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lanadeldixon · 1 year ago

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It’s a Fine Line

Daryl x Fem reader

(Enemies to lovers)

Word count- 1.7k

Warnings- foreplay, nudity, swearing, slight angst, wishing death on someone?

Summary- Y/N and Daryl hate each other and everyone knows it but as they say it’s a fine line between love and hate…

Setting- early Alexandria days, around s5-s6

“Ugh you don’t get it, I hate him. Like I just hate him so so much” I stated head still reeling over his stupid comment.

“No you don’t” Rosita said with a smirk.

“I mean me, stupid, as if! I’m actually like super smart”

I remarked ignoring her comment.

“Ugh”

“Ohh, so you’re talking about Daryl?” Maggie said with a giggle, her hand laced in Glenn’s.

It was nice to see her smile, it had been a while since she’d finally been able to be happy again.

“Don’t get her started” Rosita let out with a sigh.

I shot her a sharp look, “Rosita! I thought we were friends!” I said in a jokey tone.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back her smile.

“So you still haven’t made up with him?” Glenn asked.

Before I could respond Maggie scoffed,

“Them make up? I love you Y/N but you’re so stubborn!” I opened my mouth to argue, “I know he’s very stubborn too! But one day you may need eachother, it’s best to make amends or at least try to understand eachother.” She said with a more stern, but still understanding look on her face.

I pursed my lips together in annoyance, thinking over what she said.

It is true, if one day I’m in danger and I need to rely on him can I truly trust him to help me? He hates me but even though I hate him too I would still fight for him if he needed me.

I blushed slightly at the thought of saving someone I felt such anger for, it was kinda hot…

“Earth to Y/N, you still with us?” Rosita mocked waving her hand over my face.

“Yes, sorry I was lost in thought.” I muttered avoiding her eyes, ashamed of my thoughts.

“I wonder who you possibly could’ve been thinking about?” Rosita continued sarcastically, smirk reappearing.

“Oh, are you dating someone Y/N?” Glenn questioned as the girls giggled.

I rolled my eyes, and shook my head in embarrassment.

“Fine I’ll go talk to the stupid, greasy archer.” I said in a childish tone.

I walked through the town quickly, head down, mind reeling.

I had just made it through the doorway when I heard him.

“Oi ya even listening to me dumbass?”

My head shot up in anger.

“For the last time I’m not dumb, if you even listened to me for once you’d find that I’m rather intelligent, besides at least I don’t look like I haven’t showered in 10 years.”

He snarled.

“Now I know ya stupid”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna call me stupid some more?!”

He angrily stomped towards me.

“Fuck ya!”

He said with a throw of his hand as he began to turn around.

“Fuck you? That’s it? Nothing else genius?” I said mockingly.

“What else should I say?? Yar a fucking bitch. I shoulda let ya ass get bit a long ass time ago.”

I paused for a second, I always knew he hated me but, I never knew he hated me that much, too the point where he wouldn’t even want me around anymore. I knew I egged him on but I guess I just wanted to hear something, anything, different…

I looked at him hurt, before averting my gaze.

It’s just us. We’ll always be like this. It shouldn’t hurt, but why does it?

“Fuck you too.” I said not being able to bring myself to look in his eyes.

I began to walk towards the closest exit, desperate to escape this anger?

No it feels worse than that.

I want to escape this pain…

I reached for the handle, before I could grasp it I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

“Don’t” the biker said in a gruff voice.

“Why do you care?” I said gaze fixed on the bottom of the door.

His silence was deafening.

“Let me go Daryl.”

I felt his hand falter slightly before it tightened.

“I can’t…”

“Why not? I thought you wanted me dead…”

I managed to release, struggling against the lump forming in the back of my throat. I could feel my eyes well up and I knew my hurt had surfaced enough to be seen.

If it was this painful then maybe Rosita was right…

“I didn’t mean tha’” he choked out.

“Then what did you mean Daryl? Why would you say it if you didn’t mean it?!” My voice quickened with my heart as I instinctively raised my voice.

“WHY DO YOU THINK Y/N?! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!” He practically screamed at me.

The shake of his hand radiated through my entire body.

Finally I worked up the courage to turn around. I was scared of what might happen next however at the same time it excited me.

Our eyes met.

“Tell me…” I let out in a whisper.

His gaze shifted uncomfortably.

“Please…” I muttered.

“I hate you…” he slurred in a hushed tone, his eyes shifting to my lips.

I stayed silent.

“But God why da ya have to be so damn hot?”

“Fuck you…”

“Ya can’t even lemme finish, fuck, ya so damn annoyin’ but I just, I can’t not think about ya.”

My eyes widened and my whole body began to heat up.

“Ya face it’s like engraved in ma mind, I can’t not think about ya, day and night. Where ever I am. Ya all that’s on ma mind. I hate ya... I wanna hate ya so so bad but…”

He paused looking deeply into my eyes, I felt naked under his close watch.

“I don’t think it’s hate anymore Y/N, I don’t know if it ever has been. It’s a fine line ya know?” He looked away in shame as he said it and I gulped loudly.

“I know.” I said sternly.

We were mere inches apart. I couldn’t tell whether we were about to argue or…

He leaned forward in one quick motion, stopping just shy of my lips.

He had a raw almost animalistic look in his eyes.

I would’ve been scared if I wasn’t desperate to know what his next move would be.

He breathed heavily before sighing and leaning his arm above me, his head nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

“Do ya have any idea what ya doin to me dumbass,”

I just looked at him with widened eyes and a parted mouth. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights.

I lifted my hands carefully and placed them on his back.

Much to my dismay he moved his head from its resting place.

But when his eyes met mine I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed for much longer.

I moved my head slightly forward and he followed my movements. As if in sync we mirrored one another’s actions until our lips were practically touching.

I could feel his warm breath hit my lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

My breath hitched as he searched my eyes, before his lips collided into mine.

His motions were rushed but clearly planned. The way his tongue explored my mouth, it couldn’t have been accidental.

His hands gripped onto my lower waist, tugging firmly at my trousers.

“Mhm” I pulled away for a second, and undid the buckle he was so clearly struggling with. When our eyes met again he had a look of gratitude mixed with hunger.

A grin overcame his face, “god I can’t wait to taste ya”

With that I met his lips, with a firm, meaningful kiss.

God he’s a good kisser.

He pulled off his waistcoat and began to lift his shirt so I followed. Throwing off my jacket and lifting my vest over my face before tossing it to the side.

His lips began to explore, making their way down to my neck.

And slowly to my chest he reached for the clasp of my bra but his efforts were futile.

“Fuck sake is this glued shut or somethin’?” He mumbled angrily.

A giggle escaped me as I grabbed his hand, guiding it.

He stood back for a second admiring his accomplishment.

With a nod he let out a soft hum, before gently kissing my breasts.

He held my waist tighter and pulled his head back,

“Ya ready for this princess,”

He said as me laid me down, looking at my body splayed on the floor in nothing but my panties.

I nodded and he smiled.

I began to admire his chest properly as he kneeled in-front of me and gripped his hands around my thighs before placing them on his shoulders and licking his lips.

He gently nipped at my thighs whilst his hand played with the hem of my lacy underwear.

“BAM!” The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house.

We unentangled ourselves and shot up startled.

We knew we were fucked.

“Carol’s going to love this, she’s been cooking like crazy lately,” I heard a familiar voice state.

Me and Daryl’s eyes met, it was obvious we were both struggling to think of a way to explain this.

The footsteps began to grow closer as we scrambled to grab our clothes.

He went to open the door but remembered the state we were in and instead decided against it.

“Fuck” he muttered.

My eyes shifted around the room until it landed on the closet.

I grabbed his wrist and rushed towards the door, managing to reach it just before the footsteps reached the kitchen.

“You’re joking!” I peered through a slit, noticing my suspicions were correct, Maggie and Rosita stood chatting in the kitchen.

“There’s no way, I mean they argue like cats and dogs!” Maggie exclaimed shocked.

My heart rate quickened realising whom they could be discussing…

“I’m telling you, she wants him bad!”

“No way, she was just saying earlier how much she hates him.”

My face met Daryl’s, he was already watching me, lust bubbling to the surface, daring to break through at any second.

My stance and gaze shifted as I realised just how uncomfortable this was, but to my surprise he lifted his hand and gently guided my face until once again our eyes were meeting.

“Oh come on, you’ve got be joking, it’s so obvious! I mean he wants her too, they just act like a couple of kids teasing each other because they have a crush.”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t know, it seems a lot like hatred to me.”

“That’s just because you’re not a part of it, trust me they’ll be ripping each others clothes in no time.”

Maggie laughed slightly before noticing something on the floor.

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why is Daryl’s vest on the floor?…”

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minimoxha · 2 years ago

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I have a dream (Tangled, pt.3)

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you'd didn't disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn't be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything

Warnings: bad parenting, lowkey kidnapping, signs of crying.

Now the two were off, walking off the property of her house. Though, inside of her chest her heart was repeatedly beating as if it was trying to make an escape. Just as she was doing. Was this really the right thing? If she wasn’t back by the time her dad was, he’d be furious. But at the same time, if she could show that she could handle herself and be an adult out here. Maybe miguel would finally let her enjoy her life. What if this was the worst decision she’d ever let happen in her life and the men, Hobbie brown that would whisk her away would be the worst descion she ever made.

“Why does your dad keep you inside anyways?” Hobie asked, breaking the previously awkward she soon that sat thick in the air. They haven’t spoken since he helped her out the window with his webs. “That’s kind of repetitive, inside seeing the same things all day”

The girl nods, picking up speed to the point where she’s now side by side with the man. “He wants me to be safe. There’s a lot to do but it does get repetitive, it’s really boring being cooped up in the house all day.” Y/n could feel herself get sad at the thought of being ignored at her request today. Why didn’t he want her to live her life? At this point, it was beyond trying to protect. He was trying to control. He loved being in control, being able to stop things from happening this was the same situation here.

“Is it some kind of grounding situation? How long you been in here?” Hobie asked.

“Since I was maybe 7. I got to go out a couple times on walks with dad but never enough.”

Hobie was stunned. Considering he hates repeating things and too much of things, he would hate being in the position that she was currently in. “That’s tough. You should have left a long time ago” Hobie was actually feeling bad for the girl, as if he was to take some type of responsibility for the girl to experience the best life she possibly could. “Miguel’s too uptight anyways, he needs to chill. The fireworks are in a couple hours, let’s just do other things before that aye?”

Y/n nods excitedly, walking with him before he clicks his watch and opens a portal to another dimension. She knew it was possible but it was amazing that she could see it unfold in front of her. He grabbed her hand before pulling her inside.

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“Miguel, did hobie come get you? he was supposed to tell you about the emergency.” Jessica said urgently, walking in front of Miguel and trying to show him his own office where something was unfolding.

“i don’t understand why you’d trust him to do anything right.” Miguel sighed. When the both of them got to the room to see the emergency signs all over the monitors. “What’s the emergency?”

“Sir, there’s an anomaly jumping from universe to universe, we can’t locate them at the moment. They have the power to open hee realities with their hand.

now this was a problem.

Thanks for all the love and support! Sorry for the short chapters but I was so excited to get this one out to create a bit of cliffhanger! Comment if yo want to be apart of the tag-list and thanks for reading.

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a-very-sparkly-nerd · 5 months ago

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will i wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Claudia has accepted that she can't bring her dad back. But she can talk to him, and all she needs to do it is the blood of a Moonshadow elf. Please note: TW's for whump, torture, blood, and probably some other stuff, too. If it's not your cup of tea, do click off and find something else to read; we have lots of wonderful authors in this fandom, so you'll no doubt find something better suited to your tastes.

Needless to say, Claudia had been through hell and back. She’d lost her leg and her pride and her family, and even Aaravos, who was supposed to be able to do anything, that was the whole point, couldn’t do anything to bring him back.

For the third time. Claudia couldn’t help a scoff, shaking her head and wiping her stained palms on the fabric covering her thighs. She’d always been persistent– stubborn, more accurately.

“You can talk to him,” Aaravos murmured by the flickering firelight, the stars under his eyes and dotting his skin twinkling prettily like rhinestones. Shortly after he’d escaped, before that first barrage of arrows had rained down, he’d shrunk to average human size and led their escape into the smoldering woods surrounding the kingdom.

He could change his size, for the most part, he’d explained. It turned out his bells-and-whistles entrance was probably scripted and rehearsed, long-awaited. Aaravos had a flair for the dramatic– he carried glitter around in his pockets.

She whipped her head up, ignoring the tensing grip on the cloth between her shoulderblades. “I can what?”

“You can summon his spirit,” Aaravos elaborated, waving a hand to turn the fire from orangey-red to magenta and smiling softly. Claudia couldn’t help wondering if he’d done this with his own daughter millennia ago, the flames her favorite color. Had she clapped her hands and kicked her legs, giggling and fascinated? Had she known how deeply and truly her dad loved her? “Talk to him. If it will offer you closure.”

She soldiered to her feet. “Well, obviously I’m gonna do that! Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

He looked down. “I did not know if…” A sigh escaped, deep and velvety and sending tingles up her spine. “If I can offer you closure, I will do it. Everyone deserves that bare minimum.”

“Is it closure, though?” Terry piped up, the first words he’d said since he’d mumbled about going off to gather firewood, still traipsing away even after Aaravos assured him that with him, they wouldn’t need wood. “Won’t it just hurt you? Can’t we let the past stay in the past?”

“No, Terry!” Claudia snapped, then recoiled at herself. She got down on her knees next to him, reaching for his cute little four-fingered hands. She bit her lip apologetically. “Sorry. I’m sorry, Terr-bear. But if this can help me, if I can even just say goodbye… I have to. You understand, right?”

He was silent for a long time, slipping his hand from her wrist up her arm and to cup her face, a warm touch she eagerly leaned into. “Tell me it will help you,” he requested– no, begged. “Look at me and tell me it will help you, that it will only be one time, and I’ll support you.”

But where was the Terry who’d trusted her unconditionally?

Viren owed her a life he didn’t have to give anymore, so the very least he could do was hear her out and take her yelling at him, let him know that what he did to her was fucked up at the very least.

And it was such a small price to pay, too.

“It will help me,” she told him, tousling his hair even as she was unsure of if the words held any real truth. It had to help her, because what could she do if it didn’t? “It will be this one time, and then-” She swallowed. “Then, whatever happens is what happens.”

He kissed her forehead, drawing her into a standing embrace and supporting her when she turned to look back to the Startouch elf. “Then I’ll stand by you.”

“What do I need for it?”

“Wait,” Terry interjected, holding out a hand he pointed accusingly at Aaravos. “Why aren’t you doing it?”

He smiled almost apologetically. “Only the mage who performs the spell can lay their eyes upon the deceased.”

Claudia squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. It’s just one. What do I have to get?”

He flicked his hair back. “Just one thing: the blood of one between life and death. The blood of a Moonshadow elf.”

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#my fic #tdp fic #tdp s7 speculation #claudia tdp #this gets really dark you guys #so i was trying to write smut but then i wrote whump?#idk man #giveusthesaga #continuethesaga #ao3 #fanfiction #aaravos

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tranquil-turbulence · 1 year ago

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SS Month ‘23 - Day 11

Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12

Prompt: The Fae

WARNING(S): N/A

The jeers at her back made her tiny legs pick up their pace, barely managing to dodge a thrown rock at her shoulder.

Little Sakura panted hard as she escaped into the underbrush, her little body barely snagging on the underbrush as she squirmed her way through. The girls chasing her seemed to fade from earshot as she struggled to her feet and kept running, not trusting herself to look back.

As soon as she deemed herself safe enough, she curled into the side of a tree and began to cry, sobs wracking her entire body as the cool wind made the little cuts on her knees and arms sting.

Today had seemed like a good enough day; her mother was in a good mood for once and her father had a day off from work. They’d had her favorite breakfast, and her mother had even called out to have a good day as she ran out to play.

And yet something had to go wrong. While she was sitting in one of the fields on the edge of the village, a couple of older girls began bullying her. She was content to ignore it, but then they started pulling hair. And then they started pinching cheeks.

She cupped a hand to her sore face, feeling the divots where their nails had dug into her face. She sniffled pathetically and wiped her running nose on the sleeve of her sweater, staring up into the canopies of leaves above.

The trees grew abnormally thick here, the forest floor dark despite the bright sunny day above. Roots snaked along the ground, threatening to trip up any who trespassed. The trunks were lithe and curved and some were stout and chipped from nature. Ominous chattering and bird calls echoed across the air.

Sakura shivered and curled even tighter around her legs. “I… I shouldn’t have come here…”

“I miss Daddy… I wish Mommy would come save me…” Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against her knees.

…

When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she noticed was that it was oddly silent.

Blinking, she looked around the dimly-lit forest and her bottom lip trembled. The bird calls were gone.

“H- hello…?” She called.

There was no answer.

Struggling to her feet, she dusted off her legs and braced herself against the trunk with her hand, clasping the other to her chest.

“Hello?” She tried again.

Soft footsteps crunched on the mossy ground.

She blinked, and all of a sudden a boy peeked behind a tree, a curious expression on his face. He seemed about her age, with unruly midnight hair that fell about his pale face.

“I heard you yelling,” he said plainly, pushing away from the tree trunk and coming closer. Sakura instinctively moved backward. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I’m hiding,” she meekly answered, ducking her head. “What are you doing here?”

The boy puffed up his cheeks and turned away with a pout. “I’m also hiding - my stupid older brother is too busy with training to play with me.”

Then he turned his gaze on her, and a smile spread across his lips. “Hey, you wanna play with me instead?”

“U- uh…?” She squeaked as he grabbed her hand.

“I’m Sasuke,” he told her.

“S- Sakura…”

“Just like your hair, right?” He pointed to her baby-pink locks. “Okay, Sakura, let’s play! I know the perfect hiding spots…”

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Fifteen years passed by in a blink.

Sakura’s family had packed up and moved away within a year, leaving the bustling village behind for a quieter life in the countryside. She grew up helping her father farm crops for a living, and finally she decided she wanted to move back to Konoha to start her own life anew. Her father had been sad, but her mother encouraged her independence.

So now here she was, twenty and staring at the old family home she’d lived in growing up. Miraculously the couple who’d been living in it were eager to sell it to her for a good price. After a week getting set up in the new place and securing a job as an intern at the local hospital, she decided to take a walk around the town for old time’s sake.

It had sure grown since she left. Her old family friends had all grown and led their own lives, the few friends she’d made she hardly recognized, and her old bullies had all left the village years before. Despite the new buildings and urbanized areas, the forest she’d played in so many times before had remained the same.

Before she knew it she was crawling through that same bush (now overgrown and flowering in the summer weather), and the sunny skies above vanished in the canopy of thick branches and leaves.

Sakura took in a breath. It still smelled of dampness and fresh oak. With a content sigh, she began her walk.

“The memories,” she mused to herself as she trailed her fingertips along the trunk of a certain tree. This one had some irregular notches carved into its side, along with the words “Summer 19XX” written below them. That was the summer she and Sasuke had marked their heights and promised to be friends forever, she realized with a forlorn smile. That was also the summer when her father told her they'd be moving away by autumn, forcing her to leave her new best friend behind.

So lost in her own thoughts was she that she hardly registered the soft crunching of footsteps behind her.

As she looked around, she started to realize that the chirping of birds was gone, as well as the buzzing of cicadas. With a frown, she turned.

“Sakura,” a deep voice greeted her, and she jumped as she spotted a young man with longer hair standing beside a tree.

Her eyes widened. Though time had matured them both, she knew those dark eyes and handsome features when she saw them.

“Sasuke,” she breathed, rushing to hug him. “Sasuke, it’s been- such a long time, look at you! Look at your hair! You’re all grown up!”

He caught her easily, holding her at arm’s length to study her. With a soft chuckle, he responded, “So have you. You’re almost to my chin now.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulled him in for a hug. He still smelled like smoke and pine, and his touch was warm as the rays of the sun as he hugged back.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long,” she murmured into his shoulder before pulling away.

“It was lonely without you.” With a frown, he cupped a hand to her cheek and leaned in to search her face. “You finally got away from your parents?”

There was a delightful shiver that went up her spine at the intensity of his eyes. “I decided that the agricultural life wasn’t for me.”

He made a noise of agreement before letting go, taking her hand instead.

“Many things have changed since you moved,” he commented as they walked through the trees. “Konoha isn’t the small village you remember. Now it’s a city.”

“I’ve noticed,” she mused, squeezing his hand in hers. “Yet this forest has stayed the same. I wonder why…?”

“Well, that might be because of me.”

Raising a brow, she turned to look at him.

“I begged my father to keep them from bulldozing our forest when I was young. Somehow he got the council to agree to leave it - I still don’t know how he managed, yet here we are.” He shrugged and met her eyes. “I didn’t want you to come back to an empty lot.”

Her heart warmed at the soft smile pulling at his mouth, and her cheeks flushed pink. “Well I’m glad you got to keep it the same,” she responded.

“Me too.” Squeezing her hand, he stopped beside a tree. Sasuke turned with a mischievous gleam in his visible eye. “Hey, why don’t we play again? Like we did when we were children?”

#sasusaku month 2023 #sasusaku #meet cute #childhood friends #fae #fae sasuke

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heronwritingx · 1 year ago

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chapter 7 snippet

whoops i brought this back, pls enjoy.

Heather shoved open the door to the small study room in the school library, where Courtney was waiting for her. She was tapping away furiously at her laptop, editing hers and Heather’s speeches repeatedly to the point Heather was sure she was going to lose her marbles. Courtney was so hyper focused Heather doubted she even noticed her walk in, so she knew she had to make a bit more of a scene.

They had hardly spoken in a week and a half, and their first debate as a pair was coming quickly. Heather either ignored Courtney’s requests and demands to meet to work on their speeches, or she had an excuse for why she couldn’t meet her. Courtney couldn’t work out why, she assumed Heather didn’t remember the night of the party and was choosing to block the memory herself.

“You called me here and you’re just going to ignore me?” Heather snapped.

“Haven’t you been doing that all week?” Courtney retorted, not missing a beat.

She dropped the lid of her laptop and glared at the taller girl, who shot an equally as harsh glare back at her. Heather huffed and took a seat across from her, pushing it back so it would be difficult to complete any work at the desk and crossing her legs. Courtney watched as she pulled her phone from her bag and tapped away, clearly more focused on that then Courtney.

They sat in silence for over five minutes, Heather texting away with a slight smile on her lips while Courtney tapped away writing their speeches. Each and every little noise that escaped the girl in front of her lips pissed Courtney off. The slight huffs, the short giggles, it was as if she was doing it on purpose!

“Are you here to help or are you just going to sit there?” Courtney questioned.

“You haven’t told me what we’re even doing here,” Heather rolled her eyes, “Don’t get all psycho Courtney on me.”

“I’m writing your speech! I have no idea how you were ever beating me, did you do a single thing?!” Courtney snapped back, raising her voice.

“Not really,” Heather glanced at her nails, this time purposefully trying to frustrate the girl.

Courtney seethed through her teeth but knew she was baiting for a reaction, Heather enjoyed getting a rise out of her. Heather turned her attention back to her phone though now Courtney was regretting ever forcing her to come to the room to help. She should’ve known she wouldn’t help, Heather was truly going to try to win by riding her popularity and the fear she put in people.

“You’re going to read this before Friday, right?” Courtney questioned.

“Obviously,” her even stronger eye roll and sarcastic tone made Courtney fume but she held her tongue.

Courtney begrudgingly had to put her trust in Heather, sending the speech to her via email and contact between them minimal until the first speech and debate on Friday.

Heather was purposefully ignoring her, Courtney knew that much. She didn’t know why, especially after she graciously took care of her when she was far too drunk to even walk. It was frustrating Courtney so much, yet it wasn’t just anger she felt. There was a sinking feeling, something she could understand whenever she checked to see if Heather had responded and she hadn’t. Of course the girl also made sure Courtney could see she’d read her message and that only made it sting more. Courtney was sure, positive even that Heather didn’t remember her actions on the night of the party and Courtney wasn’t going to mention their almost kiss. Why was it still plaguing her so much anyway? It was obvious it meant nothing, it was just another way for Heather to mess with her.

She sighed loudly as she stood backstage, her hands trembling just the slightest as she tried to calm her nerves. This was so important to her, she had to win or else…

“Stop looking like you’re about to cry.” Heather said with a slight sneer, the speech Courtney wrote was written on palm cards in a sparkly pen.

“I’m not!” Courtney snapped back.

#total drama #heathney #tdi #total drama world tour #total drama island #td heather #td courtney

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randomly-a-fan · 1 year ago

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The Deal of the “After” Life-time (Ritual and Finale)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

The night finally came, and Papawise has gotten the robes for everyone who is taking part. Candyman, however, didn’t know how the ritual works; nor does he know that it involves fire. “Wait, you didn’t mention that there’s going to be a bonfire involved.” Candyman freaked out in his own characteristic way. “To bring back a human being who isn’t a demon or is invulnerable, the bonfire is the key to MJ’s freedom.” Papawise explained. “Nope, sorry, I’m not taking part of something that involves fire; I was burned alive a long time ago, well, not again!” Candyman exclaimed. “You can’t turn back now! You already gave up your Reeses’ Wrapper to make ash; if you turn back now, the ritual won’t work, and MJ won’t come back!” Papawise explained in an annoyed tone.

Malon wanted to help Candyman get over his fear, and she knows how. “Candyman, you know how my mommy is terrified of bees? Well, since you liked my mom, and she sees some good in you, she needed to get over her fear of bees a lot better. She got used to your wasps and bees, will it make a difference if you witness fire for just one night?” Malon asked, making him see from MJ’s point-of-view. Candyman sighed and closed his eyes. “I’ve admired your mom for her sweetness in baking, and her personality… I never knew that she was afraid of bees… Yet, she likes my company most times…” Then Candyman approaches the fire pit and looked over at Papawise. “I’ll do it… But not for you, but for my victim.” Candyman proclaimed. Papawise shrugged before he gets the fire started.

Aquarius couldn’t find a sitter for Kandy, so she thought of having Malon take her daughter back to her Cabin and watch over her until the ritual is over. “You think you can handle Kandy for a little bit, while we all summon your mom to come back?” Aquarius asked to be sure. “Of course, it’s no trouble; I’ll keep Kandy distracted by putting on the Winnie the Pooh Series.” Malon said excitedly while carrying Kandy back to her house; Kandy wasn’t into Disney to the slightest, so she’d try to squirm out and escape, but Malon is too strong and wouldn’t let her loose.

***

Dream Realm

MJ has been awfully quiet; all she did the whole time is sit on her bed. Her autism symptoms are also affective, she’s been shaky and is starting to kick her legs. Freddy came in after seeing that MJ is being more ‘active’. “Nice to see you’re gaining more composure…” Freddy sat next to her on the bed, which made MJ whimper and scooched further away from him. She screamed after she was being grabbed by the shoulders with Freddy on the other side of the bed. ‘How did he do that?’. If MJ wasn’t affected by the poison water, she would’ve prepared herself for Freddy’s unexpected phenomenon, and his ways of speech, but now, MJ is like a frightened, confused puppy. “Hm… I guess the water has made your ASD worse… No matter; I know that you wanted to be free from this hell I’ve literally put you in, so, I thought we make an arrangement.” Freddy suggested.

MJ wasn’t paying attention to Freddy, but she is still listening, but Freddy didn’t know that autistic people can constantly be distracted. “Hey, you have to listen…” Freddy laid a hand on her cheek to make her look at him, but then she turned back to where she was looking. “What the fuck are you looking at? LOOK AT ME.” MJ flinched by Freddy’s tone that she started to whimper and tear up. “Just listen to my proposition, okay?” MJ nodded nervously while wiping the tears away. “Once I take you back to the real world, you will do my bidding, and remind everyone that I still exist, that way, I’ll be more powerful again. Am I being clear for you, my dear?” Freddy asked. MJ was feeling hesitant; can she trust him? Something in her head tells her to not to, but what will happen if she refuses? Will he hurt her? “If you say ‘no’, there’s no leaving this boiler room.” Freddy warned. He assumes that pressuring her will make her answer quickly and say ‘yes’. But after Freddy finished talking, she stares back to where she was staring before. “NO… ANSWER THE QUESTION YOU BITCH.” Freddy roared. MJ got so frightened that she ran out of her room to get away. “You can’t run from Freddy; This is my world, and there’s no escaping Freddy!” Freddy yelled out as he gets up to look for MJ.

Real World

Papawise got the fire started, and he got the moonlight shine down upon them. “Alright, now just remember, when MJ appears and you see her on fire, DON’T touch her; otherwise, she’ll feel the burning flames and cause some possible death. Once she’s free, I’ll restore her memory.” Papawise announced. “But what if ‘you-know-who’ comes out?” Aquarius asked. “I’m afraid you’re not going to like it; to keep Fred—uh, I mean… You-know-who from roaming the real world again, one of us has to take MJ’s place, or… Which may not happen, she has to fight him off into the fire, in order for her to be free without needing one of us to sacrifice for her.” Papawise answered.

So, after explaining the warnings and the rules, Papawise started saying the ritual while sprinkling the ashes into the flames, where the fire changes its colours and causes the flames to rise. “Now we shall… Revive the innocent soul of ours; MJ Voorhees…” Papawise praised.

Meanwhile in the Dream Realm

“Come out, come out, wherever you are… I see you…” Freddy called out in a spine-chilling accent. MJ was tearing up while hiding in one of the lockers in fear. That is until, she saw the light-of-passage, and she was being lifted out of the hell she was in, just as the moment Freddy barged open the door, and that he saw MJ disappeared. However, he has a way up, and he knows that MJ will not survive a few seconds in the real world.

Back to the Real World

When everyone saw the fiery figure coming out from the bonfire, Jason nearly teared up, he just wanted to hug her and kiss her, but he knew he can’t just yet; especially when he isn’t sure if she’s even comfortable around him at this time. As the flames faded away, she was standing still while looking around, unaware that she was naked. Of course, Papawise was aware that she’ll come out naked, like all revivors do when coming out from the flames.

But as she was focusing on the hockey-masked figure in front of her, she panicked while trying to back away. “Don’t let her back into the fire, or she’ll burn to death!” Papawise shouted. Before anyone could save her, out comes Freddy. “SURPRISE.” Freddy shouted with a laugh. “I believe this one here… Is mine.” Freddy said as he grabbed hold of MJ by the neck, as he was suffocating her. Jason was going to wrack Freddy until MJ bravely bit him by the arm hard. “OW… You bitch!” Freddy was going to smite MJ with his glove until The Candyman charged at him. “Don’t you dare lay a butter knife on MY victim!” Because of that move, Not only was Freddy being dragged back to the Dream Realm, but The Candyman sacrificed his own life… By choice. “NOOO, SHE WAS MINE, MINE!” Freddy screamed before the fire burned out. Aquarius cried to see The Candyman gone. “He… He gave up his freedom… for MJ… Despite the fact…” Pennywise rested Aquarius’ head onto his shoulder for her to cry on. “Despite the fact that he was afraid of fire… I know…” Pennywise finished the sentence for her, while rubbing her back.

***

After everyone cooled down, MJ was huddled into a ball in fright, she still can’t remember anything. That is until Papawise came in on the act, like he promised. “Once I restore your memory… You’ll know who your friends were… And who your family was…” Papawise said to MJ. What Papawise didn’t mention to anyone, is that restoring MJ’s memory, also weakens him. Honestly to him, he’s got nothing to live for, with Aquarius not allowing him to see his grand-clown-kids, or letting them see him. He can’t hunt as good as he used to. He’s finished. The Grays were shocked when they saw Papawise collapse on the ground while heaving and gasping for air. “Papawise, what’s happened to you?” Pennywise asked.

Jason didn’t care what was going on with Papawise, right now, he only cared about his wife. When MJ reopened her eyes, she gasped in surprise and quickly wrapped her arms around her lover. But once the hug departed, she just realized that she’s naked, she would have screamed, but she’s still a mute. Jason took off his robe and put it on his wife to hide her ‘dignity’. Jason then looked over at Papawise, asking why MJ can’t talk. “I’m afraid I’m unable to restore her voice, all I can do is restore her memory… On the plus side, at least she’s here, and that she’s with the man she loved.” Papawise explained. Jason nodded before carrying his wife back to the cabin. “We better get back to the cabin too, to fetch our daughter.” Aquarius explained, as she was thinking about Malon with their daughter Kandy. “You go, I’m carrying Papawise back to the car.” Pennywise said, before he picked Papawise up bridal-style. “You know, this is pretty ironic, you carrying me like I’m some damsel-in-distress, which I am at this moment.” Papawise chuckled. “Shut it, you’re very heavy!” Pennywise groaned. “Sorry… Must’ve eaten too many overeating teens.” Papawise admits.

***

When Aquarius opened the door for Jason with MJ in his arms, she noticed that Kandy was wide awake watching ‘The Black Cauldron’, instead of the ‘Winnie the Pooh Series’ like Malon said she would. Malon has been hiding her face under the pillow the whole time, being afraid of the villain of the movie. “Kandy made you watch a scary movie did she?” Aquarius asked with a smirk. “Uh huh… She keeps screaming over the ‘Winnie the Pooh Series’, so I made her choose… And now… Could you possibly shut the movie off? Now that you’re going home with Kandy.” Malon explained then asked while shaking. Aquarius laughed before shutting the movie off for her. “Alright you naughty girl, time to go home and get ready for bed.” Aquarius said to Kandy.

Before the two head out, Kandy sensed MJ’s inability to speak, so she quickly squirmed to reach for MJ. “You wanted to say goodnight? Well, okay then.” Aquarius approaches Kandy towards MJ, expecting her to give her a kiss, but instead, she laid her hand on her forehead as her eyes glow blue. Once that’s done, she was expecting for MJ to speak when she wakes up. “Goodnight Jason, goodnight Malon… And goodnight to you MJ.” Aquarius said as she rubbed her head gently.

After Aquarius left, Malon got up to see her mom. “Is mommy okay? I know how much she’s been suffering.” Malon asked while tearing up. Jason just gave his daughter a blank stare before carrying his wife to their room to lay her down to rest. Jason was unaware of Kandy’s secret power to heal, so he’s still heartbroken, including Malon, after he have explained to her that she will never talk again. The first thing Jason did is that he gives her a big hug, and then escorted her to bed, but not her bed; he wanted Malon to sleep with her mom just to snuggle, while he takes the couch; since he’s too big and heavy for Malon’s little bed, and that it can break from his weight.

***

In the middle of the night, MJ heard a faint noise of Malon crying in her sleep, saying her mom’s name over and over as she was tearing up in her sleep. MJ can see that Malon was very upset over what has happened to her before. “It’s okay baby… It’s okay, mommy’s here… Mommy’s here…” MJ spoke in a soft tone, which was actually her first time she spoke since the Dream Realm experience. MJ’s mind went back to Jason, so she decided to get up and check on her husband.

She saw that Jason was just sitting up on the sofa, when he’s supposed to be sleeping at this point. MJ carefully approaches her lover when she came from behind the couch. “Hey… Sweetie…” MJ whispered. Jason jolted when he heard a familiar voice. He can not believe that his wife just spoke, he got up and removed his mask, so he can hug and kiss her. Poor Jason was in a crying mess, so MJ rubbed her husband’s back to comfort him. “I know Jay, I know… I didn’t think I could talk again either… I’m sorry for what I’ve put everyone through…” Jason shuts her up with a passionate kiss, wanting her to not blame herself. MJ took the hint and decided to not dwell on it anymore, what’s important is that she’s back and everyone is happy. “I love you Jay…” MJ said as she teared up. Jason kissed her eye that had a tear in it. They both decided to snuggle on the couch for a while before heading back to bed with Malon, if Malon wasn’t so big, they could’ve slept together as a family of three.

Bonus

It wasn’t a total loss for The Candyman, he’s been giving Freddy Krueger a hard time in the dream realm. The bees were attracted to the heat in the boiler room, and they keep on getting into Freddy’s food. “Damn it Daniel! Get your bees out of here, I’m trying to eat!” Freddy yelled out. “I don’t feel like it… Try asking me later.” The Candyman suggested with a grin. The Shadow Man had to admit that it was pretty funny to see Freddy Krueger so annoyed by this change.

When Freddy was finished with his deeds on killing people in their dreams, he wanted to have a rest, only to have found some bees under the sheets. “DANIEL.” Freddy growled. “That’s it, this is the last straw!” Freddy teleported himself to the real world to talk to his ex-friend, Papawise.

Papawise gets to finally be at home with Pennywise and his family for a time, until he got his strength back. That is, until he received a knock on the window. When Papawise saw that it was Freddy, he was fumed. So, he went out to meet with him with his walker. “What do you want, Crispy? The Grays are asleep!” Papawise asked in an angry tone. “Pops… You gotta help me, Candyman is ruining my life in the Dream Realm; there are bees everywhere, and they are taking most of my soul food, they even took my bed, and you DON’T want to know where I’ve been stung at!” Freddy grieved while looking down; giving Papawise the hint where he got stung. “So… After taking MJ’s soul and try to destroy her, you wanted me to help you, in what cost? Look what your actions did to me, I can’t even walk anymore!” Papawise said in a mad tone as usual. “Compared to you, I’m like a normal human-being, thanks to you.” Papawise added. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s all in good fun. I tell you what, I’ll give you back your strength, if you help me deal with The Candyman.” Freddy offered. “Well… I suppose I could give you a hand, but FIRST… My strength…” Papawise requested. Freddy rolled his eyes before regaining his strength. “There, now you’re yourself again, now what do you suppose we do about Bee-Man?” Freddy asked.

Papawise chuckled. “I’m not going to deal with The Candyman… You will… Just let him loose, then he’ll be out of your hair, wherever you still have any… WAH HAH WAH HAH—” “Okay, okay STOP. But if I just free him, all my work will be for nothing!” Freddy complained. Papawise wrapped his arm around Freddy to make his own offer. “Hey, Crusty Fred, how about you just let The Candyman go, then I’ll give you the privilege to roam the real world again? The only condition is that you go back to your usual hometown in Springwood; your powers are only good there, doing your deeds here will only weaken you, which will make you useless. Fair enough?” Papawise said as he took out his arm. Freddy still hated Papawise, but he wanted to roam again, so he decided to shake on it.

***

Once The Candyman was free, he went over to The Voorhees place to go to their bathroom mirror. When Jason saw The Candyman, he decided to see him while his two girls were still asleep. Jason wanted to know how he was free, but The Candyman just wanted to go to the bathroom to return to his world. “I drove the demon mad, so I’m free to be on my way. So, if you excuse me…” The Candyman walked passed Jason, with him following. “Oh… One more thing, tell MJ, that what ever she put herself in to, I’m able to help her while I can. Tell her that.” The Candyman requested. Jason only tilted his head in confusion, but his head tilt is the answer that The Candyman will take, before he heads for home.

When The Candyman is gone, Jason decided to make his family a hearty breakfast, just how his wife will love it, and his daughter too, only, not so hearty, but with more love in his style of cooking.

The End

#Friday the 13th #A Nightmare on Elm Street #IT #IT Chapter 2 #The Candyman #Daniel Robitaille #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #1990 IT #Papawise #MJ #Malon #Aquarius #Aquarius the Singing Clown #Kandy #Fandom #Fanfiction

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kariachi · 2 years ago

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Daemon au Couples Retreat scene. Mike and Ruth take a moment to regroup and try to plan.

They dropped the act as soon as the bathroom door shut behind them. Mike slumped against the far wall, and Ruth- feathers puffed and a soft trill going under her breath- jumped into his lap, pressing herself against his torso. At no point had they ever been especially prone to maintaining close contact, they were too bird for it, but this was a special case.

“Tell me you’ve got a proper plan,” Mike said quietly.

“Do you want me to lie?”

“Can you be convincing?” She didn’t respond with anything besides burrowing in closer. He stroked her head, but made no attempt to smooth her feathers. Good, she would’ve hated to have to bite him, and with the way things were looking she would have, other half or no.

Fuck, but she could still feel magic pressing her into place. Not like the one time Gwen had tried it, when it had felt like a burlap sack was weighing her down, but like stones stacked on her back. Legerdomain was, as the book had promised, rampant with magic and energy beyond their dreams, and it was clear that all of it could and did channel through their ‘host’. Their host, who had stood there with a smile as Ruth was pinned, brushing their concern, panic, Mike’s protectiveness off with assurances that it was a ‘safety matter’. That she just had to ‘behave’.

Personally- and after just about seventeen years together she knew Mike felt the same- Ruth believed she’d behaved about as well as could be expected. She’d dare that damn vulture to go from a high octane escape to lain in a strange place with a strange daemon sat beside him and see if he didn’t try to take a few feathers. It wasn’t as if she’d been wrong about the situation either. For a moment it had seemed like maybe this could turn out to be a misunderstanding of some sort, but a hand in her Mike’s hair, chatter about his ‘pretty face’ and her ‘brilliant wings’… well. They hadn’t been born yesterday.

“Do you think they were telling the truth,” Ruth asked, “about how long it’s been?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” came the answer. “Either they’re telling the truth- in which case we’re far cleaner than I can appreciate- or they’re lying, in which case we have the advantage of knowing that.”

“Not much more of an advantage,” she trilled. “We can’t be sure unless we can get third party confirmation, and we wouldn’t even be able to trust that.” Mike groaned under his breath, head falling back against the stone.

“What do you think our odds are if we just go out a window?”

“We don’t know where we are, how the dimension is set up, or how easy or hard it would be to be found.” They had expected, from what they had read, to walk through the door and into a civilization. To be able to charm their way through the rough beginnings of their time there, until they could properly settle in. Waking up captives in an all-but empty castle, the world out the few windows they’d passed seemingly barren, had not been part of the plan. This wasn’t the sort of situation where biting people would help, either. They were already far more interested than she and Mike were comfortable with, and it would take too long to get them fully under their charm and persuasion. Too long, with too many chances for them to figure things out, and too much risk in them doing so.

“We’re going to have to bide our time,” Mike accepted as Ruth was being forced to do the same. “Figure out the exact situation, work our way out from there.” Heaving a sigh, Ruth nodded.

“I’m going to have to let that bastard preen me, aren’t I?” She could take some pride in knowing she’d never sunk that far, but the other daemon gave off every sign he was the type.

“Just for now, darling. Until we can get our hands on a map or something. Then, we’re gone.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

Steeling themselves, the two got back up. Ruth smoothed down her feathers. Mike straightened his shoulders, put on a mask of neutral curiosity. They shared a long look, a scritch of her head, a nip of his fingers, before opening the bathroom door and heading back into the fray.

They weren’t new to this game, after all. Surely, they could handle it…

#fanfic

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backtothestart02 · 6 months ago

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Tastes Like Honey - 3/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: A smut-less chap. I've decided to add plot. Who knew?

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Chapter 3 -

“You’re just lucky that your songbird didn’t peck out your eyes too.”

“She’s not a rebel, Grandma’am. She’s just a girl.”

Grandma’am laughed, amused maybe.

“Trust me, that one hasn’t been a girl in a long time.”

Waves of discomfort washed over Coriolanus as he locked eyes with his grandma’am. As he listened to her talk about what savages the tributes were, how they would use anyone they could, even him. How he needed to use her instead.

But hadn’t that been what they had been doing? She manipulated him into having sex with her, and then he did the same with her?

No, she’d saved him from Reaper killing him in that truck, hadn’t she? Or had it been a ploy all along? Ever since their eyes met at the train station.

She’d had him wrapped around her finger since she sang at the Reaping ceremony. Since she’d stuffed a snake down a girl’s dress. Since she’d yelled into the camera to kiss her ass.

He’d been enchanted. He still was.

And despite what his grandma’am was saying, he knew he couldn’t toss his feelings to the wind so lightly.

Feelings, Coriolanus? You want to fuck her. That’s it.

But was it?

Brushing aside his confusion, he went into his room and started to write up the essay he’d promised Dr. Gaul. Maybe somewhere in his sweaty handwriting, he’d find the answers he was seeking for himself as well.

…

The following day, the tributes and their mentors were led into a room at the Academy. A place where they could discuss strategy before the interviews and arena introduction that evening. The tributes were chained to tables, so they couldn’t escape, naturally. When Lucy Gray looked up and saw Coriolanus approaching, she knew she had to put the seduction away. Maybe for good.

Someone had died.

And not just any someone, a Capitol citizen. A promising youth of tomorrow’s Panem. And by the hands of a tribute, of someone from the districts, painting all of them as villainous to the rest probably.

Lucy Gray didn’t know what was going into Coriolanus’s head, but she knew she had to get rid of the notion that she might be trying to use him to get her to win, at least by her sexual advances. She’d enjoyed the experiences. There was no getting around that. But unless she miraculously won in the games, there’d be no more of that anyway, so what was the point of wasting time trying to seduce each other when it didn’t help her win, and him by default.

She’d heard the peacekeepers talking. Coriolanus wouldn’t just get a pat on the back if she, his tribute, won the games. He’d get money, and a lot of it. She didn’t know why he’d need it if he already lived in the Capitol. He had to be overflowing with money just to live there. But she supposed money was power.

She also realized she didn’t know very much about him at all, if she could even trust him with anything but sexual satisfaction. That was about to change.

“I’m so sorry about your classmate,” she said genuinely.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, and she licked her lips, searching her mind for what would be next most appropriate to say.

“Are you okay?” he asked before she could think of anything else, and she wanted to burst into tears.

Did he care? Truly?

“Wearing my mama’s dress is the only thing keeping me together. It’s like she’s wrapping her arms around me,” she said honestly, letting him peer into her soul.

“My mother she…used to smell like roses. She died in childbirth. I was going to have a little sister.”

“Both your parents gone?” She looked up hesitantly. He nodded. “So, you’re an orphan. Like me.”

“Look-”

“Before you say anything else,” she cut him off. “I just want to say…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” His brows furrowed. “For what?”

“For what happened in the truck on the way to the zoo.” She lowered her voice. “For forcing you to have sex with me.”

He sank back in his seat, then leaned forward, hesitantly placing his hand over hers.

“You didn’t take advantage of me, Lucy Gray. I wanted it.”

“Coriolanus-”

“I was just taken by surprise, that’s all.” He released her. “I mean, I came back a few hours begging to return the favor, didn’t I?”

She met his eyes reluctantly, then nodded.

“But, with the games almost here, I think we should focus more on…keeping you alive…for as long as possible.”

She was taken aback.

“For as long as possible,” she repeated, a tide of anger rising up in her. “You don’t think I can do it,” she said, the realization shocking her somehow even though anyone who looked at her would’ve come to the same conclusion. “You don’t think I can win.”

He pursed his lips before continuing.

“I need you to sing in these interviews tonight.”

“I don’t sing when I’m told. I sing when I have something to say,” she snapped.

He sighed, but was clearly unthwarted.

“My assignment is to make you a spectacle,” he said matter-of-factly, a coldness replacing the warmth that had been there. “If you sing, if you put on a good show, the wealthy in the Capitol may make donations. And if they do, I can send you food and water during the games, to keep you going.”

“For as long as possible?” she snarled.

“Lucy Gray…” He reached for her again, the warmth returning, but this time she did her best to pull away from him.

“Don’t touch me, please.”

Coriolanus recoiled, shocked by her request, by her need for distance from him. But Dean Highbottom had called out to him and Clemmie too, and he knew he’d have to go, and Lucy Gray would have to live with her feelings that had no place lasting as long as they had when she was mere hours from heading into the games the following day.

“I have to go,” he said. “I’ll see you later when we preview the arena together.”

“A guitar,” she ground out as he stood up.

“What?”

“I could sing during the interviews if you got me a guitar.”

He jotted down a note in his little notebook.

“I’ll see that you get one.”

“Coriolanus,” she called when he started walking away. He stopped and turned to her. “You really want to take care of me in that arena? Start by thinking I can actually win.”

He looked at her strangely, as if he was actively considering her suggestion.

But then his dean called to him again, sounding aggravated, so he turned away without another word, and then he was gone.

#snowbaird #snowbaird fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #tastes like honey #chapter 3

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robincantfunction · 3 years ago

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𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐱 ♪

pt.10

series masterlist|main masterlist|taglist

james potter x reader (previously)

sirius black x reader

warnings: swearing, kissing, guiltyjames™, hints to family violence/abuse, mentions of hospitals. gif not mine

summary: james can’t help but feel bad, because she was finally happy - he could see how miserable she was when she was with him.

note: did i specifically look up a 1975 calander to know which was the first friday in june 😭 because it may or may not be important to future songs and therefore chapters- also i’m gonna be honest this correlates to the song minimally, but oh well it’s a pretty title. also sorry for the delay! things have been going on and i had to go to the hospital it was a whole thing, but i’m ok and i’m back and hopefully the next update won’t take this long :)

it was nearing the summer break, and there was a buzz in the air. sirius was a little worried, he was going home. normally he’d stay at school or go with james, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. y/n was also worried, she hated to think about what they might do to him. but he assured her trust if anything went wrong he’d go straight to her, and if he could, he’d owl her everyday. y/n wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but moony had offered her to go with him so she figured that’s probably what’s she would do. she knew she couldn’t be alone, she’d be too anxiety riddled worrying about padfoot. but the more he reassured her, the more she started to believe him.

james was still living in his ‘lily bliss’ but it started to become a lot more normal. things were feeling normal. james was happy, and y/n was happy for him. after her breakdown in the corridors they both felt a film of closure capture them. neither of them forgot what happened, both felt bad about it, but there was finally no malice. the entire group was happy.

the start of june always involved a party in the gryffindor common room. no one knew why, but everyone wanted to go. well, all except sirius and y/n, but james was going to see to it that that would change.

“c’mon, guys! it’s the best party all school year, everyone who knows what’s good for them goes!” he added a pathetic little foot stamp to emphasise his point, it was honesty laughable how much james looked like a tantrum throwing seven year old. sirius shook his head with a small chuckle “exactly, everyone will be going so it will be complete peace outside, for at least an hour, until drunk idiots start piling out.” y/n nodded her head in agreement “so we can hang out by the whomping willow for a little while, and then go back to my dorm, and bonus point, the common room will be empty.”

“you guys are so boring” he let the last word sit on his tongue for longer than necessary, at this point his best bet was to annoy them into going. “if you really want we can go for half an hour before we go back to my dorm?” he contemplated it for a while and then nodded his head. “you guys owe me!” he said as he walked away, pointing at them to make a statement. sirius shook his head “i actually think you owe us!” but his words held no impact when they were met with james laughing hysterically and y/n giggling.

“and what do you think you’re laughing at?” he asked with a raise of his brow, to which she shook her head, physically not being able to let the words escape through her laughter. they were currently in the gryffindor common room, it was late and there weren’t many people about, so it was like music to his ears that all he could hear was her soft laughs slowly grow into obnoxious cackles. and yet still, it was perfect to him. to add fuel to the fire, he started to attack her with tickles, knowing exactly where she was most ticklish. she continued to laugh even more and managed to say something along the lines of “you are an evil man”. by the time they had both calmed down, she had somehow gotten on top of him, there legs absentmindedly curled around each others, trying to lock themselves in the moment. y/n blushed a little, but it was clear to her that sirius didn’t mind, as he guided her head to be laying on his chest before placing a kiss on her head. they’d stayed like that for a while, not even realising how tired they were, until somewhere between there small chats and quiet laughs they both fell asleep.

when it was time to go to the party, y/n was silently freaking out. she didn’t quite know why, but she was fussing about how she looked. like that would matter, it’s just sirius… right?

of course, she was wrong, but she wasn’t going to tell herself that. as she continued to get ready, finishing up her eyeliner, sirius knocked on the door, “come in” she yelled, before grabbing her necklace and struggling to put it on. “need any help, love?” she nodded exasperated, passing him the necklace. “the bloody clasp is stuck, i swear.”

moving her hair out the way, he effortlessly put the necklace on her. “how did you do that?” she asked, he chuckled slightly before kissing her shoulder, then her head, then grabbing her hand to go outside “because, y/n, i’m a genius.”

after their ‘friend date’ they went to the common room, absentmindedly linking arms whilst sirius played with y/n’s fingers. they barely even got into the room before they heard james drunkenly yell “just in time! guys we’re playing spin the bottle!” they both looked uneasy but joined the circle none the less, the only spaced being opposite each other. after a few rounds, it was y/n’s turn, so she took the bottle and gave it a halfhearted spin, hoping that it didn’t land on james. not because james was with lily, the were both playing and it’s not like they were being forced to snog anyone, but because, for some odd reason, she didn’t want sirius to see. and yet, as the bottle slowed down, she was terrified. just as she thought it was going to land on james, it landed on the person next to him. and looking up she realised it was sirius, suddenly she felt nervous. why was she feeling nervous? it’s just sirius, her best friend sirius, sirius who had helped her pick up the pieces, sirius who she sang late night karaoke with, sirius who attempted to make her favourite cake on her birthday (even if he failed massively) sirius who taught her how to do eyeliner, sirius who was just sirius.

after looking in his eyes as he nodded as a confirmation of him being ok with it, she barely even hesitated. she shuffled closer to him then kissed him. it lasted all of about five seconds, but it was much to long for a spin the bottle kiss. neither of them were complaining though, it was slow, it was peaceful, and it was nice. if she wasn’t so focused on sirius, the way his lips felt on hers, the way everything around her seemed to stop, maybe she would have reveled in kissing her ex’s best friend. maybe she’d finally get her revenge.

james couldn’t help but look away, there was something about his ex and his best friend kissing that just didn’t sit right with him. he was over her, heck he was barely even in love with her in the first place, he couldn’t understand why it bothered him so much. he pushed the feelings down, he wasn’t going to ruin their happiness. not again. their relationship had been flawed, granted, more on his side than hers, but both of them made mistakes. both of them were coasting on the other to put in the hard work, both of them were absentmindedly ghosting the other. so why did it hurt that she was kissing someone else?

all whilst this was going through his head, sirius and y/n were over the moon. friday 6th june 1975. a day that was the beginning of everything, even if they didn’t know it yet.

the weeks following the kiss weren’t awkward, they acknowledged the fact that it happened, but they didn’t talk about it. but even a blind man could see the changes there relationship went through, subtle and unspoken things. they would hold hands, when sitting next to eachother they’d be cuddled up, cheek, hair and forehead kisses became a regular thing, and they’re ere both happy. neither felt the need to talk about it, because whatever they were, whatever they felt, it was mutual. and the silent rule was that the first move would be made by y/n, she still needed time, not because she wasn’t over james, but because she was scared. she trusted sirius completely, but it was easy with him, she didn’t want to mess it up by putting a label on it.

the train ride home, a day sirius and y/n were dreading. what if he got hurt? as james watched them say goodbye, he couldn’t help but stare longer than he should have. part of what was running through his head was ‘why didn’t he just listen to moony?’ he had warned him sirius liked her, and if he had made his move that night y/n wouldn’t have went through so much pain. but then the other part of him was screaming ‘that could have still been yours if you didn’t fuck it up’. he was just about to turn away, to look back at lily, who was staying at his for the summer, so they could find his parents when he saw them kiss.

plucking up all the courage she had, y/n kissed him, and he instantly kissed back. it was the first kiss since the game of spin the bottle, and god, did he miss the way her lips felt on his. before things got too heated in front of a bunch of random families, they pulled away smiling. “i really like you, siri” he smiled at her, pecking her lips once more “i really like you too, y/n/n” before they could kiss again, she was being ushered by remus and his family, since she was staying with them for the summer. before they were out of each other’s like of sight, he yelled “girlfriend?” she nodded and replied “boyfriend.” just as she was about to turn fully away, she faced him and spoke loud enough for him to hear “stay safe, owl me as much as you can, but if it will get you in trouble don’t even think about it”

spending the summer with remus was so far so good, but she always has a worry in the back of her mind. was sirius ok? he hadn’t sent her a letter yet, so either he’s really not good, or he can’t do it without being caught. but every time she was alone her mind would wander to the ‘what ifs’. what if he was in danger? what if he gets seriously hurt? what if she could have stopped it? what if she could have just convinced him not to go?

on one of the many occasions she caught herself doing this, a knock on the door shook her out of it. currently the lupin’s were at the shops, so she forced herself to get up and open the door. “james?! what ar-“ he quickly cut her off “it’s sirius, he showed up at my house really hurt, he’s currently at st. mungos getting fixed up, he wants to see you” he rushed out as quickly as he could. y/n nodded quickly, and turned back to the kitchen “what are you doing?” she shook him off, trying to find a piece of paper, once she did she looked up at him quickly. “letting the lupin’s know where i’ve gone. don’t need them stressing aswell”

once they arrived she couldn’t stop the tears that were forcing their way out of her eyes, she hated seeing him laying there so helplessly. she didn’t realise he was awake until she grabbed his hand, he looked up at her with a slight smile. “how y’feelin’? she spoke but it came out more of a whisper. “better now that your here.” she giggled and let her thumb gently rub circles against the back of his hand “you’re so cheesy” he smiled at her. she leant down and kissed his forehead. “i’m glad your ok, all things considered.”

as they continued to converse james couldn’t look away, now matter how much he wanted to. he couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt creeping up his spine. he caused her months of pain and for what? so he could get the girl that never even willingly looked in his direction before.

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infinitefandomimagines · 4 years ago

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Scarred - Zuko x Reader

WARNINGS: ARGUING, BURN SCARS, ANGST

REQUEST: zuko x reader where the reader is the last one to forgive zuko at the western air temple bc he accidentally hurt her in the crystal catacombs and than zuko goes to her tent, begging for forgiveness and she shows him the scar he gave her and it’s super fluffy:33

"Y/N. . . what do you say?" All eyes landed on you, waiting for your response to Aang's question. However, there was only one pair of eyes in particular you glared back at; and if looks could kill, the recently renounced Fire Nation prince in front of you would've surely met his demise right then. But Zuko knew how to hold himself in front of those who wanted to intimidate him. If there was anything his father taught him, it was that much.

Despite your fiery stare and previous threats from the first time he pleaded for forgiveness that you'd "knock him on his ass" if he ever came near you again, he kept his composure. There was no doubt in his mind you'd stay true to that warning, which is why he made sure to keep enough distance between the two of you.

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, so far Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Toph had agreed to let him join the team, albeit some more hesitantly than others. If everyone else found it in their hearts to forgive and forget, surely you could as well. Wrong.

"No."

You saw the last bit of hope fizzle from his eyes as defeat weighed down on him, causing his shoulders to sink and his head to drop. "I know you don't trust me, I don't blame you. I've done horrible things, hurt you and your friends-"

"You can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain you've caused me!" Your words held a venomous sting, yet your tone was strained, calm almost.

"Y/N," Katara stepped up behind you, her voice was soft. You could barely feel the hand she'd placed on your left shoulder, thick and itchy bandages blocking her attempt at comfort. "I don't like it either, but Aang needs to learn fire bending."

"I really believe he's changed, give him a chance to-"

You cut Aang off, finally breaking your gaze from Zuko to face the young monk. "He's already had too many chances!"

No one could admit that you were wrong, not even Zuko. Because every time he'd faught against your little group of rag-tag heroes, you'd given him a chance. Even while the rest of team avatar faught the exiled prince, you never threw a single blow that wasn't defensive or to save your friends. Instead, you'd offer him a chance to join the right side. Of course, he never accepted, but you saw the benefits of your kindness when he'd began to show a sense of mercy against you. There was something in your head telling you he was more than just a villain.

But that mindset changed when you and the gang faught against him and his sister in the crystal catacombs. When Aang almost died. When he chose the Fire Nation's side. When he'd made sure to leave you a permanent reminder of that day.

After a few moments of tense silence, you let out an impatience scoff. "Leave, Zuko. I gave you my answer, the least you can do is respect it."

Reluctantly, he nodded, mumbling out an apology before turning on his heels. He only got in a few steps before Aang interjected.

"Zuko, stop."

He did, glancing over his shoulder, ready to hear what Aang had to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but Zuko is staying. I need need to learn fire bending and he's my only option. I really believe he's changed for the better."

"You don't have to forgive him, but Aang's right, we need him," Sokka added in, to which Toph agreed.

You took in their words, it was obvious they weren't up for debate. You hated that they were right, you all did need Zuko, no matter your current opinion on him.

"Fine," you sighed, looking at Zuko, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "But stay away from me."

Over the next few days, Zuko had somehow managed to gain the complete and utter trust of everyone, even Katara. Everyone except you. Then again, you hadn't had your "life changing field trip with Zuko" that made everyone seemingly forget about everything he'd ever done to them. Field trip or not, earning your trust wasn't going to be that easy. You didn't care how many times he made everybody tea and told cringey jokes.

"Where did you learn to make so many different types of tea?" Aang inquired, causing everyone to look at Zuko, wanting to hear his answer.

Zuko returned to his seat around the fire between Toph and Aang, finally finished handing out small cups of tea. "My uncle, it's his favorite thing to make, he even owned a tea shop at one point."

"You mean the one you betrayed," you deadpanned coldly. You flicked your eyes up from the warm cup of tea in your hands to Zuko, wanting to see his reaction.

His smile faultered, and katara shot a disapproving look at you. For a second you felt guilty, maybe that was too far. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment, but soon another emotion took over his features. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and sat up straighter.

"Yeah. That one." His tone was one of poorly restrained bitterness, you'd definitely struck a nerve.

You hummed in response, refusing to break eye contact with him, like you were challenging him to say something equally as cold, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he took a deep breath, just like his uncle taught him.

"I don't get it," He asked, frustrated and fed up with your snarky comments and side eyes. "Everyone else trusts me, why can't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

Katara could feel the tension and awkwardness of the impending argument hanging over everyone. This wasn't the time nor place to be having this conversation.

"I think now would be a good time for another healing session," she interjected, giving you a look that informed you she wasn't exactly asking. With a frustrated huff, you stood up and made your way to your tent, not even waiting for Katara to follow.

You plopped down onto your sleeping bag, sitting with your left side towards the opening.

Katara was there in a few minutes, holding a medium sized bowl of water in her hands. She gently set it down on the ground, taking a seat on your sleeping bag as well, facing your left side.

You tugged your left sleeve down so you could free it. With your shoulder now exposed, she carefully removed the bandages that covered your shoulder and the side of your neck, revealing the red and scarred skin hidden underneath.

"How does it look?" You asked, attempting to ignore the itchy feeling of the fresh air hitting your wound.

"It's healing, slowly" she answered as she conjured the water from the bowl and molded it with her hands. She purified the liquid, causing it it glow. Slowly, she lowered it until the cool water molded over your injured skin. You clenched your teeth and whimpered at the sudden sting the contact made, but then Katara started making circular motions with her hands, beginning the healing process. The stinging pain soon morphed into a comforting cold and relieving sensation.

Katara had done this for you and Aang multiple times since the gang escaped from that wretched crystal catacomb. As much progress as your skin had made in healing, you couldn't seem to wipe the painful memories of how you'd recieved such a wound from your mind. You could remember the events so vividly it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

You were stalling, Zuko and Azula knew that, yet they didn't seem to mind. If anything, Azula enjoyed watching you struggle to give your friends more time. You needed to stall them long enough for Aang to fully enter the avatar state, that's all.

"Come on, Zuko, you know what needs to be done!" Azula coaxed.

"No! You still have a chance Zuko, you can still make this right!" You could see the conflict rising in him as you and Azula tugged at his morals.

There was a moment, a single second where his emotions betrayed him, where you could see how badly he wanted to go with you and the gang. But it was gone just as fast as it came.

"I will kill the avatar and restore my honor, as well as my rightful place beside my father!" He launched into action, sending overpowering blows your way.

He kept you distracted and unable to help your friends long enough for Azula to strike down Aang. Your head snapped towards Katara's screams and you saw him laying there, completely unconscious.

You were distracted, and Zuko impulsively took advantage, sending a blast of orange and red flames towards you.

In all honesty, he expected you to dodge it, you always did without fail. But this time you were too distracted, too concerned with Aang, and he caught you completely off guard. You didn't even realize you were being attacked until the flames painfully scorched your skin.

You let out a horrifying scream as you crumbled to your knees, your shaky hand hovering over your left shoulder as you tried to control your instinct to grab it, knowing it would only hurt worse. You clenched your teeth together, biting back tears as you whipped your head around go see Zuko.

He looked shocked, remorseful even, but that didn't stop anger from edging its way into your glare.

You shuddered at the memory and tried to shake it from your head completely.

"You're all done," Katara said, maneuvering the water back into the bowl. A dull ache returned to your wound, but it felt significantly better than before.

"Thanks, Katara," you mumbled.

"Do you need help rewrapping the bandages?"

You shook your head, preferring to be alone and do the difficult task by yourself. Katara seemed to understand, because she didn't push the issue like she usually would. Instead, she left you with a few words.

"What you said was too far tonight, you should really apologize to Zuko, he is trying you know?"

She didn't wait for a response, not that you planned on giving much of one anyway, but soon you were alone, relishing in the peaceful silence.

But your silence didn't last long, just a few minutes after Katara left there was a whispering voice just outside your tent. It was unmistakable who'd come to visit you, and with great reluctance did you let him in.

"What do you want?" you asked, annoyance filling your voice. You refused to make eye contact with the boy, opting to stare at the mess of tangled bandages in your hands.

Your question was met with silence, that only seemed to worsen your mood. Really? He invades your tent just to ignore your one question? This guy was just unbelievable!

You could feel yourself loosing your temperature once again. "I said, what do you-" Your head snapped up at Zuko, ready to tell him off. But you froze when you saw his gaze, and how it held your figure. His jaw was slack, and his eyes swam as tears pooled at his lash-line. But his eyes never met yours. No, his focus was completely on the uncovered scar that graced your left side.

Your shoulder had taken most of the impact, just shy of being completely colored with a dull red scar. But the wound didn't stop there, covering a decent portion of your shoulder blade. The red marking also stretched up in a jagged stripe, narrowing to a point on the side of your neck, just barely marking your cheek.

You hated how you shuddered under his gaze, and had to look away. Your fingers moving faster as your tried to unravel the tangled bandage. You wanted to cover the burned area as soon as possible.

"I- I did that." It wasn't a question. He spoke purely in matter-of-fact statements, he knew exactly where you'd received your mark from.

"Yeah." You said sharply, picking up the bandage and moving to re-wrap the large wound.

"I . . . I am so sorry-"

"You've said."

Re-wrapping the affected area was proving to be more difficult than you'd thought, especially in your heightened state or frustration. Usually Katara did this part, and you were starting to regret sending her away.

"Please, let me help you," Zuko pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp at the bandage in your grip. You immediately flinched away from him, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through your left side.

"Stay away from me!" You bit at him.

Zuko immediately pulled his hand back from you, as if he'd burned you unintentionally for a second time. "I'm sorry," he impulsively spilled out.

"Would you stop saying that? Stop apologizing, nothing is going to make me- ow!" Your own pain cut your sentence short, the sharp pain returning, sending another shock wave up your side at your frustrated movements.

"I'm so- just, please, let me help you and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

You took a moment to think about the offer, and as much as you didn't want his help, the promise for him to leave is what enticed you to agree. So reluctantly, you handed him the bandages and positioned yourself closer to him, allowing Zuko to access your wound and wrap it with ease.

With slow movements, Zuko began wrapping the burned area. His touch was suprisingly gentle, even more so than Katara's, something you hadn't thought possible. But even with his feather-like touch, your skin still twitched as his fingers and the bandages made contact with the more sensitive areas. Zuko muttered out small apologies each time you flinched, despite your earlier message to stop that. Though the skin had begun the early stages of scarring, it was still sensitive.

"Uh, d-did I ever tell you how I got my scar?" Zuko asked suddenly, not even bothering to look up from his task. You knew what he was doing, he'd been doing things like that since he got here, trying to make small talk with you to cover up the awkward tension. You usually never entertained it, but for some reason tonight you felt intrigued by his question.

"No." You answered shortly, trying your best not to show your growing interest. You'd always been curious about the scar.

"My father gave it to me," he stated, oddly calmly. It was almost mindless the way he told the story as he continued to carefully wrap up your injury. Like the memory had become second nature to tell.

"Oh," you whispered out softly, your mind buzzing with a million different ways to respond to him, yet none of them felt right.

"I spoke out of turn during a meeting, over a general. They wanted to sacrifice an entire division of fire nation soldiers to gain the advantage. But I-," He swallowed thickly. ". . . I thought that was wrong so I spoke up."

You nodded ever so slightly, letting out a soft hum, showing that you were still listening and waiting for him to continue. At this point Zuko had finished wrapping the bandages around your burn, allowing you to turn your body to face him fully.

"My father was furious with my disrepect towards the general. He said that the dispute would need to be resolved with an agni kai, and I accepted. And when the day came I thought I'd be fighting the general I interrupted, but then my father walked out, my agni kai was to be against him."

With each word you felt your heart grow heavier and ache for the boy you swore you hated. You were beginning to question whether you genuinely hated him or if what you truly felt was left over betrayal and anger.

"How old were you?" You finally asked the question that had been bouncing around your head since he began the story.

"Thirteen, not long before I was banished."

You felt yourself boil with anger, but for once it wasn't directed towards the boy in front of you. No, you were furious with the Fire Lord. Who could do that to someone? To a child. Zuko must not have noticed the way your jaw clenched and your fists tightened into balls, because he continued the story as if he hadn't just made your heart drop into your stomach with his answer.

"I didn't want to fight my father, I couldn't. But he took my refusal as another sign of disrespect. I begged for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear it. He claimed that I would learn my lesson through suffering. He raised his hand just in front of my face and then he-"

His voice caught in his throat with a crack as he visibly grimaced from the sheer memory of the event. Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, placing yours over top of his much larger one. Now it was his turn to flinch at the sudden contact.

"Zuko, it's okay, you don't have to tell me this, I understand-"

"No! I do! I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you! I need you to know that the last thing I wanted was for you to feel the same pain I did. After what my father did, I never wanted to inflict that on anyone. I knew that pain and yet I still hurt you . . . the one person who actually believed I could change!"

His hands flew into the air as his frustrated yells of regret were lost to the silent night. He then exasperatedly brought his arms back down and dropped his head into the palms of his hands. His body shook as he took in deep breaths, trying his best not to shed any tears. He was just so frustrated with himself.

"I thought you would dodge it," His muffled whimpers poured out. "You always dodged it."

It was then that you realized how cold you'd been to the boy. You were so caught up in your own hurt and anger, only concerned with making him feel as horrible as you had with your hurtful words. Not once had you considered that he was already kicking himself ten times harder for the pain he'd caused you. He really hadn't meant to hurt you.

And that's when you did something unexpected. In an impulsive attempt to comfort him, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in to a hug. His breath hitched, obviously shocked by the gesture, his body going stiff.

"I understand now, I forgive you, Zuko."

At those seven words he melted into your embrace, returning it as he wrapped his arms around your figure. His chin now rested on top of your good shoulder, as he was being extra cautious as to not press on your burns.

"And I'm sorry, for what I said about you and your uncle. He'd be proud of you."

His grip on you tighten, mumbling out a 'thank you,' in the process, finally feeling as though he could fully begin healing from all the wrong he'd done.

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mc-lukanette · 4 years ago

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Hear me out... Scarlet Lady AU, but it’s Lukanette

(takes place after “Captain Hardrock”)

Luka hunched over his guitar, only for another sting of pain to hit his back. He groaned, straightening up instead, but that somehow made the soreness even worse. Juleka chuckled at him from her place on her bed, having long since given up on moving her muscles at all and preferring to laze around.

He shot her a glare, but didn't comment so as to not encourage her. As he'd predicted, they were indeed sore from trying to stop the Liberty yesterday, his arms wordlessly complaining whenever he tried to do anything with them. He didn't regret it, but it'd also made making new songs a hassle, worsened by the fact that he'd very much gotten inspiration courtesy of Marinette.

After trying to ignore the soreness for around ten minutes, he heard a set of footsteps from above deck, from someone who was clearly heading down below. He knew they couldn't have been his mother - the signature "clack" of her boots sounded much different - but it also seemed somewhat familiar.

He realized it a bit too late, just in time for Marinette to get downstairs and pop her head into the room. "Hi!"

He sucked in a breath as subtly as possible, maintaining his poker face as he replied, "Hey."

"Hey," Juleka greeted, rotating her arm just enough to wave and clearly not wanting to put in more effort than that. She didn't even turn her head.

Luka chuckled. "Jule's busy today if you needed her for something."

"Shut up," she hissed. "It was your idea."

"Huh?" Marinette asked, looking back and forth between the two. "Oh! No, I was here to see Luka, actually—not that I'm not happy to see you too, Juleka! Just..." She grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head.

Marinette was there... to see him? Not his sister?

Luka glanced down, confirming that he was still wearing pants and therefore this wasn't a dream about to go horribly wrong.

Juleka's eyes flicked over to the two of them, her head having to actually move to do so. She squinted, like she was analyzing something, then groaned and slammed her hands down on the bed. She pushed herself up, clearly ignoring the way her body protested, then began her walk across the room.

Just before she reached the doorway, she leaned back to make eye contact with Marinette, warning her, "Careful with him. He's creaking like the floorboards."

Luka shot Juleka a glare, but she'd already zipped out of the room before he could blindly grab his pillow to throw at her.

For being so sore, you sure got away quickly, he thought, very much aware that she left because him being mushy with Marinette (also known as "normal and understandable because look at her") was "gross."

Marinette's eyes followed Juleka until the retreating footsteps could be heard moving up deck, then turned back to Luka. "Creaking?"

"Ah—" Well, there went any hope of avoiding that topic. "We used Chat's baton yesterday to stall the ship, but it was hard even with all seven of us. We're all still a little sore from it."

She furrowed a brow, like something had confused her, but then shook her head and replied, "Oh, that really does sound tough! I'm sorry I couldn't be there!"

"It's okay." He smiled reassuringly, remembering what he'd been told before. "You were the one who got Marigold there. She saved us."

Her cheeks turned pink and he vaguely wondered if it was obvious how cute he thought - knew - she was. She ducked her head, then did a small wiggle of her hips before abruptly looking back up at him. "Um—! That's actually what I came to talk you about? I mean—not Marigold—or her saving you—or me and Marigold—but—"

Luka snorted, lightly patting the spot on his bed next to him instead of replying. The familiar gesture caught her attention, her voice trailing off as she slowly made her way over to sit next to him. She toyed with her fringe, seeming to get her words in order, then turned to look at him.

"I never got to thank you," she said. When he tilted his head in confusion, she clarified, "I wouldn't have been able to call Marigold if you hadn't saved me."

He smiled warmly at her. "It was nothing, Marinette."

"No, really, you thought so quick!" she insisted, leaning towards him with her hands flat on the mattress to support herself. "And you stayed behind too to make sure Captain Hardrock was fooled! That was brave of you."

He leaned away, face flushing red as he tried to control the stupid grin on his face. "Thanks. You were really brave too, finding a way out to get Marigold's attention."

He didn't tell her that he purposefully didn't hide with her because the sound of his heartbeat would've given their hiding spot away.

Marinette beamed at him, but seemed to realize how close she'd been leaning and pulled back with a sheepish grin. Luka returned to his original position too, but flinched when his spine rejected the movement with a spike of pain. He let out a mix of a groan and a sigh, Marinette's brows raising in concern.

"I could give you a massage...?"

The headstock of Luka's guitar hit the bed as he jerked his head up, the instrument in his lap forgotten as he stared ahead at Marinette, eyes wide. She was looking back at him with a blank expression, like she hadn't fully realized what she'd said.

Then, it hit her, and he swore he saw her pigtails bounce up in shock as her face shifted to realization.

"I-I just—I mean—!" She flailed her arms at him. "See, my papa always does it for my maman and—when you groaned like that it reminded me of it—so—"

The fact that she'd compared his bones to those of an aging adult went ignored in favor of noticing that she hadn't even tried to take the offer back. His heart pounded like the inside of his body was a brand new drumset, and he could only utter a weak, "Okay," in reply.

She'd still been rambling at the time, but somehow his voice managed to break through. She paused mid-sentence, her mouth still open as she processed his answer. "...Really?"

He merely nodded, not trusting his voice to avoid cracking if he tried to respond.

"Oh. Um, alright, oh..." she mumbled to herself, clearly having not expected to get this far.

Luka felt the bed shift underneath him as Marinette maneuvered herself behind him, at which point it really hit him that she was seriously about to massage him. He leaned forward, mentally preparing himself, though was quickly reminded of the guitar still resting in his lap. He pulled it off and set it where Marinette had originally been sitting, resting his hands in front of himself afterward.

The silence dragged for a moment, and he could sense Marinette's eyes on him, as if she were debating with herself on how to go about massaging him. He opened his mouth to give her an out, but all manner of coherent speech left him as her hands pressed into his back, thin fingers sliding along his shoulders and squeezing. He sucked in a breath, oxygen having a hard time getting into a body already stuffed full of feelings.

It was heaven, and added several sheets worth of music that he desperately needed to write.

"I-is this alright?" she asked. "Am I doing well?"

He tried to reply, but all that left his mouth was a sound that was both inhuman and embarrassing. Pressing one hand into the mattress, he covered his mouth with the other, his face turning red as he briefly debated on living in the drawer underneath his bed in lieu of having a hole to crawl into.

He changed his mind. It was hell. She was doing amazing but that was the problem and it was hell.

Marinette giggled, the sound he made apparently being answer enough for her as she continued massaging him. Her embarrassment had left by that point and he couldn't help being jealous of it, as his own had doubled.

After a few seconds had passed, Marinette spoke up again, "So, ah..."

He wasn't sure if she genuinely had a question or was trying to spare him, but he'd take it either way. "Mm?"

"I was wondering. Since Jagged's your favorite singer, what do you think of XY?"

He let out another sound, less involuntary than the last at least, though it was still too high-pitched to make anyone believe that he wasn't affected by Marinette's motions. He cleared his throat, making sure he sounded as normal as possible before answering, "The flaws in his music stick out like his hair."

The hands on his back froze, Marinette snickering and then full-on laughing. "Oh, you think so too?"

He grinned like the fool he was, tempted to look back at her but feeling like it'd be rude. "Yeah. I can't stand his music."

"Me neither. It's so... bland and uninspired."

The mental image of them drop-kicking XY into the Seine together entered his mind, a blissful sigh escaping him just in time for Marinette to restart her massage.

"You're really passionate about music," she observed, almost sounding as if she'd been talking to herself. "It almost makes me wish I played an instrument."

"I can give you lessons," he blurted out, then immediately backpedaled with an, "if you want, anyway."

Her tone lightened. "Thanks. I might have to take you up on that. Just... not when I'm so busy."

He shrugged his shoulders, both of which already felt infinitely better under her touch. He could tell she wasn't lying, so he wasn't offended by the hesitance.

As her hands trailed down his back and he tried not to look as if every touch was sending his heart on tour, she hummed thoughtfully, like her body was there but her mind was elsewhere.

"...Hey," she called. He waited, knowing that there was something else, and she continued, "Have you ever... been stuck between songs?"

"Stuck between songs?" he echoed, trying to piece together what she meant.

"Yeah, like—" She made an unsure sound - unfortunately not an embarrassing one like his when she pressed into his lower back - then clarified, "—maybe there are a few songs you like, and it's hard picking your favorite? Or you have some songs you want to write, but don't know which one to go with?"

He got the distinct feeling that she wasn't talking about music, but it was adorable how she worded it in a way relating to his specialty so he could help her. He mulled over the question seriously, the most difficult task just being drawing enough focus away from her movements so he could answer her.

"A few times," he replied. "It all comes down to feeling then. My favorite song or the one I want to write could just be which one I'm curious about."

"What do you mean?"

"Well—" He blushed faintly, completely unaware that his metaphors were syncing with hers. "—a song that I want to know more about; to listen to over and over until I know it intro to outro. A song that makes me want to keep writing." He glanced over his shoulder at her, hoping the eye contact might help carry the meaning along. "I think those are the best kinds."

Her brows were furrowed in thought, as if he'd given her a hard equation that she was struggling to solve. He faced forward again to hide his smile when he noticed the spark of recognition in her eyes, like the metaphor had stuck and he'd actually helped her.

"I think I get it," she confirmed, the massage briefly stopping as she made idle circles on his back; still equally as distracting if he were honest. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "I like this one."

"What one?" he asked obliviously, though she didn't answer the question and pressed into his back again, making him squeak and forget his curiosity altogether.

The conversation ended there, lulling into something peaceful and comfortable. Luka actually found himself relaxing without much embarrassment, though there was still some pink to his face from his newfound crush giving him a massage. He just hoped he could make it through the rest of their time together without her realizing what a mess he was.

Then, as if something had occurred to her, Marinette noted casually, "Oh, I should do your arms next."

Luka's face burned. This girl was going to kill him.

#type: story #story: oneshot #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #((Zoe: *welcomes Lukanette AUs of her AU*))#((me: Say no more.))

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years ago

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Yan Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Beidou & Ningguang / Courting Darling.

Warnings: Stalking, implied blackmail, kidnapping, and gaslighting. Note: this is a bit of an amalgamation from different asks i’ve gotten, put into one thing bc i thirst for these six characters so hard .

Childe:

“What’s life without a little adventure? You can stand to miss work for a day or two, it’ll still be there waiting for you when we get back. People have even gone so far as to say I’m an absolute joy to be around. You want to know who said that? Sorry, that source is staying a secret.”

Childe is an erratic whirlwind of highs and lows. You never know what to expect from him, and he likes it that way, always keeping you on your toes. He doesn’t bother with having his friendliness appear genuine. If you want to doubt his goodwill, then so be it, he won’t stop you. It just makes it all the more interesting to keep you around should you be wary of his presence.

He doesn’t care for the traditional conventions surrounding romance. It isn’t his thing, and he’s used to being considered the odd one out of every crowd, so why stop now? Childe doesn’t tone down any aspects of his bloodthirsty personality in your presence. It’s difficult to tell how serious he’s being since most of it takes the form of jokes or other lighthearted jests. In his mind, the fact he’s even spending so much time with you should make it obvious he’s interested. Whether that’s good or not.

You’re going to be dragged all over the place. Childe’s stamina is seemingly an infinite well, as he takes you from activity to activity. By the end of the day, you’ll be exhausted. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take no for an answer, weaseling his way into your schedule despite your protests. Childe is particularly fond of getting into situations where a fight is inevitable, purposefully taking you to areas with monsters to show off his combat prowess.

“Did you get a look at that, [First]? Aha, I haven’t had this much fun in ages! You already want to head back? Hm, I don’t know, the night is still young. Stop dragging your feet or I might just have to carry you. Not that I’m complaining, should that be the outcome. It’s up to you. Oh! Now that’s the spirit! I’ll try not to be hurt by how fast you’re moving now.”

Diluc:

“Ah, [First], I take it you’re doing well. I couldn’t help but notice you eyeing this book at the market earlier. I’ve had a copy of it for ages, but with how busy things are, rarely do I have time to read. I’d be appreciative should you accept this and give it a better home.”

Diluc is self-assured in many areas of his life, romance is not one of them. He knows how to carry himself in the company of businessmen, staying polite and vigilant, but this rigid method doesn’t work in his favor when it comes to wooing you. To soften the blow on his side, Diluc tells himself that it was never about a relationship anyway. That his main priority was and will always be to ensure your safety. He tells himself this, but... isn’t sure if he really believes it.

He’s a perfect example of pining from afar. Subconsciously, he’ll drift towards areas you tend to linger around, hoping to spot you amidst the bustling crowds. Each time he tells himself that this’ll finally be the time he approaches you. The opportunity is set before him, waiting to be taken advantage of, but he rarely follows through with his desire.

It frustrates Diluc to no end how easily others flock to you. He’ll stand there, still as a statue, eyes boring into whatever pest currently holds your attention. This would be the push to finally send him your way. It’s a surprise to you both when Mondstadt’s wine tycoon materializes by your side, politely asking to speak in private. Truth be told, he just can’t stand the thought of another person holding your attention that isn’t him.

“I apologize for my abruptness back there. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about for some time, and well... would you consider having dinner with me tonight? I’d appreciate your company.”

Kaeya:

“It’s a funny thing, really. How we keep bumping into one another like this. Ah... that suspicious expression, it wounds me deep, sweetheart. When did you start looking at me like that, I wonder?”

There’s no doubting Kaeya’s interest in you, from the first time he sauntered over to you and started a conversation. The problem you have is deciding how genuine his advances are. While Kaeya might not be the textbook definition of a heart-wrenching playboy, you’re familiar enough with the many rumors surrounding him to be wary. It doesn’t help that he’ll point this out to you when guessing the source of your apprehension.

His methods are, oddly enough, effective. Kaeya balances the various aspects of seduction with ease. He reveals just enough about himself to draw out your attention, before focusing the conversation back onto you. You’ll never get to stop and realize how little you know about the man sitting in front of you, he makes certain of that.

Kaeya might hide certain aspects of himself, but his dubious morality is never concealed. He has you entirely wrapped around his finger, words validating his actions falling from his lips with the utmost ease; he’s a force to be reckoned with. You’ll start a conversation heated about something you’ve learned, only for it to end wondering why you were ever upset in the first place.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get all riled up over something like this. Don’t you trust me by now? When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? You need to take a look at the bigger picture. Hey, take a seat. I’ll sit here all night explaining to you if it’s necessary.”

→[More underneath the cut].

Zhongli:

“There must be something that I can assist you with. It may not look it, but I’m familiar with many fields of work, even obscure ones. Please allow me to lend a hand.”

Zhongli, despite having been around for many centuries, is somewhat clueless in romantic pursuits. He’s aware of his fondness for you, but doesn’t know what to do with it. This leads him to becoming your shadow for some time. He focuses on what he knows best: observation and processing new information. Your every little movement will be analyzed and tuck into the back of his mind for later usage.

Zhongli’s soft over the idea of you coming to rely on him for everything. He prides himself on his wealth of knowledge and work ethic, believing it a strong appeal, one that he puts on full display when you’re around. It’s not rare for you to overhear neighbors and friends speak highly about Zhongli. They’ll mention in passing how they were having difficulty with something, only for Zhongli to come around and help without asking for anything in return.

This is exactly what he’s been hoping and waiting for. Zhongli has patience and sets himself up to be a desirable partner in your eyes, the efforts from his labor coming into fruition. Before you even speak to him for the first time, you’re likely to think highly of him, having heard all the ways he’s helped people close to you. Now that the stage is properly set, he’s ready to make his interest in you more evident.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, [First]. Oh? You can say the same for me? Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations. I had just been on my way to Yanshang Teahouse, would you care to join me? My treat, of course.”

Beidou:

“You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced a voyage with my crew and I. I’ll set up a nice cabin just for you, how does that sound? Hm? Special treatment? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, lass.”

Beidou’s attention is overwhelming and oftentimes dangerous. Traditional social conventions are nothing but a waste of time for her, meaning that common courtesy is disregarded in favor of always speaking her mind. Which might not be so bad if she wasn’t so amorous. Even the most oblivious person couldn’t miss Beidou’s overt favor towards you.

This reverent display of affection is only exacerbated when she’s drunk, face flushed and an arm swung tightly around your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees, who’s judging, or what gossip will be born from her actions. Beidou makes a point of showing everyone in the vicinity that even if you aren’t officially partners yet, a claim has been staked on you.

Whether it be coercion or some other unsightly method, Beidou is intent on bringing you on her ship at least once. Or that’s how she initially phrased it to you. Imagine your surprise, that when you finally caved so she’d drop the subject, her crew was untying the ropes keeping the boat at port.

“The fun’s just getting started, you haven’t seen anything yet. Don’t get all teary-eyed yet, sweetheart, I know you’ll come around. This’ll be a story sung by sailors for generations to come.”

Ningguang:

“If I’m being honest, not many are given the opportunity to speak to me outside of business-related ventures. I never thought I’d find it this... pleasant. I hope you’ll continue to entertain me as you do now.”

Ningguang starts off her wooing in a subtle, almost coquettish manner. She is confident in her charm and brilliance. Not many have been gifted in the art of conversation to the same extent Ningguang has, her silver tongue paired with quick intellect making it difficult for you to escape. She’ll corner you verbally without you even noticing it.

Ningguang finds amusement in how you stumble over your words, pure of heart and not chained down by special interests. Your forthright but considerate demeanor intoxicates her. She’s used to people cowering in her presence or trying too hard to pursue their goals. You might even earn a rare compliment or two, disguised as politeness, that doesn’t register for hours.

She is a lady of fine taste. The sky’s the limit when it comes to her wealth, which is unrivaled throughout Tevyat, and you’ll be quick to notice this. Ningguang is most partial to sending you traditional Liyue adornments, believing the rich culture behind each piece suits your beauty. She’s also fond of the fact that when you wear her gifts, everyone in the vicinity will know it’s from her, due to its extraordinarily high cost.

“Do you like my latest gift, little dove? It was made custom with you in mind, an unrivaled display of craftmanship, if I may add. Wear this and carry me with you... always.”

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 4 years ago

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PART 1

Your feet dangled down from the stool, elbows on the granite counter when Jeff turned around. “Alright,” he said, lips in a thin smile when he revealed the plate of reheated lasagna that someone dropped off in the last few days. “Smells good.”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed stare. “It looks a little disgusting.”

“It’s vegan, I think.”

“Jesus,” you rolled your eyes. “You start one all natural skincare line and people think you only eat plant-based shit.”

He let out a small laugh, set the plate down and watched as you picked up the fork. One bite--mediocre. Not exactly hot enough, but after all Jeff had done for you the last few days, you didn’t have the heart to demand he put it in for another minute.

“So--do you think it went well?”

You laughed around the food in your mouth, picked up a paper napkin and let your head tilt to the side. “As good as a funeral could be.”

The lights in your kitchen were dim and the sun had already faded behind the trees, the house quiet after people finally filed out. Friends, extended family, strangers you’d never met had flocked to Los Angeles for the funeral of your famous father.

It’d been coming from a mile away. His health declined, an obvious result of the cocaine and the cigarettes and whatever else he’d ingested regularly in the 70s. A heart attack a year ago put him on a fast track to the afterlife, but he always joked that he’d probably end up in hell.

Being in the music industry ruined him, in a way--it ruined your parents’ marriage and it ruined a lot of the relationships your father had. Blow outs and big fights that left him exiled from a lot of social circles, sometimes never speaking to people again after one bad phone call. But it was never like that with Irv.

“Well, I’ve never seen my dad cry so hard,” Jeff smiled. “He really loved him.”

Another bite of the soggy noodles and fake cheese. “I know.”

A comfortable silence, the doors off the kitchen were open, a breeze from the backyard let the southern California warmth blow through the sheer curtains when you sipped at your left over wine.

Jeff was the closest thing you had to a sibling, his family was all you had left at this point. You were tossed in the bathtub with him and his siblings as a baby, shoved into family photos and tagged along for vacations.

Being closest in age to Jeff meant people always hoped it would be the two of you that would end up together. Happily ever after or having babies of your own. But when you saw Jeff wolf down a whole pizza at his bar mitzvah, any hope of a spark between the two of you had been permanently extinguished.

His older sister was the one who told you what it meant to have sex, and after your mom died, his mom helped you pick out a dress for your Sweet Sixteen.

She was the one who talked you off the ledge when you found out you were pregnant only a few years later, she was the one who threw you both baby showers and she was the one who helped you through your divorce only six months earlier.

So now that your dad was gone, too, you wondered where you fit into their family and what your definition of family even was.

Before the thought could cross your mind, the front door was pushed open and the sound of high pitched giggles floated in from the foyer.

CeCe’s tiny voice echoed down the hall. “Uncle Jeff?”

“Is that my CeCe?” He took a few steps forward and she ran straight into his legs, he hoisted her up onto his hip when Maeve rounded the corner with Tristan in tow.

“Hi honey,” you opened an arm so your ten-year-old could fit into the side of you. She leaned her head on her shoulder. “How was ice cream?”

The easiest ploy to get them out of the house while you hosted some kind of awkward afterparty.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But Tristan said that funerals are a selfish attempt by the living to hold on to someone after they’re dead.”

You blinked a few times and looked down at her, shocked by the words and apparently, her ability to understand them. You looked over at Tristan, arched eyebrows to communicate how displeased you were.

His eyes went wide when Jeff choked down a laugh. “I didn’t--I don’t know what you’re talking about Maeve.”

You kissed Maeve on the head. “Well, Tristan is wrong about a lot of things, trust me. But you two should go get ready for bed, it’s been a long day.”

You looked over at him again--younger by two years and easily one of the most important people in your life. You met him only a year after you started your business, he had a knack for brand management and eye for design that you couldn’t pass up. He was way too sarcastic and cynical to be your regular babysitter, but Jeff and his family were basically in the receiving line beside you.

Jeff let CeCe climb down and Maeve took her by the hand as they headed for the kitchen stairs to the second floor, leaving you alone at the island with two of your closest friends.

He waited until he heard the water turn on from their bathroom sink, then whispered in Tristan’s direction. “Great idea to say that to a ten-year-old and a six-year-old after their grandpa dies.”

Tristan rolled his eyes theatrically, “she asked why so many people came and why she’d never met any of them if they loved her grandpa so much.”

“Well, you can expect a bill for their therapy in a few years,” you laughed, forking more lasagna into your mouth.

Tristan made his way over to the fridge and pulled out the glass dish, helping himself to a piece when Jeff took a seat beside you. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine,” you glanced at him sideways, suspicious about any ulterior motive he might have.

“Okay, Y/N,” Jeff laughed, Tristan eyed you from over his shoulder like he didn’t believe you. “Let me try again. How are you feeling emotionally?”

You cleared your throat and swallowed the most recent bite of dinner. “Oh, you mean cause my husband left me six months ago and my dad just died and now I’m a single mom with two fiesty daughters who just inherited a giant house aaaaaand,” you drew out the word for dramatic effect. “I’m a business owner who barely gets any sleep?”

“That’s what I was getting at, yes,” Jeff nodded and fought a smirk.

“I’m alright,” you sighed. “Tired. Kind of freaked out about what the fuck is going on in my life, but, I’ll survive. I always survive."

You knew you would--in fact, you’d been waiting for this moment for the last few weeks. When Jeff’s mom called to tell you your dad needed to be put in hospice, you prepared. You talked to Maeve and CeCe and explained it all in a way they’d understand. His life on earth is over, but we can still talk to him and visit a pretty garden to remember him.

It was a lot to deal with only a few months after your high school sweetheart turned husband admitted he’d been having an affair and moved out, you saw on Facebook that he’d since bought a motorcycle and was spending most of his time at bars along the coast. That whole fiasco was harder to explain to your children.

And now suddenly everyone wanted to make sure you were okay. Frozen dinners, offers to drive your kids to and from their extracurriculars, a lot of attention was suddenly thrust onto you and your family, as if you hadn’t always hated that growing up.

But you knew the time would come when life would settle back down. Cousins and aunts and uncles would fly home, people would stop asking how you were doing post divorce. Dust would settle and the sun would set on this chapter and frankly, it couldn’t happen soon enough.

So here you were, the funeral was over, the dinner in his honor at Jeff’s parents, the media coverage was starting to die down and life could return to normal. Or, at least, a new normal.

Your dad had been a fixture in your life--weekly dinner dates with grandpa gave you a minute to yourself after working long days and answering endless phone calls. A glass of wine on the couch or even dinner with Tristan and Zoey was a nice escape from breaking up fights or figuring out how to reattach the head of a Barbie doll after someone shoved someone into a closet and tears and screaming ensued.

“You will definitely survive,” Jeff nodded.

Tristan came and sat, forked into the lasagna and made a face when he realized how bad it was. “Is this fake cheese?”

“Unfortunately,” you nodded.

Tristan made a face and then cleared his throat. “I, for one, think this is the start of a new chapter for you. New opportunities, new love,” he smirked.

A quick retort: “Yeah, that’s obviously the first priority right now.”

“He’s right, though,” Jeff said. “You have a fresh start, a totally new chapter.”

You nodded--they were right, but easing into a new chapter felt a lot better than trying to dive right in.

“Speaking of a fresh start, you know, changing things up,” Jeff forced a grin in your direction. “Can we actually talk for a second?”

You eyed him suspiciously, put your fork down to bow out from eating the world’s worst lasagna. “Yeah?”

“I have kind of a weird favor to ask. And--I know it’s kind of bad timing, with everything going on, but--just hear me out, okay?”

Instead of replying, you watched him, lifted your brows to encourage him to continue and tread carefully.

“So I have a client who isn’t from here, he bought a house but it’s in the middle of getting renovated. There’s kind of been a lot going on, it’s a long story.”

“Okay,” you nodded, unsure where he was going with it.

“He needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if maybe he could stay here for a little.”

“Here, like, here here?” You pointed to the floor of your kitchen, an elegant upgrade from the more modest house in Woodland Hills you’d occupied before the divorce.

Along with the death of your father came the inheritance of his Bel Air estate and all of the bedrooms, the four car garage, the manicured lawn and the pool out back. Some people thought you should sell it, use the cash to make trusts for the girls or save for college.

Selling it didn’t feel right, though. It was the house he worked so hard for, the house you called home for the later half of your teen years and the place you always came back to when things got hard. So instead of putting it on the market and closing that chapter, once again, you returned to the safe haven in the hills when you didn’t know where else to turn.

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but you have the room and it might be fun to have someone else around and--”

“I have two daughters, Jeff, I can’t just let a stranger live with us.”

“He’s not a stranger, Y/N, he’s my friend. We’re really close.”

“Who is he?” Tristan asked, waving his fork in the air to remind us that he was still present.

“Harry Styles.”

Tristan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “The kid from the boyband?”

“No way,” you shook your head, dismissing it before you could even let his name register. “I’m not having a pop star boy band kid stay in my house.”

“Okay,” Jeff held up a hand to get Tristan to relax, then moved to point at you. “He’s 24, number one. He’s not a kid, he’s, like, only a few years younger than us.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “exactly. I don’t need a 24-year-old living with my daughters.”

“He’s not like that, though. He’s responsible and he’s a family friendly dude, and--”

“Then why can’t he live with you? Or with your parents?”

“I don’t have the room,” he said. “And my dad hates house guests.”

You rolled your eyes, it was obnoxious, but it was true. Irv hated having people stay over almost as much as he hated it when your dad beat him in golf.

Jeff took your silence as an opportunity to continue selling you on the idea. “He just finished his tour, he’s working on his second album. He’s probably going to be in the studio a lot, Y/N. Do you really think I would let some crazy party animal live with my nieces?”

Another eye roll from both you and Tristan.

“Is this like, just a few nights?” You asked.

“Like, two weeks. Tops.”

“Two weeks?!” You shook your head. “No--I can’t put them through that after all the shit that’s been going on this year. Why can’t he just stay in a hotel?”

“Cause that’s lonely and he’s a people person and--I don’t know, it might be good for you to have someone around.”

You rolled your eyes that, was it a jab at your new status as a single mom or new status as a fatherless daughter? Unsure.

Jeff stood from the counter and grabbed for his phone on the far end of the island. “Just think about it, okay? I’ve gotta run. A few weeks, built in babysitting, maybe--he’s great with kids.”

“I’ve already thought about it,” you told him, resting your chin in your hand and offering a sugary sweet smile. “No fucking way.”

“Mommy!” CeCe’s voice called from upstairs, you hoisted yourself up, ready to tuck them in and forget that Jeff had ever asked such a ludicrous question.

“I would owe you big time--it might be fun! You’ve got the room, he could be a positive male influence on the girls.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the end of his sentence--like that would really sway you.

“And I’m not that?” Tristan pulled his head back, offended.

“You’re the one who told them funerals are stupid,” Jeff said with a sarcastic smirk.

“And you’re the crazy one trying to let a stranger move in here like it’s an AirBnB,” you shot back at Jeff. “So maybe they do need a better male influence than both of you.”

“Mommy!” CeCe called again, more impatient this time.

“I’m coming!” You shouted. “You, let yourself out when you’re finished eating this terrible meal,” you pointed at Tristan and the lasagna. “And you,” you pointed at Jeff with a smirk. “Please never speak to me again.”

He was already heading for the door, keys in hand when he blew you a kiss. “Love you, see you soon!”

“Love you,” you called back, bounding up the stairs, mom mode activated.

A text message the next day when you were at work:

Jeff Azoff (1:43pm): 🙏😇🙏😇

You blew air from your lips, Zoey sat across from you at a conference table when you took a late lunch. She was the first friend you made when you started high school, your long time confidant aside from Tristan and Jeff and a sure bet to tell it like it is.

Now she regularly popped into the Luna offices and she loved nothing more than acting like she was a higher up at your business. She’d rather be doing that than admit she was a new mom with no clue what the next chapter of her life would look like. You had that in common.

Her two-month-old son, Benny, sat in a carrier on the ground, his eyelashes fluttered when Zoey put her feet up on the chair beside her.

“What’s the sigh for?”

“Jeff is being annoying.”

“What’d he do now?”

You looked over at her, nose deep in her phone when you took another bite of the burrito bowl she’d picked up for you. You didn’t know if it was worth it to explain it all. Zoey was excitable, never one to turn down an adventure and her aptly timed identity crisis that came with becoming a mom was sure to make her encourage bad decisions even more.

She looked up at you, suddenly aware of the wheels spinning in your mind.

“Spill it,” she instructed. She put her phone down and let out a breath, clasped her hands and waited for you to fill her in.

“He asked me to let a friend of his stay with us in my dad’s house.”

“Your house,” she corrected. “Deed’s in your name now.”

“My house,” you nodded. “And I feel weird about it.”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Some client of his,” you tried to wave it off as if the name didn’t matter.

It didn’t, really. You’d long been exposed to the rich and famous just because of the nature of your father’s work. He was one of the biggest managers in the music industry in partnership with Jeff’s dad, so you were no stranger to beautiful people with beautiful cars and beautiful homes. When Jeff took on the family business, you only grew more accustomed to it.

“So a celebrity?” she shimmied her shoulders in excitement. “Which one?”

“Harry Styles,” you said the name slowly, quietly, even though it was just the two of you in the second floor conference room and even though this was your office that you bought and you owned and you ran.

“He’s hot,” she nodded casually, less impressed than you’d expected.

“He’s also like twenty-something, so it's disgusting for you to say that.”

“Oh relax,” she dismissed your concern. “He could be your pool boy.”

Zoey--who also grew up in Southern California and spent plenty of time at your house as a kid--hadn’t yet grown so accustomed to the coming and going of celebrities. Her parents owned a florist shop in Santa Monica and in high school you had to tell her she could only come to a Britney Spears concert if she didn’t cry when you inevitably met her in the green room thanks to your dad.

“I have children,” you reminded her. “A ten-year-old who might as well be fifteen and a six-year-old who would think I literally bought her a human playmate.”

“But if he’s friends with Jeff I highly doubt he’s a serial killer,” she reasoned.

“Wow, you are completely missing the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”

“It’s weird--I can’t have a stranger move in with my kids.”

“Why not?”

“Because first their dad left us and now their grandpa died.”

“Sounds like they need a new man in their life.”

You ignored the similarity of her words with Jeff’s from the other night. “I just think it’s crazy.”

“Okay,” she sat up straight and suddenly looked like this was morphing into a business conversation. “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh my god,” she turned her palms towards the sky. “Just do it.”

“What? No!”

“It’s two weeks--it’ll take your mind off of all the shit that’s been going on, it’ll be a fun distraction for the girls. You have so much space in that house you will never even know he’s there. And you’re helping a friend.”

She wasn’t wrong: Harry could likely stay in the bedroom all the way on the other end of the hall from where the girls slept. Maeve was thrilled to get her own room in the move and CeCe would occasionally run into your room after a nightmare, so the space was a plus.

He’d have his own room, his own bathroom. Hell, he could even park in the extra garage and enter from the back of the house. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice he existed.

You sighed, tugged at your necklace when you met her gaze. “I just feel really protective over them right now. I feel like Luke ruined their sense of family and now with my dad gone--”

She stuck her tongue out in disgust at the sound of your ex’s name. “I get that--but they have you. They have Jeff and his family and they have me and Shawn and now Benny.”

You offered a small smile at her reassurance. She was right in a lot of ways. The Azoffs were as much a family to your daughters as they had been to you. Shelli and Irv were like grandparents, they offered to babysit plenty of times and they always managed to get the girls the most amazing birthday presents.

But something in you knew it wasn’t the same. You’d dreamed of giving your daughters the sense of family you never had: a mom and a dad who loved each other. One house, not two that had two different beds and sets of books or toys.

Luckily and unluckily, your ex hadn’t made a huge deal about custody. Visits here and there were outlined in your divorce papers, but at this point in time he didn’t seem the most interested in maintaining a relationship with his daughters, even though he promised way back when that he’d never leave.

Getting pregnant with him during college wasn’t planned, but he swore you’d make it work and you tied the knot only a few months before Maeve was born. Things were good at first, you always knew you’d have more than one--if only to combat your own only-child loneliness--and then CeCe came five years later when you felt a little more prepared.

“I don’t think it’s going to traumatize them, Y/N. I mean, the least you could do is meet the guy.”

You watched her for a minute, blew air from your nose in a huff before you picked up your phone.

Y/N L/N (1:56pm): Fine. I’ll meet him.

Three days later you pulled up to a cafe in Brentwood and took a deep breath in the parking lot. If he was creepy, you wouldn’t go for it. If you got even the slightest weird vibe from him, you’d ex-communicate Jeff and only go over to visit his parents with the girls when he wasn’t around.

You’d already been leaning towards just doing it, especially once Tristan got a glass of wine in you and reminded you what your dad would have said: he who helps is one who prospers.

A few sleepless nights left you staring at the ceiling and wondering if you were crazy. You just now had the chance to let life settle down and here you were, mourning the loss of your biggest supporter, trying to piece yourself back together post divorce, and considering letting a stranger move in? Grief really did do strange things to people.

But when you walked in and found them sitting at a table in the back, something clicked.

Your dad was already fond of your possible houseguest, which you only knew from overhearing previous conversations between him and Irv about how proud they were of Jeff for picking up the family business, and now it all made sense.

A small part of you--probably the stupidest part of you--wondered if there was something cosmic about it. Your dad was always one to let his artists stay in the house, if they weren’t creepy, of course. You grew up with bands rehearsing in the backyard and going to shows at the Troubadour before you were old enough to drive, and you turned out fine.

“Hi,” Harry stood, offered a hand and introduced himself after Jeff gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Harry, pleasure to meet you.” Polite, maybe a bit of a kiss ass. Your dad must have loved him.

“Y/N,” you nodded, sat down when Jeff tugged out a chair for you. “Thanks for--uh--meeting with me, I guess.”

“Thanks for maybe letting me stay at your house,” he offered a sheepish smile, held your gaze for a second when Jeff adjusted the sunglasses clipped to his shirt.

“I’m actually surprised you guys haven’t met before,” he said.

“I’ve been a little busy this year,” you reminded him with a nod. “But--nice to finally meet you.”

Harry nodded, a dimple in his left cheek ignited a tiny spark in your chest, but you pushed Zoey’s words out of your mind. Two weeks, it wasn’t a big deal. He’d be in and out and this would be a blip on the radar.

“We can order coffee or something, but Y/N, I’m assuming you have like, a whole interrogation mapped out?”

You pretended to laugh at Jeff’s joke, turned to Harry and offered a no-nonsense smile. “I have two children, I got divorced earlier this year and my dad just died. So I don’t need any drama or anything. This is temporary and I’m doing this to help out a friend. Jeff, that is, not you.”

He laughed at your clarification and nodded. “Right. This is just me living in your house. No drama. Short-term.”

“And obviously my children will be there, so no guests.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay I’m not that much older than you,” you said it quickly, offered a small smile when he looked a little scared.

“Sorry--no, I didn’t mean that in a rude way.”

“No ma’am,” you added a rule, pulling a laugh from both of them when you lifted another finger in the air to count them off. “No drugs or alcohol, unless it’s like a glass of wine at dinner or something,” you shrugged.

“Look,” Jeff leaned forward. “Y/N’s kids are great, she’s got a great skincare company and she’s a kickass human. And you need a place to stay, so don’t fuck this up.”

“You both have my word. No drugs, no alcohol, no guests, no ma’am,” he smirked in your direction. “I’ve lived alone for a while, so, it’ll be nice to have some roommates.”

You nodded slowly and watched him for a second. A hoodie with the name of the management firm your dad and Irv had started, a backwards baseball hat and simple Ray-Bans. You ignored the fluttering in your veins from just looking at him, your own words echoed against the walls of your skull: he’s also like twenty-something, so that’s disgusting.

This was his brand, you were sure. Something Jeff had worked hard on--the looks, the smile, the exact formula that management firms drooled over was playing out in front of you. You sipped your drink once the waiter delivered three cappuccinos. Two weeks, tops.

Los Angeles afternoons were meant for playing outside, which is what your daughters did best if they weren’t busy pulling each other’s hair. You had dinner on the stove--enough for five--and a knot of nerves in your stomach when the wheels of his fancy car crunched atop the gravel.

The girls ran to greet him and Jeff showed him around the house. Now, Harry sat across from you at the table, Maeve to his left with an unimpressed look on her face when you cleared your throat. “Okay, gratitude time.”

Jeff set his fork back down, a guilty look on his face to admit he’d forgotten about your pre-dinner ritual.

CeCe squirmed in her seat, let out a sigh when Maeve protested with a flutter of her eyelashes. “I don’t have anything to be thankful for,” she informed you.

“That feels a little hard to believe,” you nodded, losing patience for her attitude over the last few days. “CeCe, do you want to go?”

Your younger daughter looked up at you, scrunched her mouth and thought about it. “I don’t have anything either.”

You tried not to groan aloud. After the week you’d had and the sudden changes in your life, disciplining your daughters felt like the last thing you wanted to do, if only they’d just behave.

“I can go,” Harry lifted his hand sheepishly as if he was sitting in a classroom and not in your dining room, a dimple on his cheek when he smiled sheepishly.

“Take it away,” you motioned towards him.

“M’thankful for being here, having a place to stay--and what looks like it will be a delicious meal.” By now he had a bit of smug look on his face, maybe proud of the fact that he’d broken the ice and stepped up to the pre-dinner prompt.

“Mom’s cooking is a solid six out of ten on a good day,” Maeve looked over at him, her fork now in her hand as if she was ready to dig in.

“Okay,” you leaned in and caught her gaze. “Drop the attitude or go to your room.”

“I’m thankful for Emma,” she named her friend, her quick submission after she rolled her eyes told you she just wanted to eat and get this over with. “She warned me today that Hayley was wearing a shirt I wore last week so I think she’s copying me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, you’d accept anything at this point. “CeCe? Last chance.”

“I’m grateful for pudding.”

Harry let out a quiet laugh, you nodded and said: “Great. I’m thankful for you two,” you smiled at them, hopeful that this nightly tradition would hold some type of meaning, more than just eye rolls and pre-pubescent angst from Maeve.

Jeff looked over at the girls, “I’m thankful for my friend Harry getting to meet my other friends, CeCe and Maeve.”

“Aww,” Harry smiled, a hand clutched to his heart when he looked between them.

“Alright,” you were annoyed by how good your daughters were at turning on their charm for anyone but you. Jeff was often the fun uncle, just like your ex had been the fun dad, which left you forcing them to play this gratitude game every night after they finished their homework.

CeCe wasted no time digging into the spaghetti on her plate, leaving Jeff to ask Maeve: “so what are you going to do about Hayley?”

“I don’t know,” Maeve sighed. “She’ll die when she finds out that you’re sleeping over,” she pointed her fork at Harry.

“He’s not sleeping over,” you corrected. “He’s staying in one of the guest rooms, remember?” You’d already explained it a few times to them. A few weeks, he’s working on more music, he’ll be busy, he’s not here to play with you.

“Whatever,” Maeve said. “Maybe I’ll hold it over her.”

“Maeve,” you looked over, unsure what had gotten into her. “I thought we talked about this stuff with Hayley?”

“I know--but she just keeps annoying me,” Maeve explained.

“Dump pasta on her head,” CeCe suggested with a giggle.

“Don’t do that,” you looked at CeCe and poked her in the stomach.

“I personally am a big fan of that idea,” Jeff smiled over at CeCe. “But it’d probably be better to just forget about it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Or the sincerest form of annoying,” she retorted.

Harry let out a laugh at that, caught your gaze when you wondered how soon it’d take him to get annoyed with your kids.

They were great--smart, funny, clever, definitely witty and sometimes dramatic. But they were good kids.

You remembered how tough it was to adapt to motherhood, even though they were your own. Something told you that Harry, no matter how short his stay would be, was not in the chapter of his life that entailed finding joy in playdates and pillow fights.

But he made it through dinner, quiet but friendly and as soon as Maeve was finished, she begged him to play squishball outside before sunset.

“Squishball?” his eyebrows dipped together. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s basically just baseball but with a softer bat and a foam ball cause mom doesn’t want us to break our skulls,” Maeve informed.

“I never said break your skulls,” you argued.

“But it’s what you meant,” she shrugged.

“I would love to play,” Harry laughed, unbelievably entertained by the back and forth he’d already witnessed. They yanked him outside and set up their tiny diamond, CeCe pulled on a tutu just for flair and you and Jeff were left to handle the aftermath of a family dinner.

Jeff put the final plate into the dishwasher after a little bit and offered a hesitant smile when he turned around. “So?”

“So what? It’s been like an hour and a half of him being here.”

Their laughter from outside was audible, CeCe shrieked when Maeve made contact with the bat and sent the ball soaring into the air. “The girls clearly love him.”

“Of course they do--they love anyone for the first two hours.”

“I think he’ll be good for you guys.”

You rolled your eyes, wiped the counter with the sponge when he continued.

“And you guys will be good for him.”

This got your attention. “How so?”

“He’s a people-person, never likes being on his own too much. Some structure and responsibility is good for him.”

“So I’m babysitting him?”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Relax, will you? This could be a mutually beneficial thing if you let it, that’s all I’m saying.”

You didn’t read too much into it, you figured Jeff was peppering you with reassurance only to calm your nerves or quell your concerns. When he was finished helping you clean, he hugged the girls goodbye and waved over his shoulder, leaving Harry alone in your house with you and your daughters and nothing but good intentions.

You left him downstairs at first, helped CeCe brush her hair and sat on the floor when Maeve picked out her clothes for the next day: hopefully Hayley doesn’t own this dress.

When you headed back downstairs an hour later, the girls were tucked in, the lights were off, and your usual plan would have been to check your work emails if it weren’t for the dimpled guy in your living room.

He stood at the bookcase, hands clasped behind his back when you found him.

“Hi, sorry--bedtime is always a--” you paused, not even knowing the right label. “A shit show. But thanks for playing with them earlier.”

He laughed, turned around and offered a smile. “No worries--they seem like great kids.”

“They are,” you assured. “Maeve’s been a bit snarky lately but I think that’s just the whole beginning of puberty thing.” You cringed a little when the words left your mouth, wondering if it was too much information for someone who likely had cooler things to do than talk about ten-year-olds and training bras.

But he smiled, shoved his hands in his pockets when you said: let me show you around.

He’d arrived at the worst time. Homework, dinner prep, CeCe crying because Maeve finished her homework first. You didn’t have the chance to give him a tour and you figured it would be better coming from you than from Jeff, that way you could remind him of all the rules.

You showed him the ground floor first. The library, the family room, the two offices and the three different remotes that all worked different TVs or speakers or lamps. He marveled at the pictures on the wall in your dad’s old office space, he was a legend, he told you.

He climbed the stairs behind you and whispered in response when you pointed out what was behind each door. Bathroom, Maeve’s room, CeCe’s room, guest room, another bathroom, master suite, guest room, his room.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him in. Gray walls, a wooden four-post king-sized bed. Throw pillows you’d picked out when you moved in a few weeks ago, a dresser to the left. He looked around and nodded. “S’perfect.”

“Good,” you said, walking over to a small linen closet in his attached bath. “Towels are in here, should be soap and stuff in the shower--had our housekeeper stock it.”

“Thanks,” he nodded again.

“I don’t know where you parked, but there’s a garage in the back that my dad used to keep some of his sports cars in--there’s definitely room and that way you don’t have to leave yours out if it rains.”

Were you talking too much? You just wanted him to feel at home or at least welcomed.

“Amazing,” he said. “Thank you.”

A repetitive answer but it didn't stop you from rambling.

“Keurig’s on the counter--creamer in the fridge. Should be plenty of food but obviously feel free to stock what you like. Except like, weed.”

“Weed doesn’t go in the fridge...” he eyed you suspiciously, the same dimple appeared on his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“I know--I know weed doesn’t go in the fridge.”

“Just the no drug policy,” he nodded.

“Right. Am I forgetting anything?”

He shifted his weight on his feet and shrugged his shoulders, a subtle shake of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” you nodded, one final look around the room to make sure he had what he needed. His duffle bag was already in the corner, you’d told Jeff to put it upstairs and out of the way so CeCe and Maeve didn’t get nosy.

“I just have a question actually, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah?”

“When did you move in here?”

“Uh, beginning of August, so like, almost a month ago.”

He nodded, his eyes curious despite the fact that he didn’t ask more.

“We had to put my dad in hospice, I was looking for a place anyway after,” a quick motion over your shoulder to gesture to the girls. “My divorce, so--a lot of change, but it’s been nice to be home.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the quiet of the bedroom suddenly felt heavy. “S’a beautiful house.”

“Thank you,” you looked around the room again, if only to put your eyes somewhere other than his face. “I felt shitty about redecorating it at first, but--it was a little too much of a 70s bachelor pad.”

“Leave it to Walt,” he joked.

That piqued your interest. “Did you know my dad? Like, did you spend any time with him?”

He pushed his lips out in thought but shook his head when he sat down on the bed. “Not really--met him a few times at events with Jeff, but I never spent any quality time with him.”

You nodded--he was a busy guy, popular and well respected in his industry. “He was a good person, good grandfather, too.”

Harry smiled at that. “Always heard that Irv was the balls but your dad was the heart.”

You laughed, scrunched your nose at the saying you’d heard a hundred times. The two of them were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, yet they couldn’t be more different. He spoke again before you could reply, voice soft in the sleepy house.

“I mean, if you're his daughter he obviously did something right.”

He held your gaze just long enough for you to feel something, something you pushed out of your mind so quickly that your hand was on the door knob before he could even say goodnight.

Two weeks, tops.

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Oh, here's a prompt! Nie Huaisang travels back in time to ensure that Jin Guangyao stays away from the Jin sect. When he gets back, he's disturbed to find that not only is Meng Yao now his stepbrother (or has at least become a very respected disciple of the Nie sect), but is also now engaged to Lan Xichen. Cue screaming and/or fainting. But at least Minjue is still alive, right?

It was surprisingly easy to make it all happen, much to Nie Huaisang's surprise. In stories time travel was always so complicated to orchestrate, with so much to plan for... but Nie Huaisang had just done it, and it seemed to be working well.

His first stop had been to Meng Shi, shortly after the birth of her son. He could have gone back further and prevented her from ever having that son, but... but at the end of the day, he'd been impossibly fond of Meng Yao even if he'd grown to hate Jin Guangyao. The solution, then, had been to visit his mother and make sure she didn't fill her son's head with impossible dreams.

It had taken some money to get Meng Shi out of the brothel for a few days, and she'd been quite suspicious of him at first. But Nie Huaisang had been a gentleman, and she'd warmed up to him a little. She'd even given up on trying to seduce him once he'd explained that while not opposed to feminine charms on occasion, he mostly cut his sleeve. She'd acted quite sorry for him when he'd explained that actually, he'd just gotten out of a long relationship that had ended badly due to some trust issues and a the betrayal of a man they'd believed to be their friend. Meng Shi had shared a few stories as well, some her own, most her colleagues'.

By the time they'd arrived in Lanling, Nie Huaisang had become quite attached to Meng Shi, and decided he might change his plans a little, depending on what would happen in the next few days.

Meng Shi was not happy to meet other women who'd had the dubious pleasure of sharing Jin Guansghan's bed. She was even less happy to talk to them and learn that none of them, not a single one, had ever received money or attention again after he'd left them, not even those who'd had a child. One of them, the servant of a powerful family of merchants, had gone begging at the door of the Jin sect when her three years old daughter had fallen sick with something nobody understood. She'd been sent home under threats of a beating if she ever showed up again, and her daughter had died.

That had been nearly four years earlier. Jin Guangshan hadn't been sect leader yet, but he'd been his father's favourite and most spoiled son, so he would have had the power to do anything he pleased, including sending a doctor to his daughter, or having her brought into Jinlin Tai to make sure no dark spirit was attacking her. He wasn't even engaged to his wife at the time, so it was impossible to use her to excuse his lack of care. And he'd known about the child's sickness, because he'd happened to be passing by when the mother came begging for help. It was he who had ordered she be sent away, annoyed by her crying.

Meng Shi had gone paler and paler as that poor woman told her tale of sorrow, clutching her son tighter against her chest. When Nie Huaisang and her had returned to their inn, she had asked him why he'd wanted her to meet those other women.

“I just don't like what he's doing,” Nie Huaisang replied, a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought she might get curious. It was stupid of him. Meng Yao surely couldn't have gotten his brains from his father after all.

Meng Shi, sitting on her bed, rocked her infant son in her arms in silence for a moment.

“They were all weak,” she said after a while.

“Who?”

“Those other women. They were all weak.”

Nie Huaisang tensed, fearing that she might announce she was cut of another cloth, that she would persevere where they had given up, but Meng Shi only sighed and kissed her son's forehead.

“He picked them so they were young and would have no one to turn to. Servants and prostitutes and unwanted daughters... he picked us so we'd have no one to turn to when he'd abandon us, no one to defend our honour and force him to pay for the children he made us have. Women like us, it's our own fault for getting pregnant in the first place, isn't it?”

Nie Huaisang stared at her, and realised she was right. He'd been so busy collecting names, he hadn't paused to wonder if there had been a pattern to Jin Guangshan's actions.

“Are there any more you want me to meet?” Meng Shi asked.

“No, she was the last one.”

“Then I suppose we'll started heading back to Yunping City tomorrow. I'll have to make new plans for...”

“No, we're not going back,” Nie Huaisang announced, startling her. “It's too unfair if you go back, you deserve better. Both of you deserve better!”

She blinked a few times, and gave him an amused smile, still rocking her baby. She didn't believe him, of course. Nie Huaisang could hardly blame her for that. After her last experience with a cultivator...

But Meng Shi really did deserve better. Nevermind that in a future he hoped to have now prevented, he'd desecrated her body to get back at her son, this was a different thing. Meng Shi was not a bad person. He'd once thought her guilty of ambition at least, but after a couple weeks in her company, he realised she'd just been desperate for a chance to escape her lot in life. He couldn't really hate her for that, even if it had led to such tragedies after her death.

Nie Huaisang liked her now that he'd met her, and he couldn't condemn her and her son to a worse fate than what they'd have known without him.

He needed a plan.

He needed a smart plan.

He had a plan.

“So, I might have lied a little, you're going back to the brothel,” Nie Huaisang said, earning an unimpressed smirk. “But not for long! I'm going to try something but... would you be willing to lie about who sired your son?”

“Why not? At this point, the truth won't get me much.”

“Perfect. Then I'm going to warn my sect that I have fathered a child, and that I'm unable to care for it at the moment. I'll have to write to them but... but I know Nie zongzhu will immediately send for you. He'll probably ask after me, he hasn't seen me in nearly a decade, but I know he won't have forgotten his cousin Nie Xingyu, and he'll do what's right for my son and his mother.”

And there was no risk of the real Nie Xingyu ever returning to ruin that story, Nie Huaisang knew. His father's beloved cousin, who'd become a rogue cultivator after an argument with their grandfather, had actually died a year or two before Nie Mingjue was even born. A Night Hunt accident, one which Nie Huaisang had discovered by chance while investigating some of Jin Guangyao's crimes. But he remembered his father always hoped to see Nie Xingyu return, always speaking so highly of that cousin who had been almost a brother to him.

Nie Huaisang's father would be delighted to meet his cousin's son, and if “Nie Xingyu” asked for it he would buy Meng Shi's contract in a heartbeat. It would only be a matter of convincing sect leader Nie then, and Nie Huaisang wasn't worried about that. His father had kept all the letters his cousin used to send and read them to his sons, so Nie Huaisang was confident he could imitate his prose and handwriting, not to mention he too carried the Nie seal to mark that letter.

At worst, if it didn't work, Nie Huaisang could always find the money somewhere to buy that contract in person and try to find somewhere to leave Meng Shi, but he'd rather know that she and Meng Yao were safe and sound in the Unclean Realm.

Meng Shi, of course, looked unimpressed by his plan. She still thought he was lying, or trying to sell wonders like other men before him so they could share her bed for a reduced fee, or demand more of her than they'd paid for. Nie Huaisang didn't mind. If people's opinions of him mattered, he would have chosen a different way to avenge his brother, wouldn't he?

It took nearly a month after Nie Huaisang had brought Meng Shi back to her brother, but one morning, from the room he'd rented across the street, he saw a small group of Nie cultivators go in. His father was among them, and when they excited the building, he was carrying little Meng Yao in his arms and chatting cheerfully with Meng Shi who seemed shocked at this turn of events.

Unseen by her Nie Huaisang smiled, and went to activate the talisman that would take him back to his own time. Hopefully this would have been enough to save Nie Mingjue. And if it hadn't... well, he knew how to travel to the past now.

Nie Huaisang opened his eyes. He was in his room, and yet not. This was what used to be his room when he was young, before he became sect leader. A little smaller, a little more private, with a view on a small private garden where he kept his favourite birds. Hisroom, the one he'd always preferred, and had only abandoned in a desperate attempt to be the leader he'd thought his people would need. If he still lived in this room, then it meant Nie Huaisang wasn't sect leader.

Delighted by this apparent victory, Nie Huaisang sprung to his feet and rushed out of the room, only to run head first into someone.

He'd ran into that person enough times that he knew them instantly, even before seeing their face.

“Well someone is in a hurry,” Nie Mingjue said with a laugh.

A laugh.

Nie Mingjue was laughing. Nie Huaisang couldn't even remember the last time he'd heard his brother laugh like this. Not since the Sunshot Campaign, he thought.

“Your cousins haven't arrived yet,” said someone standing just a step behind Nie Mingjue, her voice also full of laughter. “You didn't oversleep, don't worry.”

It took all of Nie Huaisang's willpower to look away from his brother (Nie Mingjue, happy, laughing, healthy) but he managed it, because that other voice was a little too familiar.

It was odd to find Meng Shi in her fifties when just a few hours ago, Nie Huaisang had seen her in her early twenties. Her hair had turned grey, there were wrinkles on her face, and she had exchanged the bold colours she used to wear at the brothel for the muted tones the Nie sect favoured. It suited her. Growing old suited her, if only because she would never have had the chance, had Nie Huaisang not changed her fate.

“I think he's not quite awake yet,” Nie Mingjue teased when Nie Huaisang stared too long, poking his little brother in the shoulder. “But at least I don't have to drag him out of bed. Can I leave the rest to you, auntie?”

Meng Shi smiled, and assured him she'd make sure Nie Huaisang was ready for his cousins' arrival. Nie Mingjue thanked her and left. Nie Huaisang almost ran after him, suddenly needing to touch him, to hug him, to make sure this was real, that he had truly...

“Now it's finally you,” Meng Shi noted, earning a curious glance. “I've realised a few years ago that you looked oddly similar to the man who helped me. Too similar to simply count it as family resemblance. But until today, you didn't look quite right either.”

When Nie Huaisang could only blink at her, she laughed.

“I thought so. I've been wondering for years, but... you did something to change what was meant to happen, didn't you?”

“I did. I wanted... I needed to save certain people.”

“Your brother,” Meng Shi guessed.

Nie Huaisang nodded.

“And my son?”

He nodded again. “Where is he? Is he well? He learned cultivation, right?”

Meng Shi smiled proudly. “He's one of the best in his generation, people keep telling me. He's married now, and living with his husband, but they come visit often. They wanted me to come live with them in the Cloud Recesses, but it's too cold for me over there, and I like the friends I've made here in Qinghe, so I... is something wrong?”

Nie Huaisang nodded, then shook his head. “His husband?”

“A-Yao is married to Lan zongzhu,” she explained. “I would have preferred if he'd married a woman, but Lan zongzhu is a very good husband to him, and they always seem so very happy when they're together. It's all a mother can truly wish for, isn't it? To see her child settled and happy.”

Nie Huaisang said nothing.

He did not run back into his room, didn't hurriedly prepare some ink so he could draw another time travelling talisman and set things right. It was tempting, so tempting. But Nie Huaisang resisted that temptation, and forced himself to smile.

“I'm so happy for them,” he mumbled after a while, and hoped he would learn to mean it.

#Meng Shi #Nie Huaisang #xisang #xiyao #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #this was super fun to write thanks for the prompt!!

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’The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked’

Warnings: mentions of shooting, dying, angst!!!

Chp. 32

Y/n’s POV

Y/n thought that the place Mackenzie would hide at would be like an old, abandoned car garage, or even a place like Arkham, but she was so wrong.

As The Silent Man guided them closer Y/n began to recognize the place they were at, it was at OGC, or more specifically GCHQ(Gotham City Head Quarters)

Saunders was able to get to their destination, The Silent Man then pulled Y/n out of the car with him as he told her,

“Follow me, I know where he’s going to be.”

Saunders didn’t skip a beat before warning his niece,

“Be careful Y/n, here, take this.”

Saunders handed her his personally silver pistol, the one he had mentioned that her father had given to him as a gift. She took it and put it in her belt,

“Thank you Uncle G, but, aren’t you coming with us?”

“No, dear.. I need to help Bruce, I think The RedHoods going to pay him a visit tonight, it’s a gut feeling and I’m going to go with it. You stay with him, you can trust him. Now go.”

Y/n got back in the car and hugged him tightly before saying,

“Be safe Uncle G, please.”

“I’ll try.”

He sent her a his confident, signature wink before she closed his door, Y/n then turned to the Silent Man and ordered politely,

“Ok, take me there please.”

He grabbed her wrist gently but firmly enough so he could take her and not lose her on the way,

“We need to be quick, come on.”

They both set off at an incredible running speed, they were like two Olympic Runners, running after their prize. TSM( The Silent Man) led them behind the tall building, but they had to run through the rain and wet pavement as they went down an alley to go through a secret passage that was in the back. Y/n could feel the falling, harsh rain beginning to penetrate her clothes, she knew she’d be soaked by the end of it all. And up until this point she didn’t know who TSM was or his real backstory, all she knew was that he had lost his family to Mackenzie too. And while undercover for the FBI he worked with other people that were firmly associated with Bock Mackenzie so he could catch him from afar off. Not too close we’re he could risk and lose it all again. She didn’t even know his role play until he shouted he was a Federal Agent, then that’s when it all went to shit. Now here he was leading her up the fire escape and up the ladder that led to the roof, but as they got nearer a large pit in Y/n’s stomach felt extremely heavy as she began to doubt,

‘Is this a setup? What is this mans intentions anyway? What if he sells me to Mackenzie? Why am I doubting all of a sudden, when I first I trusted you-‘

“Hey kid we’re almost there, I don’t know who he is with at the moment, so stay close.”

Y/n nodded her head as she continued to climb after him, she began to hear over the loud rain and roaring thunder what sounded like a helicopter,

‘Shit he’s trying to leave! We can’t let him go!!’

She saw how TSM began to climb faster and she was right behind him, once he made it to the top he reached down and pulled her up with one hand and dragged her behind a large metal box that was for the buildings electrical system. She was surprised to see how strong he was, he was strong like an ox.

TSM’s POV

He then peered over the box and started to look around, he saw how Mackenzie was already there with a couple of his men, they were starting to get into the helicopter. He got down and pulled Y/n by the chin to face him, he lowered himself to where his face was right in front of hers, he still wore his mask, so she could only see his eyes, the eyes he was sure that could be read as filled with anticipation and nervousness. His mind for a few seconds went elsewhere as he looked at Y/n. The rain had drenched her already, but her skin felt so warm under his fingers, the breath that came out of her mouth was real, her eyes searched his for answers, for hope. And TSM had all of that, so he held himself together and said calmly but with order,

“Y/l/n, they’re about to get in the helicopter, if we let them go we might not ever see him again, you gonna to have to trust me. I’m going in first, you come in behind.. you’ll be my backup, partner.”

Y/n’s POV

Y/n’s breath hitched as he spoke to her, he sounded so confident but she could read the undying fear he held in his eyes, but she knew he shared a past with her, because of the same man, Mackenzie. So, she’d follow him, and take him down together.

“Ok, let’s do this.”

They both cocked their guns at the same time, he looked at her and held his three fingers up,

“On the count of three, we go.”

“Copy that.”

He faced away from her as he stood up, he reached his hand behind him and grabbed her arm as he began to count,

“1..2...3!”

He came out of his hiding spot and shouted,

“Federal Agent stop it right there!!”

Mackenzie turned from the helicopter and when he saw who it was, he immediately shouted to his men,

“TAKE HIM DOWN!!”

Heavy fire roared again and TSM screamed to Y/n,

“I’LL COVER YOU! GO AFTER HIM!!”

Y/n came out of her hiding spot and ran across the roof as Mackenzie attempted to get in the helicopter leaving his men behind as they shot at TSM. But Y/n knew Mackenzie couldn’t fly, so she shot the pilot, making him go down, meaning Mackenzie wasn’t going anywhere. Mackenzie got off the helicopter on the other side, where he was safe from the flying bullets, he heard Y/n approach him and he looked at her with desperate eyes as she stood in front of him eyeing him down. Mackenzie was quick to pull out a gun, Y/n was already mirroring his actions, she then began to tell him,

“I’m turning you in Mackenzie, it’s over.”

Mackenzie rolled his eyes and pathetically laughed,

“Oh yeah, and you think that I won’t stop, no matter where you put me? That I won’t pay for the consequences no matter what?”

“You’re going to pay your consequences-“

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter, no matter how much you’ll do to me you’ll never have that void in your heart filled again, your father is dead and never coming back, sending me to jail and exposing me isn’t going to change that. He’s never coming back.”

He tried to hurt her with her past, but Y/n wouldn’t have any of it,

“I’m aware of that.. now get on your knees, and put your hands behind your head-“

Mackenzie realized slowly that Y/n wasn’t buying his words, so he tried to come around another way,

“You know, you’re father was a man of injustice-“

‘Don’t buy his lies he’s just trying to stall you to get the shot-‘

“You’re full of crap! Now get on your knees!”

“Your father was a man that would kill anyone to keep his family safe-“

The thunder roared along with Y/n’s voice when she screamed at his desperately,

“I SAID GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

Mackenzie was a sure fighter with pathetic words, as he added on,

“But I respect him.. he did good while he was alive.. he was smart, he played it all well.. he knew my every step, before I even knew it. Why do you think he didn’t keep you or your brother in the house that day? He knew someone was coming but couldn’t prove it-“

“I’m only going to ask you one more time.. Get. On. Your. Knees.”

Mackenzie began to move to get on his knees, when he started to mention who Y/n loved the most,

“Danny is at the Manor right now, living amongst you.. Y/b/n Y/l/n, the fucking RedHood, is alive and works for the Professor.. Bruce Wayne.. is your fiancée, and lives at the Manor too. The Batman.. is everywhere in the city at night.. LT Gordon.. I know exactly where they all live, do you think I won’t stop, that people won’t listen and give everything thing I ask for? Killing your father was just a taste of what I’m capable of Y/n, and believe me your on that list too, in red letters. Putting me away isn’t going to stop me. Because you don’t have the nerve to kill me-“

“Maybe she doesn’t.. but I do.”

BANG!

From being at a close proximity to Mackenzie the gun shot to his head made blood splatter on Y/n’s face as she jumped at the sound of the unexpected shot, but when Mackenzie’s dead body fell to the ground, the person that shot him from behind was no where to be seen. Leaving Y/n standing alone over his dead body. Gordon came into sight rushing in at the sound of the shot and ran to Y/n immediately without thinking about why or who shot him, he was just happy to see she was the one standing and not Mackenzie,

“Y/n are you ok? Are you shot?-“

“this isn’t my blood. I-I think TSM s-shot him from behind-“

“did you see him?”

“no. but- he was the only one here with me... he have to of done it.”

“Where is he now? Why did he leave?”

Y/n finally looked at Gordon with her eyes full of tears as she answered,

“I don’t know.. Mackenzie made a mess of his life too, so.. so I can only assume this was payback. I just wish I knew what his story was though.”

The RedHood’s POV

Batman was getting himself beat to the pulp, as The RedHood tossed him around like a rag doll and beat him like a punching bag. But The RedHood wasn’t at the point of adrenaline that Batman needed him to have, so he kept him running back and forth at him, to pump it out more. In one of the moments that The RedHood tried to grab Batman from the legs to lift and toss him, Batman made him miss his step, making him topple on top of him instead, sending them to their fall off the sea wall they were on, and landing flat on their backs. For a few seconds all you could hear was gutted groans from pain. The RedHood was the first to stand though, leaving the Batman on the floor who had grown a little unconscious, the RedHood turned his head and searched the floors, and soon found his crowbar that had been tossed a away earlier, he slowly walked and picked it up, and began to twist it, and fix it, to become a gun. The RedHood was a genius, he made gadgets, and that one was one of his favorites, a crowbar turned into a gun. Once he cocked it and saw it had one lucky bullet in it, he went for the Batman who was still on the floor, his mind thought about what he was doing, and felt it was correct, but that didn’t stop his heart, from beating frantically, because it knew something was wrong.

‘Breathe Jason.. breathe.. and take the shot.’

Batman’s POV

Batman slowly came too, but before he could even move a muscle, a voice barked at him loudly and firmly with explicit, simple orders,

“Don’t move.”

Batman knew it was The RedHood’s voice, and could only reply,

“Don’t do this Jason.. you’ll regret it when you wake up.”

Jason scoffed as he rubbed his face,

“Wake up? From what? This isn’t a dream or a nightmare, it’s reality. Me killing you is a reality, you had every chance to kill Stewart.. but you didn’t, you let her ruin and destroy me, making my your murderer. So.. any last words?”

Batman looked up at Jason, to only see the black gun that was held at his head, he then spit out blood from his mouth, before he said,

“My life.. your life.”

Jason’s expression dropped to a confused frown, but couldn’t register Batman’s words any further, when someone big came from behind him, and began to choke him shouting,

“RUN CHIEF!! GET OUT OF HERE!!”

The Batman tried to get up quickly but his back shot in pain as well as his cracked ribs, making him wince loudly and stay down. The RedHoods struggled breaths was all you could hear, until a shot rang across,

BANG!!

The man that was behind Jason fell to the ground, as Jason tossed his gun and said coldly,

“Maybe he took my only bullet, but... that doesn’t mean there’s not another way to kill you-“

“SAUNDERS?!?”

Y/n’s voice broke through Jason’s sentence in a scream, which made Batman realize, that Saunders had just taken a bullet for him. Anger boiled in his skin, and gave him the strength he needed to get up, but Jason turned from the Batman, and looked for Y/n. And there she was, standing a few feet away from Saunders body, looking at Jason with disbelief and tears in her eyes, as she questioned in a wavering voice,

“Do you want to kill me too?”

Jason pulled out a knife from his leg pocket, and twirled it in his fingers expertly, before replying with a smirk,

“You bet I do.”

Y/n dropped her gun, and held her hands above her head, as she challenged,

“Then come and get me, Y/b/n Y/l/n.”

In that moment Batman had his chance to do what he came here to do, when the RedHood ran straight towards Y/n, Batman ran after him. When Jason got close enough, he raised his knife and tried to pierce it through her throat, but Y/n caught the blade that went through her hand, and pulled him flush against her chest like a hug, and held him tight. The Batman came behind him, and jabbed the needle of the antidote into Jason’s throat, as he wrapped his arm around him and Y/n, holding them close to him. The RedHood tried to fight them both off, as he shouted,

“LET. ME. GO!”

Batman grunted as he pressed the rest of the antidote into his neck, which began to work quickly, as Jason had stopped struggling, and slumped in Y/n’s arms. Batman let them go to see Y/n holding on to Jason so he wouldn’t fall, as she sat on the ground with him partially on her lap. Jason then stirred his head towards Y/n’s face as he looked up to her with sleepy eyes, barely being audible as he whimpered,

“Mom?...”

His eyes then went shut and hung back,

Y/n caught him quickly and held him tighter, her hand that was dripping in blood, she used that to cradle Jason’s head close to her chest, as she began to sob loudly. Batman turned around and saw who she was crying for, Gordon was hovering over Saunders body as he called an ambulance, trying to keep pressure on Saunders chest, telling him to hold on.

Batman went to the ground at Y/n’s level, grabbed her head, a placed a kiss on it, then whispered in her ear,

“We did it..”

Y/n replied softly,

“We did.. he’s back.. Y/b/n’s back..”

Batman then looked around them as he added,

“You need to get out of here. Take Jason with you before the authority’s get him.”

Y/n lifted her head to look at Batman, as tears still streamed down her face, she then said with a choked sob,

“We got Mackenzie.. he’s dead.”

Batman held a expressionless face, before asking,

“Did you kill him?”

“no... TSM did, I know he did.”

Batman leaned his forehead against hers as he sighed sadly,

“I wish I could’ve gone Kenzie.. the one that actually killed yours and my parents.”

“I know.. but I think the FBI has him-“

BANG!!

Y/n’s and Batman’s head shot up to look for where the shot had come from, but that’s when they saw more red n’ blue light with their sirens approach the scene, making Batman pick up Y/n with Jason in her arms ordering,

“Get out of here, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I have to be here Bruce, I’m with TSM, you need to be the one that goes, with Jason, make sure you both get proper treatment.. I’ll be home as soon as possible.”

Gordon then approached them from behind as he suggested,

“Chief if you don’t want a bigger mess with your boy, I suggest you go. I’ll be here it’s Y/n. I’ll keep her safe I promise.”

Batman faces Gordon and simply answered,

“You better, go Y/n.”

Y/n helped Batman lay Jason over his shoulder carefully and watched him sorta run towards a hidden alley, where they had a backup vehicle hiding. Once they were out of sight, Y/n caught the ambulance leaving too,

“How bad was it? The shot?”

Gordon looked at Y/n regretfully as he replied,

“Pretty bad, it was almost close to his heart, he was barely hanging on.”

Y/n nodded her head understandably before saying,

“He saved Bats life... now I hope they can save his.”

“I know kid.. I’m sure he’ll make it, he’s a tough guy.”

Y/n then began to walk to the original crime scene, where all the mess had started, and from the distance she could see TSM, speaking with his boss, Y/n didn’t skip a beat before saying,

“I’m going to talk to him. Something is up with that guy.”

Gordon studied TSM from where he stood and asked,

“What do you mean?”

Y/n sighed,

“He just seems.. I don’t know.. relatable?”

TSM’s POV

TSM stood in front of his boss, receiving a fervent scolding, that night he had pushed things too far, out of revenge to get the justice he believed he deserved. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, as he caught Y/n walking towards him, he then abruptly said to his boss,

“I gotta go.. don’t let Y/n near me.”

“Alright.. but that doesn’t mean that this conversation is over.”

“I know.”

TSM didn’t miss the way Y/n’s face dropped to him brushing past her, completely ignoring her, and getting into his SUV and driving away without another word. He regretted only a little, not being able to face Y/n,

‘I’m sorry kid.. but you’re not ready yet.’

Y/n’s POV

After Y/n watched TSM leave her much to her dismay, she now stared in shock, at the victim of the gun shot she had heard not that long ago, it was Kenzie, with a perfect shot to his head. She knew who pulled that trigger too,

‘I bet it was you TSM.. who pulled that trigger.. but why? What about Mackenzie and Kenzie connected you to them? And why did you avoid me to? I just want to know and understand you...’

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