#also yes i know some blind people can travel on foot just fine but what if they need to go somewhere that would take 3 hours to walk

[clutterbrain]

I love that comic for biking, but I just want to point out one difference between urban cycling and bus riding.

When biking infrastructure is bad, the only people who bike are exceptionally athletic and/or brave. But for people who use bad bus systems, it's not that they're more capable of making the bus work than other people - it's that they have no other options.

When I lived in San Antonio, I realized it would be faster to just spend 40 minutes walking home than it would be to get a 1 hour delayed bus. So I walked, and I never took the bus again after that. It was hot and time-consuming and there weren't always sidewalks, but I could walk in that little dirt path by the road and make it work.

You know who was still left at that bus stop when I gave up? People who can't just decide to walk. If you pay attention, you'll see who's actually waiting at the bus stops: elderly people, people with visible mobility aids, blind people. The actual population that uses America's shittiest public transit is NOT super intense eco-activists or people who just really love the bus and choose to put up with it, it's people who literally have no other option. They cannot drive a car, they can't just walk, they can't even travel by electric scooter or wheelchair because we *don't build or maintain the fucking sidewalks.*

What is left for them but to wait out that 2 hour delay?

People who only take transit may be expecting it but that doesn't mean it doesn't fuck them over. How can you keep a job or make an appointment if it's impossible to predict whether you'll be 2 hours late or not? Disabled people have shit to do too!!!!

Better buses. Every 15 minutes. And fix the fucking sidewalks!!!!

If you are thinking about it on paper, the bus running every half hour doesn't sound so bad, until you're waiting at the stop and you miss a bus or it's delayed. Then you're waiting a very, very long time. To people who never take transit, that's probably fine. Why do you care. To people who only take transit, they're expecting it, it's baked in their lives. But the important part, what really impacts our cities, is what happens to people for whom transit is an option.

The spiral goes like this. You go to take the bus instead of driving, thinking "I'm going to o have a couple drinks" or "I don't want to worry about parking where I'm going." So you take bus. First bus is right on time. But then you transfer from your neighborhood line to the line that takes you where you actually want to go. And your bus is delayed. And it only comes every 30 minutes. And then you're waiting, 40 minutes later, wondering where your bus is, knowing you could have driven there in 20 minutes.

Why would you ever chose to take a bus again? The bus made you waste precious time on your day off just sitting there. So next time you drive. Ridership goes down. When the transit authority asks for more money for more buses and more drivers, people point to the ridership numbers and say "why should we pay for this instead of paying for our schools/police/baseball stadium/parks/police again (let's be real that's who's taking all the money)?" If we want to increase ridership we need to actually design and fund functional transit networks. If we want people to actually ride the bus we need to make it a better option than driving, which means reliable service, which you don't get with a bus every 30 minutes.

Every 15 minutes, everywhere, all of the time.

[another-miracle]

Nobody actually told Obi what exactly happened to make Shirayuki leave Tanbarun (now on AO3)

Leave it to Sarah to know the exact “right to the good part” scenario I needed to scratch my writing itch. This one’s for you @claudeng80 :) Set before Eisetsu arc when Shirayuki, Obi and Ryuu are still travelling on the road together.

Dinner starts off as a simple affair. Miss cooks up half the dishes while Obi settles the other half in the in-built kitchen of a decidedly-not-small room they’ve found themselves in (wonders what accommodation one affords with all that sweet Wisteria cash; they are delegates after all). A trade-off that they’d agreed on so that they could cook and have dinner in the same space they would reside for the night - instead of going down to the common area. Ryuu sets the table as best he can.

Eventually, they settle down to eat. The conversation steers towards Miss’ early days in the pharmacy - Ryuu still a boy who hid under tables, a fact present-Ryuu did not appreciate being brought up - and Miss still desperately trying to find her footing in a foreign land. It’s new to Obi, to hear of their endeavours before his arrival to Clarines, and he finds himself enjoying the journey down memory lane. That is, until Miss drops a wayward comment that catches the both of them off guard.

So casual, she says, “It’s so funny. And to think I’d almost had to live my life as Raj’s concubine.”

Ryuu freezes and his eyes dart over to Obi. Similarly, Obi’s glass has paused over his lips. It feels like the air in the room has been abruptly sucked out. The word ‘concubine’ rings in his ears as Miss continues to laugh between bites.

“What do you mean concubine?” Obi asks carefully. He’d thought she’d been invited to the palace to be a princess, or perhaps a lady-in-waiting. To be seen, not...

“Oh yes,” Miss shares, something almost fond lining her lips. “Raj and Sakaki-san had pretty wild ideas back then. Sent me poisoned apples and everything.”

“Miss-what?”

Shirayuki looks up, only now noticing Obi’s tone. Next to him, Ryuu lowers his utensils down and places them on either side of his plate. Obi immediately fixates on Miss’ form. His eyes dart down to her arms, searching for any scars, mind desperately rifling through memories of when they first met, whether she had been constantly wearing long sleeves. She’d worn leggings all this while hasn’t she? Obi resists the urge to bend down to look under the table.

“Oh,” Miss starts again, startling Obi’s gaze back to hers. “Oh! He didn’t get to me- I mean, he did. It’s a funny story actually- Zen ended up being the one eating said apple and getting poisoned. I’d only followed to get the antidote, but thankfully-” she glances at Ryuu, “Zen has had quite a resistance against most poisons, and he was fine.”

The sentence is met with tense silence. Ryuu seems to be staring at his plate as if the peas could conjure up a response. A part of Obi wants to shake the boy and tell him not to worry, to crack a joke to diffuse the air. The other part is blinded by red hot anger. The urge to retrieve his knives and march right up to Tanbarun to commit regicide thrums wildly in his temples.

Friend of the Crown? What on earth was Master thinking - working with someone like that. What on earth was he thinking? He’d spent every afternoon for a month, watching, not knowing, as the two - kidnapper and concubine-to-be - traipsed through the gardens of Tanbarun castle, sat next to each other for hours in the libraries. He’d carried the man on his fucking shoulders.

A touch to his hands and his eyes fly open. Miss’s hand is placed on his, on both of their hands. A small smile plays at her lips. Obi turns to Ryuu. The boy looks frustrated enough to cry.

Miss gives a small laugh. “Hey, it’s over alright? I didn’t bring it up to see you guys upset. It was just in passing. And look, we’re all here now. Royal delegates, serving the Wisteria Crown for the greater good of her people!”

Miss glances up at him, then flicks her gaze at Ryuu. Obi suddenly remembers how distraught Ryuu was when they returned to Clarines after their visit to Tanbarun, having only received news that Miss had been kidnapped. He also remembers the fear in his eyes when both he and Shirayuki succumbed to the then-Lyrias disease.

Obi sighs.

His hand reaches out to ruffle Ryuu’s hair. “Yeah,” Obi says, “Miss wouldn’t let something like that get her down. She’s strong, isn’t she, Little Ryuu?”

Ryuu stares up at him, unshed tears, his gaze darting between the both of them. Obi gives him his best reassuring smile; he knows Miss does too, even if he doesn’t look at her.

The boy sniffs. “Yeah- she is. Yeah.”

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Later when the plates are cleared and Ryuu has fallen asleep, exhausted from the additional emotional tirade he had earlier, Obi finds Miss by the window. She sits with her feet propped on the sill, arms wrapped around her knees, gaze focused on the distant horizon. The moon is out, deciding to grace Miss in all the splendour and glow her countenance deserves. If Miss thinks he looks good by the firelight, then it should be of no consequence for him to say-

“You look good in the moonlight, Miss,” Obi tells her, holding out a cup of tea and sitting down by her. Miss accepts the drink with a smile before looking out again. She is quiet - more so than usual. Obi sips his tea and waits.

She thumbs at the rim of the cup, looks down, then up at him. With a sheepish smile, she says, “I wonder if that’s something I might have heard from...men...if…”

She trails off, bringing the cup to her lips, the picture of grace and relief. Obi, on the other hand, is struck frozen for the second time this evening. That’s not what he meant. That’s not what he meant.

“Miss-”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Miss rushes out. “That wasn’t fair- it’s just- it’s my fault, I’d brought it up. I don’t mean to say that you’re like any of them- I don’t-”

Miss breathes, a shaky exhale. Obi watches as she struggles with something bigger than her, bigger than the both of them. It’s something more immense than even the distance between two countries, if he’s honest. His heart pulls toward her; the burden she has been carrying for almost two years - the shame, the fear - feelings he has no way of possibly understanding in this lifetime. He aches to reach out for her, but he’s not sure- in that moment, he rehashes every single touch between the two of them. Belatedly, he also finally understands why she’d run when Master kissed her.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, an assurance that falls flat in the space between them. Miss hums in response, forcing out a smile at him in apology. And- Obi doesn’t want that. How many smiles has she hidden behind? Sweet words that fall from her lips - not just to him, but to the very people who’d wanted to kidnap her, to turn her into an object of possession, to reduce her brilliant mind and her wonderful soul and the endlessly faith-bearing light in her eyes into a mere ornament to be gawked at, prodded until nothing is left. What has he been doing? What have they all been doing?

Obi places his mug down on the table before sidling up to the sill, back to the scenery, hands clasped in front of him. He notices Miss is looking at him curiously. Obi sets his gaze on the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the concrete. He doesn’t do this- doesn’t offer more than platitudes to soothe, doesn’t give others more than he should, more than he can spare another human being. But- he thinks of the broken smile on Miss’ face-

“I’d almost lost my life once,” Obi tells the ceiling. “Thought myself hot shit and went around accepting jobs that were clearly beyond my pay grade. Risked my life because I’d thought it a resource to be utilized when needed - as long as it puts bread on the table, money in my pocket.”

Obi turns down and gives Miss a wan smile. “And it’s funny, because that was me when I met you. You, with all your incredible courage, this red-haired girl who’d walked forward in face of an arrow shot at her. Who’d saved an entire colony in face of a disease no one knew. Who’d jumped off a tower. Who’d walked straight back into the place she’d been running from, head held high, into the den of the very person who’d deigned her an object.

Miss flinches at this. And Obi aches.

“And-” Obi pauses. Breathes. “So much of me just wants to ride down the South back to Tanbarun, go up to Raj’s door and wrangle his neck - him and Sakaki both. But beyond that, Miss-”

Obi stares at her, willing the words, “You are beyond what anyone says of you, beyond whatever value anyone places on you. You’re not some object that someone just picks up and calls their own. Because whatever that’s in there,” Obi jabs his thumb against his chest, “it’s not something that can be assigned by anyone else. You are your own person, Miss. You belong to you. And it’s this you who has toppled boundaries, created antidotes, you and your brilliant mind, and your wonderful soul and everything that is you.

“And-” Obi wrenches his gaze from her, hand coming up to push down on his shoulder. “I can’t imagine myself without you. I’ve changed, because of you. Myself and many other people you’ve met in Clarines - Little Ryuu, too. So please-

“Don’t think you are anything less than who you have made yourself to be. Don’t let anything cause that- not Raj, not Master, not Izana, not even me. You are yours, Miss.”

Obi says it quietly, a whisper taken by the wind into the meadows ahead of them. But he knows Miss hears it all the same. Obi lets the words take up the silence, let them take root. He hopes, desperately, that in between the awkward cadence and messy phrasing, Miss may find some comfort in them. An unspoken assurance that he is on her side - always have, and always will be.

Sneaking a glance at her, Obi is startled to find Miss’ head buried in her knees, shoulder shaking.

He jumps up and immediately frets. “M-miss, ahh- I didn’t mean to make you upset! I’m sorr-”

In an instant, Obi’s hand is enclosed between both of hers, warmth effusing through skin. A warbled laugh escapes her and she looks up from her knees up at him. Arrested by the tears in her eyes, Obi watches as she smiles that broken smile again - only this time, he knows it isn’t forced. She brings his hand close to her, and places the back of it against her forehead. Obi’s hand twitches, almost aching to cup her face and rub the tears trickling down - but clearly Miss is having a moment as she closes her eyes and breathes.

“Thank you, Obi,” Miss tells him, words entangling around his fingers. “It never gets easier- I don’t think it will, but-”

She takes his hand and cups it against her cheek anyway, collapsing all his walls. “You, being here. You remind me that I’m worth more.”

He can’t resist his fingers running across the apples of her cheekbones. He wipes away every tear that falls and bends down close, leaning his forehead against hers. There are no words to describe the monument of a woman before him now, and as he draws strength from this little form of comfort he’s offered, he only hopes she receives the same.

It will not be easy, probably never will, as Miss says.

But Obi will be damned if she ever faces it alone again.

[phoenixyfriend]

A Smattering of Ideas for a Neji Time-Travel Fic

[EDIT: okay so viewing the post on dash or sidebar blog completely ruins the bullet nesting for some reason. Please open it in a new tab.]

Okay so I actually wrote the first chapter or two of this like... almost a decade ago probably, but the concept was:

Neji, upon dying, gets sent back, and he's perfectly healthy again, pretty much exactly as he was just before getting mokuton-stabbed... except the seal damage wasn't reversed, so he's blind.

I think he ended up like riiiiiight before the Hyuuga Incident, so about of age with Kakashi & co.

But yeah like imagine telling Hiashi about it.

We have a new Jounin! It's a blind Hyuuga.

His seal is gone! He's technically your nephew.

He needs to be retrained for blindness! He needs to be protected for the information he carries.

He's a time-traveler!

Have fun.

The Hyuuga clan has like a million things going on but future Neji is just finding his younger self and Hinata to cuddle them.

He can't see shit but he Needs To Hug Baby Hinata

She's so small? She needs to be protected?

"Sir, you're blind now." "If Lee can be a ninja without chakra, I can be a ninja without eyes." "Sir. Sir that's--that's not the same thing, you can't--SIR." "I'll ask Hatake for advice." "He's still got half of his--SIR!"

Neji is a genius, if there's anyone who can pivot their entire fighting style from "I can see everything" to "I don't need to see anything" it's someone like him. Especially with the "I need to protect all these smols and be strong enough to force people to take my advice seriously if necessary" motivation

BUT But But for the first few days, it's just like. Sir. I understand you want to protect this small child, but you walked into three walls in the past hour. Please st--sir.

Fun option is "Neji spills all the beans... to Hiashi, not the Hokage."

Hiashi: Okay so like. Give me a few days to come up with a cover story for your existence. Neji: That's fair. Hiashi: Do. Do you want me to send in Hizashi or...? Neji: I'll tell him the truth if you do. Hiashi: That's, uh... that's fine. Neji: Then yes. Please. Hiashi, thoroughly unnerved for a variety of reasons: Right. I'll go do that.

Relevant: "Stop trying to convince me to put the Caged Bird Seal on a man who is already blind."

Since that's the ostensible reasoning of the seal, and like. You can't make that argument about keeping the eyes safe when the eyes don't... work.

Courtesy of @firebirdeternal​, along with a bunch of other stuff but especially this:

ooooh feels moment: Neji starts his retraining to become Strong Enough without his eyesight, guess who sees him working his ass off to overcome a disadvantage and thinks "Oh, there's a person I should Be Friends With!"

Part of me just went "Gai gets injured on a mission and, while waiting out his medical leave, gets assigned to Neji as a guide/sparring partner"

Or, well, not assigned. He's just doing one-armed pushups in the training yard with a cast on half his limbs after breaking out of the hospital and zeros in on Neji like "Ah yes, medically inadvisable training, a Bonding Activity!"

Neji goes from "I can see everything" to "I can't see shit but if you're within arms reach you're fucked"

A lot of it comes down to Neji building up non-Byakugan sensing abilities, I think?

It won't help him read, but it'll sure help him avoid getting punched.

I think that's really the crux of his New Style, however he works it out, instead of having this Massive Range of perfect perception he just trains his other senses until he still has that perfect perception effectively, just in like a two foot radius around his person

and then he goes full Rock Lee and trains speed and reaction time until that two feet is enough

I want Daredevil-style bitchiness at some point, in the "Okay, I'm sure the contract is lovely, but do you have it in braille, perhaps?" sense

And Toph-style stuff

Genma, in the Jounin lounge: "Hey guys I think I've got a design finished for the new tattoo I'm gonna get, what do ya'll think?" 'holds up scroll' Kakashi: "Why would you get a tattoo of an ugly couch?" Genma: "It's not an ugly couch it's the Hokage Monument!" Neji: "It looks perfect to me" Genma: "Thank you! I worked really hard on-..... why do you feel the need to do these things."

Also I want Neji to have the same approach as Matt to a cane. He can make do without it, but it sure does make his life easier when he's off-duty.

Like, yes if he focuses his entire, highly trained person, on perceiving his surroundings, he can sense his way around. But that is very tiring

Like that is a lot of work to be doing, when you are just trying to get to the coffee shop for a bagel

Neji learns Sage Mode solely because he wants to be able to tree-hop again

Neji visits Kakashi like "I can't ask the Inuzuka for this because their dogs are clan-specific, but do you know where I can find a guide dog that can double as a ninken in the field?"

Neji asking Gai to help him pick out a feminine yukata because if ANYONE is going to not judge...

Listen I'm just really invested in what Naruto SD told us about how often Neji cross-dresses

Someone asked me which summons Neji learns Sage Mode from, and 

I mean, Hashirama supposedly just. Learned it? Without summons?

So maybe Neji does that and just learns from Jiraiya or something

Though it's not... particularly safe.

Birdie had the best response

learning it Without a Summon is very much in the vein of Neji's past attitudes towards Special Secret Techniques, given that he learned the Kaiten with no help even though it was a Secret Technique of the Hyuuga.

"I know it's possible to do, so the hard part is already over, the rest is just figuring it out and doing it"

Neji: I'm here, I'm queer, I'm blind as fuck.

Neji hanging out with Gai and Kakashi is, admittedly, not that different from hanging out with Lee and TenTen

Kakashi is a bit more likely to join in on the shenanigans than Tenten was, but he's still just as available for "We're judging you" sessions

Neji, sipping tea as Gai yells: this is my comfort zone.

Neji with a white cane: This is my whacking stick. Hiashi: Don't you mean walking stick? Neji: No.

Because... what ninja wouldn't ensure that any normal part of their daily life was fit for battle.

Like if Karin can hide lockpicks in a photo and a knife in her glasses, Neji can ensure his white cane is suitable for battle.

(Going off the earlier Daredevil comparisons, I’d say this is similar to Matt turning his cane into billy clubs sometimes.)

Neji, assuming the role of Chief Babysitter for SmolNeji and Hinata, senses Lee and Tenten at the park. Nudges SmolNeji: "Go, be friends with them"

SmolNeji, watching Lee faceplant into the dirt while trying to jump off the swing while Tenten chases two boys around with a weird frog she found: ".... why"

Neji: "Just trust me"

Also consider older Neji giving baby Hinata shoulder rides

Baby Hinata is delighted by this whole affair.

More time with big brother, and a new even bigger brother? Best times.

Bigger brother needs help reading sometimes and Hinata is so excited to help. Hiashi even approves because helping older Neji read things like menus and the like is helping Hinata learn how to read, so it benefits everyone.

Consider also: Neji encouraging the smols to play with bby Naruto, a Hyuuga elder (or possibly Hiashi, but I want him to be a confused accomplice) complains exactly once and Neji exudes such a powerful "Do not test me" energy that he just kind of. Drops it.

Neji's attitude towards baby Naruto is somewhere between "They're good dogs Brent" and "I died for him once already, do you think I'd hesitate to kill?" and it depends entirely on how seriously he thinks you're talking shit about him

Neji plays with the smols, including smol Naruto, by just being the Perfect Straight Man. Just taking every nonsense thing Naruto says Completely Seriously and using deadpan reactions to chaos to make them giggle. This drifts into Feels for Naruto when he's the first adult who takes his "I'm gonna be the Hokage" completely seriously

"Of course, chibi-Hokage-sama"

Hiashi: "What.... are you.... doing?" Neji: "Ah, Hiashi-sama. Please exercise caution, the floor has mysteriously transformed into molten rock. I suspect enemy action, but have no further intelligence at this time" SmolNeji, Hinata, and Naruto: 'wild giggling as they dangle from rafters/stand balanced precariously on chairs'

Hiashi takes one step into the room and all the kids start screaming so loud he steps back out in shock

Neji out in Konoha just Causing Shit with plausible deniability

Listen. Neji is PETTY.

Someone describes Naruto as "the annoying blonde child with the whiskers, you know, the skin brat" and Neji says "I'm a sensor and have encountered no demonic chakra"

"okay just avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers"

"I don't know how to tell you this..." 

"Sir, I know you're new in town, but that kid isn't really good news--" "A child can't be news unless they're recently born." "No, I mean, didn't anyone tell you to avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers?" "Naruto's blonde?"

Possibly "Hinata's blonde?"

He just, aggressively misunderstands that any insinuation about Naruto is about the Hyuuga heir instead

Birdie said they like the idea that he uses the aggressive deliberate misunderstanding to force people to either be embarrassed by how they're acting by having to spell it out or give up in quieter shame

Sometimes Neji gets tired of being obtuse and just lets Gai do it for him

Gai babysits on occasion, SmolNeji is aghast, Hinata mostly just confused, Naruto is delighted

Naruto is just Stars In Eyes about Gai

Kakashi: this is not the excuse I expected to have for visiting Naruto but I'm taking it

[votederpycausemufins]

it seems like some people were disappointed that Tubbo and Sparklez haven’t realized who each other are yet, so in this chapter.... I taunt you even more by not letting it happen! bwahahahaha!

@petrichormeraki

Dream was only half paying attention as he worked. He really only replies with yes’s and no’s and nodding along. He was glad the mask hid his surprise when he found that not all the admin powers were there and even less of the Watcher’s influence. Ranboo hasn’t been given the powers directly, but the fact that they had initially been moved by Grian in the first place was enough.

Like an infection, the powers that were linked to Dream himself and not the role of an admin spread into the fragments of energy and magic the Watcher had left behind. It was supposed to act as a label warding off those who would want to mess with those a watcher had claimed in some form or another, but it was also something Dream could use.

He froze when he recognized parts of the energy, similar to signatures he had messed with before. Ranboo said something and he tried to play it off, but he could tell the new admin suspected something. Dream started actually focusing on the conversation until Ranboo no longer seemed suspicious. 

Once again, Dream looked at the magic and realized it resembled that of Philza and his sons. That’s right, the watcher has said something about a third son that Philza lost, other than Wilbur and Tommy. It had rattled the hardcore player. And Philza was an avian just like Grian.

Dream started with something small. He might be trapped for now, but he could still do whatever he could to bring his favorite pawn back.

He paused to continue the conversation with Ranboo a bit longer before getting another idea. One wasn’t enough with him. Maybe with what little there was, he could still find a way to mess with the whole set. But before he could get far, Ranboo was starting to leave. It was fine. Two would be just enough.

Grian started feeling sick, he looked around and saw Tommy and Mumbo sleeping next to him, the bots curled up with each other in their own sleep mode. He tried moving in a way to not disturb them but his head spun. His vision went dark for a moment and the next thing he saw was the floor of his mansion getting closer. He was surprised he wasn’t dead from falling that far, everyone else was too. Everyone was trying to figure out what was going on. 

Someone pointed it out. This had all started after his family showed up. Maybe it was their fault. But someone else said that it was just the freak out of losing Tommy. It was the war, one person shouted and then more joined in. They were letting people that made war join this server, this safe place. Who would be next? Xisuma wasn’t making it safe anymore. The new server was a problem and he was a problem.

All of Grian’s eyes started looking around, some of them peering into other places on the server. He just needed to find the admin and set things right. He was still dizzy, but Grian pushed himself to his feet, talons scraping on the ground. He dragged himself towards the front door and then flew into the air. The sky started darkening and thunder rumbled before purple magic swirled around him to help bring him to his destination.

Philza stumbled, putting a hand to his head. Wilbur caught him before he could fall. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t know.” Philza managed to get out, a wave of nausea hitting him. His wings felt heavy and they unfolded, now dragging on the ground. Wilbur cursed next to him and then started talking to someone. It sounded like it was probably Techno. Philza felt weak on his feet, but for a moment the rest of his strength returned. Something in his mind was screaming that he needed to get out of there.

Wilbur called out, trying to get Philza to stop as a raven flew away to escape dangers he couldn’t see.

Crumb jumped as thunder struck and she shifted to a more humanoid form, though her hair retailed her signature calico colors. “Dat was waaay too loud!”

“Yeah, I know. My friend Fundy gets scared by lightning a lot due to him being a hybrid. I’m not sure I could deal with sensitive ears like that.” Tubbo moved a hand towards some burn scars he had. It managed to go unnoticed by Crumb, but Sparklez.

“What happened?” He asked, making Tubbo realize what he was doing. “You don’t have to say if it’s a sore subject.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” Tubbo looked down at their feet. “I just got trapped before some people killed me with firework rockets. But that was before. Instead of president, I’m Admin Tub-”

There was another sound of thunder as a bolt of lightning struck near them. Crumb and Tubbo both covered their ears while Sparklez shielded them. He blinked the spots out of his eyes, glad that his sunglasses helped with some of the blinding light. Where the lightning had struck stood a form. The captain assumed it would be a skeleton horse that spawned due to the storm, but it was much taller. Another bolt of lightning lit up the creature and Sparklez drew his sword. “What’s a harpy doing here?!”

“Harpy?” Tubbo asked before seeing the looming form of whatever was being referred to.

“A type of bird hybrid, though normally they’re smaller.. But either way, they shouldn’t be in this dimension.”

“They shouldn’t be in this dimension. Shouldn’t be in this dimension.” Sparklez’s voice echoed clearly.

“Oh my god, that’s not a fucking harpy!” Tubbo exclaimed as he started to fumble for his communicator. He needed to warn someone now.

“God, god, god!” the ‘harpy’ parroted back. Another bolt of lightning lit him up and Tubbo froze as Grian’s bright purple watcher eyes all looked down on the trio.

“We need to run!” Tubbo grabbed Sparklez and Crumb and started pulling them away. Their communicator ended up on the ground in the scramble to run and a taloned foot stepped on it, breaking it into pieces.

Tommy was stirred by his sleep from his communicator buzzing followed by rumbling thunder. He yawned with a small shiver and looked around to see Grian was gone. “Bitch coulda woken us up too.” Tommy complained before pulling out his communicator. More messages started coming in, so he scrolled up to read the first one.

<Tubbo_> Grian’s a watcher again! We need help!

<Tubbo_> We’re in thjgrknilvsfehmdb

<Iskall85> What? Mumbo was supposed to be watching him

<Hbomb94> What’s going on?

<Docm77> Nothing good.

Tommy scrolled through the messages as he shook Mumbo awake.

<FalseSymmetry> Why isn’t Xisuma responding?

<Iskall85> I’m trying to see where his comm is. <Iskall85> shit, both his and Tubbo’s are completely down.

<BdoubleO100> What are we going to do?!

When Mumbo complained about being woken up, Tommy shoved his communicator in the redstoner’s face. Reluctantly Mumbo took it and started reading and Tommy moved to wake up the bots. After a few seconds, Mumbo jumped up. “Grian’s not here!”

“Yeah, I saw! He’s wherever Tubbo is but no one knows where that is! And apparently Xisuma is fucking dead or something!”

“Oh this is very not good!”

“You think?!” Tommy manages to wake the bots up. “Last week he was worried about us, so maybe we can convince him again?”

“I don’t know, it’s a little different every time.”

“Well that’s just great!” Tommy shouted, snatching his communicator back. 

<TommyInnit> If anyone gets eyes on Grian or Tubbo, send a message this way. If we can’t at least calm Grian down, I at least want to keep Tubbo safe.

“What’s going on? Jrumbot asked, sounding concerned.

“Something’s wrong with Dad.” Mumbo answered, picking Grumbot up. “Tommy can you fly down with Jrumbot?”

Tommy shook his head. “You know I’m stronger than you. You carry Jrumbot down, I’ll take Grumbot.”

Mumbo nodded and handed Grumbot to Tommy before the two glided down from the nest room.

The captain stood, weapon drawn as Grian walked closer. They moved towards a shop that was well lit and finally he got a good look at the watcher. He did indeed look like a harpy, though corrupted by the watcher magic. 

As Sparklez kept his eye on Grian, he felt a pang of sadness as he recognized something. Though for the most part the form was staying consistent, he could see feathers shifting unnaturally, the forms of arms becoming clearer and then fading from where the wings were. He had seen this before back when Crumb was first learning how to shapeshift, not quite sure how it worked. It made his wonder how much of this the watcher was in control of.

He didn’t have much more time to dwell on that train of thought as a wing swept towards him. He swung his sword, the blade cutting into the feathers. There was a screech of pain from the Watcher and he pulled back. He seemed to be ready to attack again but paused, tilting his head. Sparklez watched, trying to read his opponent, but then had to cover his face as Grian flew into the air, making the wind whip around. Before he could recover, he felt what felt like claws against his chest. They were gone a moment later as his back was slammed against a wall.

“No! Tubbox is my friend!” He heard Crumb speak, making him look back up. Grian had grabbed a now struggling Tubbo. Crumb was holding onto Tubbo as wings swiped at her, but she shifted her form and moved around to keep from being hit. Finally Grian started flying, dragging Tubbo along as well as Crumb as she refused to let go.

“Crumb! No! Let go!” Sparklez held out his arms, hoping she would let go and he could catch her. But she didn’t and the two of them were taken away by the Watcher as purple magic teleported them away. The captain fell to his knees, just staring at the now empty space in the air.

A raven landed in front of a building of blackstone and obsidian. It shifted back to human form and hit the button, sending a signal to the warden. He traveled through the nether portals to meet with Sam. Answers came out of his mouth that he couldn’t even understand, but it seemed the warden was able to. He was guided to a platform and soon he was walking across to a prison cell with Dream standing within it.

[loominggaia]

Fanfiction: New York (part 9)

This is a good long chapter, so get a snack and strap in!

Anonymous asked:

Trigger warning about this chapter. It contains Alaine and lukus beating up a sexual predator and Zeffer murdering a drug dealer. You have been warned.

Evan sat in his hospital bed pondering what nurse kimi told him. On one hand he was happy to know who was here to rescue him. He already knew Elska was here due to the news stories and was told Alaine, Lukus, Jeimos and Issac where here. He had a hunch Zeffer was here too, based on a news story he saw this morning of an local robber/murderer being killed in an unusual way. Found drained of blood with strange wounds on his neck. He wondered who else was here that just haven’t been confirmed.

On the other hand he had no way of contacting them and the rescue crew his location. Evan sighed, he’d have to get out here one way or another. His plan to act sane and be discharged seemed to be working, his doctors and therapist seemed happy at his ‘recovery’ but where not yet fully convinced. While progress was being made to get out on his own it was still slower then he wanted it to be. He needed to get out and stretch his legs, he was feeling rather weak staying in one room all day.

Alaine and Lukus took to the streets, ready to start their little hog hunting trip. Lukus was hesitant to do a hog hunt here but Alaine managed to convince him, it be a fast way of getting some cash and take out some frustration and some degenerates. They started their hunt in an allyway, Alaine leaving her armor back at base and picking up a discarded bottle, putting on her best giddy drunk girl act. Lukus followed close behind, staying hidden behind some trash cans to spring their trap.

It took awhile to get anything interesting, the few peoplethey encountered either completely ignored her or trying to help her. Thinking they wouldn’t get anything Alaine suddenly heard a male voice behind her. “Excuse me miss” Alaine turned around readying herself to see… Evan and Conner!? Alaine jumped at the sight, was that really him! Had she finally found him! And what was Conner doing here? Her moment of shock wore down quickly realizing ,no, It wasn’t them.

While these men may not have actually been Evan and Conner it was unsettling to Alaine how much a look alike’s they where. The Atlas look alike’s in blue uniforms introduced themselves, the Evan twin introduced himself as Officer Mattews and the Conner twin as Officer Conway. Officer Mattews told her they where here because they got some complaints of a drunk girl wandering around and where here to check in on her. “Shit” Alaine thought to herself.

They just had some questions for her like who she was,? Why she was here? If they could escort her home? The longer she spoke to them the more like Evan and Conner they seemed, Officer Mattews being calm and gentle sounding when speaking whereas Officer Conway just eyes her up suspiciously and was abit more rude with his questioning. Officer Mattews apologized on his behalf, saying he’s new to the force and not to kind him, they just wanted to make sure she was safe and sound.

Alaine was being friendly with the officers no matter how unsettled she was by them, keeping up her drunk girl act the whole time. She just wanted to go, clearly their hunt wasn’t gonna have any success here and she really didn’t want to get involved with this worlds police. She lied to them saying she had an apartment close by and was fine by her own, Officer Mattews was insistent on walking her back with clear worry while Officer Conway just looked indifferent and more judgemental.

Just as Alaine almost had them off her back Officer Conway saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned around, pulling out his taser and shouted at the trash cans “ I saw that, get up and hands where I can see them!”. Lukus had been watching everything from behind his post, also being shocked at how unsettlingly close to the real Evan & Conner these two police men where. His cover had been blown, guy must of seen him out of the corner of his eye. “Dammit” Lukus thought.

Lukus emerged from his hiding spot at the officers request, hands in the air and a look of bitter spite on his face. Conway kept his taser pointed at him with Mattews pulling his out and aimed his way. Officer Conway aggressively asked who he thinks he is, why he was hiding behind the trash and why’s he’s dressed like some wanna be Robin Hood? Lukus dodged the questions and shot some jabs back at him, only pissing the officer off. Mattews just asked him more calmly and walking closer to him.

Lukus was once again unhelpful to the officers request. Alaine was freaking out, they need Lukus here and he’s no use to Evans rescue behind bars. Needing some way of salvaging this and getting the officers off their backs Alaine made a quick move. “Lukieeee”!!! Alaine shouted in a high pitched, giddy tone, running up to Lukus and clinging to him. She kissed him on the cheek and was babbling about how he came to check on her. The officers lowered their tasers in confusion, Alaines plan working.

She introduced Lukus as her boyfriend to the officers, saying he’s alright and not to worry. Lukus was just as confused as they where but went along with the lie, saying he was just worried about her and making sure no one harmed her. The officers didn’t look entirely convinced but afew more kisses on Lukus’s cheeks by Alaine got them to back off, wishing the couple well. As soon as they where gone Alaine got off him and gagged, wiping off her lips much to Lukus’s amusement.

He tried to shoot an insult her way but just got a slap to the face. Alaine grabbing his shirt collar and with rage in her eyes said nobody is to ever know about this and she’ll beat his ass if he ever tells anyone! The pair moved on, clearly this was not that great a hunting spot and they needed somewhere alittle seedier. They contemplated giving up but the rumbling of their stomachs and the knowledge that they needed earth money pushed them onward.

Finding a new spot they set a different trap this time, Lukus fake tied Alaine to a gutter and simply waited behind a dumpster. The pair waited awhile for anyone to show up, wondering if anyone will? After what felt like hour of waiting their first customer arrived. A man in a business suit talking on the phone was coming down their way, the perfect prey. With their target in sight Alaine readied herself, letting out a panicked scream and pleaded for help!

The man got off his phone at the sounds of a women’s scream. He came running down the path to see a panicked women tied to a gutter, desperately trying to free herself. Alaine in her best hysterical crying was thanking him, begging for help. He asked her what happened and with fake tears streaming down her face and panic in her voice, she cried that some guy came out of nowhere, robbed her and tied her up and was asking him to free her and call the police!

The guy seemed to be buying Alaines sob story, Alaine amplified herself to full blown ugly crying and was saying she just wanted to go home, that she willing to do anything to be freed. At this their was a change in the man, “Anything”? He repeated. A wide, hungry smile spreading across his face. “Jack pot” Alaine thought. She shook her head, keeping up her act. The man eyes looked down lustfully at her and said he’s free her, if she’s willing to do something for him first?

Alaine in her best shaky voice asked what he wanted. His eyes traveled all up and doen her body as he told her that if she wants to be free, she has to let him have his way with her. If she said yes he’ll call the cops and get her untied and home safely. If she refuses he’ll simply leave her their to rot. He also told her to not even bother telling anyone about this arrangement, cause he’s got some rather very, very good lawyers that will sue her into the ground if she dare makes a peep.

Alaine knew she was gonna have some fun with this pig! She’d seen sick bastards like him before, knew his type all to well and was just to deliver swift justice onto this creep. She played up the act, asking in panic if their was any other way to which he simply told her it’s let him screw her or leave her their. She hesitantly agreed to his condition, his perverted smile spreading ear to ear and his bulge rising in his pants. Today was his lucky day he thought to himself.

Lukus watched this gross bastard from behind the dumpster, readying for his attack picking up a rusty pipe. The man was unzipping his pants and leaning over the helpless women, ready to claim his prize. As he reached over to grope her breast suddenly he felt a foot slam straight into his jaw. He nursed his jaw and saw that his soon to victim had kicked him, a smug smile on her face. This enraged him, he fumed and yelled, calling her a little bitch and raised his fist to hit her.

He never got his chance as just as he was raising his fist he felt a something hard hit the back of his head. He fell to the ground, his head spinning and bison blurred from the impact, he saw a hooded figure standing over him, a rusty pipe in hand. The women congratulated the assailant and pulled herself free and loomed over him. He tried to say something but a swift kick to the face shit him up, the women leaned over him with a sinister smile and for the first time in awhile, he felt pure fear

To say Alaine and Lukus made of mess of this pervert is an understatement. Having beat him every shade of black and blue to unconsciousness and robbed him blind, ending their torture by cutting off little manhood and tounge. Counting their prize money of nearly a thousand dollars they fled the scene of the crime, leaving their not so innocent victim behind to rot. The whole morning up till the afternoon they spent on this little hog hunt and saw some major success.

While as usual most people either ignored Alaine or tried to help her they managed to bag three more degenerate swine that day. A man and women who attempted to rob Alaine while she pretended to be either drunk or tied up and the third being another wanna be rapist, giving all three a good thrashing, robbed them blind and leaving each with a permanent reminder of their misdeeds. While Alaine was having fun she did have to admit, hog hunting just didn’t feel the same without Glenvar their.

She missed him, she missed him dearly. She wondered how Glenvar was doing back in Gaia? Probably trying to drink himself under the table again as usual? Alaine couldn’t wait to see him again and tell him all about this trip to another world, but to do that they need to get the captain back first. The two had a really good cash haul for today, their other three pigs hadn’t been nearly as rewarding as the first but it still seemed like a decent amount. They’d round the day off with one last hunt.

Alaine was in a back ally, luring in swine number 5 with her cutsey drunk girl act. This obvious creeper had been following her all the way down the allyway as she fake stumbled around, staring directly at her butt with an excited look on his creepy face. Alaine was leading him straight to Lukus’s hiding place, readying for another attack. Once the guy followed her into the spot and got greedy, moving faster and trying to reach out and grab her, only to get knocked to the ground in one swift hit

The pair wasted no time tag team beating the creeper to the ground, the pair kicking and hitting the dude as he cried out for help. The pair tried to silence him, delivering a quick kick to his face but he only screamed louder. “What’s going on back that their”? a familiar sounding voice called out. Two police men suddenly showed up, Officer Mattews and Conway arriving on the scene, seeing a familiar pair of faces beating a seemingly helpless man.

Lukus and Alaine felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over them, Evans look alike making it seem as if they had been caught by their captain. Mattews looked over them with a stern gaze while Conway already had his hands on the taser, asking them what they think their doing? The creep crawled his way out from under them, thanking the officers for coming to his rescue and shamelessly trying to blame the attack on them. That their crazy and he didn’t do anything wrong.

The pair told the officers it was self defense, Alaine saying the man tried to grab her. The perv had an over expressive shock adamantly denying her claim and saying she’s a psycho, that they need to lock those two up. Conway just eyes the three in distain and told Mattews why don’t they just arrest all three of them and get it done and over with? Mattews shot him down, they where not gonna arrest anyone yet but where gonna bring all three down to the station for questioning and sort this out.

Alaine and Lukus where panicking, they couldn’t afford to be sitting in a jail cell while the real Evan was still out their! They looked to one another as the officers approached and in a unanimous decision, bolted! Alaine took of one direction and Lukus the other direction. The officers shouted and took off after them, Officer Mattews Pursuing Alaine and Officer Conway towards Lukus. With the cops gone and no threat of a further beating the creeper fled as well.

Alaine ever thought she’d have to run away from Evan, much less his clone to avoid being arrested but here she is now. Alaine sprinted at full speed with Officer Mattews keeping a close pace yelling at her to stop. She made her way to the Main Street, opening up to massive crowds of people and asked no time slipping into the faceless hordes of people. Mattews still hot on her tail frantically searching around the crowd trying to follow her but losing her in the crowd.

Lukus never thought he’d have to run away from Connor of all people, much less his extra dimensional twin brother. Lukus bobbed and weaved around the alleyways, tossing trash cans and hoping fences to block the officers path with little luck. Officer Conway keeping a steady pass with Lukus through out the path, aggressively pursuing him. Lukus was gonna need a diversion of some sort to get this prick of his trail.

This diversion would come from a far nearly running into them on a side street. Slowing Officer Conway down enough to give Lukus enough time run and find some hiding spot. He spotted another dumpster in the allyway, hopping right into it to hopefully hide from Connors doppelgänger. Thankfully this worked as Conway ran right past it, cursing and trying to catch up to Lukus. Lukus waited inside the dumpster for alittle while after the footfalls stopped, exiting once the coast was clear.

Hours later the two managed to return to base individually. They took afew extra twist and turns as to make sure they where not being followed by the cops as they returned. Everyone was back at base already, settling down for dinner that night, this time being three big boxes of pizza. The two found out what the others where up to that day, Jeimos and Issac where out finding scrap metal to sell and Elska just did the same she did yesterday in searching the woods.

The pair dodged questions about what their day was like, just telling them about the Evan and Connor look alike’s they ran into and they got money. They ate their pizza in peace, Alaine, Lukus, Jeimos and Issac eating half the pizza and Elska eating the other half before heading off for bed. Zeffer was awake by now and got ready for his nightly patrol.

Zeffer searches the whole night once again, fortunately not running into those weirdos he had the night before but didn’t find Evan either. It was getting late and his vampiric hunger was calling to him once again, he needed a meal before going back to base. Stalking the allyways he came across a potential victim, seeing a pale man in wifebeater and jeans, smuge grin on his face talking to two junkies. Handing them so packages before telling them to get out his sight. He would do nicely.

Zeffer approached the dealer, keeping his face hidden. The dealer saw him and smiled, saying he hadn’t seen him around here before? Asking if he needed a little pick me up and what he’d like, opening the truck of his car showing a variety of drugs, everything from needles, bags of rocks, powder and plants Zeffer didn’t have the names for. The dealer stared at the stranger, thinking he could make one last sale for tonight and go home. He never would as Zeffer attacked, sinking his fangs into him.

The dealer screamed and shoved Zeffer off, grabbing his wounded neck as blood leaked out. Only then did he see his attackers face, the ghostly pale skin, sunken burning eyes and fangs dripping in his blood. The dealer screamed in pure terror, reaching for his glock but was intercepted, the vampire grabbing him and finishing him off. He kicked and screamed but his efforts where futile, his body falling lifeless to the ground after Zeffer was done.

Having finished his evening meal Zeffer took a look at his victims belongings. Pilfering his cash and leaving the drug filled car behind, he had quite abit of money on him and defintion wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Zeffer headed back to base for tonight with his bounty in tow. After he left some druggies made their way through the allyway, all eager for their next hit with cash at the ready. Instead of seeing their usual dealer they saw the grizzly sight before them, looking on in horror.

The also noticed his trunk was open and all his stash exposed. Stepping around their former dealers body they took everything they could grab and booked it. Eager to enjoy this big hit and didn’t want to stick around to see if whoever killed their dealer was still around.

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I love this story. Anon, everyone is so in-character and it’s great! Every chapter just leaves me wanting more. TO BE CONTINUED...?

[lightyagamiis]

My Time - Introduction

Pairing: reader x jungkook

Genre: time travel au, fluff, angst, future smut

Warnings: language, implied sex, mentions of blood at end

Word Count: 1.7k

“i can’t call ya, i can’t hold ya, oh i can’t. and yes you know, yes you know. oh i can’t call ya, i can’t touch ya, oh i can’t.”

next part

Jungkook POV:

year 2075

I was running. And I knew if I stopped...I would be dead within minutes.

My feet filled with pain each step I took, feeling as if my skin was slowly ripping from the bottoms.

I couldn't remember how long I've been running, I just know I needed to keep moving.

The yell's from my pursuers came from the distance behind me...they were catching up.

"The portal has to be here somewhere!" I whispered to myself.

My eyes darted in every direction in front of me, hoping and praying to a god that I would find it, before the ones chasing me found me.

I was out of breath and fixing to be out of time.

But then my luck kicked in.

The blue light of the portal slowly came into view. I smiled out of happiness, relief, and exhaustion. I WAS going to get out of here.

Once I reached the portal, I dropped down to my knees, flinging my backpack from my body and onto the ground. I pulled from it any tool I would need.

My plan?

To shut off the portal once I stepped inside.

Once my person has fully jumped through the light it will shut off immediately, and won't be turned back on unless they get the code. The code only I will create and have.

I opened the side panel of the portal, pulling out all the wires and tablets that helped run it and I got to work.

Their yells got closer, I was once again running out of time, but no luck.

I plugged in different wires and rewired some. The portal light turned off, then came back on.

"YES!!" I chanted, quickly throwing everything back into the panel and my tools back in the pack.

I flung the backpack onto my shoulders, quickly standing up and walking to the front of the portal.

"Jungkook! Stop!"

I heard the clicking of guns and felt the barrels pointed at my back.

I raised my hands up and slowly turned around to face them.

"Don't do this!" Namjoon begged, his hands shaking and gripping to his gun.

"You won't shoot me." I said, "and you can't."

Namjoon shook his head, "you're right. that's why you ARE going to cooperate and come back with us."

I chuckled, looking down at the ground. The night sky grew darker, which also meant I was wasting more time, "and if I don't cooperate? you'll shoot?"

"He might not, but I will."

I looked back up, seeing Yoongi slowly taking steps in front of Namjoon.

Yoongi's eyes were glossy, he was trying so hard to hold back his tears, "please man, don't do this."

"You know I have to do this. I don't have any other choice, Yoongi!" I snapped, "they will kill me once you bring me back to camp."

Yoongi shook his head, the tears now falling down his face.

I glanced around at the others...Jimin...Jin...Hoseok...Taehyung...Namjoon. They all had the same expression as Yoongi.

"Just come with us, don't make this harder." Taehyung begged, lowering his gun.

"No," I said, "I won't. And once I step foot in this portal it will shut off. You won't be able to catch me."

They continued to beg me to stay, I glanced at my watch, I only have two more minutes before the portal will shut off by itself.

"I love you guys," I looked at each of their faces one last time, "but I am out of time."

I turned around quickly, taking what little sprint I had left in me to run to the light.

"SHOOT HIM!" Namjoon screamed.

But it was too late.

I pushed my body through the portal.

Y/N POV:

present day:

You tapped the eraser of your pencil to your notebook, staring off into space out the window.

The voice of your science professor echoed in the background.

You watched the clouds slowly drift by, wishing and wanting nothing more than to be on that cloud, having it take you away from reality, from college, from your home life. Everything.

To drift away on that cloud to far away lands and counties. It would be the perfect way to travel.

Who wouldn't want to have their own personal cloud to travel with?

"Miss Y/L/N," your professor calls to you, jumping you not only out of your cloud chasing but also scared you half to death, you look to the front of the class, directly at him, "would you like to tell us the answer to the two elements or tell us what is so interesting out that window?"

The whole class snickered, now making you angry and embarrassed.

"Sorry, sir." you said nodding your head.

He nodded back to you, then turned around towards the whiteboard, teaching again.

You watched your classmates slowly turn back around, and then you sighed.

Life sucks sometimes doesn't it?

The school day came to an end. You stopped and picked up some fried chicken from your favorite fast-food restaurant, then jumped on the subway for the ride to your apartment or well, the station by your apartment.

You walked out of the station and down the street until you reached your apartment building.

Unlocking the door, you walked in to immediately be met with clothes on the floor, spreading out across the apartment leading to your roommate's door.

You sighed, slamming the door behind you on purpose.

The voice of your roommate and whoever it was that she was fucking could be heard from her room.

You dropped your backpack on the kitchen table and your bag of now an empty box from your fried chicken.

Your roommate, slowly walked out from her room, peeking around the corner.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" she shouted, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

She walked over to you, crossing her arms and thinking her lips in a firm line.

"Who else is here, Hana?" you harshly spoke, staring her up and down.

Hana looked down at her oversized tee shirt and long socks, "umm Mark from my English class."

You raised a brow slowly turning away from her, "that would have been nice to know before returning home."

"Y/N, listen I am sorry, but you usually stay late on Fridays so I didn't think you'd be back yet."

You sighed, "well guess you lost track of time," you stared at her, the look on her face did say she was sorry, "but it's fine, I forgive you."

She smiled, "thank you."

You nodded, "but are you guys ya know, done yet?"

Hana gave you this look, which told you she wasn't.

You nodded again, taking your phone and wallet from your backpack and shoving them into your jacket pockets.

"I am leaving, have your fun." You said turning on your heels and towards the door.

"You don't have to leave, Y/N." Hana whispered.

You opened the door, shaking your head, "I don't want to be here right now, plus I want to make some stops so enjoy Mark and try to be done by the time I get back."

You stepped out, closing the door behind you.

You loved Hana. She's your best friend since forever and you can't stay mad at her, you two grew up together. But you hated when she brought people home to sleep with. There were only two people you've ever approved of Hana being with, but Hana is a nonstopping train, constantly moving and never slowing down.

You walked to the nearest cafe, ordering your favorite coffee and taking a seat by the window.

You watched the sky turn dark and the stars came out. Watched as the people walked up and down the street.

You wish something more interesting would happen. You felt that your life was going forward but at the same time put on pause. You do the same routine every day, nothing ever-changing.

"Can something actually happen to me?" you mumbled, spinning the spoon around in your coffee cup.

As if on cue, a bright blue light popped up, nearly blinding you and the others in the cafe.

You squint your eyes, seeing a circular shape out of the light but something also coming through it.

Wait no. It wasn't something, it was someone.

He fell through the light, landing on top of your table, the coffee cup falling and crashing to the ground.

The blue light disappeared, turning the cafe to normal.

You stared down at the man who just came from it, he wasn't moving.

"Hello?" you asked him, putting two of your fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. He was alive.

The touch of your cold fingers to his neck jolted him awake. He lifted his head up at you, his face was confused and scared.

He jumped up from the table almost falling back over.

"Hey are you okay?" you asked, "where did you come from?"

He looked around and then back at you.

"Where am I? What timeline is this? What year is it?" he asked the question quickly.

Before you could answer, he winced in pain, leaning over the table. One hand gripping the side of the table, the other covering his lower abdomen.

Your eyes went to his abdomen, seeing blood spill through his fingers.

"Let me see." you said forcing his hand from his side.

Your eyes widened, "you've been shot!"

"No shit," The man said shaking his head, "they actually shot me."

He covered his wound again, gritting his teeth at the pain.

"You need to go to the hospital!" you panicked, taking your phone from your pocket, ready to dial 911.

"No!" he shouted, taking the hand from the table and gripping it on your arm, "you can't do that!"

"And why not?!" You shouted, panicking even more, "I need to help you!"

"Do you have medical training?" he asked.

You slowly nodded, "I am a doctor in training. But I am also still going through college and I haven't finished yet."

"That's fine," he said gripping your arm tighter, "take me anywhere but the hospital, I'll explain later. Please" he begged.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, thinking. Finally you nodded, "okay, I know a place."

It probably wouldn't be a good idea, but the only place you can think of to give him the medical treatment he needs that isn't a hospital is your own apartment.

"Hana is going to have a field day with this."

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Heya Can I please uh Get a sett x vastaya reader Scenario where she comes to his pit to fight because she needs money to help her tribe get rebuilt?

Ok so first of all thanks for the request and sorry for a very very late post and second if you're like referring to rebuilding houses in a tribe you actually can't cuz vastayan people live harmony with nature so that means no cutting trees and you get your needs from nature....... but I'll think of something like a money crisis or something.

Yeah sorry.........again.

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SETT X VASTAYAN READER

For many years, your people live in peace. away from the dangers of the outside world but that doesn't mean you were selfish and un-kind, instead they used magic not for fighting but to offer help to other vastayan, they would take refugees, heal them, and take care of other Vastayans that were scarred by the war.

Decades past many happened in Ionia but being seculded in the hidden forest in the land, generations of your tribe have forgotten what's the outside world like and believe that it's only a myth.

Then an unexpecting day came. Since your tribe offers help more and more Vastayans seek their hand for help and that cause a problem.

A big problem.

There was too much population and your home became overcrowded after a new tribe came, said they were attack overnight and barely survived, it was no problem in sharing and rationing your supplies but nature had given too much.

Being the Chief's eldest daughter you volunteered to search outside your hidden home to find a way to help them.

So with a heavy heart your family and people bid you good luck and safe travel.

Days past you discovered many things and places, you found different kinds of Vastayans, good and also bad people.

One day you came to a Forest market you ask many people but some spoke in a strange language while some walked away from you until you meet this cute Vastayan couple named Rakan and Xayah, you were surprised that they can speak (mainly Xayah) using the old Vastayan Language.

From Xayah's stories she is looking for her lost tribe and planned on making a rebellion or something? While Rakan only follow and support his lover.

You told them about your problem and they suggested that you go far towards the main city, you took the suggestion and thank them for their help, bidding them good bye you turned into leave but not before Xayah called you back.

"Hey not being a bother or anything but you said there was a new tribe that came to yours right?, Is there perhaps a man-." She then continued to explain a man who she claim her father and ask if he was in the same tribe, shaking your head you said that you haven't see anyone that look like her father.

"Don't worry Xayah I'm positive they're out there somewhere and you'll find them I believe in you, just don't lose hope ok?". You re-assured her as she thanked you.

"Here Y/N don't forget to hide does ears and tail of yours, they're a dead give away." She held out a dark cloak made from a smooth Ionian silk, after that you waved them goodbye.

"Good luck and don't get yourself killed kid!! See ya, Hey Xayah wait for meeeeee!!!." Rakan shouted before chasing after his beloved.

"You do know I'm quite older than you right?." You asked him well more to yourself before shrugging it off and beginning your journey towards the city in Ionia.

It took a whole day getting there making you arrived at night. you then wore the cloak Xayah gave you and blend in with the crowd, it was similar as back in the Forest market but instead of Vastayan or shape-shifters that was walking around it was full on strange creatures that you believe were humans like the elders told in their stories and unlike back home with of trees and nature instead it was this weird tall structures and no Vastayan in sight.

then your ears hear this wired clinking of metal that you decided to investigate, looking around you found the source and saw a human passing three of those round gold things in exchange for a fruit then you saw another and another.

It was some kind of currency just like yours but a little different.

You then followed a big human man that was carrying a huge sack of those while being vigilant, you then came across a much more big architecture with a lot of suspicious people entering inside.

Moving forward, you see the man you followed giving it towards a round hat wearing man and seeing that some were doing it too.

You perk up along with other people when you hear a feminine voice at the passageway then people run towards the voice being unlucky you got shove in, you tried squeezing your body in the crowd, few tries you finally reach the end but loss you footing, you catch yourself by slamming your hand in a flat wooden furniture.

startled the man and the woman who you believe was yelling looked at you with widen eyes they talked to you in a much more different language, you look at them dumbfounded before shrugging you shoulders.

The woman rolled her eyes before grabbing a hold of your right arm and pulled you, being curious you let her.

Walking deep inside you tried talking to her but she didn't payed you attention, a short walk you were then push towards an opening.

You stumbled before getting blinded by a golden light you raised an arm to cover your face, turning back you looked and see the woman on the tunnel motioning you to walk, looking behind you see a stone platform.

"Huh?." you pipe up looking back at her, you point yourself and then towards the platform.

She nod her head yes then showing you her thumbs pointing upwards before turning around and walked back, you look down at you hands and trying to copy what she did while walking towards the platform.

( ՞ਊ ՞）→ Sett's POV :

Another night with a line people that aren't strong enough to beat me.

"Welp who can say no to money anyway?." I chuckled cracking my knuckles and do small stretching.

I look below on the balcony to see a cloaked figure walking in the middle of the pit, I see their attention in their hands.

You're fighting me and you're already scared?, pathetic.

I scoff before walking back and down towards the pit.

A few seconds later I walked out and face them.

"Hey! you're the first contender?, Guess this will be an easy win." I stare at my clenched fist after wearing my golden brass knuckles.

Smirking I turned my head but to my surprise they we're still busy with the hands.

"Oi!, Are ya' listening to me or you're deaf?." I shouted by now the people were listening to me watching in interest.

I growled, losing my patience I stomp towards them right arm pulled back.

"I said are ya' deaf or stupid?." Reaching them I throw my right straight to there face. before my knuckles can touch there face they simply blocked it with their palm.

They looked up making me see their- I mean her face, she looked at me with her E/C colored eyes before glaring at me, She jumped back looking at her palm then back to me.

"Heh, good to have your attention. Now can you fight?." I punch my hand to my palm smirking, she tilted her head then she move to take off her cloak.

Once the clothing was off my widen when I see a pair of ears on top of her head like mine with a long thick fur tail swishing behind her.

"Vastayan?." I growled "then I guess I'll be lying when I say this won't hurt." I then charge at her.

We both begin to fight I keep punching her but she dodges fast while we were does this she keep talking in a weird ass language I can't understand.

She then growled in annoyance before tackling me with a surprising strength, strandling me she clunch the neckline of my clothes and smash her lips on mine.

I stared with wide eyes at her. the kiss didn't last long she quickly stood up and talk finally in a language I can understand.

"Sorry I had to do that it was the fastest way I can learn you language." She apologize before holding out her hand at me.

"Here let me help you." She said I grab it and she pulled me up without breaking a sweat.

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"So your telling me? You came from your invisible home-."

"Hidden actually-."

"To find what exactly?." I asked feeling a tick mark growing in my forehead still feeling a little embarrassed from the kiss earlier.

"Something to help them like finding extra supplies using that." She pointed behind me and I turned my hand and see the money we collected from different bets.

"Ya want Noxian money?." I questioned

"If that's what you call it yes." She said without hesitation.

"Ha! Look girly I ain't a charity work I own that money and I'm not just about to give that to some Vastayan tribe, they can starve for all I care." I puff out my chest laughing at her.

"Fine then I'll do anything you want but in exchange I need a few sack of those what about that?." She growled not liking what I just said about her tribe.

"Hmm, guess I can't let a good deal like that fly away then exchange for maybe 5 of those you have to fight in my pit for a whole month, deal?." I hold out my hand.

"I do not know how long this month you are talking about but sounds delightful to me, sure!." She grab my hand tightly and shook it with great force.

"Ok! Ok! Stop it." I snatch my hand away shaking off some off the pain from her grip.

How is she so strong?!

"Be here tomorrow early in the morning then we'll talk business." I turned around walking away from her, but few steps away I can hear someone following me.

I look over my shoulder and see her behind me.

"Why are you following me?." I asked gritting my teeth.

"Well since we made a deal it's a tradition to follow the dealer for a better end of-". I cut her off.

"You don't have a place to sleep do you?."

"Yes! Can I sleep with you?". She didn't even feel ashamed of herself.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF-!".

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[masterjedilenawrites]

The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 24

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Fluffity romanceness

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 24: Several Plans Later

The days passed by languidly, but not quite peacefully. There was always an edge, an anxiety in the back of your mind, reminding you this was only temporary. You were in the eye of a hurricane and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the storm hit.

It had been awkward that first day, at least from your perspective. The first thing you had remembered upon waking up was falling asleep on the chest of Boba Fett. He was no longer in the bed with you, and the thought of him having to pry himself from your clinging form at some point made you quite embarrassed. And when he'd eventually come to you, helping you up to stretch and giving you food, but only asking a few questions to gauge your pain before falling into silence, you were absolutely mortified. Had you been too bold? Was the kiss you shared even as special as you remembered? Maybe you'd thrown yourself at him in a tired delusion and now he was just trying to be polite?

But soon enough, you realized that moment had meant something to him... that you meant something to him. The time for bold declarations had passed, and now he was showing you his feelings. It was subtle, but so was everything else about him.

You saw it in the way he handled you as you began to test out your strength, placing a supportive hand where needed but never preventing you from taking the steps yourself. You saw it as he let you contribute to the plans he was crafting for your meeting with the Empire. And every so often, if you were quick enough, you'd catch it in his face when he thought you weren't looking... a softness among his otherwise tense features, a slight smile in his lips, a glow in his eyes. Knowing that you alone could put him at ease gave you the spark you needed to get better.

It had now been a few weeks since, full of resting and exercising and planning. The Slave I was in deep space, far from any travel routes. Only once had he taken the ship to get supplies, another scruffy outer rim planet full of thugs and outlaws. But even there, word of Boba Fett's bounty had traveled, and a small group of bandits had tried taking you. They'd been much easier to shake off than your other hunters, but neither one of you were willing to risk coming out of space like that again.

More encouraging, however, was the progress of your recovery. Your wrists were now scarring and could be moved about with only minimal stiffness. The cut on your cheek, as well as the various bruises you'd accumulated around your body, had disappeared. And you could not only walk without limping, but you'd also began to workout at Boba's insistence. They were simple exercises, just enough to help you be agile in case another fight were to ensue. He didn't like the thought of you caught in such a struggle again, but he accepted it was a possibility and wanted you to be prepared.

You had just finished your workout for the day, settling yourself onto a crate in the cargo hold to catch your breath. This was where most of Boba's planning took place, complete with maps and diagrams strewn across the floor. Some days you found it fascinating; it was like taking a peek inside the inner workings of his mind. But other days, like today, you didn't have the patience to sit through another run-down of variables. Some questions seemed impossible to answer, you reckoned, so why not just dive in and deal with whatever happens then?

"What is this, our tenth back-up plan now?" you asked, finishing off your canteen of water.

Boba was standing across from you with arms folded, frowning at what seemed to you like a mess on the floor. He only looked up briefly with an unamused grunt.

You hadn't kissed him since that first time in his bunk. You were mostly okay with taking this new aspect of your relationship with him slowly, but it was times like this you wished you had the guts to saunter over and plant one on him, just to get him to relax a bit.

Instead, you played it safe, wanting him to make the first move when he was ready, and settled for another quip. "You should probably put your helmet back on if you're going to scowl like that. It's not nice to look at."

That seemed to do the trick. He sighed and rubbed at his face, as if trying to wipe away the worry and tension that had gathered there. "Sorry. I just... get caught up sometimes."

"I know," you shrugged. You pushed yourself further back on the crate to rest your back against the wall. "So how many more possibilities do you need to exhaust before we can actually do something? I think that first plan we came up with is fine."

He squatted down to fiddle with some of the things on the floor. "If it's fine, it isn't good enough."

You suppressed a groan and he gave you a knowing look. "What? I've gotten better now, stronger. I'm ready to go. You know I am."

"Yes, which is why these plans are important. You..." he hesitated, unsure if you'd appreciate what he had to say. "You have a tendency to leap without looking. I'm just trying to be your eyes for you and cover your back."

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something in your defense, but closed it when you couldn't think of anything. He was right.

"Also..." he started to say. He was toying with a pile of metal he'd clipped from a grate and shaped into little rings. They'd symbolized various parts of his plans, from people to ships to planets. What the pile of them was supposed to be in this plan, you weren't sure, but you watched as his fingers deftly twirled them around, waiting for him to continue.

"What?" you had to eventually urge him on. He seemed suspiciously shy all of a sudden, like he had been when he'd confessed his feelings for you.

"I know you said you're doing this for closure. But I can't help but wonder if a part of you is also wanting... revenge?"

There was weight to the word as he said it, like he understood just how poisonous and all-consuming it really was to hold onto. You'd been wrestling with the idea every day since you'd heard the Empire had invaded your home. You didn't want revenge, but you didn't not want it, either.

"My father was killed when I was young. Right in front of me. The man responsible was praised as a hero and I wanted nothing more than for him to meet the same fate." He shook his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. "I sought vengeance and was blinded by it. I trusted people who hurt me. I pushed away others who wanted to help. I wasted so much of my life."

You were surprised by his openness, realizing this was the first time you'd learned something meaningful about his past. The urge to go to him, to shower him with affection, grew stronger, but you didn't want to overwhelm him while he was so vulnerable.

"Did you do it?" you asked, matching the quietness of your voice with his. "Kill the man that killed your father?"

Boba finally let his eyes meet yours. His mouth quirked up. "No. An old friend talked me out of it."

Hondo. You nodded your head, though the fact didn't quite help you understand their weird dynamic any better.

Boba crawled closer to you. "I don't want you to get caught up in the same mistakes I did. Especially when you have other things to fight for."

He took hold of one of your bare feet, still smiling slightly.

"What are you doing?" you looked down at him, puzzled.

He still had one of the little metals rings in his hand and was now slipping it onto your toe. It wasn't exactly like the toe ring you'd mysteriously lost, but he had remembered the detail, even amongst all your bickering, and that's what made it special.

"One for your old life," he whispered, kissing the top of the foot with your gold ring. He then moved to kiss the other foot, with his new ring for you. "And one for your new life."

He shot you a shy smile, looking for you to react somehow. But you were having a hard time getting your emotions out. You wanted to blush and smile and cry and laugh all at once. So instead you sat there with your mouth slack, staring at him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, now worried.

There was only thing you could think to do. Abandoning your previous intent to take things slow, you surged forward, gripping the sides of his head and pulling his mouth to yours. You kissed him hard and fast and passionate. He was caught off guard at first, but eventually got his wits about him and kissed you back with equal fervor. It was sloppy and chaotic, but it was wonderful.

It became clear that while you had been waiting for him to make a move, he'd been doing the same, both of you unsure how to progress with such a change in relationship. But now that you'd broken past the uncertainty, you knew moments like these would be plentiful going forward.

He managed to rise slightly from the floor while keeping his lips locked with yours. He leaned into you briefly and then slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you up to rest against his hips as he stood fully. You wrapped your legs around his waist and broke the kiss for air.

Your forehead rested against his as the two of you caught your breaths. You looked into his eyes, soft and brown and beautiful. "It's more than okay," you breathed, answering the question he'd already forgotten. You laughed at the confused crease that formed in between his eyes, leaning back enough to bring your thumb up to run along it. "It's perfect."

The smile, the grin, he gave you made your heart skip a few beats. You kissed him again, more chaste this time, but still eager. He ate up each little peck of your lips, letting you drop to the floor so he could run his hands through your hair as well.

You pulled away again, locking your fingers behind his head. "You're right," your mouth just by his so you could feel his breath. "I have so much more to fight for."

He continued to fondly comb his fingers through the strands of your hair. You didn't realize he was such a fan of it, even when it was messy from your workout and lack of a proper shower. He leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"And you're right, too," he said, pulling your head to rest against his chest. "It's time to stop planning and actually fight now."

[the-delta-42]

War Circle

War Circle 4

Fresh Start

The circumstances of Damocles’ fall from power and his subsequent death were all over the news, some claiming he hadn’t done anything wrong, while others openly condemning him and being apathetic about his death, showing more concern to the two officers that were also killed. For the staff, everyone who left had been contacted and informed that they were to go to work the next week in order to meet the new principle.

“Who do you think it’ll be?” Asked Michael, scribbling down some phone numbers of the various landlords in Paris.

“Hopefully someone who doesn’t make exceptions for certain students.” Muttered Caline, tossing her phone on the table.

“I take it Mr baby daddy isn’t responding.” Said Michael, as he jotted down another number.

“No.” Caline bit out, before turning to look at him, “You seem very calm about this.”

“About what?” Asked Michael, not looking up, “That I’m struggling to find a place to live or that we’re meeting our new boss in a few days?”

“That fact I’m pregnant.” Said Caline, making Michael look at her.

“You’re not the first pregnant woman I’ve been in contact with,” Said Michael, taking his glasses off, “Marlene was a near nightmare, although she suffered from vitamin deficiency, she blamed that on me and the twins.”

Caline frowned, “Why would she blame that on you?”

Michael froze, before swearing, “I thought I told people.”

“Told people what?” Questioned Caline, feeling irate at the subject.

“Marlene is one of my exes,” Said Michael, rubbing a hand over his face, “the twins, Samuel and Brianna, are my children.”

Caline’s pencil snapped in her hand.

“And how,” Asked Caline, her voice dangerously sweet, “do you forget about something like that?”

“Because Marlene left me around the seven-month mark and didn’t tell me they were born until last year,” Said Michael, “they’re two or three, I believe, and Marlene made it all too clear that I’m not to go anywhere near them.”

“If she didn’t want you near them, why did she tell you about them?” Asked Caline, her anger dissipating.

“She didn’t.” Replied Michael, darkly, “Her dad and brother came to find me and informed me about their births.”

Caline winced, “That must’ve gone down well.”

“Considering they punched me a few times before telling me,” Snapped Michael, “yeah, it went down really well.”

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, and exhaled sharply, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve snapped.”

“It’s fine,” Responded Caline, moving to sit next to Michael on the sofa, “can I asked how they reacted?”

“Shocked, surprised, angry,” Said Michael, leaning back into the sofa, “They didn’t believe that I was in the dark until they spoke to her, and, boy, were they pissed off.”

Caline was silent, watching a myriad of emotions travel through Michael’s eyes.

“I think you would’ve made a good dad.” She said, suddenly.

“Thanks.” Smiled Michael, before his phone went off.

“No, little one, I’m not helping you fix a date for your boyfriend and his girlfriend.” Said Michael, referring to the clusterfuck that was Marinette, Adrien and Kagami.

Michael suddenly stiffened, before sitting up straight, “Archie, I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister. Right, okay. Are they okay? Alright, I’ll send you the address, mind you it is in France, ah, right, okay then.”

Michael hung up before staring at his phone.

“Is everything alright?” Asked Caline, making Michael turn to her.

“That was Archie, the twin’s grandfather,” Said Michael, his tone shocked, “Apparently he just saw Marlene backhand Sam, they’re sending the twins to stay with me.”

WC

Marinette’s forehead rested on the table, with Adrien and Kagami both staring at her.

“You know what, since this is going so well for you two, I’ll just go.” Said Marinette, starting to get up.

“NO!” Adrien and Kagami cried, each grabbing one of her hands and preventing her from leaving.

“Guys,” Protested Marinette, trying not to combust, “It’s not a date if it’s three people, if it’s three people, it’s called third-wheeling.”

Marinette quickly yanked her hands out of their grip and sped off.

“Does…Does she not know we’re dating?” Asked Kagami, in disbelief.

Adrien’s face fell, “She knows, I don’t think she knows that we’re dating her as well.”

“Luka knows!” Exclaimed Kagami, “Is she really that blind?!”

“Yes.” Said Alya, making Adrien and Kagami jump.

“How long have you been there?” Demanded Adrien, trying to steady his heart rate.

“A couple hours,” Said Alya, idly checking her phone, “Nino said he saw you and Kagami drag Marinette in here and I came for the blackmail material.”

Adrien gaped at Alya, while a stranger just said, “True friendship.”

“Although, seriously,” Said Alya, sliding into Marinette’s seat, “you’re gonna need to be a bit blunter if you want Mari to join in with you.”

“How?” Asked Adrien, leaning forwards, while Kagami rested her arms on the table.

“Well, for one,” Said Alya, leaning forwards as well, “you don’t let her walk out!”

Adrien and Kagami stared at her dumbfounded, before they realised what Alya just said. Both ran out of the Café, racing to catch up with Marinette.

Alya just smirked as Alix walked up to the table and started helping themselves to the forgotten drinks.

“That worked out better than I expected.” Commented Alya, drinking Marinette’s milkshake.

Adrien scanned the area, trying to spot Marinette, Kagami sent a text to Luka, asking him to help them search, before Ladybug crashed into a fountain. Both teens stopped as Ladybug sluggishly got to her feet.

“I expected more.” Said a haughty, cold voice.

A figure whose head resembled a dog, while his body was clearly human hidden beneath tattered robe, as if he was one of the dead. Ladybug groaned, before the creature rushed towards her. He got within three feet of her, before a wall of ice erupted from the ground.

“ANUBIS!” Bellowed Timber Wolf, landing between the dead man and Ladybug, “Don’t take another step towards her.”

The last part was a growl, as the temperature started to go down quickly.

“Timber Wolf,” Greeted Anubis, cocking his head to the side, “Where’s your little toy?”

A whip suddenly wrapped itself around his throat, throwing Anubis into a set of trees. Constrictor narrowed her eyes.

“Call me toy one more time,” Hissed Constrictor, Adrien was fairly certain that he heard a rattling sound, “I, fucking, dare you.”

Anubis looked around him, silently deciding he was outnumbered. He quickly grabbed the first civilian he could. Which, in this instance, was none other than Lila Rossi.

“Hey!” Yelled Lila, writhing in the Miraculous holder’s grip, “Let me go!”

Anubis sneered, before slowly fading into dust, taking Lila with him.

“No!” Yelled Ladybug, rushing forwards, “Fuck!”

Timber Wolf was quiet, silently looking around.

“Wasn’t that girl supposed to be abroad?” Asked Timber Wolf, as Lila’s mother unfroze.

“Why didn’t you do anything?!” Demanded Mrs. Rossi, glaring at the heroes.

Ladybug opened her mouth, before Timber Wolf placed a hand in her shoulder, “I’ll deal with this.”

“We didn’t do anything, Madam,” Said Timber Wolf, “Because, up until recently, that man was supposed to be dead.”

“You let an Akuma kidnap my daughter!” Yelled Mrs. Rossi, her face red.

“Not an Akuma,” Said Timber Wolf, “Anubis is an Oathbreaker, someone who’s gained a Miraculous through dishonest and, in most cases, dishonourable means. Ladybug didn’t act because she didn’t know who or what Anubis was. The only reason I and my colleague weren’t on the back foot was because we’ve fought Anubis before. We also know he’s a cold-blooded killer if someone dared to get in his way or harm something, or someone, he’s decided to lay claim to.”

“Oh, and how do you know that?!” Demanded Mrs. Rossi, glaring at the hero.

“Because Anubis slaughtered almost everyone on my team.” Said Timber Wolf, his eyes cold and his face set in stone under his mask.

WC

Lila grunted as she was thrown to the floor.

“Not my usual pick, but you’ll do for a couple of weeks.” Said Anubis, using his claws to tear Lila’s clothes apart, “Let’s get you to cool off.”

Anubis dragged Lila by the ankle towards a refrigerated unit, making sure to bind her hands together to prevent her from opening the door from the inside. Anubis wrenched open the door and threw Lila in, “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

The unit went dark as soon as he closed the door.

WC

Marinette nervously chewed on her lip, carefully making sure that she didn’t damage the fabric she was embroidering. There was a quiet knock, making her pause and look up.

“Come in.” Called Marinette, from her desk.

“Hey, Marinette.” Said Adrien, nervously climbing into her room, with Kagami following behind him.

“Adrien, Kagami.” Said Marinette, turning her chair to face them, “How did your date go?”

“T-that’s actually what we wanted to talk about.” Said Adrien, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“If it’s about how I always seem to be there, I’m going to stop you,” Said Marinette, putting her project down, “You keep asking me to be there, so don’t even think about accusing me of butting in and do you even know what it’s called? It’s called third wheeling! I mean, the amount of pitied looks I get from other people! ‘Oh, look! There’s a happy couple and, uh-oh, they have a friend who’s not got anyone, let’s fucking pity her until she fucks off!’”

Adrien and Kagami nervously shared a look, before Marinette sighed, “Sorry, I’ve got a commission that I need to get done, Mike’s been distant the past couple of days and Grandpa Roland’s gone into hospital.”

“Is he okay?” Asked Adrien, gnawing at his bottom lip.

“Yeah, he just fell,” Said Marinette, slumping back in her seat, “he doesn’t like that he’s in the hospital, but there’s not much any of us can do about that.”

“Anyway,” Said Kagami, returning to their original intention, “Adrien and I wanted to talk to you about the date.”

“I know, don’t turn up on the next one.” Said Marinette, turning her chair back to her desk, “I’ll be sure to avoid-”

Marinette was cut off by Kagami spinning the chair around, grabbing the lapels of her jacket and pulling her upwards. Orange flavoured lip gloss hit her tongue.

‘Oh.’ Thought Marinette, before her eyes widened, ‘OH!’

Kagami broke the kiss, leaving Marinette light-headed.

“Oh.” Said Marinette, before collapsing in a dead faint.

WC

Tom and Sabine looked up when they heard a thump, closely followed by a nervous Adrien calling down to them, “Mr. Dupain, Mrs. Cheng, I think we accidentally killed Marinette.”

WC

Lila shivered and trembled. The last few days had been hell, this Akuma didn’t seem to be under Hawkmoth’s control and had no trouble doing what it liked. After it threw her in the freezer, it’s whipped, cut and branded her.

Anubis had made it clear he had great plans for her, after he plucked all the hair from her body and tossed her around. He told her he was going for her fingernails next and then her teeth.

The door suddenly flung open, before Anubis threw another girl into the room. Lila recognised her as that annoyingly bubbly weather girl, Aurore she thinks. Anubis gave a snarl like grin, before ripping Aurore’s clothes and throwing both into the freezer, before stepping in himself and closing the door.

WC

Timber Wolf stood atop the Eiffel Tower, his hoods ears swivelling around. He could hear two voices faintly screaming, but he couldn’t locate what direction they were coming from. Wolf snarled, before sending an icicle towards the ground, the object turning into water before it hit the ground.

There was a sudden, loud scream, coming from the west side of the city. Timber Wolf launched himself across the roof tops, being joined by Ladybug and Chat Noir, before landing in front of the Louvre. He saw one of his sister’s friends, Alix, crying into some woman’s chest, before He heard Ladybug and Chat Noir gasp, followed by one of them gagging as they lost their lunch.

Hanging above the front doors were two bodies, both male, or at least Timber Wolf assumed they were male, give how they’d been flayed and castrated. Timber Wolf slowly examined them, noting how both corpses were swaying made it look like they were breathing.

Then one of them groaned, and Timber Wolf realised that they were still alive. A quick couple shots of ice later, both men were on the ground, allowing Timber Wolf to look at them properly, in addition to being flayed, their tongues, teeth, eyes and fingernails had been ripped out.

“I don’t suppose they can be identified?” Asked Timber Wolf, after a moment.

“They’re Alix’s family, her older brother and her father.” Said Chat, as he wiped his mouth.

Ladybug drew her hand back to cast her lucky charm, only for Timber Wolf to stop her, “The cure would not help them, little one.”

“How do you know?” Questioned Ladybug, cocking her head.

“Anubis has his way of ensuring his work sticks.” Said Timber Wolf, before looking at her, “And you told me your Lucky Charm only works if you are in combat with the monster.”

Ladybug looked at the two, “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

“I can get them sufficiently cold enough, that they become numb,” Said Timber Wolf, “but doing so would kill them.”

“So, we can’t do anything?” Asked Chat, his ears flattening against his head.

“I could try and get Guérisseuse to come, but who knows how long she’d going to be.” Said Timber Wolf, folding his arms.

Alix heard everything the heroes were saying, the older saying he could numb the pain her father and brother were feeling, but at the cost of their lives, as well as the knowledge that there was someone who could help; they didn’t know when they’d be available.

The heroes were so wrapped up in their conversation, they didn’t notice the sickle heading for Chat, before a whip knocked it off course.

“And you rip the shit out of me for being unobservant.” Said Constrictor, coiling her whip up.

Timber Wolf was glaring in the direction the sickle came from. Chat frowned and followed Timber Wolf’s gaze, spotting a quivering head on one of the roof tops.

“There’s someone up there.” Said Chat, vaulting upwards.

Timber Wolf swore, before starting after the teenager. Both males landed on the roof and laid eyes on the owner of the quivering head.

“Aurore?” Asked Chat, crouching in front of the girl.

Aurore only whimpered and flinched away from Chat. Timber Wolf laid a hand on Chat’s shoulder and looked down at the street below.

“Love, Little one,” Yelled Timber Wolf, getting both Heroine’s attention, “We need your hands up here!”

Within moments, both Constrictor and Ladybug were on the roof. Timber Wolf ran a claw along his metal face guard and then tapped his chin three times. Constrictor’s eyes widened, before she whispered into Ladybug’s ear.

Ladybug’s face went slack, before slowly approaching Aurore.

“I suggest we make ourselves scarce, I don’t think she’d want to be near men for a while.” Said Timber Wolf, carefully guiding Chat off the roof, before catching a whiff of his scent, “Are you wearing perfume?!”

WC

School the next morning was tense, word of what happened to Alix’s father and brother travelled fast, especially since they both died on the way to the hospital. Currently, everyone was in the Assembly Hall, waiting for the new principle to arrive. Everyone was muttering to each other, before a soft cough, somehow, silenced the entire hall. Michael looked towards the front and felt his stomache drop. Caline followed his gaze and paled dramatically.

“Good morning, Students.” Said the Principle, an older woman with wire framed glasses and greying hair done up in a bun, “My name is Marie Bonaventure, I worked at this school ten years ago and I was asked out of retirement to take control after Hector’s… dismissal.”

Caline tried to hide her wince.

“I have already looked at the school’s rules and have a few announcements concerning them,” Said Ms. Bonaventure, her grey eyes scanning the school body, “any previous exemption from the school rules; Banker’s children, the mayor’s daughter, children of diplomats and any celebrities of any kind, including the Ladyblogger, will no longer be allowed. If you wish to contest this, I welcome you too. Any students who have been akumatized or targeted by someone who has been akumatized, in or out of school, will be required to undergo at least one session with the school’s counsellor.”

There were some protests, only for Ms. Bonaventure to clear her throat, silencing them.

“Bullying of any kind is not tolerated,” Came the Principle’s statements, “any competitions, bets or challenges formed between students must be done off the school’s premises and must not impact anyone’s learning.”

Ms. Bonaventure’s eyes looked over the students again, “A reminder to those of you in a relationship, while I will not ban public displays of affection, I will not allow heavy petting or any form of sexual activity in this school.”

“What if a student’s dating a teacher?” Asked a female student, from the front row.

Ms. Bonaventure slowly turned her head and looked at the student, “That would be illegal, and I must ask you to remain behind, so that I can address that concern.”

Michael bit the inside of his cheek, as the girl put her hand down.

“Furthermore,” Said Ms. Bonaventure, her eyes scanning across the rest of the students and staff, “any student that has recently suffered the death of a family member, I encourage you to visit the school counsellor, as well as speak to your teachers and see if you qualify for either an exemption or extension to any of your homework tasks and projects.”

Everyone was silent, as Ms. Bonaventure looked over the group, “You’re dismissed.”

WC

Michael closed the door to the staff room during the morning break.

“I can’t believe they got Mdm. Ice Age back.” Said Michael, to the assembled staff, “Where’s Jeff?”

“He was the one in the relationship with a student.” Said Ms. Mendeleiev, closing her book, “And please don’t refer to your peer by a nickname, for all you know, she could be behind the door.”

“That only happened in films and TV.” Said Michael, before a small cough made him stiffen.

“Then we are all lucky that we are in neither.” Said Ms. Bonaventure, sarcasm dripping from her tone, “However, I’d advise you listen to Rolonda.”

Michael nervously shifted, before Bonaventure laughed, “Well, I suppose I don’t get your standard greeting then.”

Michael grinned and hugged her, “The last I heard, you were in hospital.”

Ms. Bonaventure laughed, “I developed a cough and my daughter thought I was dying.”

Michael stepped away, dropping himself into a chair, “I doubt a cough could kill you, seeing how you knocked a serial rapist off my sister.”

That got Michael a few shocked looks.

“I only hit him with my handbag,” said Bonaventure, before narrowing her eyes at Michael, “However, I recall you pushing him off a bridge.”

Caline snorted from her place by the coffee machine.

“I didn’t push him, he jumped.” Said Michael, leaning back in the chair.

Bonaventure only glared at him, “I hope your sister isn’t of the same mind set.”

“She isn’t,” Said Caline, cradling her coffee, “Marinette’s one of the best students in my class.”

Bonaventure slowly turned to face Caline, “Then we’ve finally found the good apple amongst the bruised.”

“Skye and I were only bruised because of the cunt of an uncle we had to deal with.” Snorted Michael, getting a glare from Bonaventure.

WC

Michael sat hunched over a computer in his office, when someone knocked on the door.

“It’s open.” Called Michael, carefully prying a hard drive from the board.

“I assume that is one of the computers.” Said Bonaventure, making Michael look up.

“Yeah,” Said Michael, successfully removing the hard drive, “I give the manufacturers credit, they certainly made these units to last.”

“They were soldered on?” Asked Bonaventure, spying the soldering iron next to Michael, as well as the burns on his fingers and hands.

“Yeah,” Replied Michael, wincing as he flexed his hand, “I haven’t even started on the server and the camera that had the active connection was in the car that went up.”

“Have you checked the other staff computers?” Asked Bonaventure, her eyes settling on Michael.

“First thing this morning,” Said Michael, unplugging the soldering iron, “Mendeleiev wasn’t particularly enamoured with me for holding up her test.”

“But they were all clean?” Asked Bonaventure, getting a dark look from Michael.

“The moment I tried at access the computers connection to the server, the damned thing froze and then crashed on me.” Grumbled Michael, before hauling the computer off his desk, “Meaning the server is so full of crap, I’m going to have to make a new one and sift through the old one until the old one can be accessed without sending any of the computers hay-wire.”

“When will the new server be ready?” Asked Bonaventure, getting a groan from Michael.

“I’ve already started the process of building one, I’ll probably introduce it over the weekend, give the system a little time to get to know it.” Said Michael, leaning back in his chair and running his hands down his face.

“I’ll do what I can to ease the pressure on you,” Said Bonaventure, starting to leave, “but you’ll need to work quickly, I don’t want anyone falling behind because of lack of communication.”

Michael nodded, as Bonaventure left.

WC

Nathalie coughed up some blood, despite the Miraculous being fixed, the damage done to her was permanent. At least, that’s what Duusuu told her. The Kwami’s didn’t know much about Anubis, except that he was the one that damaged the peacock. Duusuu also told them that the two new heroes, Timber Wolf and Constrictor, had all but slaughtered Anubis’s allies, before both vanished.

The sound of a piano reached her ears, before it cut out with a missed key and a loud swear. Nathalie could’ve heard a snort coming from Adrien’s room, before the music picked up again. Nathalie just shook her head and went back to the paperwork Gabriel wanted done.

WC

Lila shivered as the ice bit into her skin, she could still hear the screams of the two people Anubis had flayed. Anubis had called one of them ‘Pharaoh’, as if he was mocking one of them for something. Lila looked down at the plate that was just inside the door of the freezer, Lila had originally thought Anubis had brought some food, only realising that it was from the two men he’d murdered. She hated how loud her stomach growled.

Anubis had assured the Italian girl that none of the heroes of Paris would be able to find her, he’d made sure of it.

The freezer door swung open, and Anubis stalked in, he grabbed Lila by the hair a dragged her from her freezing prison and threw her onto a ratty mattress.

Lila hoped that someone heard her screams, even if she knew they wouldn’t.

WC

Michael paced around the airport waiting area. Archie was going to be arriving with the twins in a few minutes, since he and his wife were going around Europe on holiday and were starting in Paris. Caline and Skye were sitting behind him, the former reading a book and the latter chewing some gum and playing around on her phone.

A loud siren made Michael and the surrounding group of people jump half-a-foot in the air. Skye let out a spluttering snort and fell over, laughing her head off. Michael gave his twin a glare, before turning back to look for Archie.

Michael suddenly felt something small run into his legs, looking down, he saw a dark-haired three-year-old girl hugging his leg, before sinking her teeth into his knee.

“Agghh! FUCK!” Yelled Michael, as the teeth sank in.

“Brianna!” Yelled an old man, rushing forwards, “What did I tell you?”

“Don’t bite daddy.” Said the three-year-old, her feet dangling as she was held under her armpits.

Michael froze, before realising that the first thing his daughter heard him say was a swear word. Brianna had the same grey eyes that Michael and his mother had, as well as the same black hair that he shared with both his mother and Marinette. An old woman made her way over to the group, a trembling three-year-old boy, who had his face buried in the woman’s neck.

“Is, is that Sam?” Asked Michael, as Archie’s face fell.

Archie nodded, as Michael made his way over to Mary, and gently touched Sam’s shoulder. The toddler flinched, before nervously glancing up at the owner of the hand. Sam was a near spitting image of Michael, but in place of the faded scar on his face was a red mark.

“Sammy,” Said Mary, getting the toddler to look up at her, “You remember what we told you, before we got on the plane?”

Sam nodded, his bottom lip trembling slightly.

“This is your daddy.” Said Mary, softly.

Sam gave Michael a frightened look, before burying his face in Mary’s neck again.

“Sammy, he’s not going to hurt you.” Said Mary, gently coaxing Sam towards Michael.

Sam reluctantly let go of Mary and reached out for Michael. Michael racked his brain back to when Marinette was a baby and how he held her. Sam wriggled as he got comfortable, before a quiet rasping snore emanated from the toddler.

“Definitely your son.” Said Skye, making Michael jump.

Skye was holding Brianna, carefully handling her squirming niece.

“Don’t do that.” Said Michael, before looking over a Caline, “That must be some book, she hasn’t moved in over an hour.”

Skye looked at the red head and frowned, “I think she’s asleep.”

Michael carefully made his way over to Caline, making sure not to wake Sam, and flicked her in the middle of the forehead. Caline jerked awake with a gasp and dropping her book.

“Late night grading papers?” Asked Michael, innocently.

“No, you snore.” Said Caline, getting to her feet, “Loudly.”

Caline froze when she spotted Sam, “What the hell happened to his face?!”

“Marlene happened.” Said Archie, making Caline look at him, “This your ‘friend’ you’re staying with?”

“Yep,” Said Michael, before introducing Caline, “Caline Bustier, she teaches at the local school. I recently found out she’s also teaching my sister.”

“They’re nothing alike.” Said Caline, before frowning, “Why can I hear screaming?”

Michael groaned, “Jagged Stone’s flying in, isn’t he?”

“Wait, you don’t like Jagged Stone?” Asked Skye, looking at him, “But, you love Classic Rock.”

“Yes, Classic Rock, not that whole shriek metal thing he has going.” Said Michael, as he started to lead the group out of the airport, “Hopefully, we won’t get stuck in the crowd.”

They’d just reached the exit, before they heard someone calling for Michael and Skye. The twins froze, before slowly looking behind them.

“Is that Toby?” Asked Michael, as a brown-haired man ran towards them, he looked like a smaller version of their father, lacking only the moustache.

“I honestly didn’t expect to see you two here.” Said Toby, as he reached them.

“Toby,” Said Michael, his voice strained, “where the hell have you been for the past six years?”

“Oh, you know, travelling, doing odd jobs,” Said Toby, still grinning, “working on my skills.”

Michael sighed, before looking at Skye, “Bakery?”

“Bakery.” Confirmed Skye, leading them to a large car and climbing into the driver’s seat.

WC

Michael opened the front door and quietly lead the group inside. There was a soft conversation coming from the living room.

“Hello,” Called Michael, heading for the room, “I’ve collected them, and you’re not going to believe who we ran into.”

Michael abruptly stopped as soon as he reached the door. Gabriel Agreste stood in the middle of the room, looking disgustingly smug, while his parents were practically shielding a hyperventilating Marinette.

“What the hell is going on here?” Demanded Michael, making Gabriel look at him.

“I’m telling your family that they’re not to interact with my son, his girlfriend, or anyone above their station.” Said Gabriel, while his assistant just smirked.

“You’re Emelie’s husband, aren’t you?” Asked Michael, folding his arms. The room slowly started to become colder.

“How do you know her name?” Demanded Gabriel, glaring at Michael.

“I worked with her,” Said Michael, dismissively, “I was the work experience kid before I became the tech support.”

“Oh, you.” Said Gabriel, his voice returning to his cold monotone.

“Could you explain what you meant by ‘anyone above their station’?” Requested Michael, as Toby started to grin and popped up behind Marinette.

“Mere bakers aren’t worthy of my families time.” Sneered Gabriel, just as Skye spoke.

“Hello, Grandmother,” Said Skye, in fluent Mandarin, “Are we sponsoring anyone by the name of Gabriel Agreste?”

Skye was silent for a moment, before frowning, “Michael and I just walked in on him threatening Marinette. No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, revoking any and all sponsorship should do.”

Gabriel went pale, his insides turning to ice.

“You should’ve done your research, or did you think that there weren’t any Cheng’s in the city?” Said Skye, just as Toby, called someone on his phone.

“Grandad, hey!” Said Toby, in Italian, “You remember that butterfly guy, the fashion one? I just met him, he threatened my sister.”

Like Skye, Toby was silent for a moment, “Yep! He think’s he’s better than us, so I don’t think he’ll want the Riccas backing him!”

That made Gabriel’s heart freeze, the Cheng’s and the Ricca’s were two of his biggest sponsors, if they pulled out, he’d find himself in a huge pile of debt, since both families, in their sponsorship contracts, stated that if they were to ever withdraw from the deal, Gabriel would have to re-imburse all the money they gave to him in good faith.

Toby hung up the phone and just sat there, grinning like a mad man.

“I can assure you, Mr. Agreste,” Said Michael, while his parents were trying to calm Marinette down, “While the Dupain name isn’t known by people in your immediate circle, I think you’ll find that they outstrip you in terms of wealth, and, if you ever think about trying to knock us around again, I’ll have no issue about returning to the Police Force and charging you with the suspected murder of your wife. You can’t buy everyone off.”

Gabriel resembled a ghost, before Michael pointed to the door, “There’s the exit.”

Gabriel and his assistant fled the area, Michael frowned.

“You know what really stinks about this whole situation?” Asked Michael, still glaring at the door, as Marinette slowly came back around, “Hawkmoth didn’t make his presence known.”

“You were a cop?” Asked Toby, making everyone look at him.

“Is that all you took from this?” Asked Skye, frowning at him.

“How rich are you?” Asked Archie, openly gaping at them.

“It’s a long story.” Said Michael, pulling up some chairs, “And, I think some introductions are in order.”

[2seokfan]

Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 2

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 4.3k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary: 

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year?  So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Ch. 2 is here yay!!! Also please note that Scarlet and Hazel are definitely Hoseok and Yoongi, only the reader doesn’t find out their real names in this chapter. And please don’t hesitate to give me feedback or constructive criticism whether through comments or messaging <3

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23​ @ayoo-bangtan

Blonde lady retracts her hand from orange hair’s arm, one eyebrow twitching in irritation. 

“And who might you be?”

You’re standing in front of the boys so again, you can’t really see their faces, but you take this opportunity to speak while they’re still frozen in shock.

“I’m their owner! Who are YOU and why are you bothering my boys?” You try to sound tough but internally your mind is going haywire. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What the FUCK am I doing??!!

“Oh really? Their ‘owner’ huh? How convenient of you to show up right now.” Uh oh. She sounds skeptical.

To your utter surprise, orange hair wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives you a quick back hug. This does nothing to help your nerves because you’re suddenly being bombarded by the delectable scent of honey and cinnamon. Jesus Christ why does he smell so good? Get it together Y/N!

“That’s right! She’s our owner. We’ve been waiting for you!”

You quickly recover from your sensory overload. If the boys are playing along, that must mean they do need your help.

“Are you now?” Blondie’s voice is venom at this point. “What are their names?”

Fuck.

“Uh…” You glance at her red nails. Damn they are even sharper up close. “His name is Scarlet,” you point your thumb backwards at orange hair. “And uh…” you glance at your latte, now cold, “and he’s Hazel!” You gesture somewhere behind you to your left, where you assume white and grey hair is standing.

Blondie’s frown deepens. She crosses her arms, temporarily sheathing her weaponous nails. Still slightly unconvinced but unable to prove otherwise, she retorts back. “Then why are your hybrids collarless? You know I could call Hybrid Services on them right here, right now!”

At this point her arctic fox has now completely given up on calming her down, opting to stand behind her owner with her head bowed down. You feel so sorry for the poor thing, having to deal with such a selfish owner. But unfortunately you have no time to dwell on that. You have to think fast. If blondie calls Hybrid Services it’s over for you and the boys because you have no proof of ownership.

“W-well why do you think we’re out shopping today?” You speak a little too fast so you take a deep breath and slow down, pretending you didn’t just think up this idea right now. “I’m planning on buying them new collars of course. Their old ones wore down so we decided to throw them away. I was with them all day today and nobody complained. The one time I leave them to go buy a cup of coffee and I come back to a lady yelling at them? Do you have nothing else to do with your life than to bother other people? How embarrassing!”

Blondie’s eyebrows shoot up so high they almost disappear into her untouched roots. Her face is now comical, identical to a pop-eyed goldfish.

“I-I…” Her cheeks are now the same color as her nails. “I was only trying to find a suitable mate for my hybrid. Surely as their owner you understand that…”

“But did they say ‘yes’?!” You interrupt her, not wanting to deal with any of her bullshit. You’ve got the upper hand at this point. You cock your head to the side and put your free hand on your hip. 

“No they didn’t but that’s why I was looking for their owner. It doesn’t matter what they think!” Wow what a class A bitch. You can’t believe she still thinks she has a chance.

You hear a low growl coming from white and grey behind you.

“Well I don’t work like that. I’ll never disregard the opinions of my hybrids and put them down like you do!” You’re fuming at this point, nerves completely gone. “I’m really sorry you think that way and I hope one day you see just how narrow-minded you are. But for now kindly fuck right off!” You finish by sending her one of your most vicious glares.

Game, set, and match.

Blondie blinks twice, frozen on the spot, and completely lost for words.

“Miss… let’s go.” Sylvia’s timid voice breaches the silence as she tugs on her owner’s sleeve.

Blondie quickly comes back to her senses. “Hmph!” She turns on her heel, nose in the air, and grabs her poor fox by the arm, yanking her along. 

Sylvia turns her head back and manages a quick “I’m sorry” before she is marched off. You give her a reassuring smile, letting her know that she has nothing to do with this entire situation.

As soon as they are out of sight, you let out a huge breath, unaware that you were holding it for so long. 

“Well that was…” You spin around, facing the hybrid boys for the first time, “Oh wow...” 

Because in front of you stand two of the most gorgeous men to have ever blessed your eyes with their presence.

Now you’re speechless.

‘Scarlet’, the orange haired hybrid, is standing right in front of you with both hands on his hips and a blinding wide smile on his face. His tousled orange locks are parted, showing the full length of his chiseled face. With a sharp, upturned nose and a jawline that could cut, he looks effortlessly handsome. Now that you have time to observe him up close, you notice that he’s a red fox hybrid, which explains why blondie wanted him for poor Sylvia.

‘Hazel’, the white and grey haired hybrid, is standing slightly behind ‘Scarlet’ with his arms crossed and a sleepy look on his face. If you could describe him in one sentence, it would be ‘I know I’m fluffy but don’t fuck with me’. You have this primal urge deep down to touch his hair and squish his cheeks but somehow your instincts are telling you that if you attempted to do this he would scratch both your eyes out. He looks to be some sort of extremely long-haired cat, you’re guessing a Maine Coon, but you’re not too sure.

Faced with such beauty, you suddenly become hyper conscious of yourself. Oh shit. You’re basically barefaced, with unfilled eyebrows and chapped, coffee-stained lips. You look down and take in the bleach stain on the left knee of your sweatpants, then you notice the cocoa powder from this morning’s tiramisu on your tank top. Wow the one day I run into hot guys and I had to look like a mess express.

Your eyes travel back to the boys. ‘Scarlet’ now looks slightly concerned, his wide smile slowly disappearing.

“Are you ok? You’ve been silent for awhile now…”

You’re brought back to earth, away from your mental pity party. There’s nothing you can do about your current state of being, so why wallow?

You quickly shake the thoughts out of your head. “Sorry I zone out a lot.” 

You then remember why you’re talking to the boys in the first place. “But anyways, are you guys ok?? I’m sorry to surprise you like that but I just couldn’t stand by and watch her harass you.”

‘Hazel’ speaks to you for the first time, his voice low and slightly scratchy in timbre. “We’re fine now,” then in a quieter tone, “thank you.”

“I’m glad I could help!” You offer him a small smile. 

Your mind drifts to blondie again and instantly your smile turns into a frown. “I just don’t understand what her problem is! Sure there’s a collar law but it’s barely enforced this day and age!”

Hybrid laws have drastically changed in the last ten years. Although there are tons of improvements needed, since hybrids are still under the jurisdiction of their owners, small laws like the collar law are extremely lax nowadays. Think about it like jaywalking in the city. Sure it’s technically illegal but if no one gets hurt then nobody cares if you do it, unless an officer is bored and has nothing else to do.

“Well we appreciate you stepping in before she could call Hybrid Services anyway. That really saved our tails! Thank you!” You can see ‘Scarlet’ is visibly relieved to be out of that sticky situation, a smile back on his handsome face.

“Yeah no problem!” You take a sip from your cold hazelnut latte, trying to distract yourself from staring at him. He’s radiant, and if you look any longer you swear you’ll combust.

“By the way,” ‘Scarlet’ is now looking at your coffee cup, “where’d you get your coffee? We’ve been meaning to grab a drink but we’re new in town so we don’t know where to look.”

“Oh this? It’s from my favorite coffee shop! You guys should really check it out.” Your eyes light up and an idea pops into your head. “Wait, are you guys free right now?”

“Well we were just walking around the city before granny interrupted us so yeah, we’re free.” ‘Hazel’ answers nonchalantly, then shrugs. “Whats up?”

“So…” You shift your weight from one foot to another, here goes nothing. “I was thinking I could treat you guys to coffee!” You’re surprised by your sudden courage. You’ve only just met them yet these boys are affecting you so much. If Karli were here she’d say you’re whipped.

“Hmm?”

“Say what?”

Both boys respond at the same time, blinking at you, surprise evident in their tone.

“What I mean is, I’d like to officially welcome you to town!” You’re hoping you don’t sound too creepy. Now that you think about it, a complete stranger treating two hybrids they just met to coffee can seem a little off-putting. “You guys don’t have to say yes though! I just… I didn’t like how blondie treated you and I wanted to make it up to you…” You’re trailing off now. Just shut up Y/N you’re talking too much again.

“I mean it’s not your fault though…” ‘Scarlet’ scratches the back of his head.

“Ok.”

You whip your head in ‘Hazel’’s direction, his answer surprising you. Maybe it’s his body language, or just his overall demeanor, but you didn’t expect him to accept your offer.

He looks ‘Scarlet’ in the eyes. “She did save our asses, and I’ve been craving an Americano.”

‘Scarlet’ nods once. “Ok! Lead the way, miss, um…”

“Y/N. You can just call me Y/N,” you blurt out, trying to ease the awkwardness, “Uh, cool! This way.”

The boys trail behind you as you lead them past the various designer stores, heading once again back to Cozy Coffeehouse. Being the self-conscious hoe that you are, you hope the barista doesn’t recognize you returning while still holding one of their drinks. You shield your face with your free hand, drawing a snort from ‘Scarlet’ as he finds the whole ordeal hilarious.

“Back again so soon?” The barista recognizes you instantly.

Ah fuck.

“Yep.” You smile sheepishly at him. “But this time it’s not for me.” You turn to the boys behind you. “What do you guys want?”

‘Hazel’ shuffles in front of you. “An iced Americano please. No cream, no sugar.” Wow, someone likes to have fun.

‘Scarlet’ is still staring at the drinks menu, tilting his head to the side and tapping his cheek with his index finger.

You point him in the direction of their small specials menu sitting near the register.

“Have you checked out their specials yet? They change it up every season!”

“Ooooh cherry blossom latte. I’ll take one of those!” He attempts to pull his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Oh no no no!” You tut, “It’s on me remember? I’m a working woman and I can afford two coffees. Now put that wallet away!”

After you’ve paid for the boys’ drinks you head to the corner where ‘Hazel’ has already plopped himself down onto one of the couches.

“Nice place.” He takes a sip of his Americano. “Nice coffee too.”

“Right?” You sit across from him.

‘Scarlet’ is still at the counter waiting for his drink, since the cherry blossom latte takes a notoriously long time to make.

“So what are you guys in town for?” You try to start conversation.

“Business.” He takes another sip. “But today we’re just shopping.”

“Oh ok.” He doesn’t leave you with much to respond to but you don’t blame him for being so guarded. There’s got to be a reason why they were wandering around town without a collar, much less an owner in sight, but it’s not your place to pry. You sit there in silence for a while.

“That took a long ass time but it’s so worth the wait!” ‘Scarlet’ skips back, happily slurping on his latte. “It’s so good! Try it hyung!” He shoves the drink in his buddy’s face.

‘Hazel’ leans over, taking a small sip of the latte, then proceeds to cough and sputter as ‘Scarlet’ hands him a napkin.

“Eugh what is that? It tastes like pure liquid sugar!” He coughs again into the napkin.

“Isn’t it good?” ‘Scarlet’’s tail wags happily before he sits down next to ‘Hazel’, who is now gulping his Americano, hoping to wash away the sickly sweet taste of that abomination of a latte.

You observe them quietly, their interactions making you giggle. They seem like polar opposites but somehow their personalities fit together like a puzzle.

As they settle down, ‘Scarlet’ sets his drink on the table and faces you.

“Thanks for the treat Y/N, we really appreciate it!” He always seems to have a small smile permanently etched onto his face. You realize that unlike some people who walk around with an RBF (resting bitch face), he seems to have a resting happy face. You never knew foxes to be so happy. The ones you’ve encountered at the clinic either seem to be extremely timid and introverted, or slightly arrogant and haughty. He was neither, an embodiment of pure sunshine.

“No problem!” You respond. “By the way, is ‘hyung’ your name?” you ask ‘Hazel’.

“Oh, no.” ‘Scarlet’ laughs at that. “We’re Korean, so in our language, ‘hyung’ is what we say to older males. It’s a form of respect to call them ‘brother’.”

“Oh!” You internally cringe at your ignorance. Oops. “Then what are your names, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I kinda like the names you gave us actually. You can keep calling us that.” Hazel answers, finally having gotten rid of the sugary aftertaste in his mouth. His expression is back to being unreadable.

“Mk.” Strange. They seem very open to you inviting them for coffee but they’re not keen on revealing much about themselves. You don’t push them for answers though, having no reason to garner any information out of them.

“So you said you’re a working woman. What do you do?” Like Hazel, Scarlet also seems eager to switch the topic of conversation away from them.

“Me? I work at a private hybrid clinic.” Unlike the boys, you have no secrets to keep, and you hope to build trust by being honest and open about yourself.

“That’s really cool! Are you a hybrid doctor?” He leans in slightly, giving you his full attention.

“Oh no.” you laugh, a little embarrassed about your shitty job. “I’m just the receptionist, so I get the wonderful pleasure of dealing with people like blondie every day. “ You roll your eyes, emphasizing just how much you can’t stand some of those self-entitled owners.

The boys seem genuinely interested about you and your career, with Scarlet finding ways to prompt you into speaking more about yourself. Hazel mostly sits back and listens, occasionally jutting in with one-liners. Before you know it, you’ve basically told them your whole life story. 

You don’t consider yourself a private person, but you’ve never been so vulnerable to strangers before.  You find it odd how comfortable you are around them, the only challenge being how hard it is to maintain eye contact, still finding them both ridiculously attractive.

They continue to sit with you, listening to you prattle on and on. Your conversation shifts to the topic of hybrid rights, which to no surprise, you find them equally as passionate about as you do. Scarlet is a very animated speaker, using tons of hand gestures and bouncing up and down on the couch, rattling poor Hazel, who’s just trying to finish the last of his Americano in peace. You discuss how the last decade has seen a drastic improvement in hybrid laws but you both agree that more has to be done. At one point Scarlet gets so excited he stands up, proceeding to then sit back down straight onto Hazel’s unsuspecting tail. A sharp MREOOW is heard, with the cat snatching his crooked tail away from the excited fox and placing it onto his own lap, where he can smooth the ruffled fur.

“Oops, sorry hyung.”

You’re laughing so hard there’s tears in your eyes. How can they be so hot but so goofy at the same time? The duality really popped out.

It’s only until you notice the sun setting through the window in the corner of your eyes do you finally realize just how long you’ve been sitting here, chatting with the boys. You could’ve sworn you’ve only been here for 20 minutes or so, but it’s actually been a couple hours??

The boys seem to notice the time just as you do.

“Wow I was having so much fun I lost track of time!” Scarlet exclaims as he checks the clock on his phone. “We really have to get back and pack.” He looks at you and sighs. “This is our last day here and we’ve got an early flight to catch tomorrow.”

Your heart sinks just a little, having gotten so attached to them in just a short amount of time, but you make sure to plaster on a smile.

“That’s ok. Thank you for spending the day with me! I’ve had a blast!” You’re especially sincere, glad you got to spend the day with some company instead of wandering around on your own.

As they are both standing up to leave, Hazel stares at you for a moment, face devoid of expression, drawing a small blush from your cheeks with how intense his gaze is. He seems to come to a decision because he leans into Scarlet’s ear and whispers something that you can’t make out. The fox’s eyes shoot up for a second, then he quickly nods.

“Um, Y/N?” Scarlet gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes, soft orange ears tilting down anxiously. “I know we’re leaving tomorrow but can we have your number? We’d love to have a friend in this city!” 

How can you say no to that face??

“Of course!” Your heart is beating a mile a minute, excited at having an opportunity to keep in touch with your new friends. You whip out your phone and give them your digits.

“Thank you again Y/N! We’ll be back. Promise!” Scarlet gives you one last blinding smile, waving his hand before turning to head out the door.

“Bye Y/N.” A small, sleepy smile also forms on Hazel’s face before he too, turns around and shuffles behind his companion.

You wave as you watch them exit the cafe, deciding that it’s also time for you to head home.

You barely remember the drive back, with the two hybrids occupying 99% of your thoughts. You park your car in your designated parking spot (the extra $50 per month well worth not having to find street parking every night in your shady neighborhood) and make your way up the stairs of your small complex. When you stand in front of the door to your apartment, you notice some light shining from the crack underneath, signifying that your roommate is back.

“Ayah! You’re home!” You call out to her the moment you shut the door behind you.

Your roommate Ayah is in the kitchen, music playing on her small portable speaker as she stirs some sort of sauce in a pot.

“Y/N hi! I made spaghetti so I hope you’re hungry!” She turns and faces you with a big grin, ladle in hand and an apron that says “Kiss the Cook” tied around her waist.

“Yum! You know I can’t turn down anything you make.” You’re glad she’s back, having been gone this time for over a week. You were getting awfully lonely at home.

As soon as she’s done cooking, you both settle down on the small dining table and dig into the pasta, catching up on what you’ve both been up to. You know Ayah works for the medical industry and has to travel a lot for her job but that’s about it. Her career is a little too complicated for a simpleton like you to understand. She’s aware of this so instead she just fills you in on where she’s been the past week.

“They sent me to the middle of nowhere this week I swear Y/N! It was miserable.” She lets out a long sigh. “But at least that’s over for now. Too bad I have to leave again on Monday.”

“Aww, so soon?” You pout. See? This is why you two never have a chance to get closer. Oh well, at least you’ll make the most out of your time together now.

“But, there’s a huge convention coming up so you know what that means?”

“What?”

“Vegas baby!!”

“Nice!” You almost spew out sauce trying to reply to her, which is kinda gross you admit. But you can’t help wolfing down your food since all you’ve had today was coffee and tiramisu. She hands you a paper towel and you gladly accept, wiping the marinara off your cheek.

As you’re finishing your pasta, Ayah’s tone becomes a little more serious.

“Hey Y/N. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the lease.” She starts to gather the empty plates, rinsing them then putting them in the dishwasher. Before you get the chance to voice your confusion at where this conversation is going, she continues.

“So you know how this year’s lease is ending in like four months right?”

“Mhm” you hum, now guzzling a glass of water to wash down the food.

“And I love having you as a roommate and stuff so it’s got nothing to do with you but…” She pauses for a moment, contemplating how to form the correct words. “Recently I’ve just been promoted.”

“That’s awesome I’m so happy for you!” And you genuinely are. But it does sting a little, knowing the people around you are doing so well in life and you’re still stuck in a job you don’t really enjoy.

She sits back down at the table. “Well, I’ve been thinking and, now that I’m going to get paid more, I kinda want to have a place of my own.” She looks a little nervous breaking the news to you. “And please know that this has nothing to do with you as a roommate, it’s just that I’m getting older now and I want to start living independently.”

Honestly? You sort of had a feeling this was coming. Ayah is pretty successful and it’s a miracle she’s decided to live with a roommate till now. She’s being perfectly reasonable, giving you a sufficient amount of time to decide on your future living conditions. It still hurts though, not gonna lie.

“It’s ok. I understand, I really do.” You reassure her. “Thanks for telling me this now so I have time to work out what to do.” Your voice is a lot quieter now that reality has kicked in.

“And I promise to either help you find a new roommate or a new place to live. I’m not gonna leave you hanging.” She determines.

“Thanks girl, I appreciate it.” You try to smile at her but it comes off a little weak.

Later on in the evening, after you’ve cleaned up and lied down on your bed, you let your thoughts roam free.

What a day, Y/N.

You can’t believe so much has happened in the span of around 12 hours. Although Ayah’s news about moving out when the lease ends did hurt a little, it was not surprising, and you find yourself thinking again about the two very beautiful hybrid men you ran into today. You come to a conclusion. Even though today didn’t end on a very happy note, you still believe that it was an overall very good day. And you even made two new friends!

Right on cue, your phone vibrates near your pillow. You grab it and check that an unknown number has texted you in a group chat.

You swipe to open the message.

Unknown: Hey Y/N it’s your favorite fox Scarlet!!! (this is followed by a string of emojis) Anyways we want to thank you again for today, we had so much fun!! (more emojis)

You: Hi Scarlet! :) I had fun too!

Scarlet: Also doesn’t this remind you of Hazel??

He sends a picture of a very fluffy but grumpy looking cat with the caption “Why am I here when I can be sleeping??”

You laugh out loud, trying to muffle the sound with your pillow.

You: LMAO im dEAD

Unknown: Hey shut up fox that does NOT look like me. Now let me sleep

Ah so that must be Hazel, ever the happy kitty.

Scarlet: It’s not even that late tho?! You sleep too much cat

Hazel: And what about it? Also hi Y/N please tell the fox to let us sleep, we have a flight to catch tmrw

You: Hi Hazel! And sorry for blowing up your phone sleepyhead

Scarlet: Ok ok fine! Night Y/N we’ll talk to you soon!!! (another shit ton of emojis)

You: Night boys have a safe flight tmrw!

You lie back down with a big smile on your face. That definitely improved your mood. You snuggle up under your blanket.

Right before you drift off to sleep, you remember that you forgot the one chore you promised to do today, which was to go grocery shopping.

FUck.

Oh well, you’ll do that tomorrow.

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[dem-animebois]

Tenshi’s story part 1

Welcome to the villains world!

This will be a combination of the first few prologues with a bit extra to do with my oc.

*Rustle. Bang. Squeak.*

‘What was that noise....?’ The girl though to herself. It sounded like someone was hitting wood. Wait, was she asleep. She tried to wake up but her eyesight remained black. Was her eyes closed? No she could blink. The girl could also hear herself breath, feel the walls on her back . She wasn’t dreaming. Then what was stopping her from seeing? It was a good thing she no longer had a fear of the dark, their was no light to be seen at all.

Her back was against something hard, a wall mabye? It was hard and felt rough, like wood. She could feel the wall in front of her touching her chest while the sides touched her. Moving her hands up to the wall in front she pushed with as much might as she could, trying to move it. It was no use.she felt something asleep in her arms. It was an animal of some sort. Feathers? So a bird. Oh wait. It was yukino. The girls eagle owl she had raised. Guess he got caught with her.

Her hand was still resting on the wood board in front of of her, when she heard yelling from outside. It was coming from outside, muffled by the layer of thick oak.

“Crap. People are coming. Got to find a uniform while...” The voice was croaky with a accent. She couldn’t pinpoint how, but it sounded familiar.She felt slight bangs from the wood in front. Almost like someone trying to open it.

“Grrrr!!! The lid is too heavy.” The creature sounded out of breath and upset. Whining loudly. The banging continued whoever was outside was stubborn. She will give them that.

“ Time for...*heavy breath* my secret move!” A tiny bit of light was starting to expand in one of the corners. It was blinding:“Guwwaahuuh~~~~ There!”

‘F-fire?!’ She cries out in her head. For a split second she swore blue flames had appeared in front of her. Was she hallucinating? No. Her brain couldn’t be that good especially since her own name had slipped her mind.

The slab of oak had been removed from her box and she could see again. She was in some sort of room? There were coffins floating around the room much like her own. The dark blue pillars had lamps on them shining a dingy green. In the center of the room was a mirror. The black surface was surrounded by silver vines.

“Ok, ok. Gotta get... Whaaaaaaa!!!!” Ow. Her ears. “Why are you up!?” The sound awoke the bird in her arms as he went flying down the hallway. It’s fine yukino can take care of himself. She will call him back if she needs him, it’s best to let him calm down though. Looking down to the floor she saw where the voice was coming from. A grey.... raccoon? Was screaming, eyes widened with shock. Wait a second, raccoons don’t talk!

“A talking r-raccoon?!” The red-head screams, not believing what she is seeing.

The tiny animal huffed and puffed out its chest. Stomping its foot and pouting it shouted“I’m the Great Grim!” Uh-oh. She seems to have got a nerve. “Well, whatever. Hey,human! Hurry up and gimme those clothes!”Smirking he put his hand out, beckoning for her to undress. When she didn’t start to hand over the clothing, his smirk grew wider. “Otherwise.... I’ll roast ya!” He lifted up his hand- paws. Blue flames appeared again taller than before dangerously close to her face. As if to ask to eat her layers of skin and burn her. She didn’t know why but seeing those flames didn’t scare her. Mabye it was the colour or maybe it was the fact she was still quite numb. Her feet stayed in place. “Dreaming about getting roasted by a raccoon, that’s a new one!” she said while staring blankly at the culprit of the flames. “I said I’m not a freaking raccoon!” The creature started trying to attack her.

Knowing it’s probably best not to let this angry furball hit her she started running. She run down hallways with lockers, through classrooms with blackboards and all the way to some sort of library. Massive bookshelf up to the ceiling were lining the walls. Some books were even hovering about. Weird.

“Where the heck am I?” She asked nobody while running into the darkness to hide.

“Did you really think you’d get away from my nose? Dumb human!”The angry raccoon said after running through the entrance. Great. He started walking towards a table. Looking for her. The same smirk plastered on his face. “If you don’t wanna get roasted, better hand over-”*Smack* “Buwah!? Ow! What’s with this cord?!” A black cord had rapped around its waist keeping it in place.

“It’s no mere cord. It is a lash of love!”

The owner of the whip corrected. He was a tall man with yellow eyes. He was wearing a blouse, with a vest and tie. Over the top of that he had some sort of cape. He wore a black top gap with a blue ribbon tied around it. On its side was a smaller version of the mirror in the first room.

“Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students?” He questioned. Closing his eyes he spoke again. It seems he couldn’t see the girl because he was yet to comment on her gender and appearance. “You shouldn’t do things like that. Leaving the Gate on your own!” He crossed his arms why sighing, reopening his eyes. “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar which has broken a number of school rules.”

“I’m not her freakin’ familiar!” Cried grim while trying to escape.

It seems once again the gender has gone over his head. “Sure, sure. The rebellious ones always say things like that. Now just quiet down for a moment.” He places a hand over grims mouth. Telling him to shut up. “My goodness. It’s unprecedented that a student leave the Gate on their own.” *sigh* “How impatient could you be? The entrance ceremony is well underway. Let’s head to the hall of mirrors.”

“Gate?” The girl asked stepping out of the shadow. Gasps could be heard from Grim. Grim new she was a girl, of course but he didn’t take time to look at the burn scar covering the left side of her face. Not quite reaching past her eye but traveling all the way down to her back as far as he could see.

“It’s the room you woke up in with all the doors. All students who wish to attend the academy must pass through one of those doors to arrive here.” He looked up to see her. His face was shocked for a few seconds. “Normally., students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key but...”

“The fire must of blown the lid off.” She stated. Personally she hated the suspicious look he was giving her.

Unfazed by her he spoke. “So in the end the culprit appears to be this familiar.If you are gonna bring it with you you have to take responsibility and properly take care of it.” He looked up at the girl and finally seemed to of noticed their scars and gender. “....Oh my! Now isn’t the time to be long winded. The entrance ceremony will soon come to a close. Let’s get a move on.” He started walking to the entrance, expectingher to follow.

“Just a second.” The girl asked,still confused. “Who exactly are you?” She may be in a different place but she knew better than to follow strange men she had only just met.

“What’s this? Are you still dazed?” The man retorted with a questioning tone. The raccoon still tight in his grasp. “It appears the magic teleportation has left you disoriented.... well it’s fine. It happens often enough.” Turning to face her, smile on face, he continued. “I will explain to you on the way there. For I am gracious.” Feeling as if she had no choice, the red-head followed him. This seems like the only way she was gonna get answers.

He led her to a courtyard. A fountain stood in the center with paths coming of it from all sides. Patches on grass say in the corners one containing a apple tree. “This is Night Raven College. Those magicians blessed with a unique apitude for magic father here from all over the world, here at the most prestigious magical academy in Twisted Wonderland.” Magicians? What is this crazy old look talking about? Does he mean the people who sit on stage on wow you with some tricks. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. She had never heard of a country called ‘Twisted Wonderland’ mabye she didn’t pay enough attention in geography. You would of thought she’d remember a place with a strange name like that. “And I am the principal, appointed to take care of this academy by the board of chairmen, Dire Crowley.” Wait, that surname.... THEY HAVE THE SAME ONE?! Of course someone has the same surname as you but she didn’t expect it to be this crazy old man! Good thing she doesn’t use her surname at all. The thing that bothered her is how come she is able to remember her surname and geography class but not her NAME? The headmaster didn’t seem bothered by her internal struggle and continued. “Only those magicians seen worthy by the dark mirror can attend this school. Chosen ones use the Gate and are summoned here from around the world.” He looked at the small human. “An ebony carriage carrying a gate should have gone to meet you as well.”

An ebony carriage? She doesn’t remember stepping into one but.... “I think i remember a horse with a terrifying face....” Yes, its dark, beady eyes where engraved in her memory. How they were void and empty yet beautiful at the same time. How it stared at here empty of emotions.

“The ebony carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the Dark Mirror.They are special carriages that carry the doors to the academy.” He sounded dull like this was something she should already know. He then continued speaking. “The market decided years ago that carriages are used to welcome people on special days.” It was odd to say the least. Why a carriage? There are plenty of good buses you could of used. Carriages went out of style during the 1900’s“So your saying a carriage just brought me here? On its own?”

Grim yelled in anger but it came out muffled due to the gloves hand covering his mouth. The raccoons hands and legs flailing about, trying to escape the headmasters tight grasp.

“Come let’s go to the entrance ceremony.”

The trio travelled back to the room with the mirror as the center. It was filled with students, all different shapes and sizes. She could see a small boy with lilac hair and a tall boy with blue hair. In the corner she could see a tanned person with white hair and... are those animal ears? Wait, where they real?

“Is that all for the new dorm assignments?” A loud voice boomed. The girl looked over to see a fellow red-head yelling at some people. “Listen up new students. Here in Heartslaybul I am the rules. Break them and it’s of with your head.” Wow, bit extreme.

“....Uuugghh.The stuffy ceremony is finally over. We are going back to the dorm. Savanaclaws follow me.” A dark haired male yawned. He had animal ears poking out the top of his robes.

“To the new students, congratulations on entering this academy. Enjoy your life here to the fullest.” Who was this? “As the dormitory leader of Octovinelle I will support you to the best of my ability.” Just hearing his voice and actions made the small girl uneasy. It may sound nice to the untrained ear but she could hear the undertone of a shady schemer. She made a mental note to stay clear of that one.

“By the way, where did the dean go? He flew right out in the middle of the ceremony...” A taller figure spoke.

“Abandoning his post...” Where was this voice coming from? Perhaps the person was short?

“Did he get a stomachache or something?”

“Not at all!” The headmaster exclaimed.

The younger students jumped, startled by the sudden bang. The Leaders however ,did not flinch, it must be normal for them.

“Ah, he’s here.”

“I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student so I went to find them.” The crow says crossing his arms and pouting. He turns and looks at her emerald eyes. “You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, step in front of the Dark Mirror.”

Sounds of protest were made from Grimm still with the headmasters hand around his mouth.

Looking around the room, she noticed a massive, dark mirror. It was floating, somehow. She made her way towards it, pulling her hood down more. As her high heels clicked against the floor boards she felt all eyes on her and she hated the attention. “Wait, is that a girl?” “What is a girl doing here?” Here the whispers come. She was shocked at the fact they commented on her gender ; not her appearance. It must be the hood she was wearing. The garment that adorned her was a black and purple robe with the details being in gold. It was odd and probably made for a special occasion. She didn’t remember putting them on, she doesn’t remember stepping into the coffin- the thing which she awoke from.

Stepping in front of the supposed ‘magic’ mirror , her breath was hitched. Nervousness flooded her body ;the only thing she could do was stand and wait.

All of a sudden, when she thought nothing was gonna happen, the mirror spoke up. It’s face watching her, judging her every move.

“Child of man, burnt by flames. The shape of your soul is.....”

You could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. The atmosphere was tense and hushed.

“I do not know.”

Huh?

[tenroseforeverandever]

Double Blind

Characters: Rose Tyler; Tenth Doctor; Reinette; Adam Mitchell

Tags: AU - human; blind date; fluff; romance; humour

Summary: Rose Tyler has been set up on a blind date with a bloke she’s having a lot of misgivings about, but when he arrives, she finds he isn’t anything like she expected him to be.

Notes: This was written as part of a Classic Trope challenge on the Doctor x Rose Discord group. I got “Blind Date”. The story was actually inspired by one of the cute little stories on my French course on DuoLingo! To my brilliant beta team, @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci, my undying gratitude, as always. You got me on the right track more than a few times, and with the amazing @aintfraidanoghosts, you helped me plan out the rough patches. My love to you all! 

Read also at: AO3; FF.net; TSP

Double Blind

Rose Tyler shifted in her seat and straightened the pale blue rose on the white table linens for the umpteenth time. She glanced covertly at the other tables around her: men and women dressed in nice suits and fine fabrics, eating meticulously presented food from china plates. Rose wriggled again, brushing invisible motes of lint from the cuffs of her white blouse, hoping she looked presentable. She told herself she couldn’t look too terribly out of place; the maître ’d hadn’t blinked an eye. 

She had never set foot inside a restaurant this upscale before. They didn’t have posh spots like this near the Powell Estate. But the French restaurant, Révélations, was where her date had insisted they meet. He’d texted her instructions to place a blue rose on the table in front of her so he could identify her when he arrived. The idea of the rose was obvious (her name) and the blue was, according to him, for hope that their date would be “just the first of many”. He hadn’t liked the idea of exchanging photos, which would have made identifying each other simple. He’d informed her that “a blind date is a blind date” and he wanted “to meet without any preconceived notions” or some rubbish like that. But Rose already had preconceived the notion that this bloke was a bit too sure of himself. It was just a bloody first date, after all, blind or not. He sounded like he was already practically planning their wedding.

She sighed, not for the first time over the last few days. Her friend, Shareen… actually Shareen’s new boyfriend whom Rose had never even met… had arranged this date: a bloke, named Adam Mitchell, whom he knew from the research labs at the Uni. The bloke had allegedly returned from college in the United States to do Post-Doctoral research on some hopelessly science-y subject Rose could barely even pronounce the name of. Why Shareen (or, more to the point, Shareen’s mysterious boyfriend…) had ever thought he would be a good match for her, Rose didn’t understand. She didn’t even have any A-levels to her name, and she worked in a shop, for God’s sake.

On top of that, if she was being honest, Adam had rubbed her a bit the wrong way with the dictatorial tone of his texts to her. It wasn’t an auspicious beginning.

“The last thing I need in my life right now,” she’d told Shareen in no uncertain terms, “is another condescending, controlling… shite boyfriend. Besides, I only just got rid of Jimmy. I really don’t think I’m ready for any sort of boyfriend.”

Shareen had scoffed. “But this isn’t Jimmy. This one actually has a real, functioning brain, and he has a proper career lined up. He has money, babe; he can look after you.”

“What? I’m supposed to be some kept woman? You sound like my flippin’ mum.”

It had taken some convincing, but eventually, Rose had tired of Shareen’s whinging, and capitulated, agreeing to go on this bloody date, despite her misgivings.

And here she sat, waiting for Adam to arrive, incessantly rearranging her stupid blue rose and terrified to order anything more than a glass of still water lest it bankrupt her. She felt like she’d been waiting forever but when she glanced at the time on her mobile, wondering if she’d been stood up, it turned out he wasn’t late… yet. Rose couldn’t decide if she should be relieved or disappointed.

After another five minutes of jittering her leg under the table linens and trying desperately not to bite her nails, she decided to pack it in. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want… this. She gathered her handbag from the floor by her feet, and made to stand, but stopped half-way. From the lobby, with the maître d’ standing next to him, appeared a tall, slender man a few years older than her. She observed him carefully for signs that he might be Adam: he had brown hair and eyes (check) and was wearing a suit and a tie adorned with blue flowers (check, again.)

So far so good.

Although, she had to admit, the overall image wasn’t quite what she’d expected from Adam, based on the tone of his texts to her. Somehow, she’d been expecting the brown hair to be carefully combed into place, not a delicious, expertly tousled mop that practically invited her to run her fingers through it. And the suit was a bit more casual than the “business casual” she’d been anticipating: rumpled brown with pinstripes; tie carelessly loosened from the confines of his collar; and a pair of battered, cream-coloured Converse on his feet, in place of dress shoes. Based on his tone, she’d thought Adam would have been more… put-together and formal.

Her heart dropped. It couldn’t be him. Loads of people had brown hair and eyes, and the tie… easily a coincidence. Besides, while she’d been told Adam was good-looking, this bloke was positively fit!

She watched with bated breath as he glanced around the restaurant. Her heart did a little flip when his eyes settled on the rose in front of her. Then his gaze lifted to hers and his face erupted into a wide, toothy grin. Rose’s breath caught and she immediately plonked back down into her seat.

She amended her first assessment: he wasn’t just fit; he was drop-dead, bloody gorgeous.

The man waved off the maître d’, who remained hovering behind him, and stepped toward Rose’s table. “Hello.” He continued to beam stupidly at her.

She figured her expression was equally ridiculous as she grinned back in a dreamy haze. “Hello.”

“The blue flower…” He nodded toward the rose in a soft Estuary accent that made her feel all gooey inside.

“Yeah. And the, erm… the tie,” she managed.

“The tie? Oh… yes, it’s one of my favourites. Love the tie. Erm…” he gestured to the empty chair across from her, “…may I?”

“Oh, God, sorry! Of course.”

He sat down and put his elbows on the table and leaned toward her. “So…”

“So…” Rose giggled (blimey, she wasn’t normally the giggly sort…), then pulled herself together. “So, you’re doing post-doctoral work at the Uni, yeah? On what was it, again?”

“Quantum and Temporal Physics.”

Rose gulped, really wishing she’d never let Jimmy-bloody-Stone manipulate her into dropping out of high school. Not that A-level anything would help her much in this situation, but at least she might have stood a chance. “Yeah, I thought it was something like that…”

“Fascinating field, really. My research is based on the premise that space and time are fundamentally linked at quantum level and that if we can travel on any trajectory through one, we should also be able to travel on any trajectory through the other. It’s just a matter of applying…” he rattled on, gesticulating with his hands. (He had lovely, long fingers, Rose mused dreamily, quite happy to listen to the cadence of his voice and imagine all the things those fingers could do.) “…and realigning the quantum matrices. You see, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint…” He trailed off. “I’ve lost you, haven’t I?”

“Just a bit, yeah.” She chuckled but her cheeks burned. “My brain checked out somewhere back around when you said, ‘space and time’.”

He cast her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry. I do this all the time. Donna, that’s my cousin, she calls me a great, big outer space dunce. I keep forgetting that not everyone is a genius, like me.” He sniffed and straightened his tie.

Rose arched her eyebrow at him. Okay, now this was more the Adam Mitchell she’d been expecting: a bit of a pretentious git.

“Oh, no! Sorry, so sorry! I’ve mucked it up again. I just meant… weeell, I am very clever, but I don’t mean that I think I’m better than other people… I just know things, I suppose. And I get excited and like to talk about them because I want to share my knowledge… and as Donna pointed out, I’m also a dunce.”

Rose’s heart swelled with sudden affection. He wasn’t being pretentious after all; he was just being… forthright, sweet.

“And getting back to what I really meant to say, earlier,” he blurted, “all that gobbledygook about time… it’s really just a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff.” 

Rose laughed. “Now that’s some science I can get my head around!”

He beamed at her again, his relief evident. “So, what do you do?”

Rose’s cheeks heated again. “Oh, me?” She averted her eyes, dreading the disappointment she would surely see settle on his face, but she supposed it was better she was upfront about it. “I’m just working in a shop… Henrick’s.”

“Oooooh, posh.” He waggled his eyebrows, setting her off giggling again. “I commend you. Not just anyone can handle rude customers all day. I bet you get some doozies in there!”

Bemused, Rose could only nod in agreement.

“I’d end up shouting at them and get fired the same day.”

“I feel like that too, sometimes, but I’ve learned to handle it, I guess. I’m top sales, every month.”

“Oh, well done! Brilliant!” He seemed genuinely proud of her achievement. There was no sarcasm in his tone or delivery, just open enthusiasm.

“But I really want to go back and get my A-levels,” she insisted, feeling she had to defend herself. “I was good at English and French back in school… and Art! I used to love painting!”

“I reiterate: brilliant! You should do just that if it’s what you want. What sort of things–”

The waiter stepped up to their table at that moment to offer them menus and tell them about the specials of the day. Rose listened intently. The food all sounded very opulent, and was probably delicious, but she didn’t have a clue what half of it was. She did her best to keep up, nodding politely and making interested noises at appropriate points.

“May I offer you something to drink while you peruse the menu?” the waiter offered.

“Oh, erm…” Rose stammered. What she really wanted was to order a pint, but she didn’t think that would go over too well at Révélations. And she didn’t want to order anything too expensive…  “I’d love a glass of red wine.”

“We have a lovely selection of fine house wines for you to choose from.” The waiter opened the wine menu and pointed to the appropriate section.

Rose bit her lower lip, the words swimming before her eyes, and her heart somersaulting around her chest. “I… erm…” She glanced over to Adam, who was watching her with slightly narrowed eyes. She couldn’t help thinking he was sizing her up… and she was failing. Then his expression softened, and he offered her a compassionate smile.

“Oooh, a glass of red sounds good. How about we just order a bottle?”

Rose nodded fervently.

“What do you recommend?” he asked the waiter.

When the wine was selected and the waiter had finally left, Rose opened her menu and pretended to read over the selections. She glanced shyly up at Adam from beneath her fringe. He too, was engrossed in the menu. “Thanks,” she murmured. “I don’t know…”

“Don’t thank me yet.” His eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement. “We can only hope our waiter chose a nice wine for us. Aaand, speak of the devil…”

The waiter reappeared, opened the wine, and poured a little into each of their glasses to taste. Rose held the glass to her lips, hesitantly taking a small sip. She hummed her appreciation as the fruity flavour exploded over her tongue.

Adam was decidedly less reserved in his approach. With a flourish of his eyebrows at Rose and a quirk of a smile, he swirled the liquid around his glass, and sniffed it intently. (The show-off!) “Ahhh… that’s lovely. And do I detect… NO! It can’t be? Is that an overtone of... bananas?” He winked at Rose.

“Bananas, sir?” The waiter goggled at him. “I… erm… bananas?”

Rose clapped her hand over her mouth to hold back the bark of laughter building in her throat.

“Oh, I love bananas!” Adam cheered. “Always bring a banana to a party. And if you can’t do that, find a brilliant wine with overtones of bananas! This is lovely, don’t you think?” he addressed Rose.

“Lovely, yeah,” she agreed.

“Pour away, my good man!”

As the poor, perplexed waiter filled their glasses, he asked: “Have you had a chance to view the menu?”

Rose met Adam’s eyes and gave a little shake of her head. He turned to the waiter. “A few more minutes, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ll come back in a little while.”

As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Rose couldn’t contain herself any longer: “Oh my God! Bananas?!”

“Oh, I thought he needed to lighten up a bit. This place is all a bit hoity-toity, in my opinion.” His eyes suddenly widened. “I hope you don’t mind…”

“Are you kidding? That was the best thing I’ve heard all week. The look on his face!”

“I know!”

They did nothing but grin stupidly at each other over sips of their wine for a few minutes, breaking into hopeless giggles every so often.

Adam took a deep breath and a gulp of wine. “So,” he asked, returning the subject to their earlier conversation, “back to school, eh? Is that something you’d want to do?”

“I think so, yeah. I want to at least be able to say I got my A-levels. I let a boy convince me I didn’t need them, and it was the worst decision I’ve ever made. I feel like… I dunno, it would be like taking my life back.”

He offered her a warm smile. “Well, good for you! And then… uni?”

“Maybe… who knows? Would that matter?” She worried the corner of her lower lip between her teeth. Despite her hesitancy to come on this date, she was really liking this bloke. She could see herself spending more time with him… if he were amenable. ‘Course she wouldn’t let on to Shareen. Shareen would be insufferable.

“What? No! Of course not! Uni is not the be-all and end-all. There are so many other avenues to pursue if that’s what you want. It was right for me, obviously, but…weeell…” he tugged on his ear, “you certainly don’t need my approval.”

Rose offered him a grateful little smile and ducked her head. She sighed happily. “What I’d really love to do, first, is take a year or so and just travel. Explore the world.”

“Oh, I’d love to travel too! I’ve spent so long at school. I mean I’ve studied in the States, but I never really had much chance to look around, to explore. I love to explore!”

“Me too! I’ve never been anywhere ‘cept when me and mum used to cram into Cousin Mo’s old car and drive to a beach in Dorset for a few days on the summer hols. Mum must have gotten sick of my whinging. She finally left me behind when I was fourteen. Blimey, she and Mo must have had a grand ol’ time without me taggin’ along.”

They both laughed.

“Where would you go,” she asked, “if you could choose?”

“Oh, I rather like the idea of blindfolding myself and throwing a dart at a map of the world. Seeing where the wind takes me.”

“Oh, that sounds perfect! But, on your own?” Rose blurted out the words, not thinking through how they would sound. He would probably think she was inviting herself along on this imaginary trip they were planning. Bloody hell, she’d not known him for more than twenty minutes.

He shrugged, his cheerful expression crumbling a bit around the edges. “There is no one else… not really…” His fringe fell over his face as he pointedly turned his eyes to the menu.

There was history there, and Rose wanted to learn more, but in this moment she just wanted to be there for him. She found herself dismissing any worries about being too forward, and impulsively, she reached across the table and rested her hand over his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “There’s me.” She licked her lips as his hand twitched under hers, sure he was going to pull it away.

Instead, he flipped his over so their palms were touching. A zing of something bloody brilliant coursed through her, and as their eyes met, she knew he felt it too, a shared energy. It felt so right. She swore she could feel the turn of the Earth, the ground under her feet spinning at a thousand miles an hour, like she was falling through space.

Stunned by the feelings exploding inside her, she opened her menu to divert her mind. Glancing up she saw Adam was doing the same.

A few minutes of awkward silence passed, their hands still touching; it seemed neither of them was willing to break the link between them. Finally, Adam spoke, gesturing to the menu, “So, what do you like, Reinette? It’s my first time here; I was hoping you could tell me what’s good.”

Rose let his words sink in. What was he on about? Hadn’t he selected this restaurant? Was this some sort of test? Frowning, she slid her hand from his. “It’s my first time here, too… Wait!” She pursed her lips as she processed his words. “Did you just call me… Reinette?”

His eyes bulged, his eyebrows disappearing under his fringe. “Oh, blimey! You aren’t…?” He ran a desperate hand through his hair. “I take it you’re not Reinette, then?”

Rose chuckled, shaking her head. “Never heard of her. And I’ll wager your name’s not Adam?”

“Adam?” He frantically ruffled his hair again. “Blimey! No, I go by Jonathan Noble.”

“Nice to meet ya, Jonathan Noble. Rose Tyler.”

“Rose Tyler, eh? Roooose Tyler. I have to admit, I like the sound of that. It suits you much better than Reinette. Aaaand, it goes a long way to explaining why you weren’t quite what I was expecting… Turns out, I wasn’t expecting you at all. I was expecting… well, Reinette, who I have to admit,” his voice dropped to a confidential whisper as he leaned across the table toward Rose, “seemed a little full of herself… a bit la-di-da, if you know what I mean?”

“Don’t I just,” she whispered back. “I got the same vibes from Adam. And then you… you seemed so…” she chewed on the corner of her finger, “…so… I dunno. We just seemed to click, yeah?”

He beamed. “Oh, yes! You know, looking back, now… I was a little surprised when you didn’t know what wine to order. I assumed Reinette was the sort that would be able to rattle on about fine wines until she was blue in the face.”

“I know! I kinda had the same experience with you… just the way you were dressed, yeah. I was expecting something a little more… proper, I guess.” His smile faltered and she felt a little rush of panic. “Oh, God! No, no! I didn’t mean…  I love this, what you’re wearing. It’s comfortable and, erm… approachable. It really suits you.”

“You think?” He flushed and tugged on his ear, his eyes filling with hope.

“Oh, yeah! And the Chucks… inspired!”

Rose glanced up past Jonathan’s shoulder, distracted by a woman who had just arrived and was putting up a bit of a fuss to the maître d’. “Erm, Jonathan…” she asked, trying to come off as casual, “…what made you think I was this Reinette-person?”

“Well, I was told to look for a beautiful blonde. And she told me she would have a blue flower… a lily! She’s originally from France. A blue lily! Oh…” He glanced down at Rose’s flower, lying beside her napkin, his mouth dropping open.  “Erm… you have a… a rose. Some genius I am, eh?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, easy mistake to make. I mean, what are the odds: specifically a blue flower? But...” she grimaced, nodding toward the reception area, “I’m afraid the real Reinette might have just arrived.”

Jonathan spun around in his chair and Rose followed the path of his eyes. The woman sniping at the maître d’ was a striking blonde, dressed in a chic, expensive-looking pantsuit. She was holding a blue lily and peering around the dining room.

Rose’s heart plummeted. She would never be able to compete with such a beautiful, sophisticated woman. What would a genius like Jonathan Noble ever want with a chav from an estate in Peckham, when he could have the likes of Reinette? She picked up her handbag and swept her blue rose into it. “Thanks for being so nice, Jonathan, but it seems your date has arrived.” She offered him a tight smile as she stood to leave.

“What? What? No, no, no! Please stay… Rose Tyler.” Her name rolled deliciously off his tongue again and he begged her with big, sad, puppy-dog eyes. And then there was his delectable, pouting lower lip… oh, wouldn’t she just love to kiss that lip?

“I… I can’t. It’s not right. I mean she’s so… you know… and I’m not...”

“Please? Rose? I was enjoying talking to you; really, properly enjoying it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yup,” he assured her with a little impatient nod. “Sit, please.”

Rose hesitated.

“Please.”

“Oh, all right!” If this lovely man wanted to finish this date with her, who was she to argue. They really had been getting along very well, after all. That energy between them when they’d held hands… she’d felt a connection with him like nothing she’d never experienced  before. A delightful shiver ran down her spine at the memory.

“By the way,” Jonathan asked as she settled herself again, “what made you think I was Adam? Was it the tie?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s just you mentioned it when I first arrived.”

“Oh, right,” Rose laughed. “Well, you obviously were looking for the flower too… but you – I mean he – told me he’d be wearing a tie with blue flowers on it. And there you were: tie with blue flowers. The two clues together…”

“Pure coincidence.” He winked. “I’d even venture to call it serendipitous, and I don’t generally believe in luck.”

“Oh, you don’t even know me yet.” Rose flashed him a toothy grin. “I could bring you nothing but misfortune, you never know.”

He dragged his gaze up from where the tip of her tongue teased him from the corner of her smile to meet her eyes. “Oh no, Rose Tyler, you have already saved me from a fate worse than death.” He nodded to Reinette who was currently flouncing through the restaurant, probably looking for him.

Rose bit her lip, stifling yet another giggle. “I haven’t saved you yet. Look out! She’s headed this way.”

“Oh, if I believe in one thing, I believe in you.” He reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You’ll save me. You are my lucky pants.”

“Your what?” Unable to contain herself any longer, she burst into a full belly-laugh, but she gulped it back quickly as Reinette swept up to their table.

“Excuse me?” Reinette spoke with a light but haughty French accent and gave Rose a critical once-over before turning her attention to Jonathan. “Are you Jonathan Noble?”

Jonathan offered the woman a perplexed frown. “You must be mistaken. My name is… erm…” he scrubbed at the back of his neck, “…Adam.”

Reinette pursed her lips, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “So, this means nothing to you, then?” With a flourish she showed him the lily.

“Oh, weeell, it’s a lovely flower… but, no…”

Reinette’s narrowed gaze flicked between the two of them, and Rose offered her a polite smile. With a harrumph, she moved away from their table to continue her search.

“Dodged that bullet!” Jonathan told Rose.

“Well, at least you didn’t get stood up.” Rose rolled her eyes, wondering what had happened to the real Adam.

“His loss. And my good fortune! See? You are my lucky pants.”

She shook her head. “You’re daft, you are! I guess we should take a look at these menus, yeah?”

He spent a few seconds flipping through the pages of the menu, then he sighed. “Actually… I know the wine is lovely – overtones of bananas and all – but since neither of us chose this restaurant, what do you say we pay for the wine and find somewhere else to eat. That is, if you want?”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief. “I know a really great pub not far from here that’s a little more my scene. They brew their own and they make the best fish and chips. I want chips.”

“Me too! Sounds brilliant. Shall we?”

Standing, she nodded fervently, and he threw some bills on the table to cover the cost of the wine, then offered her his elbow. She blushed, accepting his arm.

“Allons-y!” he chirped.

As they made their way to the maître d’ to offer their apologies, Reinette stormed up to them. “You lied to me! You are Jonathan Noble.” Her beautiful face was contorted in fury and she pointed adamantly at his shoes. “You told me you’d be wearing Converse with your… ahem…” she curled her lip, “...suit.”

“Weeell…” Jonathan’s shoulders tensed, and Rose could only hold her breath, waiting to see how he would respond. He flourished the arm that wasn’t linked with hers. “You got me! I admit. I lied. It seems there was a case of mistaken identity, two blind dates that got muddled up, and weeeell… Rose and I rather hit it off.” He was going for the honest approach, and Rose was quietly relieved.

Reinette, however, was livid! “Ridiculous!”

“I’m sorry,” Rose added, feeling the need to back Jonathan up. “He really did think I was you. We both had a blue flower, you see…”

Reinette snarled at Rose, then whipped around to face Jonathan. “I do not get… stood up! I insist you have dinner with me!”

Rose was distracted from Jonathan’s terse response by the insistent buzzing of her mobile with multiple incoming texts. She dropped his arm and scrambled in her handbag, finally finding the phone at the very bottom. The screen was lit up with no fewer than five notifications from Adam. It seemed he was running rather late, but told Rose, in no uncertain terms, that he expected her to wait for him.

“I’m worth the wait,” read his final text, followed by winky and aubergine emojis.

Rose rolled her eyes and fought her gag reflex. There was no bloody way she was going to wait for that tosser. And she was going to be having a few sharp words with Shareen about her (and her boyfriend’s) concept of what her ideal date looked like.

As it turned out, Rose thought as her eyes settled fondly on Jonathan, she had a pretty good picture of exactly what her ideal date looked like. And unfortunately, right now, he wasn’t faring well in his battle with Reinette. It was time for her to rescue him one more time.

“Tell ya what, Reinette,” she cut into the other woman’s rant, “a young man named Adam Mitchell is on his way here… right now. He’ll be wearing a tie with blue flowers and he’ll be expecting his date to have one of these...” She pulled the blue rose from her handbag and thrust it at the stunned Reinette. “Oh, and I don’t think he believes anyone could ever stand him up either, so you should get along famously.” 

With that, she slipped her hand into Jonathan’s, and as one, they turned toward the door and pushed it open. As they burst onto the pavement, they nearly knocked over a dark-haired young man, wearing a tie with gaudy blue flowers all over it.

“Oi!” he barked as they sputtered half-hearted apologies and hurried along the pavement.

“Was that…?” Jonathan started.

“Adam?” Rose finished for him. “Yeah, I think it must have been.” Their eyes met and they erupted into laughter and looked back over their shoulders to find Reinette and (presumably) Adam fuming in the doorway of the restaurant.

Gripping Jonathan’s hand tighter, Rose grinned up at him. “Run!” she shouted.

“Oh, yes!” he cheered as they took off at a sprint.

As she ran hand in hand with Jonathan, Rose felt as though she had something to look forward to for the first time in a long time. She had walked into Révélations dreading the evening ahead, but a simple mix-up had turned her blind date into a matter of pure blind luck. Now she was running toward a future full of promise and opportunity, a future she rather suspected Jonathan Noble would be a significant part of. 

She grinned. It was going to be fantastic.

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ღNice To Meet Ya!ღ

Bee was excited, at first, she always dreamed about traveling to Japan, and here she was!

Well, she was a little bit more than excited really. She still felt like she was walking on cloud nine when she stepped off the plane and into the terminal, her backpack nestled lightly on her shoulders as she went to go find her luggage.

 What she wasn’t expecting was a rush of overwhelming anxiety to hit her out of nowhere.

 It happened as she sat down at a nearby bench, clinging to her luggage with a vice-like grip as she idly looked at the sights around her as well as doing a little bit of people watching to past the time.

 She was alone.

 She had no family here.

 No one to relate to.

 She hadn’t even considered the obvious language barrier between her and everyone else.

 Completely and utterly independent, if you could call it that.

 She didn’t know why she hadn’t considered it before. Granted, winning a lottery to go to one of the best hero schools would have anyone distracted until they landed.

 Or was that just her?

 She fiddled with the afro-puffs in her hair, fluffing them out nervously as she waited for her guide to come and get her.

 What if they never came?

 Did they know what she looked like?

 What if she flunked out of UA? What would she do then?

 Her quirk wasn’t anything special, not for fighting anyways, but she could see herself as a rescue hero of sorts.

 Or maybe a walking talking light bulb was more like it?

 She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it mindlessly once she drew her pattern to unlock it.

 Should she call her dad?

 Lament to him about her increasing anxiety about being 6,778 miles, thanks Google, from home and how this was stupid or how she was probably gonna either drop out or flunk?

 That didn’t sound too bad actually, it sounded like a normal conversation they would have.

 Before she could tap on the green call button, she heard her name being called.

 She lurched her head up, looking side to side nervously.

 Was she imagining it? Oh God, was she hallucinating?

 Could nerves do that to you?

 “Hi, are you Bee?”

 Maybe staring blankly at the person who addressed you by name like you couldn’t wrap your head around basic human interactions wasn’t the best response. But, Bee wasn’t the brightest person in the room.

 Well, not metaphorically.

 “Oh yeah, I’m so sorry! My brain froze the moment you called my name. I thought I imagined it at first. No one ever gets it on the first go.”

 The kind smile the woman gave all but melted her into a formless heap on the floor.

 “I know how you feel. When I first traveled here, a representative of my new agency had come to greet me, and my expression was the same as the one you just gave me.”

 The woman laughed to herself. It fell from her lips like notes from a soft piano solo, delicately accompanying her gentle frame.

 “So, you’re a Hero?”

 “Oh, yes! I didn’t even introduce myself, how rude of me.” The woman cupped Bee's small hands in her warm, slightly bigger ones, the smile etched on her face never faltering for even a second. “My name is Bellamy Reigns, I work as the support hero Flo here in Japan, it’s nice to meet you.”

 Their handshake was brief but firm, she only hoped to God that her hands weren’t as "clammy" as they usually were.

 She couldn’t help how warm she always was.

 “Are these all your belongings? I know you just got here, you’re probably going through some stages of jetlag but I can help you with that, right now we need to drop your stuff off at your new apartment and get you to your first day at UA.”

 Bellamy clasped her luggage and made a beeline for the entrance of the airport, Bee trying desperately to keep pace with her and also avoid bumping into the people passing by her.

 “Oh, this is sooo exciting! You’ll love it here, I promise! Ah, you remind me of when I was your age, so ready to be on my own and face the world. Only to call her parents in a panic because she didn’t know her right from her left she was so nervous!”

 Bellamy gave her an encouraging smile when she met her gaze as she glanced over her shoulder, receiving a timid smile in return.

 “Flo, so nice of you to join us, what happened this time?”

 A woman with cocoa brown skin, thunder cloud grey hair, and pumpkin orange hues dressed in simple business attire stared holes through the pair as they approached UA’s front gate.

 An hour behind schedule.

 “I was getting her settled into her new apartment and we lost track of time, that and our cab here was late.”

 The woman’s stare got heavier.

 “All I hear is excuses Reigns, why didn’t you drive your car here instead? You drove it to the airport, didn’t you?”

 “You know I don’t have the car right now Ami- “

 “And so, you still didn’t plan accordingly?”

 She began to tap her foot in annoyance.

 “You have to take more responsibility with your job Reigns, I’m honestly surprised they haven’t fired you yet.”

 “It wasn’t her fault, if anything, I’m the one that distracted her with all my hero-worship. And so what if we were late? You’re acting like the world was gonna end if we didn’t get here on time. You don’t have to be so rude about it.”

 Bee huffed at the woman, crossing her arms to mock her pose.

 The icy glare the woman gave her in return almost made her heart flatline. All the confidence she had mustered drained from her like emptying bathwater, causing her to slink behind Bellamy pitifully.

 “Her tie isn’t even on correctly.”

 “She wanted a bow tie.”

 “And you let her? Bellamy, you’re an adult, start acting like one.”

 “Having a bow tie isn’t a big de- “

 The woman brought her hand up to silence Bellamy, Bee catching the way the air around them became so tense it was almost suffocating.

 “We’ll discuss this later, she’s late and you have a class to teach. Dump her onto Weylyn and get moving.”

 Bellamy sighed through her nose before giving the girl beside her a warm smile.

 “Come on sunshine, you have a class to catch.”

 They walked into the bustling halls to be greeted by two girls standing idly by the lockers.

 One had long, flowy sea-green hair that cascaded down her slim body and stopped an inch shy of touching the floor. The deep color complimenting her round sepia brown face and bringing attention to her gleaming sunset orange eyes.

 The girl to the right of her stood rigid and emotionless, posed like a dutiful guard ready to attack at any moment. Her thick, bushy bark colored mane silhouetted her intimidating frame as two soft brown ears jutted from the sides of her diamond-shaped face. Her deep forest green eyes boring into Bee's chestnut brown ones seemingly in anger.

 The girl with the green hair was the first to approach them, her face brightening as she swung her arms up in a welcoming gesture.

 “Hello! You must be Bee, right? It’s so nice to have finally met you! I’m Arlo Weylyn by the way and I’ll be your guide until you get settled into UA.”

 Arlo brought her into a tight hug before pulling back to meet her gaze, her hands resting comfortably on her shoulders.

 “Oh yeah, that’s me! And yeah, it’s really nice to have met you too Arlo and...?”

 Bee tilted her head to look at Arlo’s silent companion who stared back at her with disinterest before focusing on the woman behind her.

 “Oh, this is Selah. She's been dubbed my shadow as of late but, don’t worry about her. She means well, I promise. Oh! Mrs. Flo, I couldn’t help but notice that Downer was seeming, well down, for lack of better words, did something happen?”

 Bellamy perked up at the sound of her name, her warm smile settling back on her face again.

 “Amias is fine Arlo, don’t worry about it, okay? Could you get sunshine here to her class, please? She’s already late, and I wouldn’t want her to miss out on any more important lessons.”

 Arlo nodded as she ushered the girl toward her first-year class, which was thankfully English as of right now.

 On the way to the classroom the trio, more like just Bee and Arlo, had made idle conversation about where they were from. Arlo being born and raised in Colchester England, and how their quirks worked.

 “So, your quirk allows you to glow?”

 “Yeah. It’s pretty boring, I guess.”

 “No, it isn’t! Any quirk can be amazing if you put effort into reaching its full potential.”

 “Whatever boats you float.”

 Bee fiddled with the straps of her backpack as she looked up, catching the gaze of smiling blue eyes.

 Her stomach did cartwheels as she forgot how to walk, almost tripping over her feet and getting up close and personal with the floor.

 Her stomach dropped into the Earth’s core as the owner of the blue eyes came closer, smile rivaling the sun with how bright it was.

 To be honest, he was probably rivaling her with how bright she must have been glowing. She just really hoped she wasn’t blinding anyone.

 He stopped in front of her and began to speak excitedly. His words zipping past her face like an arrow from an experienced archer.

 With all these people speaking English, she had completely forgotten about the blaring problem of a language barrier. Looking at Arlo almost pathetically for help.

 They had talked back and forth for a while as she stood there confused. Arlo gesturing to Bee periodically and the guy smiling even wider, if that were possible, with every word that fell from Arlo’s glossy lips.

 “Bee, this is Togata Mirio. He’s really happy to meet you, he says, and is hoping you two become friends.”

 Bee stared at the boy standing in front of her, noting how his soft blue eyes and blonde hair kinda reminded her of Lucas from Smash Brothers.

 Holding back a laugh, she brought her hand up to shake his, putting on her best smile for him.

 “It’s nice to meet you too, Mirio!”

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Femme: 29

[MASTERLIST]

Recap: Work is finished for the year. After yet another mishap walking home, Joon asked to speak with you. He had been stressed from a big case at work so you decided to try and relieve him. A blow job later, you visited Yoongi’s home studio and he helped you finish before helping himself. Jimin returned home, dinner with the fam. Once they leave you decided it is a good time to talk about your kinks and preferences as a group.

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader

Rating: Mature Themes.

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Blow job, Squirting, Masturbation, daddy/baby girl, praise kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, group sex, first time, deep throat, over stimulation, forced orgasm (if you squint really hard across a football field, you might see some Yoonmin), (if you turn your head ninety degree’s and shut your left eye, and then shut the right you might read some KookieMonster/NamKook), (If you shake your head back and forth and wave your hand in front of your face between you and your phone you might read some dirty talk)

Length: 4.2k words

Announcement: I just picked some standard kinks from a website that I thought weren’t too crazy or too boring.

“Alright well let’s go to the table and do this seriously, because it is going to be a long discussion” You breathed heading to your room to collect your paper. When you stepped out you saw Yoongi making coffee and hot chocolate while Jungkook was putting out some snacks.. You decided to sit at the head of the table and Namjoon took the opposite with his laptop. Looking around you started addressing some issues. “Nobody is allowed to make fun of, laugh or shame anyone for anything, feel free to add anything to your lists whilst we sit here because if I hear something that sounds interesting. I won’t hesitate to add it to my list.”

“What if something in our ‘Yes’ column is in your ‘No’ column”  Hoseok looked pretty nervous, you reached over the table taking his hand. Telling them all that everything is subject to change. They all seemed a little nervous looking around wondering who was going to read theirs first.

“Well I guess I will start, just so you can get an idea, let’s begin with the ‘Yes’ column. Everything leading to sex is not only okay but I would say required, that includes kissing and touching foreplay business” They all nodded, you could see Jungkook and Seokjin’s neck and ears going red. Namjoon was typing on his laptop agreeing with your words. “Oral both giving and receiving. Threesomes and group sex. Voyeurism and exhibitionism. Bondage and rough sex, both being tied and tying my partner up sounds fun. Female domination now i’m not saying I am good at it, but I am comfortable with trying it.”

Pausing letting your words sink in. The boys were shifting in their seats looking anywhere but at one another and fiddling with their paper. You smiled when you caught Namjoon’s eyes across the table, he nodded for you to continue. 

“Dirty talk and trying Experimental positions. Impact play, more specifically the idea of spanking seems fun, I don’t know about paddles or whips and I would currently at this moment limit the area’s of impact to my thighs ass. Role Playing sounds like a lot of fun. Lingerie makes me feel very pretty so that would be a nice experience. Sensation play, like music, blind folds or feathers seems very sensual. Shibari and Kinbaku, sounds like something I want to try. Daddy/Baby Girl and Kitten play. Toys are welcome. And the one I really like the idea of but you all may not is watching you boys together” 

You waited for Namjoon to catch up with typing and you looked at the boys who all looked a little weirded out at the mention of them being intimate with one another you giggled. A few however looked thoughtful contemplating the idea, but you didn’t let it linger for too long.

“Things that are in the ‘Maybe’ column as I am unsure if I will like them or they are something I would request you ask before trying and perhaps even ask before every time you wish to try. Include Anal Sex, Foot fetishism, Orgasm Control. Humiliation I may be fine with you calling me a degrading names but if you take it too far I might get upset. Gagging, I am scared I might actually vomit if you actively try but I am more than happy to try.”

“For The ‘No’ Column. Wax and Fire play, seems messy and dangerous. Electrostimulation. Water sports and Scat play. No way in hell am I wanting to use biological human waste in the bedroom it is messy and very unhealthy. But I would also like to say accidents happen and I understand that. I damn near cried when I thought I had peed myself this afternoon.”

“You were cute though, covering your face and apologizing. If it happens accidentally we would never be mad and we would still love you baby” Yoongi smiled up the table running his fingers along his bottom lip.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked trying to look between you and Yoongi.

“Namjoon was stressed so I gave him a blow job and Yoongi returned the favor to me, in the studio.” You said quietly and Taehyung’s mouth fell open.

“How was it?” Hoseok grinned asking Namjoon

“Amazing, better than anything you could dream of” Namjoon said “Women are amazing”

“She is so cute, and tastes amazing” Yoongi licked his lips moaning under his breath remembering the events from

“Very sensitive” Seokjin smiled

“You too?” Taehyung whined pointing at three of his hyungs “Baby bear me too, me too”

“Ya wait your turn I am the next oldest” Hoseok said and you laughed wholeheartedly at their argument over who got to be with you next.

“We only made out, with a bit of touching nothing more” Seokjin huffed “I should get a proper turn”

“I am not following a particular order. I am just living in the moment and trying to forget my worries about being intimate. If something feels good, I will try to let it happen, if I am not busy” You ran your hand through your hair watching them. They went around adding in new things they wanted to try, you added a few more to your list, your favorite was cock warming. 

“That sounds lovely, I would love to fall asleep that way.” A few of them seemed to squirm once more at the thought. You had established a safe word, looking fondly at the bracelet around your wrist. The safe word was ‘Bangtan’ which made Jungkook’s heart fluttering.

“And that’s everyone” Namjoon smiled saving the document to an external hard drive so he doesn’t accidentally get it mixed with his work documents. He printed a copy for the filing cabinet, in his office. 

“Well I am going to head to bed. Oh and I don’t work until after the New Year, Something about people not eating Ice Cream during Winter which is barbaric if you ask me?” You laughed trying to make your escape. Hoseok grabbed your arm pulling you onto his lap. You could feel how turned on he was just from the discussion. “Hey you can’t be selfish, if you do this in front of the boys you have to be willing to share” 

“We can share, isn’t that right boys?” He grinned running his hands up the front of your shirt, standing up you slipped away from his wandering hands. He looked curious after you, hoping he didn’t offend or scare you but still smiling brightly as part of him could tell from your body language you were being playful. 

You moved across the table to sit on Jungkook’s lap smiling at Hoseok. He pushed his tongue against his cheek at your action. The youngest was also sporting a rather large bulge in his pants and was rather flushed. Noticing their hungry eyes fall on you, a heavy feeling filled the room like a thick layer of pheromones calling out. Jungkook had his forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, panting heavily the hormones rushing to his head and frying his brain from all thoughts.

You were trying not to panic, your earlier promised to not worry was gone. This anticipation between the actions and words was hard to deal with. You weren’t in the moment enjoying yourself, you were worried about how to initiate this. They all seemed to be waiting for you to make a move or do something.

Busying yourself with cleaning up all the mugs from the table as nonchalantly as possible. Jungkook joined you packing away the snacks and throwing away any rubbish. “Kookie you should take a shower, you were working out”

“Don’t have too much fun without me?” He looked absolutely defeated his eyes turned down like a sad bunny, you could imagine ears flopping down by his head. Catching his arm before he could retreat down the hallway.

“We won’t do anything without you Jungkook” You assured him pulling him down for a kiss. He was quick to show enthusiasm and with all the practice he had every morning before work. He knew what you liked and wasn’t afraid to exploit it.

“Shower with me?” he whispered against your lips 

“I can, but we have to invite the other boys too” you thought for a moment squeezing his biceps.

“What are you two plotting?” Hoseok huffed

“Anyone who wants to come for a shower, let’s go” he gave a boyish grin at his hyungs throwing you over his shoulder and smacking your butt. “Come on yeobo, your our leading lady”

“I am so dirty, I was traveling all day on the train” Jimin shot out of his seat.

“I should probably shower too” Seokjin said heading to the bathroom, you couldn’t see them anymore as Jungkook continued down the hall.

“You already had a shower?” Taehyung accused the older male, you were laughing as Hoseok snuck up behind Jungkook and gave you a kiss whilst you hung from the maknaes shoulder.

“I got sweaty making dinner, and it’s bad for my beautiful face to be sweaty” The older male said dramatically appearing in the hallway

You were placed down in the middle of the bathroom. Jungkook stepped back unsure. Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon were the first to remove their shirts. Jungkook backed away behind the braver three, slowly pulling off his own shirt. Telling himself it was just like at the gym, some guys go shirtless when working out.

Yoongi noticed your expression stepping closer, turning your back to the boys to give you some privacy “Tell me what’s got you worried?” His eyes scanning your face, Yoongi had spent most of his life observing never really participating and he learnt a lot from, enough to know that you were worried. 

“I am just nervous when everyone gives me time to think, If someone initiates this, I will be fine” You hummed it was stupid but you were just so unsure these were the boys you were to be with forever and you loved them to pieces, you didn’t want to ruin anything.

“Initiate how?” your cheeks flamed in embarrassment from his question, but he looked at you sincerely. His thumb brushing the pink tint on your cheek.

“Just if someone starts kissing me, I will be distracted and feel more confident to get undressed”

“Hoseok, c’mere” Yoongi’s Daegu accent slipped out and you licked your dry lips.

“I like your Daegu Satoori, it’s sexy” he nodded his mouth pressed together in a line Hoseok stopping beside you.

“I will keep that in mind kitten. Hobi, kiss her with everything you got” Yoongi slapped Hoseok’s ass. Hoseok reacted like he was a race horse at the starting gates. Lurching forward and pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed back feeling the anxiety melt away. 

Yoongi stood behind you his cool fingers were unbuttoning your shirt, sliding the material off your shoulders kissing your exposed skin. “Our kitten is very shy, she says that she gets anxious when she has to initiate things, she likes to be distracted because that’s when she becomes most confident”

You began removing your jeans and Hoseok moved to your neck. In the mirror, you saw the boys watching each had removed their shirts. Yoongi and  Namjoon were removing their trousers. You beckoned them all. Taehyung bounded over like a puppy turning in Hoseok’s arms. He enveloped you his big hands splayed across your back.

 He dove in for a kiss and you met him enthusiastically, pulling off his shirt and letting your hands trace his body as you had with Hoseok. Taehyung started trying to remove your bra but was struggling, you couldn’t help giggling into his mouth. 

He was pouting and whining about you laughing at him. Apologizing you reached behind you removing the offending brassier, tossing it behind Taehyung at the boys. His eyes widened comically and he froze staring at your breasts. A few of the other boys tried to look around Taehyung to get a glimpse.

The shower started running and it was then you noticed Yoongi had disappeared his clothes dumped onto the tiles where he once was standing. With a grin you ran your hand through your hair and headed to the shower opening the glass door, removing your underwear before stepping inside.

“Kitten you look delectable” Yoongi said under one of the many jets of water that seemed to come out from every angle. The shower seemed fitting for the eight of you. You stood under one of the water jets and wet your hair, the trickling of warm water eased your tense shoulders.  

“I see why the shower is so big now” Namjoon muttered stepping into the shower. Making sure not to look down just yet. You didn’t want to freak any of them out by staring at their junk, “how else would we all fit”

Jungkook was pushed in by Hoseok who was massaging Jungkook’s shoulders telling him to relax. Jungkook’s hands covering himself, everyone followed like an impromptu conga line. He must have been rather nervous he was the youngest and had already told you he felt inferior to his hyungs. Walking over you place your hand on his back leading him to the warm water. Pulling him against you feeling, his boner pressed between you and his lower abdomen. 

He kissed you like he would everyday at the park, his lips traveling to your neck you noticed all the guys watching and your thighs tightened around nothing. You had your work cut out for you. Seven hot blooded young men with healthy sex drives. You pressed him to sit on the built in shower seat, it was a long tiled bench that ran across the bottom half of the wall.

Dropping to your knees and breaking away from the kiss, you took him in your hand. He let out a small mewl at your touch his stomach muscles contracting. You saw him looking at the others nervously. 

“Don’t look at us, look at her, trust me you won’t want to miss it” Namjoon sighed, placing his hand behind Jungkook’s head and tilting it to face back down. You moaned at the sight.

You kissed his lips and telling Jungkook what you wanted to do. “Is that okay?”

“Yes” he said breathless before correcting himself “Uh please if you want to” 

He was so hard. Wrapping your fingers around his length, running your thumb over his head. You massage him slowly not in a teasing way but just fast enough for him to get used to the feeling, not wanting to rush him. Pumping his cock you lean down tasting the beads of precum that begin leaking with a long lap of your tongue. A groan gets caught in his throat for a second before rolling from his chest.

You finally feel like seven men isn’t such a challenge. Not when they make you feel so sexy. With your new found enthusiasm, you take him into your mouth trying not to send him over the edge just yet, but he is young and his groans become louder and more frequent. He bucks his hips and he can’t control himself burying himself deeply searching for warmth. You moan and try to relax feeling your gag reflex start to put up a fight but you breathed slowly through your nose and hummed trying to soothe the reaction. 

Your nose was pressed against his pubic bone the burn in your throat was like drinking Yoongi’s whiskey. A few stray tears mixing with the water from the shower. Grabbing his hips trying to control his pace so you had adequate time to breathe between thrusts. He was close, growling an animalistic sound as he came. The sight of him coming undone, made your own arousal spill down your thighs.

He let you go, his body shuddering as he was calming down and you coughed slightly, noticing Namjoon watching him. You sat beside Jungkook, kissing his neck and whispering to him making sure what he had experienced was okay. Once you were sure everything had gone well you looked up at the six pairs of eyes staring down at you. The throbbing between your legs becoming almost painful. They had been watching you and judging by each of their hard members they had liked what they saw.

Some of them were languidly stroking their hard cocks, while others were trying not to spoil themselves instead patiently waiting their turn. Seokjin makes eye contact winking at you, he steps over when Jungkook shakily stands. Some of the guys complain that it should be your choice who is next and he turned.

“Who is the oldest me or you?”

“You” they chorused

“So who should go next me or you?”

“You” they chimed again

He turned to you a devilish smirk on his full lips, he kisses you before he slips onto the floor in front of you. You blush causing him to chuckle. “You are so amusing, one moment you are a fiery minx, and the next you are blushing looking so innocent” he smiled opening your legs, shuffling forward he kissed you. His thumbs pressed along the undersides of your breasts and he squeezed them swallowing your whimpers.

He bent his head down to your chest. Seokjin’s tongue circling around your nipples. He took each in turn, you were unable to sit still as every pinch, lap and squeeze sent a buzz through your core. You were not quiet, making such provocative noises that bounced off the tiles. He smirked kissing the valley between your breasts and journeying south, pulling your hips forward for easier access.

He kissed your thighs, you saw Yoongi move out the corner of your eye. Turning to see him swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes meeting yours. A sharp pain spread through your thigh and you looked down Seokjin had sunk his teeth against your smooth skin. 

“You keep your eyes on me, I am not a patient man, I don’t like when people interrupt me while I am enjoying my meal” He soothed the mark he left with his tongue. Leaned down, his broad shoulders bumping your knees. He sighed against you, the heat of his breath so close to your heat made your stomach clench almost doubling over. He muttered about how his wide shoulder getting in the way. He tried again and frowned before grabbing your ankle and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.

He dove between your legs, his tongue swirling around your clit as he buried his face between your folds. You noticed his hand between his leg, tracing his fingers along his length. He moaned a low ‘fuck’ and groaned so deeply the vibrations made your back arch,Your fingers curling into his hair as he smirked up at you. He was taking his time with himself but he didn’t waste a second with your own pleasure.

“What does she taste like, Jin-Hyung?” Jimin asked

“Sweet like Peaches and vanilla” he said against you, it wasn’t long before you shuddered, thighs quivering threatening to close on his face. your voice warning him but he continued pressing his tongue harder against your clit, his hand squeezing around his dick. He came quietly breathy, you were the opposite coming loudly. He panted laying his cheek against your thigh and closing his eyes for a second to catch his breath.

“I want to go next” Taehyung said you took a deep breath swallowing trying to relieve your dry throat. 

“We should probably hop out of the shower soon, we have used a lot of water” you muttered

“Taehyung rushed over, Wait I want to try with you in here please” you nodded  he sat beside you kissing you his tongue fighting with yours. He pulled a funny face, “you taste like Kookie”

You moaned against him as he kissed you he wasn’t slow, he was all about chasing pleasure and you liked that. He reached between your legs, slowly played with your clit, his fingertips were slightly calloused you suspected from growing up on a farm. He pressed a single digit inside of you. One finger became two and two became three, you winced slightly. Curling his fingers forward, your body twitched against his palm, he moved his fingers quickly. He was not precise he was just creating a mess. His lips were pressed to your neck biting and sucking the flesh creating deep bruises against your skin.

You felt the familiar pressure you had felt with Yoongi. But he stopped causing a cry of despair to paint your lips, he lifted his head from watching his fingers getting sucked inside of you to look at you. His warm breath fluttering against your neck. “Can I, be inside you” he asked

His cute phrase contrasted his dark look, you nodded letting him lift you onto his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder. One hand around the base of his cock the other guiding your hips down against him.

He pressed against you, but it wasn’t quite right, reaching between you to move him to the correct place. He tried to pull you down onto his lap, but stopped him removing his hands from your hips placing them on your breasts. “No, Tae. Go slow otherwise you could hurt me” You said taking his lip between your teeth and biting it, as you moved on your own.

Taehyung’s low moans were delicious, they alone had you clenching around him. Soon you were seated on his length resting your head on his shoulder. You moved yourself slowly leaning back so the curve of his shaft would press against your most sensitive sweet spots.

“Go ahead” You breathed he gripped your hips helping you ride him, you were glad you had stayed in the shower as this was messy. Your hips bouncing in the air wildly. He was growling to himself, words you couldn’t understand but the gravel in his deep voice was sexy. He finished inside you throwing his head back panting. He continued muttering against your skin leaving more marks behind, you began to comprehend what he was saying.

“So tight, ah”

You lifted yourself from his lap and felt his cum run down your inner thighs. Hoseok sat down beside Taehyung instantly pulling you onto his lap. Your back resting against his chest, he kissed your neck and spoke to you not quiet or subtle. He outright asked if he could fuck you. Lifting your hips as an invitation, he positioned himself at your entrance. impaling yourself on his hard cock with an ‘oof’. Namjoon turned off the shower, the steam kept the room warm as did your activities.

“Can you use your mouth pretty girl?” Hoseok asked you nodded telling him you would love to. He squeezed your thighs “Anyone want to try this pretty mouth?”

They looked at each other Jimin stepping forward making sure no one protested. You kiss him hard, his plush lips were so soft, his tongue brushing yours. He pulled back and you eagerly leaned forward and took him into your mouth. Hoseok set the pace, it was a strong rhythm and they both kept perfect time. 

They were in sync but totally different, Hoseok wanted to go faster gripping your hips and picking up the pace with grunts and agile hip thrusts. Jimin was whining. As much as he loved to get rough he wanted your first time together to be slow. Wanting to savor the feeling of you, wanting to tease you.

Yoongi hissed at the sight, as Jimin gripped your hair tightly, he was very attractive his features stunningly androgynous, Yoongi felt watching you both was becoming too much. Jimin’s eyes scrunched tight his head thrown back leaving his throat exposed, “I can’t” he whined “It’s too much”

Jimin was cumming, his body vibrating, you swallowed happy to watch him come undone. Yoongi had staggered over as Jimin rode out his orgasm. Yoongi’s accent thickened his words incoherent, it sounded like he was in pain his body straining to stand upright.

Jimin’s moans were like a throaty velvet and his whines were like a beautiful choir song echoing through the bathroom. Yoongi tried to say something again but got choked up as Jimin let out a long moan letting his head roll forward once more. Yoongi came hard, some landed on your face but most of it landed on Jimin’s abdomen. Removing Jimin from your mouth you licked his abdomen tasting Yoongi. But what you weren’t expecting was Jimin running a finger up his stomach and tasting him as well. The sight brought you to the edge, your walls clenching around Hoseok. Squirting over his lap, Hoseok’s hips stuttered and he came with a praise leaving his lips before laying his head back against the cool tiles.

Namjoon, walked over gently picking you up from Hoseok who looked absolutely spent. Before sitting you on his lap, he started talking to you, running his hands over your wet hair, moving it out of your face. “Hey baby, you did so good. You think you can take one more?”

“Of course daddy” You breathed slowly as he lifted you onto his dick, you were going to be sore tomorrow.

“Look how pretty you look stuffed with my cock, baby. I am going to fill you up so much, does that sound good?”

You squirmed as his thumb rubbed against your sensitive nub, you tried to pull away the sensations too much after just finishing your second orgasm of the night. The boys started the shower again and jerked off while watching you. “I can’t come again”

He ignored you and continued “I know you can, you can come again, your such a good girl”

You felt the tightness begin in your belly, you couldn’t sit still every touch, every thrust sent after shocks from your last orgasm through your body. 

He tried a few different techniques and soon, had you on the edge, he smirked praising you some more promising to fill you. Your orgasm hit you almost painfully, crying out, it wasn’t as nice as the first or as powerful as the second. This was forced but still amazing in it’s own way.

After the shower was a daze, you were dried and dressed with the help of the maknae’s and when you stepped out heading to bed you saw the lounge room had been converted two large mattresses covered the floor with blankets and pillows piled up. Hoseok put on your favorite movie and you fell asleep in Taehyung and Yoongi’s arms.

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Calamity Tales: Time Jump

(Here’s the next one.)

(Slight warning: A little NSFWish. Not actual acts, just implications.)

Cling!

Klank!

“Babe, going to have to be a bit quicker than that!”

“Now My Pearl, you are not underestimating me, are you?”

“No, but are you?”

Slash!

Clang!

Clink!

After a week of rain, weather in Zora’s Domain was finally clear enough for people to be out and about again. As travelers arrived and brought their usual goods, the domain was busy once again.

Except two familiar faces weren’t present.

Having been restless the whole week, having taken to more residence in the domain, Lulu got her father-in-law to give her husband the day off. Sidon was reluctant at first, but with Dorephan agreeing to watch their son Sunny, Sidon was convinced to slip off with his wife to the reservoir. Suggesting some training, the pair grabbed weapons they felt suited in using as they went into one on one combat; Vah Ruta resting in the background as a watchful presence as the two trained on the walkway.

Wielding two ceremonial tridents, Sidon was having some trouble keeping up with Lulu. Compared to her husband, Lulu was tiny. Though what she lacked in height, she made up for in speed and strength. Having trained for years under her grandfather, Lulu easily zipped and slid around Sidon’s strikes with the tridents; her ink-blades clashing against them with ease when the weapons came in contact.

Though that didn’t mean Sidon couldn’t hold his own against his wife. Sidon knew how to play defensive around his wife and use his weight and height to hold his ground.

As weapons continued to strike against each other, they finally stood at a stand off as the weapons came together with the couple using their weight against each other.

“Lulu, my darling love, are you not tired of this already? We have been at this for hours already and I think there is a better way to spend our free time than trying to outdo each other,” Sidon commented with a purr; trying to distract his wife a little.

Having pushed more of his weight onto the tridents, the force now had Lulu on one knee as she held her ground.

Chuckling, Lulu replied, “Tsh, and what did you have in mind my handsome prince?”

Giving another purr, Sidon gave a look that obviously indicated what he was talking about.

Chuckling, Lulu replied, “Only if I’m on top this time darling,” before using more of her strength to push Sidon back.

Catching him off guard, Sidon had to step back as Lulu jumped up and did a spin kick; knocking one of the tridents out his hand and into the air.  Sheathing both ink-blades into the ground, Lulu caught the trident with one of her tentacles before spinning it around and grabbing it with her two hands; pointing it towards Sidon’s neck.

Stunned, Sidon was completely taken a back, yet, at the same time, completely turned on by such a stunt from his wife.

Pulling the trident back before standing it straight, Lulu gave a smirk and a wink before busting into laughter.

Retaining his composure, Sidon too busted into laughter as the pair laughed for a good few minutes.

Finally catching his breath, Sidon embedded the other trident into the ground before walking slightly over to Lulu and bent down to her level.

“You are trouble. You know that, yes?” Sidon purred.

Having wiped away the laughing tears, Lulu wigged her nose at him before replied, “You still married me.”

Nuzzling against her tentacles, Sidon replied, “One of the best decisions of my life.”

“Hmm, what’s the other?” Lulu cooed.

“Our little bouncy boy who is probably sliding down his grandfather’s legs as he always does when my father watches him,” Sidon replied.

This got them both chuckling again before Sidon captivated Lulu’s lips. Breaking the kiss after a few minutes of solid make out, Lulu nuzzled against her husband’s face before speaking.

“We walking back or stay put and use the bed that most forget is up here?” Lulu chuckled.

“Only if you don’t mind the chill the rain left,” Sidon purred.

“Hmmm, I think I rather have warm bed sheets than chilly outdoors any day. No fun if you’re freezing half to death,” Lulu hummed.

“As I figured you would say,” Sidon chuckled.

Kissing his wife once more, Sidon grabbed the trident out of her hand before sheathing it onto his back. Standing back up, Sidon walked over to the other one before unearthing it out of the stone and placing with it’s twin; waiting for his wife to grab her things. Grabbing her ink-blades, Lulu compacted them down; the blade’s tips sliding down into the other half of the blades before both pieces sliding into the hilts. Walking over to the bag she brought,  Lulu placed the hilts into it before throwing the strap over her shoulder and walked back over to Sidon. Standing in front of him, Lulu was lifted up and climbing over his shoulders, held onto Sidon as they were about to leave.

As they are about to head down the stairs, Sidon’s foot on the first of a long staircase down, the ground began to rumble. Confused and concerned, Sidon grabs onto the railing with one hand and the other onto Lulu.

“Earthquake?” Lulu questions in a slight panic.

“I am not sure. Just hang on,” Sidon replied; still holding onto the rail as the ground rumbled under his feet.

Grabbing onto his head fin and wrapping an arm under his tail, Lulu held on as the two held out through the unexpected earthquake.

That is till Vah Ruta roared out.

Looking in her direction in confusion, Vah Ruta roared out again as the sky started to turn twilight. Hearing a strange mechanical cry, a blue beam of light came out of nowhere as it hit Vah Ruta; causing a blinding light which the pair shielded their eyes from by turning their heads.

As quickly as this all happened, things returned to normal as the sky went back to clear blue and the ground stopped rumbling.

Opening an eye and sitting up straight again, Lulu was confused as she looked around her surroundings. Standing up straight, Sidon opened his before turning around and returning to the water’s edge.

“Hylia, what was that?” Sidon questioned.

“I don’t know….Sidon! That light hit Ruta!” Lulu replied, realizing what had gone on.

Realizing what she meant, Sidon didn’t hesitate to jump into the water and swim toward Ruta; Lulu hanging on by his side head fins.

Slowing down, the pair approached Ruta before Sidon did a one around around her.

“She doesn’t look harmed,” Lulu remarked.

“No, but what about inside,” Sidon replied as he approached the ramp to climb onto Ruta.

Helping Lulu off and climbing onto the ramp himself, Sidon led the way as the pair entered Vah Ruta.

Sidon’s personal sheikah slate in the bag, having been given to him by Purah after being knighted with the others as the new champions, Lulu pulled it out of her bag as she pulled Ruta’s schematics up.

Testing everything, Lulu found Vah Ruta was working in prime order as the two headed towards the main control center.

“She seems fine. Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lulu commented as they entered the control center.

“RUTA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?” Sidon called out.

Giving a roar, Vah Ruta called back to Sidon.

“She can hear us and doesn’t seem to be in trouble,” Sidon commented as he continued to walk around the control room; eyes peeled out for any sign of malice or distress from Ruta.

Walking to the pedestal with the sheikah panel, Lulu tapped it with the sheikah slate as she set her bag down next to the pedestal. Blue light forming from no where, screens of light formed with different writing and readings appears on them. Tapping away on them and looking through more schematics, Lulu was puzzled.

If there was two things Sidon found grateful for when it came to Vah Ruta was that she easily welcomed Lulu in and that Lulu was more tech savvy than he was.

“She doesn’t seem to be in any distress and everything is in working order. Then what the hell was all that?” Lulu sighed in relief but in more puzzled confusion.

“I do not know. But, if Vah Ruta is not harmed, then perhaps we should head back to the domain and see if there are any suffering effects from the earthquake,” Sidon replied; turning towards Lulu.

Nodding as she bent down, Lulu took the sheikah slate and set it back into her bag. As she was about to grab the strap, Lulu felt a sudden chill.

No just any chill but a cold frigid chill.

“Breeeahaha, Babe, did it get really cold all of a sudden?” Lulu questioned as she looked at her husband; arms wrapped around each other and hands rubbing up and down as she started to shiver.

Noticing his breath, Sidon also felt the sudden chill when eyes glanced upward to notice a permafrost forming on the walls. Noticing it too, Lulu quickly grabbed her ink-blades out of her bag as Sidon pulled out his tridents.

Rushing over to him as the walls completely permafrost, Lulu and Sidon waited for something to happen as sounds started to be heard.

Eyes darting around, the pair were waiting for something to jump out at them as the sounds started to get louder.

The sounds of something metallic.

A voice of some sort.

A monstrous sounding cry.

Louder these sounds were getting until they could be fully heard.

“Is...someone fighting something outside?” Lulu questioned; concern and fear on her face as she held her ground.

A few seconds more, the voice rang louder; Sidon finally realizing what it was.

“That voice...could it be,” Sidon spoke.

Before another word could be said between them, a blinding light appeared from the entrance as the two covered their eyes. As the light faded and the two could see again, Lulu recognized what had formed.

A portal; sheikah writing forming inside and around it as an image was shown through it.

“That’s-” Lulu spoke in shock.

“MIPHA!” Sidon retaliated.

Through the portal, both could see Sidon’s dead sister Mipha fighting something.

And not just anything.

“WATERBLIGHT!” Lulu called out when she recognized what it was.

Indeed, Mipha was fighting Waterblight; and it seemed she was struggling.

“The hell is going-” Lulu tried to speak before realizing her husband was rushing forward.

“SIDON!!! WAIT!!!” Lulu cried out as she saw Sidon jump through without a second thought.

Panicking and dumbfounded, it took Lulu a moment to realize the portal was slowly closing. Hesitating for a moment, Lulu grabbed her wits end off the floor, and cussing her husband out, rushed towards the portal.

Jumping through, Lulu had no idea what the pair was about to get into.

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i think we’re okay

i think we’re okay

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a city-wide power outage leaves you and shawn stranded at home trying to stay cool, and leads to an uncomfortable conversation about your future together.

wc: 2,945

warnings: f-bombs, sweat, & the word moist

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When you wake up, it’s like, unbearably hot.

 You can feel the cotton of Shawn’s shirt that you wore to bed clinging to your clammy skin. The sheets below you are damp with sweat. You’re overwhelmed by a heaviness in the air. Shawn’s snoozing form is next to you, cheek pressed into the pillow, mouth slightly agape and blissfully unaware of just how fucking hot it is in your shared bedroom. 

“Shawn!” You groan, pushing on your boyfriend’s shoulder, “I think the aircon shit the bed last night. It’s like a billion degrees in here.” 

 Shawn lets out a struggled moan and buries his full face until the pillow, “I’ll check it in a minute.” 

 You (quite literally) peel off the sheet that covered you. Shawn had pushed his all off and it bunched in between the two of your, creating a barrier. You smack his boxer clad bum with your palm, “do it now please!” 

 He turns his head to face you, “so demanding,” he grumbles, pulling himself out of bed. You notice a thin layer of sweat across his back. He makes a face and shakes his sticky arms out, “we’re fucked if it’s out.” 

 You grab a hairtie from the nightstand and pull your hair up into a sloppy bun at the top of your head. It was an instant relief to have it off the back of your sticky neck. A single swipe of your hand wipes away some sweat and your damp baby hairs stick to your skin.

 Shawn re-enters the room within just a few seconds, “bad news, babe.” 

 You raise an eyebrow. 

 “It’s not just the aircon,” he starts, rocking on his heels, “the whole power is out. Checked the hallway outside too and only the emergency lights are on. It must be the whole building.” 

 You clamor from the bed to the large window that faces the CN Tower and the city. 

 Everything was dark. 

 You rush back to the bed and grab your phone off the night stand. A quick check on the news reveals that the entire city is without power. 

 “A blackout?” Shawn scoffs, “Is that even possible in this day and age?” 

 You shrug, “it would appear so.”

 He flops back onto the bed, “what percentage is your phone at?” He asks, scrolling.

 “Ninty-seven percent, you?” 

 Shawn drops his phone to the bed, “eight, we’re fucked.” 

 You roll your eyes, “I’m sure it’ll be back on soon, relax.” 

 There’s a pool of sweat at the small of your back and you shift uncomfortably against the dampened sheets. 

 “We’re going to fucking die,” Shawn states wiping his forehead. 

 You roll off the bed, walking to the balcony door in your bedroom, “Shawn it can’t be that bad. Let’s open the door and get some fresh air in here.” 

 He smirks, “go for it, Princess.” 

 You’re met with immediate Hell fire, “oh my God. Satan called, he wants his weather back.” 

 You scramble to shut the door, silently cursing Shawn for never getting curtains or blinds for the condo. The blaring sunlight burns your skin even through the glass.It wasn’t just bad enough that the power was out, the city of Toronto was now going through record high temperatures that had never been seen before. That, on top of high humidity made the outdoors quite literally intolerable. 

 “What do we do now?” You ask, your skin wildly uncomfortable. 

 Shawn smirks, “I think I’ve got an idea.” 

 He lunges at you, picking you up from behind and tossing you onto the bed. Before you have a chance to protest, he’s got you pinned under him, both hands holding your wrists above your head and locking you in place. Shawn immediately attacks your neck, kissing and nipping at your burning skin. 

 It’s all fine and good, until you feel a certain...wetness. And not the good kind. 

 “Shawn!” He stops dead in his tracks.

 “What?!” He questions, freeing your hands. 

 You wipe the bead of sweat that’s fallen from his temples onto your chest, “you’re sweating on me.”

 He rolls off and back to his side of the bed. You swipe a finger up his bicep, his skin slick, “shit, you’re so wet.” 

 Shawn scrunches his face, “aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be saying that?” 

 You slap his arm. 

 He lets out a breathy laugh and looks toward the ceiling. This week was supposed to be just the two of you. Amazingly, Shawn had managed a week off between legs on his North American tour and came home to spend some time with you. He’d been home four days, and you both had barely left the bedroom long enough to eat a meal a day.

 It wasn’t necessarily a new relationship. You’d been dating for well over a year, and been friends even longer. Shawn liked to keep your relationship private, though. He didn’t talk about you in interviews or share photos of the two of you online. He kept you all to himself. Most days it was fine, and you stayed within the bubble of his condo, or going out in groups so fans wouldn’t get suspicious. But it was starting to get tiring. Not that you wanted to scream it from the rooftops, by any means, that amount of attention was not something you were equipt for. You were just sick and tired of feeling like Shawn’s dirty little secret. 

 “Where do you think the coolest place is in here?” He asks. 

 You purse your lips in thought, “the bathroom floor maybe?” 

 Shawn sits up, fluffing his hair, “grab a pillow, we’re moving to the bathroom.” 

 While the bathroom floor is quite cool, it’s also very hard. It puts strain on your lower back, but the cool relief against your skin is much welcomed. Shawn plays with your hand, letting his fingers lace between yours as he brings it to his lips to press a kiss into the back of your fingers. 

 “Although this really fucking sucks, I’m glad to be home with you.” He mumbles against your skin. 

 You kiss his shoulder, “me too, but I  think I need less clothes.”

 You stand and Shawn watches, locking his fingers and placing them behind his head to enjoy the view. You carefully lift up the oversized shirt until it’s just below your breasts, then turn away from him to lift it over your head. 

 “Fuckin’ tease,” he mutters, poking your ankle with his foot. 

 You give him a cheeky flash before going back to the bedroom to throw on a bralette. The pajama shorts you’re wearing come off too, leaving you in just the lacy cloth and a mismatched pair of underwear. 

 Shawn’s moved to a different part of the floor when you return, bringing your pillow with him, “found another cold spot,” he pats the tile beside him, “I also much prefer this outfit,” he stares with wide eyes. 

 “Pervert,” you retort, making sure to put a little extra bend in when you sit back down on the ground. 

 You don’t lay down just yet, letting your back stretch for a moment. Shawn reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “I miss you.” 

 “I’m right here, dummy.” 

 He rolls his eyes, “you know what I mean.” 

 You know where this is going. 

 “Can’t you take some time off of school? Just the first semester. Finish out this tour with me,” he pulls you down to kiss him, “please.” 

 It takes all you can to say it, “no, Shawn.” 

 His hand drops, “fine. But one day I’ll get you to agree to it.” 

 A chill rolls up your spine when your skin makes contact with the fresh coolness, “dream on.” 

 Shawn presses his lips into your shoulder and leaves them there for a second before playfully nipping at your skin. The same argument always came up; travel with me, tour with me, come to this grand beautiful place with me. But it was the same response every time. It was hard, really, being away from him but you knew going into this relationship that you needed to still keep your sense of self, your goals, your dreams, and not just become the live in girlfriend of uber pop star Shawn Mendes. 

 That wasn’t the Shawn you knew and loved. Yes, you were always proud of his accomplishments and everything he’d done but that wasn’t the reason you were with him. You loved him for the moments like now: normal, at home. You were the last piece of his life that he’d been able to keep private and you adored that. Some days he begged, fucking pleaded with you to post a cute selfie with you, or a candid he’d caught on your morning coffee run. Just so someone besides you and close family and friends knew. But like traveling, the answer was always the same:

 No.

 “We should take a vacation,” Shawn mutters into your skin, “somewhere where the water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. Somewhere where it’s just you and me for a bit. No distractions.” 

 “Oh yeah?” You lull your head over to face him, poking his nose, “and between which world tour or event do you suggest we take that trip?”

 You guess you didn’t mean it to sound as harshly as it did, but Shawn sits up and scoffs, “you know, I’m really sick of you making me feel like I have to choose between you and my career. It’s not like any of this was a secret when you got together.” 

 “No, I’m the only secret here,” you quip, and you suppose its the heat that’s making you careless and brave.

 Shawn just shakes his head and stands, leaving you alone on the bathroom floor. You hear the bedroom door slam shut and the squeak of your shared king sized mattress. Drama queen.

 You give him a solid ten minutes before you decide to get up off the floor and go to the bedroom. You knock once and let yourself in. Shawn’s laying on the bed, his hands folded across his stomach, staring at the ceiling. 

 “Hey,” you poke his side, “I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”

 He doesn’t look at you, “can’t apologize for what you are.” 

 Ouch. 

 You cuddle up next to him and he doesn’t dare move, but you can feel the muscles in his stomach constrict when you touch him, so that means he’s not completely pissed at you.

 “I’m just scared, I think,” you start, Shawn still not flinching, “scared of people judging me because I’m a nothing nobody and you’re you. Scared that I’m going to get ripped apart by thousands of strangers who don’t know me or us. Scared that the media is going to make up stories about me and you. Scared to lose you -” 

 “That’s not going to happen,” Shawn cuts you off. 

 He finally looks at you, and his eyes are wet and he keeps swallowing something down. 

 “Which part?” You ask.

 “All of it,” he chokes, reaching his arm around you to pull your body closer to his, “I love you so much sometimes I feel like I can’t take it anymore. Some days I wake up and feel like I’d drop everything just to be with you all the time and that’s the most terrifying thing I think that could ever happen to me. I never thought there’d be a day where I loved something more than what I do.” 

 “Shawn,” you sigh, “I’m not asking you to give up your career. That’s ridiculous. I just don’t want to only ever be known as that girl dating Shawn Mendes.” 

 His head drops to your chest and you thread your fingers through his hair. It’s wet from sweat but you don’t really care at this point. 

 “You should check Instagram,” he groans, “either you’re going to love me or hate me.” 

 You freeze, “Shawn-” 

 He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look up. Your heart pounds in your chest as you push him off of you to grab your phone, “Shawn what the fuck did you do?” 

 You open your phone and pull up Instagram. It’s the first post to pop up on your feed. It’s already gotten seven hundred thousand likes. 

 It’s a picture of the two of you from earlier this summer. You were at a picnic at his parents house. His mom had caught the two of you in an intimate moment and snapped the photo. You were on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. His face was held in your hands as you went in for a kiss, the smile on his face big and wide.

 “You had no right -” 

 “Read the caption,” he cuts you off, then stands and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

 Your fingers shake as you scroll through:

 Life is funny sometimes. And not in a way where like you watch your best friend get hit in the balls or something. It’s funny in a way that takes your life, and all the things you thought were the most special and the most important and introduces you to someone who makes those things seem so small and insignificant without their love. This is my girlfriend, by the way. We just celebrated our first year anniversary two months ago. She wasn’t with me because I was in Europe on tour and she was home, working her ass off in University. It’s been her request that we keep ourselves quiet from the world, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to kick my ass when she sees this in about five minutes but I don’t care. 

 Babe, I love you, and I never want you to be my secret. I want the world to know that I love you, and I know if the world got to know you a little more, they’d love you too. They’ll see all of your best qualities (and even love your worst, just like I do). They’ll see all the beautiful, fantastic things that I see in you. And if anyone has anything other than that to say? Fuck them. Because at the end of the day, you’re what’s most important to me right now, in these moments. And I wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else in the world. 

 Your hand covers your mouth and you choke back a little cry. Shawn isn’t one for many words, despite being a songwriter, he can just never seen to get it all out in a cohesive manner. You keep refreshing the page as the likes add up, and the comments section explodes with congratulations messages. You don’t dare to look beyond into the depths of them. You can only imagine the disgusting things that are being said.

 Slowly, you felt the anger towards Shawn start to disintegrate. Yes, you were pissed he didn’t ask permission, and it was definitely going to be a discussion you had, that’s for sure. But it was the words written underneath that photo that you were focused on. 

 You made your way out of the bedroom to find Shawn sitting on the living room floor, “I didn’t want to get sweat prints on the couch,” he makes a face and wipes around his hairline, “I’m...moist.” 

 You groan, “first of all, don’t ever fucking say that word in my prescince ever again,” you take a step closer, “second of all, I love you.” 

 Shawn smiles wide and reaches his arms out to make grabby hands for you. You accept, despite the obnoxious heat and sit on his lap.

 “I love you too. You’re melting on me,” he chuckles while his lips ghost your below your ear. 

 You play with the damp hair at the nape of his neck, “we’re going to talk about you posting that without my consent later, but I’m too hot to argue about anything else. I don’t like being mad at you.” 

 Shawn kisses your neck, “I don’t like being mad at you either,” he replies, squeezing his arms tighter around you, “this is all new for me, I’ve got to learn to talk to you about stuff that bothers me instead of just getting snippy like that. It’s not fair.” 

 “And I should be more understanding about your career,” you twist his curls mindlessly as you speak, his lips peppering your skin “it’s not a normal job you can choose to take time off of. There’s contracts and expectations. I know that it’s going to have to come first most of the time and I’m fine with that.” 

 Shawn stops to hold your face, his giant palm covering your cheek, “I love you.” 

 You roll your eyes, “you’ve already said that.” 

 “Well I’m saying it again,” he laughs before planting a kiss on your lips. 

 There’s a loud beep that snaps the two of you out of it. You can see the time on the stove blinking, and hear the soft whoosh of the aircon turning back on. You’re met with the instant relief of cool air from the duct above you.

 “Oh my god, yes,” you moan leaning slightly back to take in all the feeling of the cold air. 

 Shawn scoffs, “damn I can barely get you to sound like that half the time.” 

 You stand and hum, “better get to working on it then.” 

 His hand is still held in yours and you step away to get him to follow but he tugs back on you gently, “Hey,” he starts, his voice serious, “are we okay?” 

 You smile and kiss the back of his hand, “I think we’re okay.” 

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