…” Sniffling you look at Dean, give him your best puppy dog eyes along with a pout.

Benny is busy carrying your few belongings out of your apartment while you slowly realize Dean tries to rule your whole life.

You know him for not even a day and he already got rid of the clothes he didn’t like and now he’s about to toss your favorite mug into the dumpster.

“I want it back or I’ll scream…” Lips pursed you glare at Dean and his eyes darken once again. You assume the mobster, this dangerous man only standing inches from you doesn’t like backtalking.

“I said, it’s ugly…” Smashing the mug against the wall Dean watches the pieces fall to the ground, a triumphal smirk on his lips.

He doesn’t see you flinch away from him as he destroys your mug, nor does Dean realize you loved the mug.

“Boss…” Benny sighs seeing your sad face. “I think she liked the mug…”

“It was ugly…” Watching you turn your back toward him Dean rolls his eyes. “You should get used to losing things. Your life is no longer yours…” Cupping your face Dean forces you to look up at him.

“So you lied…you want to own me…”

Dean doesn’t react to your words. Before you can say more he slings an arm around your waist to lead you out of your apartment, out of your home.

The mobster has you in his claws and you don’t know if he wants to keep you safe or torture you. All you know is this is not your life any longer…

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noonaduck · 5 years ago

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SeXd (sex ed) pt.9

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut,slight angst, non idol Au Warnings: cursing Words: 2372 A/N: If you wish there was some smut clap your hands! -claps- Summary: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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Okay...Things were rather awkward. You were sitting on living room couch scrolling mindlessly trough your phone when Namjoon entered the room eating an apple. The juice spurts when he bites the flesh of the fruit and some of it slides down of his chin, he is so lost in his thoughts that he hasn't noticed you yet. You try to become one with the couch but of course Namjoon would notice you and freezes in middle of his second bite. An awkward grin rises to his face and he sits on the opposite side of L-shaped couch.

''Hey Joon.'' You sift awkwardly and try avoid his eyes. You are sure that he knew what had happened between you, Hoseok and Yoongi just few hours ago. You had left the two men to sleep in your bed and when you had left a empty space between them in your bed they reached for each other in search of warmth. You had taken a cute picture which you thought would be handy in the future. You dressed lazily in pair of sweatpants and loose t-shirt when you left your room and felt relieved when no one was in sight. You had been able to enjoy your own company only for a little while before Namjoon had came inside eating his apple. The air felt awkward around you, after all you had had sex with someone else even after he had expressed his interest towards you. ''So you Hoseok and Yoongi?'' Namjoon doesn't hesitate and puts the cat on the table bluntly. ''What do you mean?'' ''So are you guys dating or are you dating one of them now?'' Namjoon asks his whole body stiff. ''What? No. I don't honestly know what I was thinking that I slept with them again. Still I don't regret it even though things are turning more complicated.'' You confess and bury you face to your hands. ''I don't know what I should do.'' ''Hey Y/N, it's okay. You aren't in responsible of our feelings.'' This time Namjoon's voice is gentle and you look to him from you hands. ''But now I have three men telling me that they are interested in me. I will end up hurting someone no matter what.'' You sniff. Now that you were talking about the situation it was quick to take over of your feelings and soon you found yourself sobbing in Namjoon's embrace. ''Shh, everything will turn fine.'' Namjoon shoos you stroking your hair in calming manner.

''What's going on, Y/N are you okay?'' Jin's worried voice comes from the stairs and he hurries in and sits next to you on couch. ''She had sex with Yoongi and Hoseok and now she is having melt down because of it.'' Namjoon explains while you squeeze hem of his shirt in your hands and hide on his neck. ''They did what?!'' Jin's voice is rather cold and his posture straightens on your side. ''I thought that the whole sex thing was one time thing... at least I hoped so.'' Jin mumbled the last part so quietly that you weren't sure did you hear him correctly. You pull yourself up in Namjoon's lap and face Jin who's face is emotionless while he squeezes his hands tightly in fists. ''Are you mad at me?'' You ask with raspy voice. Great, you had now made even Jin go mad. Y/N stop thinking with that thing between your legs and focus! Even though you aren't virgin anymore you don't have to go overboard. You are lecturing yourself in your mind. Jin takes a deep breath and exhales big puff of air. ''I don't know who I am mad to at the moment. I don't even understand why I'm mad. I think that I need to go to get some fresh air and calm down.'' Jin smiles to you but his grin seem rather forced, he pats your shoulder gently and gets up from the couch disappearing from the backdoor. ''I think that I need time for myself as well.'' You tell quietly and get up from Namjoon's lap. ''Thank you for comforting me.'' Namjoon doesn't answer and instead nods with small smile. You leave the living area and head towards the stairs. Your plan is to hide in to the home office because Yoongi and Hoseok has taken over your bedroom. You have to walk past the master bedroom where Jungkook and Taehyung are currently staying and the door is slightly ajar. You can't help yourself and glance towards the open door. What you see makes you gasp and your eyes widen in horror. Taehyung is only wearing a towel covering his body and its hanging dangerously low on his hips while he dries his hair with another towel and doesn't notice you before you make a surprised sound. Taehyung looks up when he hears the air leaving your lungs and his whole body halts. His torso is covered with nasty scars and burn marks crisscrossing on his light skin. ''Get lost!'' Taehyung's surprised face turns one of in anger and he hurries to slam the door shut. You look the closed door with loss at words and just by then Jungkook happens to come up from the stairs and sneak behind of you while you keep staring at the door in your thoughts. ''What are we looking at?'' Jungkook asks curiously and tilts his head towards the door. ''Oh Jesus! You scared me to death.'' You tell and press your chest calming yourself down. ''It's nothing...So whats up?'' You glue fake smile to your face and Jungkook seems to buy it. It's not my place to ask about Taehyung's scars at least not form someone else than himself. ''Nothing much I was about to get my camera from the room and take some photos.'' Jungkook shrugs his shoulders and reaches for the door handle. ''Wait!'' You yell hastily and Jungkook stops in confusion. ''I actually wanted to talk about something with you.'' You let the words out before you can think anything else keeping Jungkook from entering the room. ''What is it?'' Jungkook asks curiously and you rack your head through for ideas. ''Uh, can we talk somewhere else?'' You are trying to buy some time and Jungkook lets go of the handle. ''Okay, where do you want to talk?'' ''How about outside? It's beautiful weather and I haven't seen much of our surroundings. ''In that case I know a great place where we can go. Let's meet by the front door in five.'' Jungkook's face lightens up. ''Why in five?'' ''Because I really want to get my camera.'' Jungkook smiles blushing. ''Um, okay. See you soon.'' You are quick to agree and take few steps back towards the stairs and when you hear the cursed door opening you sprint in to run and down the stairs. In the end you weren't able to stop Jungkook stepping in to the master bedroom. ~ You have changed in to comfortable shoes and pulled a oversized hoodie over your clothes. You are tapping your foot impatiently on the floor when Jungkook arrives with a black camera hanging on his neck. You have no idea about cameras and their qualities but you can clearly see that its an expensive one. ''Ready to go?'' Jungkook asks excited. Jungkook has changed into similar outfit as yours, you note to yourself, he is wearing baggy grey sweatpants with oversized black hoodie and snickers. ''Yep. Ready like a scout.'' You tell jokingly making a honor for the man when you step out of the door. Jungkook chuckles lightly at you and shakes his head. ''Where are we going?'' You ask curiously when Jungkook leads you towards a treeline in the backyard. ''You will see soon.'' Jungkook tells and takes your hand in to his without a much thought when you are walking little bit too slow for his liking. A small blush rises to your cheeks and you hope that he doesn't notice. Soon you find yourself in the beginning of a narrow path that leads deeper in to the forest and towards the mountains. You are sure that without Jungkook you would have missed that the path even existed. ''Me, Tae, Jimin and Hannah, our old um... friend, used to play in these woods when we were younger.'' Jungkook tells while he leads you along the path. '' We even had our first try with an alcohol here. I remember how Tae's grandma was so pissed when we arrived her home drunk like a cuckoos and when Jimin puked right in front of her feet. She let us sleep it of and when we woke up we all were suffering from the biggest hangover ever. At least this time Jimin was able to reach the toilet on time. We heard a long lecture about risks of using alcohol when we are underage and we had to clean the whole house as a punishment. Luckily for us she didn't tell our parents what we had done.'' Jungkook chuckles fondly to the memory. ''Who is Hannah? I don't think that I have never heard her name before.'' ''She isn't around anymore.'' Suddenly Jungkook's voice becomes wary and he decides to change the subject. '' I hope that you don't mid about some walking, to be honest it takes at least twenty minutes to reach our destination.'' ''I can manage.'' At least I have more time to think about what I'm going to say... You two fell in comfortable nature and you admire the nature around you, how the trees are getting their buds and how the plant starts rising from the ground and reaching towards the sky. Soon you and Jungkook reach a spot where the path parts in two directions and Jungkook gestures you to follow him for the right path. ''What is on the left?'' You ask curiously. ''There is a cliff, there is a quite nice views actually but I can show it to you some other time. It's not much further from here.'' Jungkook tells and soon your ears reaches a distant sound of rumbling. When you get closer the source of the noise the sound gets even louder. The path makes a sharp turn around a large rock and then you see it. You have arrived to a pond where a small water fall hits the cliff rushes on the pool. ''Its so beautiful!'' You yell excitedly and spin around your hands raised on your sides. You hear a small click. ''This was Tae's, Jimin's and mine’s safe haven when we wanted to escape the world. I'm glad that you like it.'' Jungkook tells his voice almost shy. You spin towards Jungkook and see him holding his camera at his hands, so that is what the clicking sound was about. ''I don't only like it, I also love it.'' You tell smiling so hard that your cheeks starts to hurt. ''So what did you want to talk about?'' Jungkook asks and you stop on your tracks. Yeah you had to make up something quickly... You can only blame yourself from your next words. ''I think I'm turning into nympho.'' When the words slips out you can see in low motion how Jungkook eyes turn wide like a plates and his mouth hangs open.

''Ca-care to repeat that?'' Jungkook shutters his face turning bright red. You would laugh because how ridiculous he is looking if you weren't also blushing from head to toe. ''Uh, I mean how I can otherwise explain that I can't stay in my pants and make things more complicated than they had to be. First Hoseok tells me that he has a crush on me, then Namjoon and even Yoongi suggested something like that. Even after those three confessions I had sex and even more specially threesome! I have never acted so stupid before.'' You ramble fast and try avoid watching Jungkook's face. Jungkook is only little bit older than you and a man you had make out with. For God's sake you should shut up!

''Y/N look at me.'' Jungkook's voice is too calm for your liking and you raise your eyes to meet his. ''I don't know much about women and umm... but when I had my first touch with sex I was even worse than you, always thinking about it and always looking for a hook up where ever I could and I was fifteen for fucks sake, a teenager! You are young adult who had never had even kissed a guy before you met Jimin, so its more than understandable that you have...urges.'' Jungkook coughs and continues. ''Besides I don't think you are nympho or a slut or whatever you think you are. If you were a guy I would have probably came and pat your back for the amount of laid you had lately. '' You watch Jungkook with surprise and maybe even little bit of admiration. You never knew that Jungkook could be so wise. You had always seen him as a goofy friend, a friend who you had make out but still, who hated losing and liked to drink unhealthy amounts of banana milk. It's like someone has pulled a curtain in front of you, instead of a boy you saw a young man that was more complex than you ever knew. You feel your heartbeat rising and with a small spur of courage you lean closer to Jungkook and press your lips to his. The kiss is so quick that its more like a peak. ''Thank you.'' You tell softly and look Jungkook's face where dreamy look has found it place. Jungkook had made you feel better even when you didn't have a plan to open up for him. ''You are welcome, maybe we should start heading back or we get beating from Jin missing a dinner.'' Jungkook tells and rubs his neck awkwardly. ''O-okay.'' Jungkook's sheepish behavior is affecting to you too and you walk towards the villa in awkward silence. When you start to see the house revealing itself behind the trees Jungkook suddenly stops you by pulling you from your shoulder. You turn around and look at him curiously. ''Y/N, I think that I like you too.'' Jungkook confess but before you had time to progress the situation Jungkook has ran away from you and towards the house. You walk the short way back alone your restless heart consuming your thoughts.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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“The road to our forever” - Chapter 8

Summary: John and Darcie are planning their wedding, but it comes with certain ups and downs.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

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A lot has happened in the past few months. We are completely settled into our new home. John has strategically stored his guns and other equipment around the house. He also has been talking to certain contractors about rebuilding some things here and there, but he decided that after we get back from our honeymoon, we’d finalize it all.

Jennie loves living in the old apartment and it’s like something insanely heavy has been lifted off her shoulders. She is happy again and she told me that her having to leave her apartment, because it was going to be much more expensive, caused her lots of stress and brought back multiple memories about when her parents suddenly passed away.

Raye and Aurelio have been on lots of dates and since a week after my birthday, they have been pretty official and I already caught them having sex after closing hours. So yeah…

And tomorrow John and I are finally getting married. Honestly, I can’t wait anymore. I really want to marry John and become Mrs. Wick.

After my shower, I walk to the bedroom in my pajamas, only to find John is not there. I frown, he was right here when I went in for a quick shower. I wander through the entire house, but there is no sign of him. He is not with the dogs in the living room, watching some television, not in the kitchen and he is also not taking a swim.

Finally I reach our roof terrace and see he is staring at the sky, on the lounge set that he insisted on buying the other day. ‘I was looking for you,’ I say to him, when I walk towards him.

The dogs are softly wagging their tails, but too tired to get up and greet me. ‘Sorry,’ John says, ‘needed to take a breath.’

‘Don’t apologize,’ I tell him. ‘You want me to join you?’

‘Please.’ He holds out his arms and I take place between his legs, my back pressed against his chest, as we look at the sky, staring mindlessly at the clouds.

‘It’s beautiful here,’ I admit.

John wraps his arms around my upper body. ‘It is.’

He feels tense, maybe he is nervous for tomorrow. ‘Are you okay?’ I ask him.

‘I’m fine, sweetheart,’ John says in a flat tone that tells me otherwise.

‘Are you sure?’

‘You think I’m lying?’

God, I didn’t want him to snap like that. I wiggle out of his arms and sit up straight. I turn around so I can look at him. ‘No,’ I tell him, ‘just wondering. Didn’t mean to bother you.’

‘I’m fine.’ His tone is a lot harsher now than it was before.

I stand up and walk towards the edge of our terrace. Great, the day before our wedding and he has a mood. I’ve barely seen John like this—actually, I haven’t seen him at all like this, especially not towards me. I think it’s for the best that I don’t say anything at all, because God knows what’s up and God knows what will happen when I accidentally say something else.

Oreo presses his cold wet nose against my ankle and when I pet him, I see out of the corners of my eyes that Tiki is accompanying John. I wonder what is going on in his mind. Is he having second thoughts about us? About the wedding? He seemed at ease. Even when we picked up my nosey ass family from the airport, he handled it with grace and was so incredibly charming, that I heard my grandma say to my mother that she likes him and wishes she wasn’t married to my grandfather.

‘Are you mad at me?’ John asks, breaking the silence between us.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ I retort. ‘Because you snapped? Well, I could be, but I snap too sometimes, so who am I to be mad?’

‘You’re mad,’ he concludes. ‘I’m honestly fine, Darcie.’

‘Sure. If you say so.’

‘You don’t believe me, do you?’

‘No.’ I stand up and lean with my back against the balustrade. My arms are crossed in front of my chest. I’m really not looking forward to making a scene on our roof terrace, especially on the day before our wedding. ‘You’re obviously stressing about something and I want to help you, but you have to let me in.’

‘How do you know I’m stressing about something?’ He places Tiki on the ground and stands up. ‘When I say that I’m fine, I’m fine.’

He sounds pissed. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk like that and especially not to me. ‘Okay, you’re fine then. Good to know.’

John runs his fingers through his longish hair. ‘I’m going to take a swim.’

‘Go ahead,’ I say. ‘Just next time, when you feel absolutely “fine”, please be a little bit nicer. That you feel “fine”, sucks for you already, but you don’t need to make me feel like shit as well.’

I shouldn’t have said that. Why would I say something like that?

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ John turns around and for the first time since we’re together, he is mad at me. Like, really mad at me. ‘Why would you say something like that?’

‘It’s obvious that something is bothering and you are not letting me in. You barely do.’

‘I let you in all the time.’

I can’t help but bark out a laugh because of that blatant lie. ‘Oh, is that so?’ I’m about to raise my voice, but since we’re outside, I manage to down it down a bit. ‘Because if I don’t ask, you don’t share. Do you have any idea how insanely needy, clingy and invasive it feels to pry and dig every single time, so I can get to know you a tiny bit better? John, honestly, I respect your boundaries, I respect the difficulties of opening up, but remember that I’m going to be your wife. And if you can’t fucking tell me what is going on inside your head a day before our wedding and you keep telling me that you are fine when it’s so obvious that you are not…’

‘You want to cancel the wedding?’

I think John could’ve slapped me in the face and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as this question. ‘What?’ I hear my own voice echo a few times. ‘That is not at all what I implied. I just said that you need to open up. How on earth does that equal canceling the wedding?’

John doesn’t say anything. His chest rises quickly and his fists are clenched. He can’t even look at me.

I almost feel sorry for him.

‘You know what,’ I tell him, ‘go ahead, take a swim. I don’t want to talk to you now, because I feel like I’m going to say something I might regret.’

John sighs.

‘See you tomorrow,’ I tell him, hoping he would just go away.

He turns around and walks from the terrace. Tiki looks up at me, before running after him, barking in the process. Oreo softly whimpers and I look to my side. ‘You want to go out for a drive?’

⟢⟡⟣

This is the first time I took out the Mustang by myself and I obviously do it in style, with my pink pajamas, with tiny milk cartons on it. I don’t know how long I’m driving, but after it’s already dark outside for awhile, I finally park the car in front of our house. Oreo sits in the passengers seat and he wags his tail when I look at him, but even then, I can’t stop thinking about John.

Earlier today, John and I checked out our venue, to finalize some things there. Aurelio, Raye and Jennie were there, my parents even stopped by for a second, probably to escape my family for a minute. John held my hand the entire time and whenever we were alone for a few seconds, he’d kiss me and tell me how happy he was that tomorrow is our wedding day. How excited he was that in less than twenty four hours we’d be husband and wife. We’d be at the beginnings of us being the Wick family.

That still hasn’t changed right?

‘Should I talk to him?’ I ask Oreo. ‘I have been gone for quite some time now, I bet he is worried.’ I did leave him a note, so I figure he knows I’m coming back. ‘I think I hurt his feelings,’ I say, ‘but he did the same to me. I know that since John and I are adults, it shouldn’t be like this and just because he hurt me, I can do the same.’

I sigh deeply as I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, Oreo following me. I lock the car, before I walk into our house. This can’t be the end of our fairytale, right?

From the looks of it, John is already in bed. I walk past the note to see he scribbled something on it. A simple heart, so I know that he read it and almost like he lets me know that he still loves me.

Oreo found his spot on the couch and I see Tiki is already curled up on her blanket. John left on some small lights, so while I walk upstairs, I click them off. I carefully open up the door and when I look inside, I see he is still up, staring at the ceiling with the lights next to him on.

This situation gives me major flashbacks about the time when he got shot during his final job.

‘You’re back,’ he says, when he sits up straight.

‘Of course.’ I lean against the door after I closed it. ‘How was your swim?’

John shrugs. ‘Okay.’

‘Right.’ I walk towards my side of the bed and grab my pillow. ‘I think I’m going to sleep in the guest room,’ I say.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t want to upset you.’

John sighs. ‘You’re not going to upset me.’

‘How are you sure?’ I hug my pillow to my chest and I wish deep down that I was hugging John right now.

‘I want to talk about this,’ he says. ‘I really do. But first and foremost, I want to apologize for how I behaved.’

I shake my head. ‘No, if anyone should apologize, it’s me. I treated you like crap.’

‘You didn’t,’ he tells me. ‘You stood up for yourself and I admire that. You should stand up for yourself, you know that and you know I want that.’

‘I hurt you, John.’

‘You did,’ he tells me, ‘but it was necessary.’

I shake my head. ‘No, John…’ This really shouldn’t be a moment for me to cry, but tears are spilling out of my eyes. I quickly wipe them away, but John noticed.

Of course he noticed.

‘Don’t cry, sweetheart,’ he whispers. ‘Please, come here.’

Hearing him so vulnerable, so tiny, I place my pillow back and crawl underneath our thin blanket. He holds out his arms and I curl up beside him, melting against his strong frame.

‘I was such an asshole,’ he tells me. ‘Especially since you were only being thoughtful and helpful, like you usually are. You were right anyways, something was bothering me.’

‘Before I ask,’ I say, ‘you think I’m invasive and clingy?’

John shakes his head. ‘No, of course not and I hate the fact that I gave you that impression. Fuck, I’m such a screw up.’

‘No, John,’ I say, ‘you are not a screw up. I love you, remember that.’

He nods. ‘I love you too.’

‘Do you want to let me in or…?’

‘I want to,’ he whispers.

‘But you can’t?’

John sighs. ‘I just keep wondering: what if this is all going to be taken away from me? It happened to me before, what if it happens again?’

‘And what exactly are you afraid of?’

‘That one day I wake up and you’re not there.’

‘You’re afraid I’m going to run off? Or be taken from you?’

He shrugs. ‘Both I guess.’

‘John,’ I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘I’m not going anywhere. The one that I love, is you. You know how I was and still am a bit, afraid of talking to someone about the future. However, when I’m with you, I can’t stop.’

He places his forehead on my shoulder. ‘I’m just overreacting.’

‘No, no, no, don’t say that. You are not overreacting. When you are open about your feelings and insecurities, you’re not overreacting. I’m so grateful that you trust me enough that you can be open with me.’

‘But you were right, Darcie. I’m barely open with you. I told you I’m open with you all the time, but that was a lie. I lied to you.’

‘We’ll work on that once we are married, okay?’ I say.

John wants to say something. ‘Yeah, okay. Are we good again?’

I smile. ‘Of course, just can’t believe that one day before our wedding, we have our first real fight.’

‘But we handled it.’

I give him a kiss on his cheek. ‘We’ll always handle it. I still love you, John.’

‘I love you too, my sweet lovely Darcie.’

⟢⟡⟣

I’m going to get married in less than four hours. After our fight last night, John and I had a good conversation about our wedding tomorrow, not mentioning all the things that he still didn’t tell me. Though we were tired, we woke up at four in the morning and John whispered in my ear that he wanted to make love to his fiancée one more time, before we got married.

It had been such a lovely morning and when we arrived at the venue, we realized that we’d be getting married in just a matter of hours. The smile on John’s face was priceless and it made me realize that I was so lucky that I’m going to marry him.

The make-up artist is finishing up the last bits of my make-up, while she continues to rave about how handsome my fiancé is, after she demanded on seeing more pictures of him. I take every possibility with both of my hands when I can show him off, so I kept looking for the best pictures I have of him, causing her to grow more jealous with each photo.

I’m already wearing my dress, with a see through cape draped over me, to protect it from the make-up. Raye and Jennie are wearing their respective bridesmaids dresses and they continue to make pictures, because—and I quote—this is so fucking amazing.

We hear two knocks on the door and my dad peeks around the corner after Raye told him it was all safe. ‘What’s up?’ she asks him. ‘Mister Angel, you look quite nervous. Is it because you have to walk your daughter down the aisle?’

‘No, I just want to talk to the bridesmaids for a second,’ he says with a smile, but something about it makes me feel a little worried. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, like at all.

Jennie and Raye leave the room and thank God the make-up artist is done. I quickly thank her and walk towards the door. I place my ear against it and I hear Aurelio say: ‘I already checked their new place, the old apartment, but he is not there.’

‘I can’t believe you,’ Raye says to him. ‘I thought you were going to keep him company.’

‘Geez, I’m sorry, but a man’s gotta pee. Besides, I’m his best man, not his babysitter.’

I don’t like the sound of this. Without thinking I open the door. ‘What are you guys talking about?’

They all look at each other with a worried look on their faces. My dad takes a deep breath, before he says: ‘I’m so sorry, Darcie, but we can’t seem to find John anywhere.’

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swanqueeneverafter · 4 years ago

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The Once & Future Queen Pt.20

Camelot. Valley. Continued. (Queen Annis heads toward her niece as Morgana turns with a scowl and disappears into Caerleon’s army.) Merida: "What in heaven's name have you done?" Queen Annis: "Hello, Merida. What a pleasant surprise to see you." Merida: "You cannot trust Morgana, she's-" Queen Annis: (Interrupting:) "Allowed me to do what you could not? The once mighty Arthur Pendragon lies dead at my command, not yours. I should always have been the one to claim Dun Broch's throne after Fergus' death." Merida: "I am his daughter and rightful Queen of Dun Broch." Queen Annis: (Scoffs:) "Your people are welcome to you. I have just claimed half of all Camelot in Caerleon's name. You can barely control the members of your own clan." Merida: (When Annis turns to leave:) “Don’t be taken in by Morgana’s fine words. She is consumed by bitterness, it spreads within her like a disease.” Queen Annis: “Have you forgotten how Arthur killed your father? Do you not deny that you sought revenge?” Merida: “Yes, I sought revenge. But that doesn’t mean it was the right thing to do.” Queen Annis: (Laughs with derision:) “You are weak, Merida, as I always thought you were.” (Annis walks away. Hidden in the crowd, Morgana sees Xena and Gabrielle searching for someone. Suspecting that they mean her harm, Morgana turns her attention to Darian and, her eyes glowing, uses her powers on him. Grimacing momentarily, Darian shakes his head. Looking beside him, Darian pulls his long sword from Arthur’s chest and stalks toward his new targets. Spotting Morgana before she disappears further into the crowd, Anastasia turns to see the giant about to split Xena in two with an overhead swing. Thinking quickly, Anastasia uses her powers and Darian's sword disappears mid-swing. Turning to face their attacker, both Xena and Gabrielle draw their weapons.) Gabrielle: "By the gods, he's almost as big as-" Xena: "Grinhilda, I know!" (Ducking a fist from Darian, Xena rolls out of the way. Gabrielle fearlessly jumps onto the behemoth's back but is flung to the ground for her trouble.)

(Xena runs up behind Darian and slashes him across the back. The giant falls to his knees and Gabrielle kicks him down. Xena is poised to strike when soldiers surround them, aiming their crossbows while Agravaine looks on from above. Seeing Xena and Gabrielle stand back to back before being restrained and shackled, Merida surges forward, but is held back by Anastasia.) Merida: (Struggling against her:) “Let me go! We have to help them!” Anastasia: “No! No! We can't help them now. But we can help each other!" (Anastasia waves her hand and they disappear in a cloud of smoke.)

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. (Returning from the station, Regina walks along the pathway to admire Emma's handiwork.) Regina: "Hey." Emma: (Turns:) "Hey. Be careful not to trip over any branches." Regina: (Smiles, looking around:) "I'm very impressed." Emma: "Thanks. It's been needing a good going over for awhile now." Regina: "Haven't we all." Emma: (Chuckles:) "You're insatiable." Regina: "Only for you." (They kiss.) Emma: "I've raked the leaves, mowed the lawn and now I'm just finishing up with the hedges." Regina: "Well don't work too hard, you can always just do all this magically." Emma: (Wipes the sweat from her brow with her arm:) "Yeah, I know, but sometimes it's nice to do things the old fashioned way, get a good sweat going." Regina: "I can see that." Emma: (Smiles:) "Don't worry, now that you’re home, I'll use my magic to clear the rest up once I'm done." Regina: "Okay, good. Is Maria sleeping?" Emma: "No, I've got her picking apples from your tree. (When Regina raises an eyebrow:) Relax. (Leans down and picks up the baby monitor:) She went down about half an hour ago." (Tosses it to Regina.) Regina: (Catching it:) "All right well I'll leave you to it. But you know... (Curling her finger into one of Emma's belt loops and pulling her close:) if this is the kind of thing I'm going to be coming home to, I think our retirement is going to be pretty sweet." Emma: "Oh, you have no idea." (They kiss once more, pulling each other close with their free hands as Emma holds the chainsaw in one and Regina cradles Maria's baby monitor in the other.) Forest. Stream. (Lancelot and Guinevere walk along the forest path beside a stream.) Lancelot: “We’re not far now. This stream leads to the lake.” Guinevere: “How did you know?” Lancelot: “I’ve been here many times.” Guinevere: “No, not about the lake. How did you know my feelings for Arthur weren’t real?” Lancelot: “Well... because he’d only been back a day and there was no way you could have possibly forgiven him for those years he kept you by his side against your will.” Guinevere: “Did you suspect, even back then?” Lancelot: “I suppose I always held out hope that you would one day leave him, but I couldn’t have imagined Arthur capable of such an evil act.” Guinevere: “Well, they do say love makes you do strange things. Despite everything that came after, I believe Arthur truly did love me in the beginning.” Lancelot: “What he did to keep you was not an act of love. It was cowardly and unforgivable. Love is about finding someone and thinking about them all the time. It’s about caring about them more than anyone or anything. The Arthur I knew was only ever concerned about his destiny. He never deserved you, Guin.” (Their conversation is cut short at the sound of a rider approaching. Morgana rides through the woods and pulls her horse to a halt at the sight of them.)

Morgana: (Smiles:) “My my. What a delicious coincidence?” Lancelot: “Run Guin! I’ll hold her off.” Morgana: “Aw. How sweet.” (Guinevere begins to run as Lancelot pulls his sword and charges at Morgana. Urging her horse into a gallop, Morgana rides straight at Lancelot. Conjuring a lance into her hand at the last moment, Morgana almost decapitates Lancelot with it, knocking him down to land hard on the forest floor, unconscious. Laughing, Morgana drops the lance and turns her attention towards Guinevere.) A Short Distance Away. (Guinevere dashes through the forest, passing a tree and inadvertently snaps one of its branches in her rush. Morgana continues her pursuit and stops to look for any signs. Spotting the snapped branch, Morgana smiles and heads off in that direction.) Storybrooke. Granny's Diner. (Snow White and Henry sit together in a booth while Henry wears a stunned expression on his face.) Henry: "You're not serious?" Snow White: "Well why not? I'd say you'd be uniquely qualified for the position." Henry: "How did you come to that conclusion?" Snow White: "Henry, you've literally written the book on everyone in this town. Plus, growing up with Regina, you must have sat in on your fair share of Town Hall meetings?" Henry: "Yeah and I was bored out of my mind through all of them. I'm sorry, Grandma, but I'm not the guy you want to run as mayor." (Henry stands.) Snow White: "Promise me you'll at least think about it. It would mean working shorter hours and a heck of a lot less time spent in your car." Henry: "Hey, the taxi service might be a dead end job but at least it has the possibility of excitement. Listening to people complain all day and then going blind doing paperwork is about as far from where I wanna be as I can think of." Snow White: (Slides out of the booth:) "All right, so where do you want to be?" Henry: "I don't know... off on an adventure with my fiancee somewhere. As a matter of fact, I'm only back driving because Ella and I couldn't decide on where we should start looking for one."

Merlin: "I might be able to point you in the right direction." (Snow White and Henry both turn to look at the Sorcerer who sits alone at a table.) Henry: "You know where Ella and I can find ourselves an adventure?" Merlin: "Yes. I believe I know just the place." Henry: "That's great. Where is it?" Merlin: "Ah. Before I tell you, you must first do something for me." Henry: (Looks to Snow White who is unsure about this:) "All right, what is it?" Merlin: "You must promise me that you won't tell your mothers I had anything to do with aiding you on your quest." Henry: (Smiles:) "Deal." Swan-Mills House. (Regina checks in on Maria who's still sleeping soundly, laying on her back with her arms up over her head. Smiling, Regina wonders just what her child could be dreaming about. Although not prone to crying like her big brother was at this age, Maria would nevertheless refuse to sleep alone during Emma's prolonged absence. Indeed, Regina would often find herself watching Maria drift off on those sleepless nights they shared a bed. The fact that on the night of Emma's return, Maria resumed sleeping in her cot without fussing once, only helped confirm Regina's theory that her daughter didn't much like the idea of her mother spending her nights alone. Backing out of the room, Regina leaves the door ajar and heads towards the staircase. Stopping at the large window that overlooks the garden, Regina notices that Emma is still hard at work. Captivated at the sight of the muscles in her wife's arms flexing, accentuated by the perspiration glistening in the sunlight, Regina sinks down onto the window seat to continue watching the show.)

Forest. Continued. (Guinevere runs at full speed now as Morgana gallops through the woods. Guinevere falls, but gets up quickly and keeps going only for Morgana to catch up and cut her off.) Morgana: “Guin. Nice to see you again. Oh, you’ve forgotten. I’ve hunted these woods since I was a child.” Guinevere: “Morgana, please, we were friends once, were we not?” Morgana: “You misunderstand me. I only wish to help. The path to Camelot is that way.” (Morgana points.) Guinevere: “It’s you who has forgotten it seems. I know these woods, too.” Forest Road. Past. (Morgana and Guinevere ride through the woods with an escort.) Morgana: “You look troubled, Guin.” Gunivere: “I’m fine.” Morgana: “You’re very secretive these days. I’m beginning to think there’s a man involved.” Guinevere: (Scoffs:) “When do I get to meet any decent men?” (Suddenly, their party is attacked.) Sir Robert: “My ladies, you must follow me!” (The knight is shot in the back. Guin and Morgana are pulled off their horses. A knight kills the men holding them.) Morgana: “Guin! Head for the path! Go! (Guinevere and Morgana run up the hill, but Kendrick is waiting for them:) I warn you. I am the daughter of Uther Pendragon. He’ll have your heads if any harm comes to me.” Kendrick: “I have no intention of harming you. At least not yet. You’re much more valuable to me alive, Lady Morgana.” Bandit’s Camp. (Morgana and Guinevere observe the bandits from inside a tent.) Morgana: “He’s coming. You know what you must do?” (Guinevere nods.) Kendrick: “I trust you are comfortable?” Morgana: “I demand to know where you’re taking us.” Kendrick: “You’ll find out soon enough. We’ve a long journey ahead of us. Get some rest.” (Kendrick turns to leave, but Morgana walks out of the tent after him.) Morgana: “I wish to bathe.” Kendrick: “You wish to bathe?” Morgana: “I am the King’s daughter and accustomed to certain standards. I am sure you are quite contented to stink like a pig, but I am not.” Kendrick: (Speaks loudly so his men can hear:) “The Lady Morgana wishes to bathe! Who wants to help me guard her?” (Coarse laughter rises from the men.) A Short Time Later. (Morgana begins to undress by a stream, two men guarding her and Guinevere.) Kendrick: “You may find the water a little icy.” Morgana: “I’m sure I’ll manage. (Glances over to see one of the men holding on to Guinevere’s arm. To Kendrick:) If you were any kind of gentleman, you’d give me some privacy.” Kendrick: “Well, unfortunately for you I am no kind of gentleman. Now get on with it.” (Kendrick chuckles and moves closer to her. Morgana removes her outer garment and the second bandit lets go of Guinevere to get a closer look himself.) Morgana: “You can at least turn your backs.” Kendrick: “So you can make a run for it. Do you think I’m that stupid?” Morgana: “I think you’re very stupid. (Guinevere pulls Kendrick’s sword and Morgana hits him, Guinevere tosses her the sword and Morgana slashes both men. To Guinevere:) Run! (The men pursue them through the woods:) No, no, this way!” (Guinevere stumbles and twists her ankle, Morgana stops and goes back to her.) Guinevere: “Run!” Morgana: “Put your arm around my shoulder, come on!” Guinevere: “No, no, no. We’ll never outrun them, you must go on without me!” Morgana: “I’m not leaving you behind!” Forest. Present. (Morgana smiles at the memory.) Morgana: “I remember very well. Truth is, it doesn’t matter which way you go. As long as you’re around, the people will always love you more.” Guinevere: “Morgana, please...” Morgana: “I can’t say I blame them really. You are far too delicate a soul to be mixed up in all this, Guin. I think it’s time to take you off the chessboard and release you from your burdens. (Not sticking around to find out what Morgana means by that, Guinevere starts running. Morgana’s eyes glow and Guinevere screams as she is thrown against a tree. Guinevere falls to the ground, unconscious. Moving her horse to stand over Guinevere:) Nu bebiede ic þe þæt þu lætest þine flæsc sclice gelic nysse. Wyrþ deor!” (Morgana’s eyes glow and a golden shimmer glows over Guinevere’s body. Morgana leaves with a smirk.)

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. (Pleased at a job well done, Emma waves her arms in all directions, magically sending all the garden debris into the recycling bin. Brushing her hands together, Emma starts whistling a familiar tune while she gathers up her gardening tools. Her arms now fully laden, Emma turns around to walk back up the path when she catches sight of a vision sitting in the upstairs window. Emitting a long appreciative whistle, Emma drops the tools noisily to the ground as she stares up at Regina, who is clad only in her underwear where any passerby could see her.) Window. (Smiling at Emma's reaction, Regina crooks her finger at her, indicating that she should come inside.) Outside. (Smiling at her wife's brazenness and not needing to be invited twice, Emma walks towards the house.) Forest. (Merida walks several paces ahead of Anastasia, clearly agitated.) Anastasia: (Stops walking:) "So you're pissed at me, is that it?" Merida: (Rounding on her:) "I am furious at you. How could we just leave them there?!" Anastasia: "If we had stayed, we'd be prisoners too." Merida: "Not necessarily. We could have fought. You could've used your magic to-" Anastasia: "To what? Blast the soldiers out of our way?" Merida: "Well it would've been something!" Anastasia: "I understand full well that you only invited me into this little gang of yours because I have magic. But if I used it as callously as you think I should, wouldn't that make me just as bad as Morgana? (Merida says nothing:) You know I'm right." Merida: "Yeah, but I don't have to like it." Anastasia: (Smiles:) "Come on, it'll be getting dark soon and I'm starving. What say you catch and I cook?" Merida: (Softening:) "I wouldn't hold your breath, there doesn't look to be any signs of life out here." Anastasia: "Well, I could always give you a five minute head start, Merida." Merida: "Funny." Anastasia: (Spots movement in the bushes:) "Deer!" (They chase after a doe running through the woods. Splitting up, Anastasia slows to a walk while Merida carries on ahead. She spots the doe and it looks at her. Anastasia senses something and hears Guinevere’s weeping. Anastasia realises what’s happened when she sees Guinevere’s running reflection as the doe passes by a small puddle. Merida arrives and passes Anastasia before taking aim.) Merida: “Well aren’t you a beauty?” (Coming to her senses too slowly to react, Anastasia watches in horror as Merida fires.) Anastasia: “No!”

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Wierdly Human

Alternate title was "Jon the Archivist is Kinda Hot"

Little in between snippets from the assistants and their impressions of Jonathan Sims.

I declare this a fluff and humor only zone! Episode 160 can kiss my butt.

You can also find this on AO3 under the same title.

I got the inspiration for this from a tumblr post about Jon being a clean boy despite crawling through hell and back but I think the writer deleted it because I spent forever looking for it and couldn't find it :n: Also 2 Drink Jon is a reference to 2 other fics I've read so his wild ass is not mine.

Supplemental Headcanons at the end.

Pre-Show

There was somebody new at the Institute.

He was short and dark with black hair neatly trimmed and styled. A pair of browline glasses perched in front of wide brown eyes that seemed to absorb everything around him.

“Hey, uh, Tim,” Martin whispered as he leaned over to where his coworker was digging through a drawer, “Who’s that?”

“Hm?” Tim’s eyes widened as he looked up, “Oh shit, he’s cute.”

“Not helpful, Tim.”

“Um, I think he might be Daniel’s replacement. I think his name is Joe or something,” Tim swallowed, “I wonder what modeling agency Bouchard raided for him.”

Martin elbowed him in the ribs hard, his face going as red as his hair, “Shut up!”

“But look at him, Martin! He has to have a skincare routine an hour long and don’t tell me you didn’t notice that those trousers are bloody tailored. I see you looking at his arse!”

“SHUT UP!”

”What are you two fighting about now?”

Both researchers jumped away from each other as Sasha popped up behind them.

“Hot new guy,” Tim said, earning another jab and a hiss.

Sasha looked at Martin and grinned, “Short, scrawny, Persian, and angry?”

“He’s Persian?” Martin stuttered before slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah, I got to talk to him during his follow up interview. Smart guy but kind of grumpy and super awkward. We got talking about foriegn food and he offered to give me his grandma’s recipe for chelow kababs,” Sasha said.

“What’s his name.” Tim asked, looking back at where the new guy was glaring at a row of filing cabinets with several drawers ajar.

“Jonathan Sims.”

Pre Episode 44

Basira watched as Sims limped away with the tape clutched to his chest like a lifeline before sighing and heading out to the car where Daisy was waiting.

“Well?” Daisy asked, “How’s our favorite murderer?”

Basira swatted her feet off the dash, “He looks like he hasn’t slept in 3 weeks and recently got hit by a car.”

“I wasn’t asking about his nasty, worm-eaten face, Basira,” Daisy said, “Does he know we’re watching him?”

“I don’t think so -put your seatbelt on- it seems like he’s more invested in what’s on those tapes for now. I get the feeling he’s more worried about watching the people he works with than us.”

“What a sad little librarian. I’m looking forward to how he managed to kill Robinsen without getting his ass whipped.”

“She was old.”

“Yeah, but Sims looks like he’d get knocked out by a light breeze even before he got munched on by some nasty fucking bugs. Did you see the surveillance from Robinsen’s initial investigation? I went back through to track Sims and watched him struggle move a box that was in front of a filing cabinet for a solid twenty minutes; the big ginger guy had to move it for him.”

“That’s-” Basira snorted, “That’s pathetic.”

Daisy grinned, “He has to be one manipulative bastard to get anything done.”

“Is that your theory?”

“I mean look at you.”

“What about me?”

“He gives you the puppy eyes once and now you’re smuggling him tapes from the evidence locker? I have never known the great Basira Hussain to ever cave to a suspect’s wishes in my life- and don’t say it’s to keep a closer eye on him. We have less illegal tactics for that.”

Basira opened her mouth to argue but found that Daisy had a point. She really only gave into suspects if the circumstances were dire. This was technically classed as a low priority case.

What was going on here?

Post Episode 76

Melanie flopped dramatically onto Georgie's couch and let out a long winded sigh.

"Oh?" Georgie asked from the kitchen door.

Melanie sat up slightly to let her sit down before plopping her head down on Georgie's thigh, "I had to go talk to Sims at the Institute again."

"How's Jon?"

"A fucking bastard is what he is."

"Well I knew that," Georgie laughed, gently beginning to brush through Melanie's hair with her fingers.

"I don't know, he's was wierdly defensive and I think he was trying to gaslight me about one of his new assistants."

Georgie paused her brushing, "I haven't seen Jon in a while but that seems… out of character for him. He's a grump, sure, but I've never known him to be a bully -on purpose that is."

"Yeah, well…"

The pair lapsed into a tense silence.

"Would it make you feel better if I show you a picture of Jon in university that he is very embarrassed about," Georgie ventured after a few minutes, "He's still mad I have it.~"

Melanie twisted her head back and grinned, instantly breaking the tension and sitting up to look at the phone screen presented to her.

On it was a picture of Jon passed out, mouth wide open and drooling, on the ugliest couch she'd ever seen.

"He still owns that couch by the way," Georgie said. Melanie waved a hand in her face to silence her as she took in the details.

Jon was in a pink crop top that Melanie was sure she'd seen in Georgie's closet, union jack boxers, gladiator sandals, and The Admiral was planted square on his chest, though he was about half the size of the fluffball that roamed the flat now. Surrounding them where piles of papers and books on the paranormal.

Melanie began to cackle.

"Our friend group used to call him '2 Drink Jon' and this was after he'd done four shots in the kitchen and decided to lecture us on how ghosts are bullshit and he could beat one in a fist fight," Georgie elaborated, "I'm still not sure when he ended up in that outfit but honestly, if we had recorded his rant he probably could have used it for his Masters thesis."

Melanie wheezed into her shoulder as tears began to stream down her face.

"2 Drink Jon was actually a lot more charismatic than sober Jon. This one time he almost had us convinced that he could talk to plants after two gin and tonics, granted we were also drunk but-,"

"Stop, please," Melanie wheezed, "I'm dying."

"Gosh, one of these days I'll have to tell you about tequila and the alien conspiracy. Randall could almost recite the whole speech from memory."

Melanie fell off the couch.

Post Episode 109

Julia and Trevor exchanged a look as the Archivist powered through the spiciest Thai food they could find without even breaking a sweat.

It was supposed to be a joke, spiking Jon's food, the cashier had even given them a panicked look at the restaurant and Trevor's eyes had been watering the whole way back to the safe house. They'd even waited by the door in case Jon tried to make a break for the case of water bottles in the car but he just unwrapped the plastic fork and dug in without even asking for a drink.

Julia picked at her own food but couldn't quite manage to eat it and glanced back at Jon, "Are you sure you don't need a water or anything?"

Jon looked up for a moment, his eyes were more alive than they had been all day and practically sparkled in the shitty fluorescent light. He shook his head and instead reached for another packet of chili sauce to add to his food.

"What the hell is he," Trevor whispered to Julia in horror.

"I don't know but he's definitely not normal."

During Episode 132

Daisy had misjudged Jon. She'd grossly misjudged him.

She flexed her fingers around his, ignoring the way the sand dug into her skin, and gently pulled him closer. The man she'd called prey gave her a soft smile and compiled, pressing against her side like she'd never held a knife to his throat, like she hadn't just admitted to planning his murder before she was trapped here.

Daisy turned her head awkwardly and dug her face into his shoulder savoring the human contact, her tears soaking into his shirt.

The Hunt in her blood tried to sing, tried to fight the Buried, "Safe, Mine, Pack, Protect", it echoed faintly.

Jon said something and began to move, pulling Daisy forward along with him.

"Safe, Mine, Pack, Protect"

Hours past as they shimmied through the coffin, the pain of being scraped and crushed was overpowered by the sheer ecstasy of moving more than an inch every few days.

"Safe, Mine, Pack, Protect"

There was a door, Jon tucked himself under her arm and pulled her up the stairs to the blinding lights of the institute. She ducked her head down to his shoulder again and grimaced as her joints popped and groaned.

"Jon, you stupid idiot! What did you think-"

Daisy looked up to the person she thought she’d never see again and smiled.

"Hi."

Post Episode 132

Martin had horrible timing really. He just needed to pee, was that really too much to ask?

Of course it was. The universe hated him.

So instead of slipping into the private bathroom upstairs which was magically broken, he had to go down a level and walk in on Jon shaking dirt out of his clothes.

Martin was going to die here but at least he'd die happy.

Jon didn't even seem to register that someone else had joined him (thank the Lonely) so Martin took a second to sneak a guilty look before darting back out and hiding for 40 years.

Jon was painfully thin. Martin got the idea that he could count every vertebrae and rib if he was allowed and even at a glance he could spot the sunken area where at least one rib was now missing.

Worm scars and burns were peppered up his back along with a few moles and freckles. Little red marks circled his chest in a way that Martin immediately recognized as being from the black fabric crumpled at Jon's feet.

And to top it all off, much to Martin's delight, were a set of three black gears tattooed down Jon's right shoulder blade. Sasha had mentioned once that she had gone out for drinks with Jon when he first started and they'd managed to get on the topic of tattoos. Tim had spent months trying to get Jon to show it to him before 'giving up'.

Martin stepped out and stood in the hall for a moment, red faced and giddy, before stumbling off in search of another bathroom.

Somewhere between Episode 132-154

"Hey, guys?" Melanie called.

Daisy and Basira glanced up to see Melanie holding a giant plate of the best smelling food they'd seen in weeks. Steam wafted up into her very confused face.

"Did either of you make this? I went to ask Martin and I can't find him."

"I didn't make it," Basira said, "Daisy?"

"I once made spaghetti and lit it on fire.

Basira grimaced and walked up to Melanie, "Kebabs, Tahdig rice, flat bread, and jam cookies. Those are Iranian dishes, or Middle Eastern at least.”

Daisy looked at Basira, "How do you know that?"

"Took a foreign cuisine course focused on middle eastern food a few years ago," Basira said as she made her way to the kitchen area with the group in tow.

Sitting on the table were three more huge plates of food and two empty plates sitting in the sink. Martin was standing next to the table with pure confusion on his face.

"Did you make this?"

Martin jumped and looked at the group, "Uh, no? I really only do pastas… this is a little outside my skill set. I think-"

"It could be a trap," Daisy interrupted, "Maybe it's laced with something?"

"No, I'm pretty sure-"

"Could be, but who would go to this effort, the Web?" Basira said.

"Guys, it was probably-"

"It was the Archivist!" Helen exclaimed from behind them, somehow having opened her door without making a sound and scaring the shit out of them, "He is an excellent cook."

"Bullshit," Melanie wheezed, setting her plate down before she dropped it.

"No, she right," Martin sighed, "Jon actually cooked something similar a few years ago for a company thing. He gave this whole speech about how grandparents immigrated here from Iran, well Persia at the time, and his grandma made him learn to cook what she called 'real food'."

"You mean to tell me that Jonathan Sims, the skinniest guy I have ever met, can cook like this," Basira said in disbelief before cautiously sitting down at the table with the rest following suit.

"He called it his grandmother's curse," Helen provided cheerfully, "He said that no matter what he does, he always makes far more than he needs and never has people around to give it to. So he just never cooks."

"You talked to him?" Melanie asked. Daisy began to pick at a plate and made a sound of confusion and delight at the taste.

"Oh yes, he even let me help by getting things off high shelves!"

"This is amazing," Daisy said in disbelief before grabbing a fork and beginning to eat in earnest.

"It is! Jon and I had a lovely chat and I'm not much for 'real' food these days but he really convinced me!" Helen declared, spinning back around to re enter her door, "And I must say it was delightful."

"Huh," Basira shrugged and began to eat.

Not bad.

Post Episode 159

For the second time since he woke up, Martin pinched himself. He had to be dreaming, the smaller body smooshed up against his chest and the boney limbs clinging to him had to be a figment of his imagination.

Jon huffed in his sleep and burrowed deeper into Martin before settling again. A few stray rays of the morning sun slipped through the blinds highlighting Jon’s gray hairs and the raised edges of scars that trailed along his skin.

Gently, Martin carded his hand through the wild mess of hair, marveling at how soft it was despite everything. Jon sighed, leaning into the touch without stirring.

He could stay like this forever, with Jon safe in his arms and the dangers of the world outside, away from his happiness.

"Wha' time?" Jon mumbled, stretching before re-draping himself over Martin. He looked up and the light caught his eyes in a way that Martin could see all the blue heterochromatic spots in Jon's left eye through dark, heavy lashes.

"Doesn't matter," Martin whispered as he pulled him closer, "We have all the time in the world."

Supplemental Headcanons: - Jon is a 3rd gen Persian/Iranian immigrant. His grandparents on his dad's side moved to England post WWII. (Persia became Iran in 1979) They took the last name Sims during immigration. - His mother was full blooded English. - He can out cook 87% of the local grandma's when he really gets into it - He built an unnaturally high tolerance to salt and spice as a kid to keep people from taking his lunch or trying to mess with his food and now thoroughly enjoys spicy foods. - Jon does care a lot but his grandma never taught him to show it in any other way but tolerance and mute acceptance. It's hard to know where you stand with Jon because of this. - Was a runner while in school. - Was forced to take violin lessons as a kid and Georgie taught him some piano in University. - Jon is and always has been feral little man though he is more bark than bite (unless he's under the influence of something). He learned it from his grandma. - He's one of those drunks that often wanders/ runs away from his drinking group. He has strong drunk college girl tendencies. - He changed his middle name to Ulysses when he got his first name legally changed because he’s a nerd. - Jon has had the same pen pal since he was 10. They are one of the few points of normalcy he has left. - Jon and Daisy are trans mlm and wlw solidarity. Fight me.

Fun Fact: Sims means "the Listener" which seems almost too on the nose.

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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 91 - Revelations

Mai and Ty Lee sat on the floor of the room once more while Zoe stood with her back against the wall.

Downstairs the others were concluding the cleanup.

While Azula sat in a chair with Elle faithfully seated at her boots once more.

And the old sage sat in a chair before her damaged but still intact wood stove while they waited for her to clarify matters to them.

"We're inside now old woman. I demand that you give us the explanations that you said you would." Azula remarked in a cold voice with her callous eyes staring back at the crone's hunched over back.

"Yes, wise sage. Please tell me the meaning of all that I saw." Elle requested in a polite voice as she sat with the back of her head resting against Azula's leg.

While the three noblewomen glanced back at the old woman expecting her to snap a reply at the unsocial princess.

Only for all but Azula to sweatdrop when the sound of the sage snoring flowed into their ears.

The princess's merciless eyes twitched as she glared back at the old woman's sleeping face.

Just before a devious thought came to mind while a ball of blue fire formed in her palm.

All the while as her two childhood friends turned to her with their eyes narrowing in reproach.

And even her captain frowned as she shook her head.

Only for all of them to sigh when the fireball exploded in the stove while a large flame now flared to life before the awoken crone's yelling face.

"Azula!" Ty Lee exclaimed with her brown-gray eyes staring at the smirking woman in disapproval when Mava was almost burned by the roaring fire.

"No good brat! And you wonder why no one likes you!" Mava shouted as she waved an indignant hand in the air while Azula smiled smugly back at her.

While the others just shook their heads musing that the old woman had a valid point.

"It isn't time for your nap…grandma. Now wake up and answer my questions or I will burn this tree down from the inside out!" The princess commanded with her finger pointing back at the sage's glowering face.

Only for her golden eyes to glare down at her feet when she felt a dainty hand shake her sleeve.

"Don't do that Azula-sama! Think of all of the forest creatures that must call this tree home!" The blonde-haired girl advised in a sweet voice while the princess rolled her eyes down at her as the acrobat smiled back at them.

"Go ahead and burn it down. Then you can resume where you left off with Silah." The sage retorted with a wrinkled finger pointing back into the princess's once more wrathful golden eyes while the captain clenched her fist.

And the two other noblewomen shuddered as they gazed ahead with fear in their eyes.

"By Agni don't. I have had enough of that freak to last me a lifetime." Mai stated in a disgusted voice while Ty Lee nodded beside her.

"Y-yeah. Please don't Azula." The brown-haired woman agreed as the princess let out a loud scoff as she glared back at them.

"Speak for yourself House Lin. I am not done with her." Zoe muttered with her hazel eyes glaring down at the floor while her fellow nobles shivered in silence.

"I…still don't understand what happened while I was out." Elle stated in a confused voice as she bit her lip while her companions remained eerily silent.

"My sentiments precisely. The next time I see her she will be screaming for mercy." Azula sneered with a burning fist clenched before her face while Elle still peered about in puzzlement.

"We just…met a passionate admirer of the princess. That's all really." The captain stated with a hand over her mouth as her two fellow noblewomen now glared back at her when the teenager's eyes grew wide in panic.

While Azula now glared golden daggers back at the other woman's mildly amused face.

"A-another admirer of Azula-sama?" The blonde-haired girl questioned in a mortified voice.

"Indeed child. You have a love rival now." Mava teased with a smirk on her old lips as Azula turned red in humiliation in her seat while Elle's eyes were now aghast with horror.

And then the young girl looked as if the very life had begun to fade from her body.

"I-I have a l-love rival? Is that t-true Azula-sama?" Elle stammered in a distraught voice as she gazed up at Azula's scowling face.

"Being the goddess that I am I do have thousands of suitors. Everywhere I go men and women alike practically clamber for the chance just to kiss my feet." The princess spoke in a conceited voice as she studied her fingernails as she smiled while her pet clung to her thigh in despair.

And all but poor Elle rolled their eyes over the obvious lie.

"That's a lie and you know it Azula!" Ty Lee huffed as she tapped a boot on the floor while Azula just smiled back at her.

"Yeah. Don't worry kid. Azula's all yours. No one else has the patience to put up with her insanity." The markswoman snorted as the acrobat sweatdropped while the princess turned to cast an icy stare her way.

Only for the two of them to sigh fondly when Elle failed to even hear those words.

"T-thousands?" The blonde-haired girl inquired with her amber eyes wide in worry as she held onto her princess's thigh while the older girl sighed above her.

"Of course. You're still my favorite." Azula grumbled with her arms stubbornly crossed over her armored breasts as she glared off at the nearest wall with a tiny blush on her regal cheeks.

While the others observed the strange couple's interactions in amusement.

"I am?" Elle pondered in a more hopeful voice with her amber eyes taking on a happier gleam while she gazed up at Azula's beautifully proud face.

"Foolish tiger monkey. Take note that I am rolling my eyes." The princess scoffed as she rolled her eyes while gazing down at her young girlfriend's brightening face.

"Yay! I am still Her Highness's favorite!" The blonde-haired girl cried out with a fist pumping in the air while her princess coldly rolled her eyes once more.

While Mai and Ty Lee found themselves unable to resist cracking a smile over the girl's returned cheer.

Only for the others to turn to Elle in surprise when she collapsed with a moan upon Azula's leg while the princess now gazed down at her in hidden concern.

"Oh, my belly hurts…" Elle moaned as she held onto her stomach as she lay with her chin propped up on her girlfriend's thigh while her cheeks began to turn green.

Just as Azula's golden eyes widened in alarm while the three highborn women and the sage watched in entertainment as she flailed about in her seat.

"Elle! Don't you dare even think of puking on my leg!" Azula shouted as she squirmed in her seat with the young girl still latched onto her leg while her lips pursed into a regal glower.

"The potion that you drank tends to have that effect. But it will wear off shortly. And in time you will be glad that you drank it." Mava assured in a gruff voice as she held onto her staff while Azula glared at her through the corner of her.

"If you say so wise sage…" The blonde-haired girl trailed off as she pouted when her princess pushed her off her leg.

"Well! Little sister. I am relieved to see that you are in better spirits." The brown-haired woman chimed as she smiled back at the younger girl from where she sat beside her.

"Oh! That's because I know that Azula-sama is here to support me." Elle answered with a grateful smile as she gazed up over her shoulder at Azula's cold countenance while the acrobat smiled at the scowling princess.

"Which brings me to my latest announcement. I have decided for the duration of this meeting that I will take on a more…forceful role." The princess announced with her palms clasped in her lap while her childhood friends gazed at her in incredulously.

And the old sage just cast an equally hateful stare her way.

"But Azula, you have already been dictating the course of the entire meeting." Ty Lee remarked as Mai just sighed from where she sat beside her.

"Elle has confided to me that she is uncomfortable with the last hour that she spent outside of my rule. And she has requested that I take on a more domineering role. And so…out of the kindness of my heart. I have decided to oblige her." Azula purred with her lips pulling into a haughty smile while the three highborn women face palmed in unison.

"Arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama!" The blonde-haired girl chirped as she smiled over her shoulder up at her princess's smirking face.

"Kid. Why would you ever tell Azula that?" Mai groaned with her hand in her hair while Elle sat naively at the princess's boots.

"Oh Elle…" The brown-haired woman sighed in a fond voice while the teenager still gazed dreamily up at the princess's smiling countenance.

"Life gets so scary when Azula-sama isn't in charge of me. That's why it's for the best that she maintains control. I trust her to make the right decision for me." Elle quipped in a naïve voice as she peered up at Azula while the older girl smiled smugly down at her.

"Bah. Whatever. Anything to be rid of you for good." The sage snapped as she waved her staff in the princess's direction while callous golden eyes glared back at her.

"Tell me everything that you know about Silah. And I mean everything." The princess demanded in a frigid voice with her imposing eyes staring hard back at the old woman's wrinkled face.

"Silah has most likely gone to retreat to her citadel." Mava stated as she gazed into the azure fire burning inside of her wood stove while the group gazed on with intrigued looks in their eyes.

"She has a citadel?" Zoe questioned in a taken aback voice with her hazel eyes narrowing once more.

"Where?" Azula hissed with her fists balled up on the arms of her chair while Elle listened in suspense at her booted feet.

"I don't know. Could be in the Fire Nation. Or perhaps the Earth Kingdom. I would wager somewhere in between." The sage answered with a shrug while the highborn women exchanged a frustrated glance with one another.

"That's it? You can't give me anything more descriptive than that?" The princess snapped with her golden eyes agape in annoyance while she exhaled fire from her lips.

"You should be grateful that you are even getting that much!" Mava hollered back while Azula glared at her with frigid golden eyes.

"I'll find it. And when I do, I'll dispatch a fleet of airships to raze it to the ground." Azula snarled as she sunk back in her seat with her hardened eyes staring coldly ahead.

"Even if you could go there you would be a fool to do so. You and your people just barely escaped with your lives. And now you want to go back for more?" The sage scoffed as she sat over the burning blue fire while the princess and the captain stared ahead with vengeful looks in their eyes.

"She has a point Azula." Ty Lee spoke in a fearful voice while Azula turned to scowl at her through the corner of her eye.

"I wouldn't go with you even if you could." The markswoman stated in a repulsed voice with unnatural fear in her tawny eyes while the princess sat staring furiously back at them.

"You said that she and you were friends once." The captain commented with her arms folded over her chest while she stared back at the old woman's flame lit face.

It was a question that they had all been pondering for quite some time.

"We were in a time long ago…back before she developed her morbid obsession with puppetry. Back…when we were young." Mava confessed in a reflective voice with her glazed eyes staring ahead while the group sat in a speechless silence.

"Young? You mean that she's as old as you?" The brown-haired woman breathed in disbelief while the princess stared on in incredulousness beside her.

"Old like me? Yes." The sage responded without delay while the team gazed on in indescribable shock.

"How? How is that possible?" The princess inquired with her golden eyes wide in both intrigue and humiliation.

"You mean to tell me that we got our asses beat by an old woman? No offense." Mai asked in a stunned voice while the acrobat sat in a floored silence beside her.

While both the princess and the captain bristled with embarrassment in their eyes at the implication that they were almost killed by an old woman.

"My time in this world is nearing its end. But I can't say the same for Silah…it would seem that she has discovered some form of immortality." Mava stated in a thoughtful voice while the group stared on with their eyes widening in alarm.

And now all of the sudden all of the puppeteer's remarks about being eternal made sense.

"She's immortal? That's incredible." The blonde-haired girl spoke in a voice of childlike wonder with her big sister's shuddering beside her.

"Immortal…" Zoe trailed off in a soft voice with her hazel eyes gazing ahead in fascination.

And yet she despite that she had taken meticulous steps to conceal her identity.

Which was something that she wouldn't have done if she was truly immortal.

"We'll see how immortal she is when I incinerate her in my flames." Azula growled in a vengeful voice with her fists clenched upon the sides of her chair.

The markswoman could only shudder with an even greater desire in her eyes to never encounter the artist again.

And the acrobat swallowed apprehensively in silent agreement.

Any previous thoughts that Silah couldn't get more terrifying just went right out the metaphorical window.

"Silah has been doing this since long before you were born. Compared to her…you may as well be a child. A child with overwhelming power but a child all the same. Behave impetuously and you will seal your fate as her doll." The sage cautioned in a scratchy voice as she sat with her hunched back turned to the princess's enraged golden gaze.

And the two noblewomen once more found themselves failing to suppress a shudder.

Only for their young friend's innocent voice to tear them from their reverie.

"Huh? She wants an Azula-sama doll? Like my princess plushie?" Elle pondered in a sweet voice while Azula's golden eyes now glared down at her back.

While all but the princess sweatdropped in amusement.

"That's one way of putting it kid." Mai stated with a slight smirk returning to her lips while Azula's imposing eyes glared her direction.

"Wait. You have a plushie of the princess?" The captain questioned in a comically curious voice while the princess turned to glower her way.

"Mhm! I do. Ty Lee bought it for me from a gift shop in the Capital." The blonde-haired girl chirped with excitement in her voice while her princess balled up her fists in anger.

While Ty Lee grinned over in the direction of her adopted sister.

"You don't say? I'll have to purchase one when we return." Zoe spoke with a smirk while Azula's golden eyes grew wide in rage.

"Shut up Zoe!" The princess barked with blue flames flaring to life behind her while all but her servant chortled behind their palms.

"Perhaps if we get Silah a plushie of her own that will resolve matters peaceably." Elle remarked in a naïve voice while all but Azula sweatdropped once again.

Only to find herself jumping in a trained panic when a boot stomped on the floor behind her.

"Be silent peasant or I will destroy your wretched doll in the wake of my flames." Azula snarled with blue fire exuding from her beautiful lips while her domineering eyes took great delight in how the girl frantically recoiled in horror.

"P-please don't burn my plushie. I love my Azula-sama plushie…" The blonde-haired girl mumbled in a still sensitive voice while her princess rolled her eyes over her.

"Enough about the spoiled princess and her plushies." Mava called out in a taunt while Azula turned to cast a piercing stare in her direction.

"Princess. I have an idea as to how we can track Silah down." The captain commented in a serious voice once more while her ruler turned to gaze her way.

"How?" The princess replied in a still aggravated voice while the captain held a hand under her chin.

"The bounty hunter June…is said to be able to trace any target." Zoe responded in a contemplative voice while Azula's cold gaze flickered in approval.

"Wise sage? I have much that I want to ask you…" Elle trailed off with returning nervousness as she held her hands in her lap while Azula once more scowled in disapproval of her sorrow.

"Then speak child." The sage replied in a graveled voice while the teenager bit her lip in contemplation.

"M-my…my mother had visions of me before she died. What…what does that mean?" The blonde-haired girl questioned as she audibly swallowed while her highborn friends fell silent in sympathy once more.

"When the Component transfers from a holder to a direct descendant…the fading holder obtains a glimpse into the identity of the child that receives the inheritance." Mava explained in an enlightened voice as Elle gazed on with her saddened amber eyes wide in awe.

While Team Azula listened with a look of marvelment in their eyes.

"S-so she knew that it would go to me? And she knew about Azula-sama as well?" Elle inquired in a voice of wonderment with her eyes wide in emotion while Azula sat in a speechless silence behind her.

"Yes. She did." The sage stated in an aged voice while the group gazed on with astounded looks in their eyes.

"Before Mother died…s-she tried to deliver a message to a woman over the radio…and she recorded a note on a piece of paper. What…was she going to say? And what did her note say?" The blonde-haired girl muttered with her head hanging low over her knees while her friends exchanged concerns looks.

"Don't worry Elle. I'm sure that Azula will be able to figure that out for you." Ty Lee assured as she reached over to touch the smaller girl's back while she gazed imploringly at Azula's sighing face.

"I suppose I will just have to lend you my brilliance once more." Azula purred as she lowered her palm into her girlfriend's hair while Elle peered up at her with brightening amber eyes.

"A-arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama." Elle spoke in a tender voice with Azula's hand resting on her head while the older girl reclined over her.

"Fear not dear. I'll show you how to wage war." The princess remarked in honeyed voice with a charismatic smile on her lips while her young girlfriend gazed up at her with adoration in her innocent eyes.

While she allowed the teenager to lean her head into her thigh once more while her palm remained in the smaller girl's plush hair.

All the while as both of her childhood friends shivered in renewed worry for their little sister's purity.

"Tell me child. Now that you are aware of your inheritance. What do you intend to do with it?" The sage queried in a weathered voice as she gazed back with glazed golden eyes at the teenager's confuddled face.

The three noblewomen remained silence while the young girl gazed ahead with confounded amber eyes.

Just before she turned to peer up at Azula's domineering face while the royal woman smiled with her fingers petting her scalp.

And not even a second later Elle began to melt like butter underneath Azula's hand while the princess's lips pulled into a controlling smirk.

All the while as the other three women let out another sigh over their monarch's overbearing behavior.

"As usual. It falls on me to make the decisions in this relationship." Azula spoke in a smug voice with a conceited smile on her lips while Mai gazed at her in annoyance through the corner of her eye.

"W-whatever Azula-sama orders." The blonde-haired girl stammered in a mousy voice with her princess smiling over her shoulder while her big sisters sweatdropped.

"That is not an acceptable answer! I asked what you intend to do. Not what the spoiled princess intends to do." Mava lectured with a finger pointing back at Elle's overwhelmed face while Azula's callous eyes stared back at her once more.

"Um…" Elle trailed off in an overcome voice with a hand falling over her face while Azula's lips creased into a scowl.

Only for the princess to be cut off before she could say a word.

"Just let Elle answer Azula." The markswoman stated with a frown on her lips while the princess turned to glare a hole through her forehead.

And then the teenager ran her fingers through her hair while she set her other hand on her knee.

"I…am going to do what…my mother did." The blonde-haired girl answered at long last while her friends and the sage gazed at her curiously.

While the princess sunk her posterior back in her seat as she sighed with her hand remaining planted in the girl's hair.

"Explain." The sage urged with something similar to approval in her voice as she held onto her staff.

"My mother… dedicated her life to the path to peace. She believed in helping others in whatever way she could no matter how small. It…was her belief that by doing so…we would come together as one and overcome the damage done by the wars of the past." Elle explained as she raised her emotional eyes upward while her audience listened in a speechless silence.

The acrobat and the markswoman sat in an emotional quiet while the captain leaned on the wall with her hazel eyes expressing a rare sense of moved emotion.

While sat with her callous eyes glaring ahead with suppressed aggravation in her stony gaze.

'Foolish girl! And what did your peace get your community but ashes and despair!' The princess thought with indescribable frustration in her hardened golden eyes

"No living being has the right to take the life of another. Those…those are the words that she lived by. And those…are the words that I believe." The blonde-haired girl declared with her hand falling from her face while her princess rolled her eyes over her shoulder.

"I see. What else does your path entail?" Mava asked as she leaned on the arm of her chair as blue fire crackled in the wood stove while the group listened in a bated quiet.

"Well, I can't answer that without involving Azula-sama because my path will always involve her. I am her sworn servant after all and I will continue to serve her for as long as I live…for all of my days." Elle explained in a devoted voice with a smile returning to her lips as she gazed over her shoulder into Azula's taken aback golden eyes.

While the three noblewomen listened to their young friend in a moved silence.

'Azula…I am so glad that you found Elle.' The brown-haired woman thought with her brown-gray eyes shimmering in affected emotion.

While the powerful princess gazed down at her loyal servant with her crimson lips agape in uncharacteristic appreciation.

'My Elle is loyal to her master…. I couldn't ask for a better servant.' Azula thought with the aggravation in her callous eyes giving way to a pleased gleam.

And her lips even twitched into the slightest hint of a smile.

"Are the princess's ways of war and conquest your path as well?" The sage pressed in a searching voice while all eyes turned to the teenager's adorably thoughtful face.

While the princess's lips curled into a smug smile once more as she sat over her servant with her palms clasped in her lap.

Only her golden eyes to flicker with bewilderment when the teenager shook her head.

"No. My path is love and peace." The blonde-haired girl announced with a returning smile while the princess now groaned behind her.

Ty Lee soon found herself smiling brightly once more.

And Mai just gazed at the girl with utter bafflement in her tawny eyes.

While Zoe found a small smile working its way onto her lips.

"Kid. Azula and love and peace don't mix." Mai informed in a deadpan voice with a fond shake of her head.

"Love and peace?" Mava repeated in a gruff voice while Azula rolled her eyes yet again.

"I don't profess to be able to change the world. Nor do I believe in forcing the whole world to do as I believe like the Avatar. But I will live as my mother lived. Helping out however I can." Elle stated in a passionate voice with a tear brewing in the back of her eye while her companions listened in a moved silence.

"You don't believe that you can create world peace?" The sage inquired in an inquisitive voice as the four highborn women gazed at their young friend in bewilderment.

Suffice to say that Elle was without doubt a strange one.

Yet they were fond of her all the same.

"I…I am just one girl that has spent most of her life lost never knowing who to run to or what to do. I could never be so arrogant as to think that I could bring peace to the entire world." The blonde-haired girl replied in a quiet voice with her amber eyes taking on a deeply thoughtful expression while her friends listened in a perplexed quiet.

"Elle…" Ty Lee whispered in a sentimental voice as she placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder while Elle gazed up with a smile still adorning her lips.

"But I will do what I can. Even if I can only help out one person. And even if it is only in the smallest of ways. If that's all I can do…then that's the way I'll flow." Elle concluded with a bright smile adorning her lips while she resolutely nodded her head.

The highborn women could only gaze on with baffled looks in their eyes while the sage seemed to almost smile in approval.

And now they began to see the difference between the Avatar and their young friend.

The Avatar believed himself to be the only one that could bring balance and peace to the world.

While Elle intended to touch people's lives on the micro scale, assisting others however she can. Even if her actions didn't bring about world peace.

If it brightened even one person's day, she would do it.

"Soft hearted peasant." The princess snorted in a pompous voice with roll of her eyes while she gazed down at her loyal servant's innocent face.

"That's so Azula-sama." The blonde-haired girl responded in a soft-spoken voice as she gazed up over her shoulder at her master's icy face.

While the princess's frigid golden eyes gazed down with the faintest sliver of emotion in her cold stare.

'So, this is Lana Turner's peace…' Azula thought with her regal lips pursing into a thin line while a flawless fingertip slid down her cheek.

A woman that believed in peace so strongly that she didn't waver in her beliefs even in the face of her own death.

A mother…who insisted that her son wasn't a monster.

Unlike…. her own mother.

'She was right though…. but…it still hurt.' The princess thought with a scowl on her beautiful lips before she scoffed under her breath.

And it was laughably apparent that Lana was wrong about Felix.

If it was any other peasant, she would call the woman a fool.

And yet…

For some inexplicable reason she has found that it was difficult to do so.

I am glad…that you will find friends to be there for you…and even happier that you will even find someone to love you. I just wish that I could be there to see it…I wish I could have met her.

'Elle's mother accepted me.' Azula thought with her lips shaking in a strange emotion while she clenched a fist before her face.

And then she crushed her palm together with blue fire blazing from her fist while her eyes narrowed dangerously.

'I am going to kill that man…Strados.' The princess thought with fire snorting from her nostrils as she glared ahead with wrathful golden eyes.

"Well, that's a start at least. It would seem that you are on the road to developing some independent thought after all." Mava remarked in a sage voice with a nod of her head as the others sweatdropped while Elle's eyes brightened after hearing those words.

While Azula sunk back in her seat with her golden eyes burning in disapproval over those words as she glared back at the old sage.

"Wise sage…I have another question. Until today…I didn't remember witnessing my mother awaken her power. Why…why is that?" Elle asked with her palms folding together in uncertainty while her companions listened in equal curiosity.

"I presume that you blocked it out. You were too young. Your mind simply could not process what had happened. You simply weren't ready to face it…so you purged it from your mind." The sage explained with a knowledgeable undertone to her voice while the teenager's youthful eyes grew wide in realization.

"So…that's why I couldn't remember." The blonde-haired girl murmured as she grasped at her sleeves in contemplation.

"That would explain why Elle didn't remember awakening her power when she was a small child." The captain commented with her hazel eyes staring back at the girl in concern.

While the princess stared on with cold golden eyes as she exchanged a momentary look with her close friends.

"That is correct. And even though she is older now. She is still young. She needed an emotional trigger to awaken her dormant power. And it would seem that in her case…her trigger is the princess." Mava stated as she gestured to Azula's pleased countenance while the three noblewomen turned to their leader.

"Azula is Elle's trigger?" The brown-haired woman questioned in a curious voice while a smile returned to the princess's lips.

"As I have said before. This one is truly in tuned with her master's needs." Azula boasted in a haughty voice with her palm patting Elle's head once more while her serving girl's eyes cheered up once more.

And her two lifelong friends let out another heavy sigh.

"Hm. More specifically when the spoiled princess is injured or placed in harm's way…" The sage trailed off in a suggestive voice as the young girl sat with her mouth agape in wonderment while the princess cold eyes flashed with a tiny sliver of emotion.

"When Azula-sama…is harmed…" Elle mumbled in a loyal voice with Azula's palm in her hair while her master stared down at her in approval.

And the three noblewomen listened in astonishment.

"Indeed. Elle's power is at its strongest when she feels that the princess's life is in danger." Mava remarked with her wrinkled hand clutching her staff while Elle's emotive amber eyes turned to peer up at Azula's stony face.

While the princess's beautiful lips parted in an expression of surprise while she gazed down into her loyal servant's innocent amber gaze.

"So…Elle reacts when Azula's life is on the line." The markswoman commented in a fascinated voice with her tawny eyes gazing at her little sister in astonishment.

The girl had to be the only person on the face of this entire planet that would have such a reaction to Azula facing a near death situation.

"Well, I can't say that surprises me. Elle is my most loyal servant after all. She serves her master well." The princess spoke in a voice of boundless approval as she patted her handmaiden's head while she smiled as the girl fell into her thigh.

"P-princess." The blonde-haired girl stammered in a lovesick voice with long fingers trailing through her hair while her princess patted her head.

"Aww. Now that's pink Azula." Ty Lee cooed in a gushing voice while Azula rolled her eyes with her hand still resting upon Elle's swooning head.

All the while as Mai let out another sigh beside her.

Only for everyone to turn to the captain when she pushed her back off the wall with a smirk forming upon her lips.

"So, if I brutalize the Crown Princess it will spur young Elle to master her power?" Zoe inquired with her lips curving into a smirk as she crackled her knuckles while Azula's imposing eyes glared her way.

And both Mai and Ty Lee both watched in amusement while Elle's eyes grew wide in adorable horror.

"There's only one way to find out." The sage teased while the princess glared daggers through her skull.

"Well then. Sit still princess. I am going to break your bones and knock out all of your teeth but don't fight back. It's for the good of the Fire Nation." The captain declared as she pounded her fists together as she took one step forward while her ruler glowered back at her.

Only for Mai and Ty Lee to sweatdrop when Elle cried out in lovable concern as she protectively held out her arms to shield the taken aback princess.

"N-no! Don't hurt Azula-sama Zoe! She's too beautiful to lose her teeth!" Elle cried out in a devoted voice while Azula smiled down at her in recognition.

"Oh Elle…" The brown-haired woman sighed in a fond voice as she smiled over the young girl's adorable love for her selfish friend.

"Calm yourself Elle. I was only jesting." Zoe assured with a placating wave of her hand while Elle still frantically sat with her little body protecting the smirking Azula.

"Well done servant. Your devotion to serve pleases me." Azula purred with her palms folded regally in her lap as she reclined like a true queen over her emotional servant.

While she gazed down dominantly into her young girlfriend's beyond worshipful amber eyes only for her smile to grow when the girl bowed her head in reverence.

"I…am proud to serve you Azula-sama. Now and forevermore." The blonde-haired girl answered with her head bent in respect while her princess's lips pulled into a wide smile.

"Do you see that Ty Lee? I approve of this one." The princess spoke in a gratified voice with her crimson lips forming a charming smile while the acrobat nodded her head.

"I see it Azula." Ty Lee replied with a still present smile while she observed the strange couple's interactions.

Elle sat on the floor with her head bent in a profound show of deference while Azula surveyed her with cold golden eyes.

"There is nothing that I would not do for you my queen." Elle murmured in a sweet voice with her hands in her lap while Azula stared down at her with stern yet protective golden eyes.

Before the princess casually waved a well-manicured hand to signal that she could rise.

"Your queen recognizes your loyalty. Now rise." Azula ordered with her arms resting on the sides of her seat while Elle sprang up on command.

And then she found herself unable to resist allowing her lips to pull into a fond smirk when her young servant sat back down at her booted feet.

"As my queen commands!" The blonde-haired girl chirped in a lovable voice as she sat with her head resting against her princess's leg once more while the older girl smirked in approval.

"See old woman. Component or not she serves me. And I expect you to tell me everything that pertains to my servant's power. Should you do otherwise…you will find yourself wishing you hadn't." The princess declared in a voice of absolute control with her imposing eyes staring imperiously ahead while her handmaiden smiled up at her.

While Ty Lee and Mai just gazed at their friend in exasperation over her continued rudeness to the old sage.

"Have it your way. I will tell you everything. But only because I can see that it is a lost cause trying to separate the young Component from your side." Mava responded in an exhausted voice with the wood stove still crackling with a bright blue flame.

And Azula sunk back in her seat with a pleased smirk gracing her beautiful lips while Elle still gazed up at her in endless admiration.

"It's good to know that we could have saved ourselves this miserable trek and just dangled Azula over the water for a few days instead." Mai stated with a small smirk on her lips as Azula turned to glare venomously her way while Elle gazed on in aghast horror.

While both Ty Lee and Zoe just smiled in amusement over Azula's ire.

However, the monarch chose to let the jab slide in favor of focusing on the matter at hand.

"You called the Avatar an unnatural blight upon this world. Tell me more about why you feel that way." Azula spoke in a sophisticated voice with her piqued golden eyes staring back at the elderly woman's fire-lit countenance.

While Elle sat at her feet with her amber eyes gazing on with a youthful eagerness to learn all that she could.

All the while as the three noblewomen also gazed at the sage in interest to know more.

"Because the world has become far too dependent on the Avatar for its own good. People make no effort to try to help themselves because they feel that the Avatar is going to save them." The sage stated in a bitter voice while the group gazed back in a fascinated silence.

"In order words you think the Avatar produces overall weakness?" The captain pondered in a contemplative voice with a hand under her chin while the princess gazed on in mutual perplexity.

"That is precisely what I am saying. It may not be an opinion that many agree with but I stand by it all the same." Mava grumbled in a tired voice while Azula gazed on with a scheming gleam in her cold golden eyes.

"In other words, the Avatar is your enemy?" The princess purred as she glanced up from her well-trimmed fingernails while her childhood friends listened warily.

"The Avatar is no friend of mine." The sage stated in a hoarse voice while the princess's callous hawklike eyes now flickered with a controlling stare.

'How delightfully advantageous. I possess Elle…and her Component. And now I have the old sage at my full disposal. All of her secrets…everything that she knows. Now belong to me. And to top it all off…we have an enemy in common in the Avatar.' Azula thought with her icy golden eyes taking on a manipulative look while her palm fell back into her lap.

While her cold gaze glanced back down at her handmaiden's obedient back before she turned her imposing stare back to the old woman herself.

All that remains to be done is to deal with the unpredictable variables.

Those being that wretch Silah and that young girl Naoki. Not to mention any other invaders from her girlfriend's homeland.

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking brat! You're thinking about how you are going to use me for your own gain! I have been around far longer than you and I know how you greedy royals think! So, don't even think for a moment that you can pull a fast one on me!" Mava snapped in a rasping voice while Azula's ruthless golden eyes flashed with a moment of surprise.

Only to find herself recovering not even seconds afterward as she narrowed her gaze into a fearsome death glare.

While the princess's eyes shook in even further fury when she heard her captain chuckling in amusement from the other side of the room.

All the while as her two childhood friends watched from the sidelines in entertainment.

"It would seem that she has you pegged princess." Zoe quipped with her arms crossed over her breasts while Azula turned to scowl in her direction.

"Dirty peasant! By the time I am through with you I promise that you will learn to speak to your monarch with respect!" The princess bellowed with fire exuding from her mighty lips while her two lifelong friends sighed once more.

Only for her cold golden eyes to glance down at her boots when she felt a dainty hand tug on her pantleg while she now glared down into her servant's emotional amber eyes.

"Please don't fight Azula-sama." Elle pleaded in a soft voice with her hands grasping her master's leggings while Azula glowered down at her.

All the while as Ty Lee hid her grin as she watched the two from where she sat on the sidelines.

"It's not for you to give me orders servant!" Azula scoffed with a prideful snort of blue fire as she angrily folded her arms over her armored breasts while her handmaid still held onto her knee.

While the three noblewomen observed them in amusement.

"But lucky for you…I have use for you as well." The sage stated in a grumble while the princess's cold eyes narrowed as she stared back at her.

"I demand that you elaborate further on your opposition to the Avatar." The princess commanded in a supremely authoritative voice with her palms regally folding in her lap once more.

While she gazed on with hard golden eyes while she inwardly took great enjoyment in how her young girlfriend held onto her leg.

"Many people are capable of achieving more than they know. But they will never find out. Because they are complacent fools." Mava ranted as she sat over the blazing fire while Azula's golden eyes flickered with fascination.

All the while as her four companions listened in an equally intrigued silence.

"The Avatar…makes people complacent?" The blonde-haired girl asked in an attentive voice while the old hermit nodded her head.

"That is right child. For instance. You would be surprised to find out that there are ways that even those who are born as nonbenders can learn to bend and weaponize their own chi.” The sage remarked with a deeply sagacious undertone to her throaty voice while the entire group now gazed back in disbelief.

Mai and Ty Lee sat with their mouths agape in shock while both Azula and Zoe gazed on with stunned eyes.

"How?" The brown-haired woman asked with sudden curiosity in her voice while her fellow noble stared on with equal interest in her eyes.

"As of right now I will not divulge that information. You serve a selfish despot. You'll have to figure that out for yourselves." Mava informed with a wave of her wrinkled hand while both noblewomen deflated as they turned to glare back at Azula's once more seething face.

"Thanks, Azula." The markswoman scoffed in a monotone voice with her tawny eyes staring back at the princess's callous face in aggravation.

Although she couldn't blame the old sage.

Azula has disrespected the hermit from the moment that they first met.

'Even though she won't tell us now…if she speaks the truth. Then that means that there is a way for me to get stronger.' Mai thought with a determined expression in her eyes while she clenched a fist at her robed hip.

And then she could even the playing field with Zoe.

But more important than that.

'I can better protect my little sister.' The markswoman mused as she turned to gaze at the teenager's sweet face with a resolute look in her eyes.

"You have no right to complain. Just weeks ago, you betrayed me for Zuko. You should consider yourself fortunate that you even draw breath." Azula hissed with fire snorting from her nostrils while Mai recoiled in returning shame under her intimidating glare.

Only for the mighty princess's eyes to glare down once more when she felt her servant pull on her wrist.

"Azula-sama…" Elle murmured in a gentle voice with her soft hands holding Azula's palm while the older woman let out a prideful growl.

And yet despite that she didn't push her away.

"But even though most of humanity has become complacent under the Avatar Cycle. There are still select talented benders who are able to rise above their limits." The sage commented with her wrinkled face staring into the fire while the group listened in amazement once more.

And both Azula and Zoe found themselves gazing on with unbridled curiosity in their eyes.

"I order you to tell me about this power." The princess demanded with insatiable inquisitiveness in her cold eyes while her serving girl listened in wonder at her feet.

"These benders are called ascendants." Mava announced in an enrapturing voice while the team stared on in awe.

"Ascendants?" The captain repeated in a captivated voice with her hazel eyes growing wide in hunger.

"Indeed. And I sense that the two of you are on the verge of reaching ascendancy." The sage remarked in an unbelievably perceptive voice while the two firebenders gazed on in an utterly enthralled silence.

The princess and the captain could only stare on with uncontrolled desire in their eyes.

While they simultaneously swelled in pride over their unrivaled their bending like never before.

And the two noblewomen could only shudder as they gazed at the two from the sidelines.

'Joy. That's the last thing we needed. Now Azula's ego is going to soar even higher.' Mai thought with annoyance in her eyes while Azula's lips were already creasing into a proud smile.

Just before the two women sighed when the princess pounded a powerful fist on the arm of her chair while she smiled even more arrogantly than ever before.

"As it should be. This is even more proof of my divine right to rule. Very soon I shall conquer this world as an ascendant and dominate the Earth!" Azula exclaimed in a supremely hubristic voice with a domineering smile gracing her lips while her fists now burned in blue fire.

All the while as she sat on her simple wooden chair as if it was an extravagant throne with a devilish smirk adorning her beautiful lips.

While the three noblewomen gazed on in an awkward silence.

And the sage rolled her eyes.

Only for the sound of enthusiastic clapping to soon resonate into the air while the tyrannical princess seemed to swell even further under her girlfriend's praise.

While she now gazed down at her young servant with smug golden eyes that greatly delighted in the teenager's limitless worship.

"You go Azula-sama! You can do it! I believe in you!" The blonde-haired girl cried out with a lovable look of adoration in her eyes while her big sisters shook their heads.

"And you peasant. You will bow at the foot of my throne." The princess sighed as she sunk back in her seat with her fists relaxing on the arms of her chair while her loyal follower hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"M-my Fire Queen." Elle stammered as she gazed up at Azula like a lovesick puppy while the older girl smiled down at her.

Only for their moment to be swiftly interrupted by the sound of the old hermit scoffing.

"Don't get too full of yourself. You're not there yet. And you should both know that Silah is already an ascendant." Mava scoffed in a rasping voice as the team now fell into a horrified silence.

And just like that the princess and the captain were staring on with a look of renewed frustration towards the demented puppeteer.

"I command you to tell me how I achieve this state." Azula snarled in a forceful voice only for her golden eyes to boil in fury when the old woman scoffed once more.

"That I will also not disclose." The sage answered in a taunt while the princess's glacial eyes burned in great anger.

Only for her captain to speak before she could get the chance.

"I take it…that you won't tell us any of this information unless we can do something to appease you." Zoe stated in a calmer voice with her arms folded over her chest while Azula's golden eyes bubbled in ire once more.

"You deduce correctly. You need me more than I need any of you. It makes no difference to me either way. But that is not the case for you." Mava spoke in a fearless voice with her glazed eyes staring ahead while the team listened in a taken aback silence.

"You dare to threaten me?" The princess questioned in a wrathful voice as she clenched her fists at her sides.

Yet as much as it infuriated her to admit it.

The old hermit was right.

"You're certainly a shrewd one. But now I believe I understand what you were trying to say about the Avatar Cycle holding humanity back." The captain spoke in a reflective voice while the others turned to gaze at her in curiosity.

And Azula rose a brow as she gazed at her warrior through the corner of her golden eye.

"Do you?" The sage asked in turn while the captain stoically nodded her head.

"You told all four of us that we could break past our limits and achieve strength previously thought impossible. What you are saying is that benders and nonbenders alike will become exponentially stronger if they forgo their reliance upon the Avatar. And therefore, strengthening humanity as a whole." Zoe declared with her hazel eyes gazing back at the hermit's impressed countenance while her companions listened in a taken aback silence.

"Impressive deduction. At least one of you can talk without spewing insults." Mava hummed in an approving voice with her hand grasping her staff while Zoe turned to cast a victorious smile in Azula's glaring direction.

And suffice to say both Mai and Ty Lee were awed by the old woman's beliefs.

Despite the harm that the Fire Nation was undoubtedly causing.

The sage believed that people would be strong as a whole if they were no longer reliant on a savior.

"And that's not all is it? You're telling us this so we can become stronger to face something other than the Avatar. Isn't that right?" The captain pondered as she straightened while her ruler turned to the sage with her elegant brows rising in growing interest.

"You perceive correctly Zoe Song." The sage responded in a graver voice than before while the team gazed on in fascination.

"D-does this have to do with what I saw in my vision?" The blonde-haired girl asked in a fearful undertone once more while her princess sat protectively above her.

"Everything and more." Mava answered in a deathly serious voice as Elle trembled once more with her amber eyes staring on in unhidden fright.

While all four highborn women gazed on in growing concern for their young friend's wellbeing.

"What is the name of this force that threatens my servant's life?" Azula demanded in a frigid voice with her callous eyes staring imperiously ahead while her lips pursed into a regal scowl.

Only to find herself gazing down with narrowed golden eyes when she took note that her young girlfriend was trembling like a leaf.

Elle's amber eyes grew as wide as can be as she recalled the sensation of terror that flowed throughout her body when she gazed at the inhuman eye.

And then just like that the teenager felt as if a presence was almost sweeping over her.

"It's…it's about the e-entity that I felt in my vision isn't it?" Elle inquired in a shaken voice with Azula staring down at her with bewildered golden eyes.

"Entity?" Ty Lee questioned with her brown-gray eyes agape in worry for her little sister while she reached out to place a calming hand on the younger girl's shoulder

While Mai frowned from where she sat beside them.

And Zoe stared on with an intently focused hazel gaze once more.

All the while as Azula gazed on with her domineering golden eyes taking on a ruthlessly defensive countenance.

As the old hermit gazed back with eerily glazed over golden eyes that somehow rendered all of them into a speechless silence.

"Yes, Elle. I speak of the being called the Primordial One." The sage announced in an ominous voice while the young girl sat with her amber eyes agape in fright.

And the four highborn women were struck into a baffled state of quiet beside her.

Not a single one of them understand what the old sage spoke of.

But one detail was clear.

They had dangerous enemies upon their horizon that were beyond their understanding.

#Azula #yuri #Avatar The Last Airbender #ty lee avatar #mai avatar

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Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 21

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 20. Now get ready for Part 21!:

Flinging herself into her pod with her hair, Poppy didn’t stop until she got into her bedroom. Then she threw herself down on her bed and broke into sobs.

Poppy laid down motionless. Overwhelmed by the loss of her boyfriend, she clutched on to her pillow and wept. With tears in her eyes, she moved a picture frame beside her pillows and looked at it. The frame had a picture of Poppy and Branch, sitting on a hill together and giving each other loving looks.

Poppy sighed at the photo. She had never felt so distraught in herself.

“Oh, Branch,” she said softly, her eyes full of sadness. “I knew you’re always there for me, but you can’t be gone forever.”

One of her tears dropped down to the picture frame. The memory of Branch made Poppy feel even worse.

She decided to settle herself for a good night’s rest. Tomorrow she would surely feel much better. Poppy turned on her side and closed her eyes, welcoming sleep to take hold of her.

During her sleep, a light suddenly flared into existence, dim behind Poppy’s closed eyelids. She clenched her eyes tighter together and rolled over to escape the small nuisance. The light was still there, and the warm and cozy bed was a little less so. Poppy opened her eyes to a sliver, then fully so.

A spotlight? And the bed was gone, replaced by a rough, stone floor. Poppy lifted herself off the ground and slowly made her way towards the lit area. What was this place? Was I dreaming? she thought. She reached the spot and bathed in the light. A black void surrounded her in every direction, except for the moon, which was positioned in the center of a starless sky.

This place… it felt so lonely… and so familiar, like Poppy knew everything about it, but didn’t recognize it at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see this, feel this, live this. It was almost like this was in her own mind.

Poppy began to sing to capture her mood:

You rest inside my mind

Since the day you came

A wind blew around her, pushing the fog away and leaving her untouched. Long-familiar features finally began to come into focus. First a rocky floor, then the center studying table, followed by the walls with shelves and baskets of supplies and survival equipment.

Poppy knew this place. “Branch’s bunker!” she whispered, putting her hands up to her mouth and tears running down her face. She must be dreaming!

“Come on, Branch! I knew you wouldn’t miss the big day!”

Poppy’s eyes shot fully open. She knew that voice from out of nowhere…it was her own.

“I don’t know about this, Poppy.”

The pink Troll turned around and found a projection of herself talking to Branch, who was in Troll form in that time of the day. They glowed, with trails of foggy light seemingly evaporating off of them and disappearing into thin air.

“Why don’t you want to come to their wedding?”

Branch rubbed his chin, his eyes speaking volumes about his apprehension. “Are you sure your best friend will be alright to marry the king?” he asked Poppy.

“Of course!” Poppy told him enthusiastically. “Bridget and King Gristle are getting married today! They’re inviting all of us to their wedding! Why you want miss the chance to go to Bergen Town again? I thought you liked Bergens because they don’t eat us anymore!”

“I know!” Branch said awkwardly, nodding and raising his arms up. Then he hung his head, feeling a wave of sadness across his face. “It’s just...if only my grandma were here to see our happy village.”

Poppy clenched her eyes shut, remembering the day she used to comfort Branch over the loss of his grandma, who got eaten by the Bergen Chef when he was a little young boy a long time ago.

The foggy image of Poppy hugged Branch, and he hugged back, enjoying the pressure of her big warm hugs. “Oh, Branch,” she told him. “I can see how you felt. But now that we made peace with the Bergens and you regained your true colors, there is nothing to worry about. I’m sure your grandma will be so proud of you, smiling down from heaven.”

“Thank you, Poppy,” Branch said gratefully. “You were always there for me when you helped me to be happy.”

“And I knew you always were,” Poppy added.

The two Trolls looked at each other lovingly and leaned forward, bringing each other’s lips close...

Poppy’s body trembled against the threat of tears. She did her best to shake it off and watched as the apparitions of herself and Branch disappeared. His chance to see Bridget and King Gristle’s wedding would be the best from him… At least he got to see it, and she is glad he enjoyed it. She quietly sung a few words:

I knew you would be with me

All the time we spent

“Hey, Poppy! How’s it going?”

Poppy got startled from her song when another memory of herself visiting Branch again sprung up to the right.

Her image approached Branch. “Hey there, Branch!” she said proudly. She noticed that he is stashing some acorns in a bag. “What are you doing?”

“Storing food for the winter,” he said. “Why are you here? Aren’t you cold?” Branch looked so worried that she might be getting a frostbite if she went to his bunker without any warm clothes. He turned to a closet and cried “Let me get you some warm clothing!”

“No,” Poppy corrected him. “How could you forget? I’m here to give you a Christmas present!”

Poppy immediately remembered this! It was Christmas in Troll Village, and she went to visit Branch’s bunker to offer him a holiday blessing. Thankfully, Branch was able to accept the offer and unwrapped his gift with mere anticipation.

Branch’s jaw dropped open wide at his Christmas present. He was totally speechless at what Poppy give to him. “Whoa! No way!” he said, excitement gripped his throat. “A SuperTroll action figure?!”

Poppy tried not to laugh so that her boyfriend can agree with her. “Yes!” she squeaked, nearly throwing her arms wide to hug him.

Branch was overwhelmed with love and admiration. After pulling himself away from her hug, he moved his SuperTroll toy around, pretending that it can fly. “You’re the best, Poppy!” he said happily. “How can I ever thank you for this?”

“Well, you can always thank me as much as you want!” Poppy said proudly, smirking at him. Then she yanked him to the bunker elevator, and Branch was suddenly confused.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked.

“I’m sure you would love a good snowball fight!” said Poppy, bouncing up and down with excitement.

“Um, what are you talking about?” Branch didn’t understand what she was planning for him.

“Come outside! I’m sure you’ll love the snow!” With pride in her step and a determined smirk, Poppy hopped on the elevator platform, with Branch pulling the lever, rising themselves upwards into a flash of green fog. That was always like Branch; no matter what the situation, he would always be willing to come with her and help her, whether he enjoyed the fun or not.

As the memory disappeared, Poppy sang:

What we shared was surely

Warm enough to know you cared for me

“DANCE BREAK!!!” A familiar cry caught her ear; Poppy turned to see herself preparing to dance excitedly while Branch overreacted in horror.

She recognized this moment. Branch had never been too keen on overreacting just for the fun of himself. He’d only ever overreacted in some circumstances whenever something for a party was forgotten. One day, it was Guy Diamond’s birthday party at that time, and Poppy and Branch wanted to organize the party with a huge success, and they were busy setting up the balloons and banquet. During that one moment of preparation, Poppy started doing a victory dance and Branch nearly panicked, as if they were forgetting something.

“Clear the area!” he yelled, frantically looking around and waving his arms around. “Check for potential tripping hazards! Establish a perimeter for an open path for non-dancing Trolls to pass!”

Finally, Branch faced Poppy, who was staring at him and knew he had overreacted once. He threw his hands up in the air and dramatically cried out “DO WE HAVE ENOUGH LIQUID IN THE AREA FOR HYDRATION?!”

For a moment, everything was silent. Branch turned to Poppy’s glaring expression and hung his head, embarrassed at his outburst. “Okay then, point taken,” he said. “I’m sorry. I was overreacting for the sake of myself.”

Poppy’s image giggled and offered a genuine smile. She pushed her fist against Branch’s shoulder to playfully tease him before being engulfed in the fog of her mind, like all the rest.

Poppy turned away and was met by a large opening in the wall. She stepped outside into an open field, lit only by a sun hidden far below the horizon and a plethora of scattered stars. A green mist materialized beside a pod far from her gaze. It slowed and the fog fell off, revealing another image of herself, giggling as she showed Branch a drawing of himself with a porcupine quill-like hairstyle, whom he grimaced at. Poppy couldn’t place this memory, but it was yet another time they were at Maddy’s barber shop. Just as soon as they appeared, they disintegrated into ashes and disappeared into the night sky.

Poppy closed her eyes, taking in the sounds of chirping insects in the tall grass. Sounds became muffled, as if she’d been placed behind a window and was no longer really there. She opened her eyes to the sight of trees sprouting out of the earth, surrounding her wherever she turned.

Once again, the familiar faces of this dream appeared, appearing in a forest, only to disappear once more as each memory tended to do. To calm herself down, Poppy sang as the images played out from her mind:

Light floods through memories

Helps me walk my path

As she kept singing, Poppy was now on a rotating pedestal, lifted up high enough that she would be out of reach. On the memories played, showing her more of the happy times she had with Branch: the time when Poppy was curious of an emergency lever encased in a glass box he had created in the corner of his bunker and Branch warned her for her safety, advising her not to break the glass and pull it unless there will be danger.

She remembered the time when she sheepishly told the truth to him after she accidentally breaks his vase made out of clay.

Poppy also remembers that one time she discovers his polished brass knuckles in his drawer, leading Branch to snatch it from her as she teasingly held her hand high from him, her fingers buckled within the shiny object. The memories surrounded Poppy with such dizzying velocity that she felt the need to curl up in a ball and hide.

She quietly sang some words as her voice nearly shook:

I'll keep my head up high

Words of faith and love

Your strength gives me hope

Someday I'll find you with open arms

The memories all vanished in the fire of the setting sun, not unlike the one that had greeted her when she arrived home.

It was quiet. Poppy wasn’t sure she would hear it if she even spoke, but slowly a sound echoed around her. Ahead of her was a large clearing occupied by endless lumps of snow. Cut through the center of the area was a path, and the source of the sound.

Another ghostly image of Poppy ran down the path towards her. This memory was different. There was an urgency in her step, and Branch was nowhere to be seen.

“Poppy?”

Her breath caught as she faced a Troll with blue hair wearing a scarf, with his back facing her. Right in front of her, staring down the path, was Branch.

As Poppy’s mirror image closed in, Branch gave a happy wave before running in and hugging her tight. She looked on, as a lump formed inside her throat and a pang of sadness took hold of her. The other Poppy had tears in her eyes when she embraced Branch in the middle of the snow.

“What’s wrong, Poppy?” he asked in the memory, concerned about her emotion.

“Nothing,” she wept, trying to smile.

“Tell me what is wrong with you,” Branch said in his gentle voice. He lifted her chin with one hand to make her look directly into his eyes, but the sad pink Troll is unable to be comforted, looking down at the ground and crying.

“Don’t cry,” Branch said warmly, doing his best to comfort her. “It’s okay. I’m right here now. You can tell me what is your problem.”

“Branch, there is something I need to tell you,” Poppy said sadly.

“What is it?” asked Branch, pulling her tightly into his arms.

“One day, what if you leave me and get yourself into trouble? What’s gonna happen?” Poppy quickly paused for a moment, trying to hold back her sobs. Branch hugged her close, and she broke down in his arms. She poured out her sorrows and upcoming predictions to him. He listened without interrupting before he gently comforted her. He gave her valuable advice while he hugs her tight, assuring her that it was not the end of the world and that soon, all would be well.

“Nothing’s going to separate you from me,” Branch assured her, smiling. “It’ll be fine, Poppy. I’ll always be right here…in your heart.” He pointed out his finger to her chest as he said this, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Poppy leaned in close to his touch and was able to calm down. Together, they gazed lovingly at the beautiful sunset far from them.

Poppy forced her eyes shut, wishing the image would go away. That was it, the lie she had ever heard of her life. Why didn’t Branch have the guts to just tell the truth of his mistakes? At least if only he had told her… If he had told her that he accidentally pulled out the Archaeo morphisis mushroom that one single night, then maybe she’d at least know what to expect. She would have stop him from touching the mushroom, which Branch would then have to choose to lie about, or tell the terrible truth.

But it was too late to save his life now. Branch did promised that he will not leave her side, but he broke it for now. Her entire life is shattering to pieces as she predicted that she would live in a world without a village grump walking around and carrying sticks in his arms. Poppy knew Branch decided to lie, anyway, with the hopes that she could somehow conjure up the miracle cure needed to save him. But now she had failed him, and he would never forgive her.

Plus, she would never forgive herself too.

The world around Poppy grew dark, and her eyes grew heavy. The weight she had been carrying finally pushed her down to the ground. Her head became light and she felt the life escaping her as the air in her lungs escaped through constricting pressure. Tears streamed down her face through her closed eyes, dripping onto the packed dirt beneath her.

“You promised me to not leave me, Branch,” she murmured. “I know you were always in my heart...”

Soon, Poppy shot out of bed in reality, still holding on to her photo frame of herself and Branch and gasping for any air she could take in. Her body trembled as she fought to catch her breath.

Once Poppy managed to calm down, she sat back against the pillow and studied the darkness in her room. She could see faint silhouettes scattered around her. She fixated on one of them, studying the intricate curves of the craft. Suddenly, a ghostly mist began to weave around the object, and it began to turn to face her. Poppy shook her head and looked again; it was gone. Just her mind playing tricks on her.

The dream was still clear in her mind. Memory after memory, the happiness between Poppy and Branch was apparent, except for that last one. Branch had been scared and looked to her for answers. He trusted her, and she betrayed that trust.

One thing each memory had in common, though, was that Branch was always there. He was always there for her when she needed him. So why, after a few days of disappearing, was she not by his side now?

Without anyone to hug and comfort at bedtime, Poppy felt completely lost and alone. She looked up at the darkened pink ceiling and sighed. “Branch, where were you when you always need me?” she wondered. She couldn’t think where he had gone to, and hoped that he would be in a better place any time now.

Meanwhile, deep in the woods, Branch, stuck in his cat form, sat on a cliff near a river, heartbroken. It had been a long time since he had been chased by the Animal Control officer an hour ago. A cold breeze drifted over him and he shuddered. He had no idea how many hours he had been sitting here. With a deep sigh, he placed his chin between his front paws and brushed at the tearstains dripping out of his whiskers.

Branch gazed down at the river, where he can see his own reflection. He had never felt so hopeless in his life. Then he spotted a small rock in front of him and flicked it with his paw, sending it dropping into the water.

The liquid rippled, and through his own eyes, he can see that his watery reflection changed into his old Troll self, all dressed in his usual green vest and brown shorts and with pointed elf-like ears sticking out on the sides of his head.

Branch took a moment to look down at the reflection in the river. Seeing his Troll form down there made him feel even more worse. He closed his eyes and shed a tear, letting it fall into the river again. When the water rippled again, his reflection reverted to his cat form.

Dropping his head to his front paws, Branch sighed and curled his long blue tail around his body, blaming himself for ignoring Poppy and King Peppy’s warnings. The life he had always known was gone forever, and he needed to accept his fate.

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 22!

Note: This time, there were not much pictures in this one. For the most part, I'm very happy with how it turned out! The part is based off the music video “Memories” that I created last year, with some parts of it incorporated into the paragraphs. I hope I did the video justice because it really was incredible to me.

I give you a link to the video! I dare you to watch it while you read through this part because it is linked to it.

Click here for the “Memories” music video! Good luck reading it! 😊💙💖

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