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hwanchaesong · 3 years ago

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ATEEZ as your classmate:

Hongjoong:

everyone voted him as the class president

and now he just wants to rest

damn these classmates of his just won't give him a break

then suddenly there was a news that a new student would be transferring in their school

specifically, that person would be their classmate

he just groans, bc another one that he needs to look after

the day of your arrival came too soon

and Hongjoong was stunned

you're pretty, adorable, looking so innocent in your pristine uniform

you basically made his jaw drop but he still thinks of you as a troublemaker

a wolf hiding in a sheep's clothing

the teacher told him to show you the ropes

he smiled and nodded even if he doesn't plan on doing that

you never personally asked him for help after all

so he continued his days like that

not acknowledging your presence

until he saw you fending bullies off of a poor student

you look so strong, like you were about to punch the student

wait, you are about to do just that

Hongjoong immediately rushed to the scene and stopped you from getting detention (he solved it in a peaceful way)

after that incident, he realized that he misjudged you

so he did his best to lowkey make up to you

he sat next to you in class everyday and even gave you a tour around the school

when you told him that you're also new around the town he took that as a chance

maybe getting to know you better is a bad idea bc he feels his heart pumping a bit faster around you nowadays

but he doesn't care, he likes that feeling

and he doesn't plan on making it stop

"That means you're not familiar about the places here right? Then let's go out during the weekends, I'll take you to the best restaurants and shops around here."

Seonghwa:

resident handsome man of the school

also the resident clean freak as his friends call him

he just wants an environment where students can study peacefully

that is why he does his best to keep the school in order

that passion made him a part of the school's student council

he despises people who always make a mess

and that includes you

he hates you so much because he saw the inside of your bag during one class

he was sitting beside you that time, and when you opened your bag to get a piece of paper, he was shocked

horrified that your bag looks like a hurricane just went through it

and he hates you more whenever you offer your help to him

cleaning the school bathroom

arranging the books in the library

making sure that dust doesn't pile up in the window sills

watering the plants in the school garden

and he hated you the most when he saw that the inside of your bag is finally organized

his curiosity got the best of him, so he asked you why the hell you didn't arranged your bag sooner

you on the other hand just apologized to him, knowing that dirty things irk him

then you explained that you live alone

so you do a lot of things on your own, not really having the time to clean your bag

it just so happen that you had an extra free time yesterday

now Seonghwa just feels like an asshole

he was judging you the entire time without knowing your circumstances

and you even help him in his cleaning errands

maybe he really doesn't hate you, he thought

as the saying goes, 'the more you hate, the more you love'

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that. As compensation though, I know this cafe that sells great cookies and coffee. I'll treat you after school."

Yunho

certified skyscraper man

his height his intimidating but his smile and cheerful personality makes up for it

everyone wants him in their club because he can do everything

this guy right here might start a war fr

so he decided not to join as an official member

he just participate in different clubs when they need him

mostly the dance club, because even if his limbs are long af, his skills are unbelievable

you on the other hand is the president of the cooking club

and when you heard of this 'man who can do anything'

you decided to recruit him

at first he declined, but when you told him to give the club a chance, he conceded

how can he even say no to your bright eyes and adorable pout

after a few days, the infamous Jeong Yunho, became a member of the cooking club

everyone at your school was shocked to say the least

because out of all the cool clubs, he entered a girly one (which you would always say is discrimination against people who love to cook)

now, the reason why Yunho joined the club was because it's heaven

there's always food so who was he to leave such paradise

not to mention that he gets to see an angel, aka you, everyday

tho u were baffled when you saw his cooking skills

man can't even make a pancake (he even ate that raw pancake, saying that he chewed like hundred times just to digest it)

but you were patient with him, teaching him everything and guiding him every step of the way

even when Yunho kind of knows what to do since he's a fast learner, he sometimes secretly screw things up

just for you to come closer to him and hold his hand to help him flip a pancake

when he finally perfected the art of cooking a damn pancake

the two of you were so happy, you're proud of him even

"Now that I can make edible pancakes, this means that you must eat this everyday with me for the rest of your life."

Yeosang:

the pretty boy with a statue like features

everyone in the school adores him because of his shy nature

they just don't know how savage he is really

his only victims are his friends

bc exposing them is his mission and vision in life

this man is actually really intelligent

specifically in math

bc he was raised by a math teacher (his mother)

and you suck at math

your grades in that hell of a subject is hanging on a thin rope

so you looked for a reliable tutor

and you found him

at first you were hesitant to approach him

because he's so handsome and it looks like he's gonna ignore you if you tried to talk to him

nah, he didn't ignore you, he agreed to help

but man, you didn't know what you were signing in for

pretty boy's got a sharp tongue

at one point you just cried in front of him when he said a particular word that made you breakdown

he was stunned to say the least

he was just trying to motivate you in his own way

okay maybe he was being too mean

and maybe he's like that because he thinks you're cute but he doesn't want to show you that he's interested

but making you cry wasn't in his bucketlist

he apologized and comforted you, making sure that he won't say hurtful things to you anymore

the tutoring sessions continued with him being more soft and careful with you

even his heart became soft when you're around

whenever he sees you being happy for solving a problem, his whole mood lits up as well

skip the exam day bc nobody wants that

you passed the exam with a high grade! yay!

you immediately went to Yeosang to tell the news, he was so happy for you, lifting you and hugging you

"I am so proud of you, I knew you could do it. How about we celebrate this with an, I don't know, date?"

San:

intense facial features but his voice is full of cuteness

and nothing in this world can outshine his smile paired with his deep dimples

man's popular in their school for being the taekwondo champion

third degree black belter, what can they even say pft

his skills in martial arts led him to you

you in a dark alley that was being taken away by a fishy stranger

anyone would see that you were being forced to come with the unknown man

if your cries for help is not evidence enough

then you kneeing the guy where the sun doesn't shine and running away must be it

your assailant cursed and ran after you after composing himself

his maniacal laugh and creepy voice telling you that you're not going anywhere nearly making you cry and trip like those stupid girls in horror movies

just as the man was about to grab you, you heard someone shouting and then a loud thud follows

you turned around and saw the stranger on the ground, with an another stranger who is just about ready to break the other's bones

your attacker was brought to the police station, putting him behind the bars for good

when you were out of the station, you turned to the man who helped you, thanking him for saving you

he said it was fine, and that he would walk you home

you were about to decline but his stern look made you shut up and agree

on your way home, he babbles like a father reprimanding his child

telling you that you shouldn't go home late

and that if you do go home at night, you should take the road that has surveillance cameras and is well lit

when you reached your house, he insisted on watching you get in before he leaves, making sure that you are safe

the next day, you went to school, thinking of the man who helped you

you didn't even get his name, regretting that you couldn't even pay his kindness back

then someone sat next to you abruptly, making the seat next to you screech on the ground

you looked beside you, annoyed at the person who disturbed your peace

but your annoyance vanished and it was replaced by bafflement and happiness

it was your knight in shining armor

and you were stupefied as to why you didn't even know that the man who saved you was a classmate of yours

you really need to work on your social skills

"Hello princess, the name's San by the way. Seems like we're classmates yeah? That's better, I can take you home everyday without any hindrance."

Mingi:

the intimidating transfer student

anywhere he walks, all students would make way for him

they can't even look at him in the eye

he just has this strong aura that no one can get through

it made him a loner at school tho

no one would seat next to him, talk to him, or even initiate anything just to approach him

you were one of those people as well

even if you want to start a conversation with him, you can't

your own fear of his looming height and big hands that might crush you overpowers your want to befriend him

but really, his face just looks like that

on the inside, he's such a big softie that it hurts him so much that no one would want to be his friend

then on one fateful day, you saw him feeding and petting a stray cat

second fateful day, he's helping an elderly cross the street

third fateful day, he's volunteering in a daycare, helping the staff take care of the kids

maybe he's not a delinquent afterall

that night, you gathered all your courage, praying to all gods out there to help you in a quest that you willingly entered

next morning, you sat to him next in class, smiling and greeting him

you ate lunch with him at the cafeteria and even dared to walk home with him

he was shocked to say the least

because he did not expect a girl like you to have enough balls to actually try and befriend him

he's not complaining, he loves it ksks

little by little he start opening up to you

he let you feed and pet stray cats with him

the two of you offer your help to the elderlies that you see in the street

you volunteer with him at the daycare

the whole school was blown away when they heard and saw Mingi laugh for the first time

and it's all because of you

"I really thought I'd be a single soul til I graduate, but I thank the heavens that they let me meet my soulmate."

Wooyoung:

annoying, talkative, prankster, loud, you name it

there's not a day that he's not the school clown

unfortunately for you, being seatmates with him means that you have to deal with his bs everyday

detention is normal for you as well

because you always get dragged in his antics

you were pretty mad about it the first time it happened to you

but as it happens often, you just got used to it

a part of your daily life now, and it actually makes you smile and laugh

and Wooyoung lives off of the fact that only HE can make you happy like that

the child's got a crush on you ever since he saw you walk and trip in the hallway

you look so beautiful, and even if you face planted on the floor (he laughed at that btw) he still thinks that you're the most ethereal human being he's laid his eyes upon

and now he feels threatened when this new boy seems to take an interest in you

what's the name again? Yanwoo? Yonbeu? Yeonjoo? ah right, Yeonjun

that tall bastard with full lips, tall nose, and overall beautiful features

that dot face, as Wooyoung likes to call him, has been flirting with you ever since his first encounter with you

oh no, you're smiling and laughing at whatever shit this Yeonjun is saying

he can't take that, you being happy with an another man

and he can't accept the fact that you accepted Yeonjun's proposal to be his date on prom

that was supposed to be him

so he decided to ruin your supposedly sweet moment with Yeonjun during prom, splashing the both of you with orange juice

your anger at the juice splasher dissipated as soon as it came, hearing the words that you've always dreamt of him saying to you

"I don't like it that he makes you happy, it's supposed to be me who makes you laugh and smile. God, I like you so much that it drives me crazy. No, I love you!"

Jongho:

Haribo Bad Boy™

tall, handsome, strong, what are you looking for

that's right, nice personality

this man is snarky and sassy af

big headed because he knows that he's got it all

going as far as picking a fight with you, the student council president

he had the audacity to blast smoke and dust in your face using his lovely motorcycle

you called him out for it and he acted like it was your fault for being in his way

that made you mad, bc no one disrespects you like that

as a tit for tat, you scratched his newly painted, shiny motorcycle

boy was he furious, he knows that you are the only one who would do this horrendous action

so he payed you back by breaking your student council room's airconditioner, forcing you to work with a sweaty, sticky uniform

oh yeah, it's a full on throttle clash between the bosses

at first he sabotages you out of spite, but sooner or later, he grew fond of you and your adorable angry red face

so now, he does it just to get your attention, but Jongho's taking things a bit too far

he did not know that he made your life a living hell, it was inevitable that you'd be the first to break

you were having a rough day, then Jongho decided to rob you of your lunch

he 'accidentally' tipped your table, your food dropping on the floor

and when he saw your teary eyes and trembling lips, he just went oopsies

you avoided him after that, and him doing his best to find you and apologize

wanting to end this silly fight

he finally found you in the library, under him, with a goddamn shelf in his back that was pushed by a stupid student

you were surprised, flustered even that he'll sacrifice his vertebrae for you

the legend behind his nickname of being a rock hard bad boy to jello haribo around you finally reveals itself

"It's nothing, this is the least that I can do for all the pain and trouble that I caused you. I promise, from now on, I'll keep you safe and cared for."

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alovesthis · 4 years ago

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Safe (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Summary: You go missing one night after leaving the bunker for some errands, and the boys try their best to find you. After being held by demons for a few days, you find your way out and suddenly you show up back at the bunker safe and sound. The boys arrive back and they find you. This makes Sam realize that he can't hide his feelings forever.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Little Angst, Friends To Lovers, Fluff

There wasn't many things you hated in this world, you never hated anyone or anything because that wasn't who you were. Even as a hunter you tried your best not to let hatred consume you but those damn demons were something else.

Two nights ago you were out grabbing things for the bunker for yourself and the guys. Normally Sam would join you, his way to get some alone time with you and maybe try to admit his growing feelings he's been feeling for you for quite some time now. But you told him you needed alone time for the day, explaining that when you get back the two of you could find something to do. You were out all day and Sam started to get anxious until Dean tried to tell him you were probably just driving around taking some time off.

You held on that night you escaped and killed some of the demons the best you could considering all the damage they caused. Bruises almost everywhere from the fights, cuts from their knives on your face and neck everything hurt. The words they said to you hit right home and the thought of them finding the boys -- hurting Sam? You couldn't stomach having Sam being torn away from you. It made you angry that you didn't let Sam come with you that day because maybe if he did you wouldn't be in this mess.

But Dean was totally wrong. You ran into some trouble with two demons which at first you thought you could handle, but that was until till a dozen had attacked you. They did awful things to you to try and get to the Winchesters but you wouldn't budge, they were your family now and nothing could ever make you risk their safety. You did and said this confidently as you knew that they would do anything for you, Sam would do anything and everything to keep you safe.

After running far enough from wherever you were, you found a car and stole it - thanks to Sam teaching you how to hot wire one. Figuring out where you last were you then made it back to the bunker, but once you walked down those steel steps you called out for Sam but no one answered. No Dean and no Cas either.

For those two days that felt never ending to Sam, he never stopped looking and neither did Dean. His fear was slowly becoming real and to lose you meant that he would never get the chance to tell you he's in love with you. To lose you meant he'd never be okay with himself knowing he couldn't save you. This weight he was carrying now wasn't doing him good and Dean had to try and console him and get his head back right and focus on finding you safe.

You hated the fact that they were probably doing everything they could to try and save you during a time where so much was going on. Before you were taken that night, the boys and you were trying to solve yet another major issues along with going on hunts. Dealing with Metaron, the fall of Angels and helping Cas all while making sure Sam was okay after his death and being possessed by Gadreel.

The issues you and the boys encountered the last five years together was endless, but the thing you noticed is that no one was ever alone and you all tried your best to keep each other safe.

Between you and Sam there were constant promises and reassurances that went further than just friends -- it meant something deeper to the both of you, but telling yourselves that and trying to communicate those feelings with actual words were hard.

There was nothing, thanks to the demons who cleaned and cover their tracks, to be able to track you down. Cas answered Sam, but his strength was not good lately considering he didn't have much grace in him. Dean convinced Sam to get back to the bunker for the night and get his head together before going back out to find you, but when they returned Sam was relieved.

The night you came back after escaping the demons your strength was at a low for the first time in a while. It was exhausting being a hunter, but now practically being a Winchester it meant no sleep especially dealing with the Angels hunting Cas down after they fell.

You tried to walk to one of the chairs in the library but failed and ended up falling into a wall and sliding down, sitting restlessly against it trying to hold yourself up. After what felt like hours of antagonizing pain and going in and out, the bunker door opens and heavy footsteps come down the steel steps.

You hear Sam call out your name and you slowly lift your head, eyes still clenched close in pain as you tried to call out for him but instead let out a wincing groan filled with your cries.

"Hey, hey what happened?" Dean voice echos through the bunker in a panic as he follows Sam in the library.

"Dean go get the first aid, I got her."

Sam falls the ground and carefully engulfs you into his arms as he places a hand on your face, tears beginning to from in his eyes. He observes your body to check for any life threatening wounds, but only finds the bruises and cuts. His hand slides up your face gently as it stops by your jawline, his thumb softly rubbing a part of your cheek that doesn't have a cut.

"We were looking everywhere for you, we were trying our best."

"It's okay," you speak softly. "I'm here now and I'm so damn exhuasted."

"What happened," he stutters, "who did this?"

You stare up at him and notice his face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed in and a tear trailing down his cheek.

"Those," you begin to tremble, "those fucking demons. They knew everything about you and Dean and somehow me too. The things they said and did to try and get me to turn on you, I wouldn't let them come here."

"You should've told them-"

"And then what? Get you and your brother killed?"

"They could've tried." Sam sadly chuckles. "You're hurt and this is because-"

"Don't you dare say because of you. That's the oldest excuse in the book."

"I know but if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do with myself. I can't imagine you not being here anymore."

"If you did, you'd have to let me go. That's how are life is, that's what happens."

"Stop."

Sam leans forward and lets his lips linger on your forehead for what felt like forever. You crack a smile as you begin to think how worried he was for you, how he was sorry that he wasn't there for you that day. His hand rests on the side of your neck and he sighs.

"Sam, I'm not dying." You grip his hand and squeeze. "Just a little hurt. Nothing can stop me as you can tell."

You try to lighten the mood even though you were in pain both physically and mentally. His lips lift up in a smile but quickly turns into a frown as he pulls you more into his arms, not wanting to let you go just yet. He stares into your eye then flashes to all the wounds you had got from the last two days. Out of all the cases you've been on this was different. He'd seen you hurt before and vice versa, but this time it wasn't on a case and this was the first time you'd ever been taken by someone -- by demons.

"Everything just hurts." You look into his eyes. "I want to kill them all for what they did to me, what they tried to do."

"It's okay you're back home now." Sam whispers. "You're here with me, you're safe. We'll get you fixed up then Dean and I will find them."

You reach out to stop him from moving as you move your hand on top of his to reach up to his face. For a moment your glossy eyes focus on each others as if you both wanted to say something more after a life threatening moment you had. But the words you wanted to say didn't come out as you were struck with nerves running through your stomach. Sam tilts his head in wonder as your thumb swipes from his cheek and just runs over the corners of his lip.

"Not yet," you reply. "Can we just stay here like this for a little longer?"

Sam lets out a laugh as he furrows his brows, "I gotta get you fixed up."

"Just... hold me for a sec."

"Yeah," Sam says.

Sam adjusts himself so that his back leans against the wall with you in his lap, the two of you resting together as Dean is off getting the medical supplies and other things for him and Sam to take care of you. You were beginning to think that maybe Dean had been purposely taking time to get the medical supplies to leave the two of you alone, but you shrugged it off with thinking that Dean (and even Sam) had no clue about your feelings for Sam.

"Yeah," he repeats, "we can stay here for a sec." He leans down and kisses your forehead that is currently pounding with a headache and you close tour eyes at the warmth that begins to spread in your body.

Two days had gone by and the boys had left you to rest as they checked in on you from time to time. Cas had came by to apologize for you and offered to help find those damn demons and hunt them down. Dean had popped in now and then to make sure you were alright, and to let you know that Sam was too. But you noticed, in just the two days, he started coming to your room less and less. And today, you hadn't seen him at all.

“Dean?”

"You alright?"

"Where's Sam?" You furrow your brows as you sit up in your bed. "I haven't seen him since yesterday...please don't tell me he went to hunt down-"

"No, no," dean shakes his head, "he's here. I think he just blames himself for what happened to you. He cares a whole damn lot for you."

"He does?"

"Have you not noticed the way he stares at you every time you walk in a room? All the time you two nerds hang out together with a pile of books?"

You start to blush and think back to all the times Sam and you would be alone in the bunker. Obviously the moment since you met these boys, there was something about Sam that made you feel all giddy inside with butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach and your mind going a mile a minute with thinking about him.

You didn't realize that Sam could possibly have those feelings for you, but you also didn't think that Sam could blame himself for things that can go wrong with things he has no control over. But here you were listening to Dean tell you things that should be obvious to you about Sam.

"Where is he?"

Dean raises his brows and smirks, "Ah so you're gonna be the one to tell him how you feel?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you try to hide your smile as you stand up from your bed. "I'm going to tell him that none of this is his fault and he should't be hiding from me."

Dean just laughs and leans against your wall in your room.

"So, are you going to tell me where he is?"

"His room, kid."

"Thank you, ass."

You roll your eyes and chuckle as you leave your room with Dean following behind, then telling you he'd be drinking away and stuffing his pie hole with some food. As you walk to Sam's room you stop for a moment and breathe through some of the pain you feel along with the butterflies that spark within your body. Raising your hand to his door you knock lightly a few times and walk in slowly.

Sam sits on his bed with his laptop on his legs, squinting at the screen in front of him before he lifts his head up and straightening out his back once he notices you're the one who knocked.

"Hey," you enter his room after knocking, "can I come sit?"

He nods his head and moves his legs off his bed to make room for you.

"How are you feeling?"

"The painkillers Dean gave me worked like magic, but I think they're wearing off. Still feeling eh."

Sam looks glances away from you and to the floor trying to avoid your eyes.

"Sam, it's not your fault what happened to me." You grab his hand and hold it, making sure he knows you're being serious. "This life we live, shit like this is bound to happen. And don't you go ahead and start saying it's because of you being a Winchester. I live here with you guys, I feel like I'm practically one."

Sam's head tilts in your direction and smiles with empathy as he nods.

"I know you're telling me it's not my fault but please believe me when I say I do everything I can to keep you safe because I really do care about you."

"I know Sam, I care about you and Dean too. Caring isn't a crime."

"No, no more than what you think." He stutters as he looks away again like he's nervous. His hand pulls away from yours and you start to think you over stepped despite what he just said. It stays quiet between you and him as you wait patiently for Sam to sort out his thoughts. His eyebrows are pulled as if he's struggling with something.

"Sam?"

"I've been trying...I've just," Sam continues to stutter over his words and you realize he's not focusing on what he's trying to talk to you, his nerves are starting to get the best of him.

Before he continues to talk, you reach over to his hand again and hold it as your other hand gently glides back and forth the other side of his hand.

"It's okay." You reassure him. "Are you...okay?"

He takes a deep breath and still keeps his eyes on the floor, "for a long time now every time you walk in a room, my heart stops at how beautiful you are...my friend. And that scares me so much to feel the way I do about someone I care a lot for and those feelings could easily mess everything we have all up."

You heart begins to thump harder against your chest as you listen.

Sam lets out a breath, "and to have lost you the other day, I thought I might've lost you forever. I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how much I want to keep you safe. How much- how much I..."

He pauses and suddenly turns his body so that it's almost completely facing you on his bed, trying to muster the courage to tell you everything he feels for you.

"Look," he whispers your name and takes a gulp of air, "I thought you were gone forever and I thought about how I never got the chance to tell you how I much I love you."

"Oh..." You stare in awe as he looks up at you, trying to take his hand away from you as he starts to think this was a mistake. Flickering your eyes down at Sam trying to pull away, you pull on them and make him look at you.

"I can't believe you're telling me this." You admit.

"It's okay if you don't-"

"And what if I do?" You question as your left hand raises to rest on the side of his face as he closes his eyes and lets a hopeful smile form. "Sam, I've fallen in love with you a long time ago."

His ears perk up as he moves closer to you again as his thigh sits dangerously close to yours, his arm awkwardly wrapping around your waist. He lets out a scoff as he pulls his arm away from you, not sure how this was going to go. After all, he was so damn nervous even if you did just tell him you felt the same way. In this life, neither of you were lucky or fortunate enough to really go for it -- for love.

"You do?"

"Yeah I do, I love you Sam."

You watch him move his arm around you then quickly retracts as he rests it back into his lap, making you smile at his awkwardness. He just made a move on you with telling you how he felt and now he tried to make another, but his nerves got the best of him. So you decided to make the move for him, it was the least you could do despite being just as nervous as him.

Reaching out to him your hand lands on his jaw and the other on his neck, pulling him forward eagerly. The two of you stare at each other, Sam is surprised by your movements but follows along as you place your lips right on his, forcing both of your eyes shut. He moves into the kiss as he finally uses his arm to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer to him, wanting to kiss you longer as he becomes infatuated by the invisible sparks going off.

Kissing him had made it feel like the things around you were starting to blur into oblivion, and that the only things that were existing in the moment were you and Sam. Your hand on his face leaves to join the one that's wrapped around his neck as you kiss him deeper, your tongue swiping across his bottom lip to make another move.

You hear a low moan coming from Sam as he practically pulls you into him on his lap but not quite, as his mouth opens and now his tongue is the one to swipe across your lip. In sync both of your mouths open and your tongues begin to dance with and against each other.

Before it would go any further you pull your tongue away and he follows and you move away off his lips, still lingering just centimeters away. Your eyes open and you stare at each other for a few seconds until you kiss him once more.

You pull away and breathlessly chuckle, "well damn, if this is how I knew you felt I would've let demons take me much sooner."

You try and joke until Sam's arms wrap around your waist and practically pulls you onto his lap. His forehead rests on yours and he bites his lip.

"Don't joke like that." You hear him say.

"I'm sorry." You breathlessly laugh. "I'm here now, safe. It's all going to be fine as long as I'm here with you."

Sam pulls you into him as he leans back embracing you into his side as you both fall onto his bed cuddling into each other.

“I thought you were gone for good," Sam begins to speak. "I know this life isn't easy and we can't protect everyone, but I would do anything for you because I love you."

“You know I'd do anything for you too." You lean up and kiss him on his cheek right on the corner of his mouth. "Now come on big guy, let's get going. We've got a lot of work do."

You try and get up but his arms pull you back into him and you let out a laugh. He looks at you lovingly as his hand reaches down to the side of your face and smiles.

"Can we just stay here like this for a little longer?" He repeats your words from a few days ago, making your heart swell up and blush as your cheeks heat up.

"Yeah," you nod and kiss his lips gently then resting your head on his chest, "yeah we can."

There is not enough sam love in the world of fanfics and I'm a Dean girl LOL hope you enjoyed 🥺

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pparkerpoetry · 4 years ago

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Face Reality (Part 18)

Title: The Stories All End (but this time, it ends well)

Summary: Ranboo's story comes to a close, because after seeing his family, he's realized that not only is he safe, but he his happy.

Chapter One

Masterlist

Ranboo laughed as he chased Tommy across the countryside. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and they were out of the house, on their way to visit Eret’s castle and all of the people that lived near there.

He overtook Tommy because his legs were so long, which caused Tommy to squawk indignantly. “Oh, that’s it, bitch boy,” Tommy trilled, leaping into the air and flapping his wings to gain speed.

“That’s not fair!” Ranboo called ahead, still sprinting, though his side was starting to hurt.

It didn’t take long for Tommy to get tired too, so they both slowed down to walk the rest of the way. Before long, the colorful building came into view and two figures walked towards them.

“Tommy, Ranboo!” Fundy shouted. “You came!”

“Of course we did, big man!” Tommy yelled back, and Ranboo smiled. It was nice here. It felt safe.

Eret was behind Fundy, and he showed them the castle. They didn’t need a tour, since it had been built forever, but they oohed and ahhed at the restoration. There were flags everywhere, the stone was smooth, and it looked so welcoming.

Fundy was hovering around them constantly, making all sorts of little snuffles and barks.

Eventually, Ranboo asked about it.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Eret said. “It’s just that visiting you guys yesterday triggered his thin day, so he’s been pretty playful. We played fetch this morning.”

Fundy scowled, but his face lifted. “Puffy and Niki are here, I can hear them coming.”

It was true, the footsteps of the two ladies echoing through the halls a little later. They were smiling too, and Ranboo hadn’t felt this at ease since before Phil and Techno had visited.

Greetings were exchanged, and so began the day of relaxing. It was like a vacation, and Ranboo could tell that it was doing wonders for Tommy.

The morning flew by too fast, and during lunch, Fundy couldn’t sit still. He was anxious and twitchy and everyone tried their best to just let it be, since he couldn’t help it, but Tommy just wanted to eat his sandwich in peace.

“Fundy,” he asked, “do you want to go outside?” No one could tell if he was joking, least of all the fox.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Fundy grumbled. “You’re a jerk.”

Tommy made a face. “I’m not making fun of you. Do you want to go outside? I bet I could toss the ball pretty fucking far with my strong arms.”

No one missed the way that Fundy’s eyes lit up. “You’re sure you’re not messing with me?”

“No,” Tommy smiled, “I just want to spend time with my nephew.”

“I’m still older than you,” Fundy teased, but his eyes were still filled with tears from the genuine love from Tommy.

As it turns out, the strong arms weren’t so strong, but Tommy fixed that by flying up before throwing the ball, which resulted in Fundy running some pretty long distances. Neither seemed to mind, because they stayed outside for a good few hours, leaving the others inside to talk.

“So, what made you guys visit today?” Eret asked, adjusting their crown.

Ranboo winced. “Well, Tommy had a bit of an issue with Phil and got pretty upset, so I figured this would be a good break.”

“What happened?” Niki asked, concerned.

His mind went back to the look of pure fear that had been on Tommy’s face. “From what I can gather, Phil asked to preen his wings as a sort of bonding experience, but instead of feeling nice, the preening hurt? Neither one of them are taking it well. Technoblade told me this morning before we left that Philza had been crying.”

Puffy snorted lightly. “Sounds like he’s realizing how messed up his actions were.”

Niki nodded, but looked doubtful. “Has Technoblade made up for everything yet? Because if it were me, I wouldn’t forgive him. Not in a million years.”

Ranboo paused. “I mean, he did a lot of research for me and figured out why I had more than two thin days. Sam told you about that, right?”

“But has he apologised,” Niki stressed. “I want the best for you, Boo. Has he actually apologized and made things better?”

“I think…” he trailed off, thinking about everything that had happened. All the late night running into each other for snacks, the tense smiles in the library… “I think he’s trying, but he’s figuring out everything on the way, because he’s never had to actually apologise for something before.”

Eret hummed, “Well, if he’s genuinely trying, I guess we can’t ask for much more. What about Phil, though? I can’t excuse his actions just because he cried. We’ve all cried over things we’ve done before, he’s not special.”

“I think he will try,” Ranboo spoke honestly. “He’s lived for so long he’s become desensitised to emotion, but I think that now he’s coming back down to earth, he’ll try to make up for everything.”

Niki sighed. “I guess I can give him another chance if he’s going to actually try to be better, now. We’re not perfect either, but he needs to put in some effort to make up for everything, like we have.”

“He will,” Ranboo promised. “I’ll make sure he will.”

“We trust you,” Puffy smiled, before looking over to where the other two were playing. “Oh, it looks like they’re done. I’ll bet they’re tired- I’ll go make some lemonade.”

Puffy left as Tommy and Fundy came running up, and their joy was contagious.

“You’re done?” Eret asked.

Tommy nodded. “We lost the ball somewhere in the forest, and we couldn’t find it. But we’re also tired. What can we do now?”

“Watch a movie?” Ranboo and Niki suggested at the same time, causing everyone else to laugh.

They ended up watching a movie while sipping Puffy’s lemonade, but Fundy hadn’t even finished his before he was fidgeting again.

He snuffled. “Can I make a burrow? Like a fort, or something?”

Eret smiled softly. “Sure, bud. Let me go grab some blankets, I’ll be right back.”

They came back with a giant pile of cloth, so they paused the movie and let Fundy go wild. It didn’t take long, since he seemed to know exactly what he wanted, so before long everyone was in a fort with Fundy curled up in the middle. It was really just a floor of blankets, with walls built up, but he seemed content.

Ranboo was towards the back, with Tommy sprawled across his lap and wings covering whoever he could. Niki leaned on Ranboo’s shoulder and Puffy was pressed into her side with her feet over Eret’s legs. Fundy somehow was in the middle of it all, making happy noises and radiating warmth.

It didn’t take long for the entire group to fall asleep.

The next morning, Ranboo was the first one up. He hadn’t gotten any nightmares, which was always a plus.

“Ranboo?” Tommy’s voice was groggy.

“Yup. How you doing?”

“I am so poggers.” Tommy yawned before stretching, his wing nudging Fundy and waking up the fox.

Fundy groaned. “I hate waking up after a thin day. I’m all curled up and shit. It’s the worst, my muscles hurt.”

Ranboo laughed, and by a few minutes later, everyone was up. Niki and Puffy had somewhere to be, so he and Tommy left, too. They promised Eret and Fundy that they’d be back, though.

The walk back to their home was uneventful, which was good, because when they got home, it was chaos.

“Why didn’t you sleep?” Purpled was demanding. “I was up all night and you have the audacity to just go ‘sorry?’ You didn’t sleep yesterday and Tubbo didn’t the night before and I am fucking tired.”

Sam tried to console the boy. “I’m sorry, Purpled. I forget that you can’t fall asleep if one of us is awake. I’ll sleep tonight, okay? I promise.”

“I still have to get through all of today!” Purpled snarled, eyes glowing a little brighter and suddenly pale skin highlighting the bags underneath his eyes that seemed more prominent, now. “I’ve got a fucking headache and my wings are all sensitive and none of you seem to care, because you just stay up all night as if it doesn’t affect anyone else. News flash, pal, the world doesn’t revolve around you!” He stormed off, wings folded tightly around his body.

Sam just stood there.

“Well, hello,” Tommy said, breaking the silence. “Wonderful welcome.”

“He’s been pissy all day,” Tubbo shrugged. “I mean, he hasn’t slept in at least three days, so I’d be, too.”

Ranboo frowned, then remembered Fundy. “Is he having a thin day? It seems to be running in the family right now, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Sam considered it for a second. “That- that is actually a very good hypothesis, Ranboo. I’m going to go call Punz. Behave, boys.”

Once Sam had left the room, Tubbo mumbled, “Anyone in the mood for arson?”

“Nah,” Ranboo shrugged. “I’m gonna go talk with Purpled, but you guys can do whatever.”

Tommy went over to the couch and flopped on top of Tubbo. “Okay. Bye, Ranboo.”

Purpled was in the bedroom, all the lights shut off, curled up in the corner.

“What are you?” Ranboo mused, “A vampire?”

Purpled just scowled. “I might as well be. Leave, or I’ll suck your blood.”

Ranboo shrugged and went over to the bed. “Nah, I don’t think I will. You’re going through your first thin day, you shouldn’t be alone.”

“My first thin day? Why’s that such a big deal?”

“Because it’s your hybrid side growing stronger,” Ranboo said, “It’s probably one of the worst thin days to have, to be honest, since you aren’t used to it and still need to adjust to how it feels.”

Purpled thought about how his day had gone. He’d been up all night, and the previous night, and the one before that, so he couldn’t remember when today had started, but he figured it was probably before the time he’d gone to the bathroom and noticed how pale he was, and how awful his under-eye bags looked.

Yeah, sometime around there, because he’d noticed his wings feeling sensitive a little after that- which was why he’d abandoned blankets, since the fabric had felt all wrong. That had been the wrong choice, since he’d started shaking from the cold.

The day had only gone downhill, too, since he’d stepped one foot outside and immediately gotten a headache from the sunlight.

“Yeah,” Purpled conceded. “This might be a thin day, but it still sucks.”

“No doubt,” Ranboo agreed, moving to sit near Purpled instead of on the bed. “Is the floor comfortable?”

“No, but the walls feel nice on my wings. I dunno why.”

They sat in silence, because they didn’t need to talk. The silence spoke louder than any words that either could have said out loud.

A while later, the door creaked open.

Punz peeked through. “Purpled? You alright? I heard you were having a thin day. They stink.”

“I’m okay.” Purpled said, his voice quieter than he would’ve liked. “I feel bad for snapping at Sam, though.”

“Aw, that’s not your fault, kid.” Punz frowned, moving into the room. “He doesn’t hold it against you.”

“I still feel bad, though. If it didn’t hurt to be in anything but darkness, I’d apologize.”

Ranboo slipped out of the room to let Punz help his brother adapt to the new concept of having thin days, and was surprised to see Phil and Tommy talking.

“I’m sorry,” Phil was saying, and he seemed to be genuine. “I haven’t been the most human recently, and I’m sorry that you had to go through everything just so that I could realize that everything I did was fucked up,” He laughed wetly, tears welling in his eyes. “I wish I could go back and do all of it differently, because in a way I lost all of my sons. I don’t hold it against you, choosing Sam I mean, because in the end, I was a fucking awful father. I’m glad you found someone who could care for you properly, I really am.”

Tommy smiled weakly. “I wish I could say it’s okay. I really want to, Phil, but the things you put me through, Ranboo through, everyone else through… I can’t just put it in the past, but as long as you’re willing to change, I’ll let you have some time, okay?”

“Thank you,” Phil said earnestly. “Tell me to go at any point, and I will. I cross any boundaries, tell me. If Techno does anything you don’t like, tell me. I can’t change what I did and I don’t expect you to forget it, but you even giving me a chance to change is more than I deserve. Thank you, Tommy. You will always mean something to me, even if you don’t consider yourself my son, and from now on, I’ll try harder to stay human, okay?”

“Okay.” Tommy said, voice thick with tears. “As long as you know you fucked up and want to make up for it, I can stand you around, old man.”

Phil laughed, but his laughter died out when Ranboo entered the room. “Oh! Just who I needed to talk to! I, uh, I apologised to Tommy, but I need to talk with you, too.”

Tommy stayed, even as Ranboo sat down and motioned for Phil to continue.

“As I was saying, during the past few years, I slid down a slope that led to me not really being connected with the more human side of things, and recently I’ve realized it. I’ve managed to acknowledge that everything I did was more than fucked, and I’ve hurt an insane amount of people, not to mention I’ve ruined relationships I may never get back. I deserve all of it, of course, but I need to apologize and get it off of my chest, even if you tell me to go to hell and hate me until the day you die.”

Ranboo nodded, but stayed quiet. He didn’t trust his voice.

Phil went on, “I hurt you and nearly made you- well, through my actions, I almost made you kill yourself, is the reality of it, and I know that just saying sorry will never be enough, because a few measly words is in no way enough to make up for the pain and trauma I put you through, not to mention everything with- with L’manburg. But, I think that apologizing is a good place to start, and I can work from there. So, Ranboo Underscore,” Phil took a breath and willed the tears to not fall, “I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done and everything I’ve put you through. I should have understood much sooner what I did, and the fact that I didn’t will haunt me forever. I completely get if you want me to leave and never return, and won’t hold it against you in the slightest, but if you feel that you can let me make up for what I’ve done while still maintaining good mental health, I would like the chance to.”

Ranboo hesitated, and Phil spoke again.

“Please don’t feel pressured to. You can absolutely tell me to fuck off, I deserve worse. Do whatever you feel is best for you, and I will comply.”

Ranboo felt comforted by that, but… “I can change my mind at any point?”

“Of course,” Phil agreed.

“Then yeah,” Ranboo started. “I can let you try to make up for what you did. This is a good start, but you have a long way to go.”

“Don’t I know it,” Phil nodded. “Thank you, Ranboo, I really mean it.”

“I know you do,” Ranboo said, and he really did. Something told him that Phil really was genuine, and he was inclined to believe it. And, a feeling settled through him, content to stay until the end of time- and it was happiness. He was happy, truly happy, and he wanted it to stay like that.

Phil left Sam’s house, and from a distance, Death watched. She was proud of Phil for apologising and meaning it, and she didn’t doubt that he’d actually try to change. There’d be bigger consequences if he didn’t, she decided, but she knew it’d never come to that.

The whole server had faced reality and came out victorious, so they’d all be family until the day that she came for the last of them.

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there will be more one-shots in this universe. this isnt the true ending :)

#ranboo #awesamdude #tommyinnit #tubbo #eret #captain puffy #niki nihachu #fundy #purpled #philza #technoblade #dream #dreamsmp #fluff #the end #im gonna cry

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arazialotis · 4 years ago

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Give it Time - Part 2

Pairing: Eventual DeanxReader, SamxReader

Word Count: Around 2900

Summary: Months have gone by since the boys lost their beloved Y/N to Zachariah. She was transported to another world. That’s all they had to go on. But now that Y/N has been returned, she struggles to recall any memories of her past with the Winchesters, and the ones she does remember seem to conflict with reality.

Part 1

Warnings: Language

For me, this is just a hobby, coping skill, and a way to get silly fantasies out of my head. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!,

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The pillow that engulfed you may as well have been a magnet, pulling you in deeper and protesting against the morning. Though you hadn’t had a drop, your head spun with a grogginess only a hangover could produce. Afraid and unsure of what reality you’d wake to, of which one you wanted to wake to, sleep seemed the better alternative. Pending consciousness became increasingly hard to deny. Sheets that were not your own rubbed against your skin and without seeing your surroundings you knew you were still in this foreign world.

When protesting the day was no longer relevant, you forced yourself to meet it. Sitting up and taking in the cold room around you, the shock of yesterday lingered. In a single moment, the world had tipped upside down and your dreams had become reality. Well, not all the dreams, some twisted version. Give it time, immerse yourself in the world, find your place, and remember.

To do so, you’d actually have to leave your room. The bunker was still and quiet. Your feet padded on the chilled floor to the kitchen. You riffled through the fridge and cupboards but were left unsatisfied at the selection. There was a fresh pot of coffee on, but the thought churned your stomach. Nerves won over hunger.

Something shuffling in the library caught your attention. You went to investigate. A smile crept over your lips upon seeing Sam with his nose stuck in a book. It was the way things should be. You sat down opposite of him, the sound of the chair scuffing the ground pulling him from the trance.

“Oh.” He coughed and stood up to formally address your presence. “How did you sleep?” Once his shock dissipated, he realized his stance did not match yours and sat back down.

“Fine.” You nodded, unsure of what else to say.

“I made coffee.” He eagerly offered.

But you shook your head and politely declined. “I’m okay.” He cleared his throat again, wanting to know if anything came back but afraid to ask.

The awkward silence got to you, as did his gaze. “I.. um.. Maybe, if you don’t mind, you could uh, take me for a tour.”

“Yeah!” He jumped up with a little too much enthusiasm, and toned it down. “I mean. Yeah. I could do that.” “Cool.” You followed his lead.

In all honesty, the tour droned but you were thankful to have his lingering eyes off you. With sincerity, you did ask questions to learn more about this place. But a wintery, hollow feeling remained. Memories didn’t spark nor did feelings of belonging or attachment.

“Well. That’s about it…” Sam wrapped up before a small chuckle. “Unless you want to see the garage.”

Finally, a tug. “I’d love to.” He furrowed his brow at your unexpected response. “Really? Oh, okay.” He led you through steel double doors to a room shining with glossy exteriors.

“There she is.” You beamed, running ahead of Sam to the Impala.

Your hand caressed the pristinely waxed hood of the car as you drew closer peering inside the window. Cassettes and magazines were kept neatly in a box on the passenger's side. A necklace dangled from the rearview mirror and a package of unfinished licorice sat in the middle of the bench.

“Can I?” You asked Sam for permission.

“Of course.” He held out his hand encouraging you.

You went for the handle of the back seat, the door creaked open and you slid in. Sam waited outside but shut the door behind you. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the back and breathed in. A musky scent warmed you finding in it the hint of leather, licorice and gunpowder. With a peaceful sigh, you laid down across the bench, imaging the vibrations rumbling through you. This was it. This felt like home.

Sam hid his disappointment, seeing you had more of a reaction to a car than him. He chuckled. “Should I leave you two alone?”

“Oh my gosh.” You moaned as if coming down from a high. “Would Dean totally kill me if I snuck out for a joy ride?”

“I…” Sam contemplated. “I think he would be a lot more comfortable in the driver’s seat.” He noticed the disappointment on your face as you shimmied out of the back. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you on the road soon enough.”

You followed Sam out of the garage, glancing back at her as you went, stopping before you fully exited. “Sam? Was I a hunter?” You had naturally assumed but had nothing to confirm.

He laughed as if it were obvious. “The most kick-ass one ever.” You blushed from his admiration. “Shut up.” You scuffed your shoe against the ground.

“I’m serious. Rather cross a hungry pack of vamps than you any day.” He turned back to the bunker and you followed inside. “Though we won’t test it ‘til you get your feet back.” You weren’t sure if you believed it now, hearing the words come from him. But how else would you have gotten tangled up in the head-spinning lives of the Winchesters? Exploring a bit for yourself now, you winded up at the shooting range. The amount of arms on the wall shocked you. It was enough for a militia, let alone three hunters. A small ivory handgun sent a shiver down your spine.

Your hands felt clumsy handling it, as if they weren’t met to hold such a deadly thing. Trying to muster the strength in Sam’s words, you took aim for one of the target’s at the opposite end. You braced yourself as best you could for the shot and recoil, finger resting on the trigger. Pulling back, the gun simply clicked. With a huff, you set it down on the ledge. The safety was on or it wasn’t loaded but you had no idea how to tell.

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The day dragged. Back home, or you know, the reality where you were trapped, the day would be filled with work, errands, chores… life. And here, well, maybe you were just bored. But it was because nothing was happening. They were dancing around you, treating you like you were made of glass, waiting for something to snap. But it wasn’t. Maybe coming back was going to be more gradual than anyone thought. Unless, you could find Zachariah and force him to reverse the whole thing. Had they considered it?

The thoughts racing around your mind was an endless tangled web keeping you up at night. If you were going to go after an angel, maybe you should work yourself up to it first. The brightness of the screen blinded you for a moment against the dark of the room. Your thumb hovered over the screen, blanking on where to start. Typing in ��murders” seemed futile but actually prompted some interesting responses. News articles popped up and you scanned a few looking for any details that stood out.

Nothing of bite marks, animal attacks, missing hearts. You yawned and rubbed your eyes before shutting the laptop, setting it aside, and shimmied your way under the covers. Wiggling to get comfortable, you found a spot and closed your eyes, focusing on breathing. Until a twinge in your back acted out, you rolled to the side. Another. Rolling again and huffing in defeat. Your eyes found the red numbers of the alarm clock; 1:10 AM. You closed your eyes again, swirling with thoughts.

“Y/N, no!” Dean yelled through the fog of your mind.

But you wouldn’t listen. Angel blade in hand you charged at the unknown enemy.

A bright flash of light.

Opening your eyes again, the clock read 1:30.

“This is stupid.” You muttered to yourself.

You shuffled out of bed, rummaging around until you found a light jacket and a pair of flip flops. Although it was quiet, you slowly peeked out into the hall looking both ways, feeling as if you were a toddler asking to get into trouble. Satisfied you were alone, you turned the flash light on your phone and headed out the hall.

Cautiously, you retraced your steps through the hallway, to the kitchen, through the library until you reached the stairs in the war room. The stairs slightly creaked under your weight as you ascended. There was no intention to run, simply to get out from underground, to breathe some fresh air and let your thoughts escape rather than be trapped in.

The door was heavy as you pushed against it freeing yourself to the outside. The night air was warm yet you pulled the jacket against you, looking up at the stars. You wandered a little, up a nearby hill to a clearing to get a better view.

The crisp air filled your lungs and a wave of peace rushed over you. You turned your flashlight off and sat down in the damp grass. Attempting to forget your troubles, you studied the night sky; looking for known constellations, curious if they were the same stars you knew back home, wondering if that brighter speckle was actually a planet, catching a glimpse of a shooting star and making a silent wish.

As time passed, you forgot about the past, forgot about the bunker, and just felt as you were in this moment. A twig nearby snapped. Instinctively, you rolled to the ground, reaching to your back for a gun that wasn’t there. “Shit.” You hissed. “Hey, hey.” Dean’s calming voice brought you back. “It’s just me, Y/N. Just Dean.” You sighed in relief, sitting back up. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He came down and sat next to you. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s okay.” You said, looking at him now as he gazed up. He glanced your way and you averted your eyes, thankful the dark was concealing the blush in your cheeks. “Couldn’t sleep?” “Nah.” You stretched your arms over your head, then questioned his presence. “How’d you know to find me out here?”

Dean yawned, you now noticed his mussed hair. “You tripped an alarm. Took me a second to realize it was you, but uh, I remembered you used to come out here at night. Sometimes.” “Oh, god. Sorry…” He cut you off with a chuckle. “Stop apologizing Y/N. It’s okay.” “Maybe you could show me, so I avoid them next time.” “Yeah.” He yawned again and laid down on his back. You joined him, the both of you staring up and the night sky. “So what’s keeping you up?”

The dream replayed through your head. Dean’s voice echoed. “Y/N, no!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing in particular I guess.” You cleared your throat. “It’s like being at a hotel for the first night I guess, just need to settle in and get used to a new environment.”

Dean hummed as if he understood.

His silence caused you to ramble further. “And, well, I don’t know…” You bit your lip wondering if you should continue. “I guess I thought things would be different. Like, I imagined what it would be like to be on an adventure with Sam and Dean… not like I actually thought it would happen… but, now that I am here.” You glanced sideways at him, studying the outline of his face and sighed. “Yeah, I guess I just imagined it differently.”

Dean pondered for a few minutes. “In what ways?”

You chuckled. As if you were going to reveal how you felt about him. “Well for one, having actual memories.” You could feel Dean’s grin through the dark, it was contagious. “I don’t know, like pie at every meal.” Dean’s smile gave way to a snicker. “I mean, I wish things were that way too.”

You licked your lips before turning to your stomach so you could better watch him. His eyes were closed yet he was relaxed and content. The constellations no longer grabbed your attention the way the starlight barely showed the freckles on his face, counting them instead.

“I thought,” You continued. “That the bunker would be warm and cheery instead of foreign and cold. I thought I would naturally just fall into place and belong.” You sighed, wishing for his arms to wrap around you. “And I thought there’d be this epic soundtrack to everything we did.” You smirked trying to lighten the mood again.

“Just wait until we get back on the road, there will be.” Dean assured.

“Motoring.” You softly yet uncontrollably sang out, surprising yourself.

Dean’s voice was soft as he went an octave or a few higher than normal. “What’s your price for flight.”

You giggled and joined him. “In finding mister right, you’ll be alright tonight.” Dean and you sat back up. “See, you just gotta make your own.” The two of you held your gaze a few moments too long. Dean broke away first. “As for falling asleep, I might have a trick.” He led you back down into the bunker and you reluctantly followed knowing he wasn’t suggesting what you hoped for. Through the maze, the two of you found your way to a large room with a foosball table and tv. You plopped down on a big leather couch, perhaps a little too close together.

Dean turned on the tv and scrolled through Netflix landing on Star Trek Next Gen.

“Picard!” You exclaimed.

“Nerd.” Dean snickered back at you.

“Shut up.” You teasingly nudged him with your elbow.

“You’ll be out in no time.”

You playfully gasped. “What the hell are you talking about? I love Star Trek.”

He silently chuckled. “So you say, but trust me, there’s no way you are conscious by the second episode.”

“Wanna bet?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What’s the wager?” Dean unconsciously licked his lips.

“Pie. Obviously.” He chuckled again. “You're so on.”

Dean easily won the bet. Not even 10 minutes in, you began nodding off, your head slowly starting to tilt in his direction. As soon as you became quiet, the heaviness hit Dean too, the early hours of the morning hitting hard. He yawned and stretched his arms, one settling around your shoulder drawing you in a little closer. The two of you drifted off side by side without even realizing.

He was the first to wake finding you tangled on the couch together. Your face buried into his chest and his hand protectively over your head. He slid up careful not to wake you. The tv screen glowed as Netflix asked if you wanted to continue watching. Dean rubbed his eyes and looked for the remote turning it off. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he stood, turning around to admire how peaceful you looked asleep. He gently covered you with a blanket before leaving to scout out some coffee and breakfast.

The bunker was quiet and stale until Dean made his way closer to the library, the sound of furious typing growing louder with each step. Dean made his way there, finding Sam on the computer with an intensity he hadn’t seen since you first disappeared.

Dean treaded cautiously. “Mornin’.”

Sam refused to look up. “Looks like you had quite the night.” He snipped.

“Shit.” Dean muttered to himself. “Dude, it was nothing.” Sam raised his eyebrows unconvinced and stopped typing. “To you maybe.” Dean’s face grew confused. “She’s obviously more comfortable around you.”

“Stop.” Dean challenged. “She just needed help falling asleep so I turned on Star Trek like the old days. What happened after that was purely accidental and unintentional.” Sam scoffed unconvinced. “It’s been two days Sam. You can’t expect things to fall into place immediately.”

Sam shut his laptop and held his head in his hands. “I’ve waited so long for this. And now, she feels farther away than ever.” “I know.” Dean agreed for sympathy’s sake. “But she’s starting to remember. I know it doesn’t feel like it but she is. Slowly.” Sam sighed and looked away. Dean fished in his pocket, pulling out the ivory gun. “I found this out in the range yesterday and unless it was you playing with it…” He handed it forward.

Sam took it from him, a spark of hope fluttering inside. Out of all the guns, you had picked out the one he had given you.

“She was up at her old spot last night, would’ve shot me if she had it on her.” Dean chuckled. “And uh, she had a glaze over her eyes, the one only a hunter gets. I think she’s remembering more than she's letting on.”

Sam recalled how you had reacted to the Impala. It was the most comfortable he had seen you so far. “What if we got out on the road, maybe took an easy case.”

Dean grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Seems kinda fast, too dangerous.” “Not with us both there, every step of the way, keeping her from any true danger.” Sam argued. “Maybe that's what she needs, to help jumpstart the progress.”

“Let’s leave it up to her.” Dean suggested.

“Leave me up to what?” You walked in, yawning and stretching, hair an absolute mess.

Sam stood up to greet you, eyes wide like a frightened puppy afraid you may have overheard his frustration. “About going on a hunt?” He stammered.

Your eyes lit up, the grogginess of the morning instantly fading away. “Yes! I’ll go pack my things!” You ran out of the room.

The boys shared a smile with each other surprised by your enthusiasm.

“I guess we're going.” Dean stated. “You gotta case?”

“I’ll find one.” Sam dived back into his laptop, his heart racing with hope.

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ravenforce · 5 years ago

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Ithaca Pt. 2

Word Count: 2031

Warning/s: None

A/N: Hey loves, a deal is a deal. You got part one to over a hundred notes, so here’s part two. Natasha’s playing a huge part on this arc. So, I thought it’ll be good for you to get to know her in this alternate universe. Let me know what you think of it in my inbox or the comment section. Xx

PS. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5

***

5:30 AM

The alarm clock on Natasha’s bedside table reads. She blinked twice at it before sighing. She woke up earlier than her alarm again, not that she’s actually excited to go to school. Today, she’s actually supposed to tour the new transfer student, which is, by the way, is not her job as the Student Council President but Clint is out of commission for the week for some Intercollegiate archery competition in Washington DC. So, as President, she had to step in and do it.

‘At least, this is gonna be different from yesterday’, she thought to herself as she rolls out of bed.

Living in Ithaca since she’s a child meant Natasha knew the city like the back of her hand, knew almost every single family in town and went to school with the same kids since the beginning of her existence. It also meant being friends with founding family kids like the Odinsons, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, and Steve Rogers since forever ago. She was the only girl in their group until Carol Danvers moved in when they were eight. Maria transferred to their school and was easily adapted to their crew when they were thirteen. The last addition to their gang was Valkyrie and Wanda, who migrated somewhere from Europe when they’re fifteen.

Six years after, a new person arrives in Ithaca. The school didn’t give her a lot of information regarding the new student, only that it is a woman and Stark level intelligent. She tried to dig up info on her own, and thankfully she didn’t have to go far for a source since apparently the new girl is close friends with Tony and best friends with Maria. Maria is one busy nerd to track down though, and they don’t share a lot of classes together. So, Natasha wasn’t able to get too many details from her aside from a departing comment.

“Relax, Nat. She’s amazing; smart but not obnoxious like Tony,” Maria said before practically running towards her next class. She considers herself pretty intrigued.

‘How can someone be as smart as Tony and not be obnoxious? That sounds like an oxymoron,’ Natasha thought to herself.

***

6:00 AM

Natasha is the only founding family kid who liked being awake at the wee hours of the morning. She likes getting ahead of everybody, and she thinks better when the world is still asleep. So, being in school at the crack of dawn isn’t new too for anyone. Even the groundskeepers let her nowadays.

“Good Morning, Miss Romanoff,” the old security lady at the studio greeted her.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Miller,” Natasha smiled before logging in her credentials.

“Early start today?” Mrs. Miller asked politely and jovially.

“Yes, Clint is away for a tournament. So I have to give the grounds tour to the transfer student later,” Nat explained with a smile. Mrs. Miller didn’t respond and just waved Natasha inside.

Natasha’s been doing ballet ever since she can remember. At first, she was doing it because her family wanted her to and all of the founding family children are doing one extracurricular activity every after school. Thor has been sailing since he learned how to walk, Loki, on the other hand, preferred fencing. Clint tried equestrian for awhile but his heart and talents were really in archery. Steve got so good in lacrosse that he ended up with a sports scholarship playing one. Tony chose chess because he deemed contact sports barbaric; he believes the battle of the wits is better than a physical brawl, which Steve always take as an offense.

Being the only girl in their group, Natasha decided that ballet is her yoga. The boys know not to come within a hundred yards of the studio whenever Natasha’s practicing. Ballet has become Natasha’s sanctuary away from the noise and the usual ruckus of the boys. She shed everything inside the studio but today, Natasha finds it nearly impossible to focus on the movements and the music. Her thoughts keep drifting to the conversation she had with Tony the day prior about the new student.

“Nat, what are you fuzzing about? It’s just a school tour,” Tony complained. He was tinkering around his home lab when Natasha arrived and being a regular visitor, she was allowed to roam and look for Tony herself.

“I just wanna know what she looks like. So I know who to look for in the morning crowd,” she whined.

Tony put his stuff down, pull the safety goggles off his face and looked at his friend. If Nat has been any other girl, she would have melted in the way Tony was looking at her.

“Oh, trust me, you won’t miss her,” Tony said simply before smiling and walking out of his lab. “She’s breathtaking, in more ways than just physical.”

Natasha groaned and scrambled to follow her friend and bug him for more information.

***

7:00 AM

Natasha cut her practice short since she couldn’t focus. She showered and got ready in record time. She was leaning against the handrail of the front steps of the school, scrolling through her Instagram feed when she looked up and saw a face she didn’t know. Her fingers hovered over her phone mid-swipe, thankfully she had enough grace at that moment not to have her mouth hanging open as she gaped at the transfer student. She’s wearing a very preppy outfit, which wasn’t really Natasha’s style or the style girls she usually goes after but something about this girl that makes her stomach flutter with nervous butterflies.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” she asked, all trace of her nervousness gone when the girl came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Who’s asking?” the girl asked.

Natasha watched the girl take her in. She reined in the urge to squirm under the Y/N’s eyes. For God’s sake, she’s Natasha Romanoff. Various girls all over town wants her, she’s by no means gonna squirm under a stranger’s beautiful eyes.

“Natasha Romanoff. Student Council President,” she introduced herself confidently to take back control. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Natasha smirked as the new girl blushed profusely before smiling up at her. “Pleasure is all mine,” she said.

‘Breathtaking is an understatement’ she thought to herself when she saw Y/N’ smile. Natasha’s not a sap, she doesn’t plan on being one but at that moment, she thought she’d do anything to make you smile at her every day.

“I’m here to give you the grounds tour,” Natasha explained before pulling the door open and prompting you to walk with her.

Usually, when she had to cover grounds tour for Clint, Natasha almost always wraps it up under forty-five minutes. She just points which buildings houses which classes, where the important areas are such as the library and the mess hall. Today, with you by her side, Natasha found herself giving her first, in-depth school tour. Literally giving out facts and even stupid trivia when she remembers it.

Natasha walked as leisurely as possible to prolong her time with you but she knew you have a 9 AM class. And she might not be as nerdy as Tony but she’s not gonna skip class, let alone make you on your first day of school.

***

8:30 AM

Natasha’s one of the quiet ones in her crew that’s why she get along spectacularly with Maria. Both of you filled the walk towards the art building with polite small talk about which classes you two take, how you finished a degree at eighteen and in one of the toughest schools in the country at that, and how you’re friends with Maria and Tony. God, Natasha didn’t want the tour to end. She didn’t want you to stop talking, which is new because Natasha finds it annoying when people don’t know when to shut up. She wants to get to know you more.

Her heart sunk a little when she caught you discreetly glancing at your watch but by the number of kids watching the two of you in the hallway, she knew that class is fast approaching. She decided to be a little playful.

“Oh,” Natasha gasped and frowned. “Am I boring you?” she asked quietly.

“What?!” you exclaimed, earning a few curious looks from students in the hallway.

Natasha watched the emotions play out across your face, and she thought you’re even more fascinating. She’s been friends all her life with Tony, another Mensa student, another genius. She thought you’d be obnoxiously cool and a little indifferent like him but in the past hour and a half, Natasha found you brilliant but not condescending, warm, and empathetic.

“No, no, you’re not boring. I was just wondering if I’m allowed to skip the first period on my first day of school because this is by far the coolest school tour I’ve ever done,” you rambled on.

Natasha couldn’t help but grin. If she paid attention to anyone else other than you, she would have noticed several students openly gawking at the toothy smile on her face. Natasha’s reputation was not built on being chummy with just anyone, especially new kids. But she wasn’t looking, she could only look at you. She will be caught dead before she admits to having a school girl crush at first meet but at that moment, in that crowded hallway, she decided she definitely likes you. She just has to find out if she has a fighting chance.

“You’re cute when you ramble,” she said matter-of-factly. “And no, you’re not allowed to skip the first period because you’re here.”

“Oh,” you said before glancing at the classroom door.

Natasha took a step towards you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “See you later, Y/L/N,” she said slowly, watching the blush crept up from your neck before dusting your cheeks.

‘Beautiful, so beautiful,’ she thought before turning on her heels and gracefully walking away.

“Blushing doesn’t mean she’s gay. Maybe she’s just the shy type, I can work with that,” she murmured to herself while walking to her classroom. She looked up when she heard soft muttering in front of her.

“Danvers!” she growled. Carol’s pressing a girl between her toned body and the wall.

Carol didn’t even have to look to know who it is that interrupted her. She knows that voice anywhere. “Tasha,” she said sweetly.

Natasha didn’t smile, she only continued to glare until the girl pushed Carol away and scrambled to get to her classroom. Carol swipe a hand through her hair before turning towards her friend. Natasha glanced at her watch.

“You’re ten minutes late already,” Nat started. “And your class is on the other side of the campus.”

Carol ignored the fact that Natasha still knows her schedule. She walked towards the redhead until she’s toe to toe with Natasha. Natasha didn’t step back, she’s used to Carol always invading her personal space.

“I got that class in the bag, Tasha. Relax,” Carol whispered before leaning in, kissing Natasha close to her mouth, and running away.

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mostpopulardisneygirl · 5 years ago

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Lure of a Count

Prompt: Lucio is cursed with a spell, and MC try to help him out.

Word Count: 3,401

Warnings: Angst, NSFW, Fluff

Lucio had made too many deals in the past, each one worse than the last. However, he was not expecting a curse this foul. His eyes were so enchanting. Perhaps too enchanting. His curse was frustrating him for weeks on end.

Countess Nadia has been noticing his strange behavior around everyone in the palace, and was deeply concerned, which could be said for many considering the man was the cause of her headaches. She decided to call Doctor Julian Devorak for help, and old friend of Lucio. “Lucio?” Julian entered the room with ease. The Count was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. “Nadia sent me to see you. Everything okay?”

“I don’t think so,” Lucio ran his head over his eyes. “Please tell me you have two eyepatches for me to wear for the rest of my life?”

“Why?”

Lucio kept his eyes shut tightly. “If I tell you, you’d think I was crazy. I’m attractive, right?” Julian shift his leg nervously. “I mean, y-you’re not, not attractive.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Jules, I know about you and Asra.” Lucio sat up finally, covering his eyes with his hand. “Trust me, your secret is safe with me.” Julian had the keep in a small laugh inside. “I can’t take you seriously covering your eyes like that.”

“If I look at you, it’ll be just like Valerius.” Lucio attempted to walk towards him, only for him to walk in the opposite direction. “I’m over here, Lucio.” Lucio only walked in another direction away from Julian, until Julian grabbed his shoulders. “Lucio, be serious. Look at me.”

“No.”

“Lucio.” Julian grabbed both of his hands to yank them away from Lucio’s eyes, but Lucio kept a firm grip. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“It’s a curse, Jules,” Lucio spoke. “And it’s driving me mad. And you know what’s worst? Nadia hired a new court magician to work at the palace, and if they get under this spell, Nadia will assume that everybody wants a piece of me.” Julian looked at him in annoyance. “That...is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life. And I know dumb. I’m a man of science, and there’s no such thing as curses. Now, for the love of God, remove your hands and look at me.” Lucio sighed in annoyance. “You asked for it.” He removed his eyes and Julian froze in silence.

The aura, the sudden tingling in his chest. Julian felt weightless. “I warned you,” Lucio spoke. Julian realized where his hands were. On Lucio’s shoulders. He took Lucio’s lips into his own, tasting his lip gloss on his tongue, and wrestling with Lucio’s. He doesn’t even break away to unbutton Lucio’s jacket and trail his lips down to his neck and collarbone. Lucio pressed onto Julian’s chest gently to keep him from going further. “Jules, you need to stop. It’s not that I don’t want to...”

“You know exactly what you want, Count,” Julian whispered in a husky voice. He removed his jacket and shirt with a swift motion. “I’ll beg for you,” Julian ghosted his hand around Lucio’s abs. “If you want me.” Lucio huffed and pinned Julian to the bed. “Please, please fuck me,” Julian mewled. Lucio complied by taking Julian’s lips with his, twisting his tongue with his and removing his pants.

Everything went quickly. Both Julian and Lucio’s hair were matted with sweat. Lucio’s makeup was smeared all over his face. He had Julian lying on his naked, sweaty chest, and ran his fingers through his curls. “How do you feel now, Jules?” Julian inhaled the scent of the Count. “Incredible.” Lucio sat him up and looked into his eyes. “There’s something I want you to do,” Lucio said, running his hand through Julian’s hair. “Can you do it?”

“Anything for you, sir.” Julian’s chin was squeezed into Lucio’s hand. “Harder,” Julian breathed. “Never speak of this,” Lucio gave Julian one final kiss before Julian passed out from the excitement. He woke up the next morning with no memory of last night.

Weeks turned to month, and Lucio was at his wits end. Countless of doctors and magicians came to help him out, but each one fell victim to his spell. He decided to isolate himself in his room until he could find the one to lift this insufferable curse.

Days later, a young magician came to work for the palace. “Ah,” Countess Nadia spoke. “You must be MC. Asra told me all about you.” You smile lightly at the countess and bow. “No, no.” She raised a hand to you. “No need for that. Here you’ll be treated as an equal.”

“Thank you, Countess. I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

“Tell me, MC. Do you read?” Nadia decided to show you around the palace, giving you a tour of the grand place. “If you’re ever interested, the library will always be open for you in case of researches, or other hobbies. I’ll simply have Portia unlock it for you whenever you like.” You couldn’t contain your excitement. “Countess! Thank you! I-!” You clear your throat and stood up straight. “Thank you, Countess Nadia.”

“And please, feel free to call me Nadia.” You nod in understanding and continued with Nadia on the tour, until you stopped in a mysterious wing. “Nadia,” you asked. “If you don’t mind me asking, does anybody live in this part of the palace?” Nadia bit her lips in embarrassment. “I...I am afraid not, MC,” she admitted. “No, I’m afraid this area is quite isolated...er...I mean, empty. Please, follow me. There’s much more to see.” You take one look back at the door and could’ve sworn you saw it creak open, with two beautiful red eyes watching you. The door shut quietly when you turned your attention back to Nadia.

You mostly spent your days in the library or in your room, studying or practicing your magic. Every so often when you left each room, you passed a stranger in the halls always covering his face. You grew more curious at this strange man and why he never payed attention to you when he constantly bumped into you as he passed you. “Won’t even say I’m sorry,” you muttered to yourself. “Rude.” Today, he passed you with his head in a book, and once again he bumped into you again. “Hey!” You shouted. He pretended to read the book in his hands, which was awkwardly upside down.

“Am I bothering you?” You ask him as he hid from you. “N-no.” He pressed the book to his nose. “I know you’re not reading that book.” You couldn’t see his flustered face behind the pages. “Y-yes, I am.”

“Look, if you’re going to keep bumping into me, the least you can do is apologize or pay attention.” You gripped the book’s edge, but the man kept his strong grip on it. “Please, don’t. Do you even know who I am?” You finally grip the book out of his hands, but his eyes remained shut. “Count Lucio?” He placed his hand over eyes. “Please,” he stood up. “I can’t look at you.” Before you could protest, he ran off to his wing, locking the door behind him.

You spent the next day in your room, unable to take your mind off of his words. You had heard rumors about Count Lucio. That he was selfish, took stuff for granted, yells at people he calls incompetent. He hurt your feelings yesterday with his words. “Have I offended him?” you wondered. You looked into your mirror and checked your appearance. “It can’t be my looks? Could it?” You not your lips nervously and sat on your bed, fidgeting with your fingers.

Hours later, you went up to his wing. You need les answers. If he was the Count, why wouldn’t he go to meetings? Come down for a meal? Why would he isolate himself in his room? Why couldn’t he make eye contact with you? A million questions racked in your brain. Furiously, you knocked on his door. “Just leave my meal outside the door,” he answered. Well, that answers one question. “I’m not here to bring you a meal,” you called out. “Who is it, then?”

“MC.”

“Who?” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “The new court magician. The one Nadia hired.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you between the door. “Leave.”

“No,” you argued. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Look,” he restated, “I’m sorry I kept running into you in the hallways. There. Now, would you please leave me alone?” You places your hands on your hips. “Have I offended you in a way?” You asked, slowly losing your patient. Behind his door, Lucio raised his eyebrows in shock. “No...” he answered calmly. “Then why do you keep covering your face when you see me?” You calmed your voice. “Am I...do you not like me?” Lucio bit his lips in embarrassment. “I’m not looking to be liked or anything, but since you are the Count, I just hoped I do everything the way you want it.” More silence came from Lucio’s end. “Is it the way I look? Do you think I’m ugly, and can’t stand to look at me?” You look down to your feet. “It’s not my fault I look like this. I was just born like this. I could make a disguise for myself, but it would only last for a short time.” Lucio placed his hand on the door. “Poor thing,” he muttered to himself. “I know you’re there,” you muttered. “I can see the shadow of your feet under the doorway. If you don’t want to answer me, then I guess I’m right.”

You turn your back to the door. “I guess I’ll leave. Sorry to bother you.” You look up and saw two dogs in front of you. “Hello,” you reach your hand out to pet them, but they each growl and bark madly at you. You back into the door as they crowd in you. Suddenly, the bedroom door flies open and you tumble to the floor of the bedroom. “Mercedes, Melchior! Down!” Lucio barked out an order to the two dogs in front of you. The dogs whimpered and sat in place. “They’re a guest,” Lucio pet the dogs softly and lead them out of the wing.

“Are you okay?” Lucio helps you up with his eyes closed. You looked away from him in annoyance. “I’m fine,” you spoke in a stern voice. “To answer your questions,” he explained, “no. I don’t think you’re ugly, you haven’t offended me, and I barely know you. So, how can I know whether or not I like you?” You fold your arms across your chest. “Then why do you not want to look at me?”

“You’re a magician, right?” Lucio placed his hand on his eyes. “It’s a curse. Whenever somebody looks at me...Let’s just say it gets messy.” You look at him in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” you proceed to walk away, but he grabs your wrist. “No, it’s true!” Lucio explained. “I really am...” he stopped when he noticed you gazing at him. Your eyes looking into his enchanting red ones. “I...I’m sorry. I never noticed...” you bit your lips gently, trying to resist your uncontrollable urges from inside. “MC,” Lucio backed away slowly. “I know what you’re thinking, but...” You follow him into his room and watched him back into a wall.

“Lucio,” you speak gently to him. “C-can I kiss you?” Lucio bit his lips nervously. “MC, if you do that...you won’t be able to...” but you shut him up with your lips pressing against his, passionately kissing him with your hands resting on his chest. Lucio tried to get away, but something about you made him feel different than before. When you part, Lucio holds onto your waist. “MC...” he whispered your name, but you feel too lightheaded. You pass out in his arms. “MC! Oh, God! I killed them! Oh, wait. They’re still breathing.”

Lucio lifts you into his arms and lie you on his bed. “You poor thing.” He strokes a few strands of your hair back and place the blankets onto your shoulders. “You sweet magician,” he touched his lips gently with his fleshed hand. “Why did you feel different?”

You woke up the next morning with a headache. The sunlight crept onto your face and into your eyes gently. You use your magic to block out the sun with the curtains, then you made a sudden realization that this was not your bedroom. Before you had a chance to question your surroundings, a knock came at the door, followed by a red haired handmaiden with a tray. “Good morning, MC.” She placed the tray at your side. “You may not remember me,” she explained in a sweet voice. “I’m Portia. Countess Nadia’s handmaiden. And Lucio’s.” The way she said the last part, she almost sounded annoyed.

“Lucio?” You asked. “Have you seen him?” Portia nodded. “He said you weren’t feeling well, so he asked me personally to send breakfast up to you. In his room. He was wearing a strange blindfold for some reason,”

“O-oh,” you spoke sadly. “Thank you, Portia.” Portia bowed lightly before heading out and leaving you with your meal. You soon noticed the two dogs from yesterday on the edge of the bed. “Oh,” you smiled. “I remember you two. Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt your master. I just wanted to ask him a few questions.” To your surprise, the big one plopped himself down on your laps and the smaller one licked your cheeks. “You know,” you giggled lightly, “when you’re not growling or fussing over him, you two are actually kinda cute.”

You finish your meal and went on with your day as usual. Reading in the library felt more relaxing than before since you haven’t ran into Lucio yet today. “I hope he’s okay,” you wondered. Deciding to check on him, you close your book and headed to his wing once more. Before you knock on the door, you hear a familiar voice behind you. “MC.” You turn to see Lucio, wearing a red sash over his eyes. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.”

You raised your eyebrow in confusion. “Dare I ask what the blindfold is for?” You questioned him. “Oh, no. Let me guess. It’s the curse, isn’t it?” Lucio just nodded. “This curse is driving me insane. Noddy had so many people try help me, but everyone fell in this spell I put them under.”

“What spell?” You asked. “I rather not say it,” he answered. He opens his door and walks into his room, but you follow. “I want to look,” you say. Lucio rubs his arms in embarrassment. “MC,” he tried to bargain. “I could give you anything you want if you just let this be.”

“I don’t want anything,” you argued. “I just want to look. If you let me look, I’ll leave you alone.” You approach him slowly and place your hand on his blindfold. “MC,” he places his hands on yours to stop you, but you remove his blindfold from his eyes, revealing those beautiful red iris to you. You try to kiss him, but he places his hand over your lips. “No, MC,” he spoke. You take his hands in yours. “Please,” he cried softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, MC.”

“Lucio,” you whisper, “please kiss me.” Lucio squeezes his eyes shut. You felt your heart sunk, so you placed his hand on your heart. He opens his eyes and look at you. He freezes in place at the sight of you. Your eye shed a single tear. He leans into you, and takes your lips into his own. You wrap your arms around his neck as he moves his arms around your waist.

Lucio decided to deepen the kiss between you two, his tongue darting between your lips, demanding entry. You gasp at the invasion, but allowed it, his tongue now wrestling with yours. Suddenly you feel a hand running under your shirt and onto your chest. Lucio strips your shirt off your chest, leaving your top half naked. He sits on the edge of his bed with you in his laps, the heat of his shaft pokes from his pants and on your abdomen. “Come here,” he whispers in a husky voice. “Come closer.”

He draws out your moans by trailing his lips down your neck and collarbone, sucking the tender flesh, leaving marks. Your hands find themselves at his jacket, fussing over the buttons keeping it in place. You start unbuttoning his jacket from his bare chest. His flesh hand sinks into your pants and his fingers play with your already wet folds. “You’re so wet,” he mutters. He pulls your pants from your ankles and you repeat the motion to him. “I wanna taste you,” he whispers in your ear. You nod and breathe out his name, lying your back onto the bed.

Lucio bows his head to your thighs and roll his tongue against your folds, making you shudder at the touch. His tongue laps at your folds, his hands kept your thighs in place. “L-Lucio,” you whimpered. He jerks his head up and places a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of yourself. He rubs his tip at your entrance. “Deep breath, MC,” he whispers softly in your ear before slowly inserting his cock in you. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest with ever thrust he makes.

“MC,” he breathes. “God, you feel amazing.” He kisses your lips, neck and collarbone. Your lips find his neck and you nip gently at it, until he goes harder with his thrusts. You decided to suck his neck, hard enough to mark him. He gasped at the sensation. “MC...!” You hold onto to him close, and as he’s about to reach his climax, you whisper in his ear at the last moment. “Lucio...I love you...”

He gasps softly, His red eyes changes to silver, and he reaches his climax with a grunt. You look at him, his hair matted with sweat and his makeup all smeared. He pulls out of you slowly. Both of you are breathing heavily, and you pass out together on the bed.

The morning sunlight beamed through the window of Lucio’s bedroom and onto his face. He stirs awake with a light moan. “Ugh, my head...” he sits up onto his pillows and rubs his temple. Suddenly he notices your sleeping naked body next to his and he gasps. “MC...” he covers his mouth. “What have I done?” Tears were about to stain his eyes until he touched his neck where you marked him.

“Lucio...I love you...”

You wake up with a moan and look at the Count in front of you. “Good morning,” you speak. Lucio stares down at you in fear and happiness. “Lucio,” you sit up on the pillows. “What’s the matter?” Lucio touched his neck again in the same spot. “Last night...you said...you said you...” Lucio lips trembled. He was speechless. “That I love you.”

You take his hands while he looked away. “Because I do, Lucio,” you stated. “No,” he trembled. “You’re cursed. You’re under the spell.” Your heart sinks a bit at his words, but you cup his cheeks and look him straight in the eyes. “Look at me, Lucio,” you insisted. He opens his eyes to you as you pressed your forehead against his. Suddenly, he felt calm by your touch. “MC,” he asked. “Am I dreaming...?” You shake your head softly with a giggle. “No, Lucio,” you stated. “I love you.” He chuckles tearfully in your hands, kissing your palms and wrist gently. “I love you too, MC,” he beamed and kisses you all over your face.

“MC,” Lucio takes your hand in his. “I know this is a little too sudden, but will you stay with me? Marry me?” You gasped lightly at his question as he puts your hands on you cheek. “Say you’ll be mine, MC.” You smile at him and nod. “I will,” you chime. “I’ll marry you, Lucio.” He kisses you again on the lips. “MC, I love you.”

For @lucigucci . Thanks for inspiring me. 🥰

#the arcana #thearcanajulian #julian devorak #the arcana apprentice #asra alnazar #count lucio #count lucio x mc #the arcana lucio #count lucio x apprentice #count lucio x reader #count lucio the arcana #the arcana portia #portia devorak #lucio the arcana #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana mc

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fyrewrites · 4 years ago

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The Magus’s Apprentice

Unfinished Ars Magica drabble

The small village on the outskirts of the faerie forest was, more or less, a peaceful place. The echoes of past large-scale cosmic wars resonated throughout the place, and to the Gifted ones, these echoes were harmful.

So it was that a child of eight, previously thought to be as UnGifted as any other, awoke screaming, crying out to the world to make it stop.

This young girl’s name was Amande, and she was in great pain.

Her parents, a farmer and his wife, had no idea how to help their daughter, so, against everyone’s best judgement, they called upon the old wizard in the tower. The tower was in the faerie forest, however the feeling of a new Gifted one was powerful enough to cut through even the worst of the faerie magic.

So the wizard came swiftly.

The fate of the girl was debated at length; the wizard wished to take the girl and teach her how to use her Gift, but the parents were afraid of that. What if she destroyed the village? The wizard let their fears vanish as he spoke a while about the dangers of an untrained maga, which would surely end in the village being destroyed sooner or later, whereas if she went with the wizard, no harm would be done, save for her absence.

In the end, the family conceded to the wizard’s wish, and Amande was no longer Amande, but an apprentice.

Amande cried out in pain, a pain which lessened as the wizard led her away from her home. She soon realized that she didn't even know the name of her new master, nor anything else about him, save that he was a wizard. As she opened her mouth to ask one of the questions she wanted answered, the wizard said, “Don't speak.”

They continued on in silence. When they reached the tower, Amande gasped. It was better than she had thought! She had thought it was a crumbling structure constantly under siege by the faeries, when in fact it was a sturdy, if worn structure, built of stone. Carved into the blue arched door was a strange symbol, which looked like two keys crossed. Amande had never seen that design before.

The wizard tapped on the door with his fist, as if he were knocking. The door unlocked itself and opened, much to the amazement of Amande. Did all wizards have the power to do that?

She walked inside. The door closed behind her, and as the wizard looked at them, the candles lit themselves.

“Welcome to my tower,” the wizard said. “My name is Elanirvidius, and I am your master now. May I know your name?”

“Amande,” the girl said immediately. “Are you really going to teach me magic? Am I going to be a wizard?” Her face was lit with childlike wonder.

“I am not a wizard, and neither will you be,” Elanirvidius said. “I am a magus, and you will also be one. And, yes, I will teach you magic.”

Amande let out an excited shriek. “When can I learn? Can I start now? How long do I have to wait?”

“First, I must Open your magic,” Elanirvidius said, sitting down in a chair. A little table immediately walked to him, bearing a glass filled with water and a well-thumbed book that had many bookmarks stuck in it. “That, I am afraid, takes some time.”

“So I won't learn magic now?” Amande’s bright expression faded.

“You will learn soon,” the magus said, then sipped the glass of water. “Please sit; you cannot be comfortable standing while I am not.”

Obediently, Amande sat on the softest chair she had ever sat on. It was better than standing, just as Elanirvidius had said. She asked, “How long do I wait?”

“It is late summer now,” Elanirvidius said quietly. “When autumn leaves turn red, you will be able to learn magic.”

“So…” she thought. “When the harvest comes?”

“Yes, I believe that is the time. Would you like me to show you the tower? An apprentice who does not know her and her master’s house is not much of an apprentice, after all.”

The tower possessed four floors. The first was the library and entry. The second was the laboratory, which was filled with all manner of strange projects that Elanirvidius kept Amande well away from. The third housed Elanirvidius’s room, a guest room, and the restroom, which appeared very magical indeed, as there was a basin there that filled itself with water, warm or cold, upon request, as well as a chamberpot that emptied itself. The fourth floor housed an observatory, as well as a smaller library that contained Elanirvidius’s personal notes and observations on many things, mostly the sky.

It was this magical tower that Amande now called home.

For the first season of her apprenticeship, Elanirvidius taught her how to read and write the language of magic. By the time her magic was Opened, she could read an entire spellbook, and could write a scroll.

On the day the autumn leaves turned red, Elanirvidius brought Amande up to the observatory, and asked her to look through the nearest of the three telescopes, and tell him what she saw.

She looked, and gasped. “It's magic!”

“It is time,” Elanirvidius said, “for you to learn magic.”

Amande studied the page Elanirvidius was showing her. It was written in the magic writing, which Amande knew fluently now. She read the words, then tried to understand them.

Search deep within yourself. It is there, waiting. It is your Gift. Welcome it, ask it to become part of you. Then, use it. Use The Gift to create light. If at first you don't succeed, try until you do. There is a light that shines in the darkness, and that light is you, Gifted one.

Amande followed the words’ instructions, and with the guidance of her master Elanirvidius, she created a floating orb of light that rested in her hands. She flung it up, and it rose, then fell down again, slowly and gently, to rest in her hands once more.

“Well done,” Elanirvidius said. “And your sigil is apparent also: gravity.”

That night, while Amande lay awake in bed conjuring lights, Elanirvidius dipped his pen, an emerald feather, into some black ink and wrote. He made special note of his apprentice’s sigil. Very few magi possessed a sigil that involved gravity, and those that had were known as great magi. Almost all of them had become archmagi, if that was a term that was applicable.

He finished writing, then rolled up the paper into a scroll and sealed it with purple wax inscribed with the mark of his House, two keys crossed.

He sent out the scroll, which was an official request for apprenticeship, then read Sigils: G to L, searching for gravity. He desired to know what exactly that sigil meant.

Dawn had just graced the village with its light, and the parents of Amande were woken by a loud tapping on their window. The cause was a bird carrying a letter in its talons.

They opened the window, read the letter, and rejoiced. Amande was well into her first year with the wizard, who she termed Magus Elanirvidius, and she had already learned very much. She had requested that the “magus” allow her parents to visit his tower so that they could check in with their daughter. He allowed this and welcomed them at any time.

So, the parents were quick to make their way to the tower of Elanirvidius.

“You came!” Amande said excitedly. “Do you like it? Do you? It's really nice here! And I can do magic now!” She conjured an orb of light, now second nature to her, and bounced it around as if it were a ball.

Her parents nodded. They were still quite shocked by how the door had opened as if by… magic. Now, too, their daughter was doing magic, and Elanirvidius had not shown himself yet. Where was he?

Amande created more orbs of light, throwing them around haphazardly. They all came back to her, no matter how far she tossed them. She aimed one, threw, then gasped as an ink vial spilled all over a paper. Oh no!

She rushed over and tried to fix it, but ended getting herself covered in ink. There was only one thing to do: tell her master.

She'd never been in her master's room since he'd given her the tour months ago. No room was forbidden to her, of course, but she had never felt the need to enter this room. Now she was.

Amande opened the door and called, “Elanirvidius, I spilled ink on a paper.”

Elanirvidius was not there.

Where in the world could he have gone?

Amande checked everywhere in the tower, finding no trace of her elusive master. She returned to the library, then decided she would show her parents around. She did so with enthusiasm, but they were not so enthusiastic. She hoped that would change once Elanirvidius cane back.

Elanirvidius returned to the tower. He had met with one of the officials of his House, and they had dealt with the matter of Amande’s apprenticeship. It was decided that she was his apprentice, and so he would instruct her for fifteen years and take her to matters of importance, among other things.

He entered his tower to find two UnGifted people within—Amande had let her parents come. He observed the scene, his eyes coming to rest on the spilled ink vial, which had ruined a spell, One Key To Open Them All. Luckily, he had composed that just yesterday, so he recalled its formula very well. However, it was still ruined.

“Amande,” Elanirvidius said, “I believe I forbid throwing lights after last week’s incident.”

Last week, Amande had accidentally thrown a light orb through the ajar door to the laboratory, interrupting the ritual Elanirvidius was conducting. He had punished her accordingly, giving her a tricky reading assignment. Hidden within the pages of her book had been a quiz on formulaic magic, specifically pertaining to the orbs of light.

Clearly, she had not learned her lesson.

Amande apologized, but the matter of the spilled ink could not be resolved with words. Nor would a punishment work. So, Elanirvidius said, “Your actions have ruined my latest spell.”

He took the offending parchment and burned it in his hands. The ashes were swept away by a broom that sat in the corner.

“Leave,” he told Amande’s parents. They did so. With them gone, Elanirvidius continued. “Now, follow me. I have an important task for you.”

Her task was to assist in sorting the laboratory—the non dangerous part.

#my writing #fantasy #original #ars magica #wizards #magic

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 5 years ago

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Interlude

Chapter 16

As Anna tucked the baby in the cradle next to the bed, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Mama?” Inga asked as she opened the door slightly.

“Shh!” Anna put her finger on her mouth and walked over to the door.

“Oh!” Inga whispered, “she’s asleep?”

“Yes. Would you like to walk to the study with me?”

Inga nodded as her mother quietly shut the door to the bedroom. They walked silently at first. Her mother paused as they got closer to the study. This was the longest time she had been alone with her daughter since the new baby.

"You didn't tell me you replied to the invitation."

"Sorry," Inga apologized, looking down at her hands. "But it didn't seem like a good time to bother you."

"No need to apologize, in fact I'm happy you took some initiative." She took Inga's hand. "But in the future, I'd like to have some warning before being personally thanked by an ambassador for allowing my daughter to travel."

"Oh… right…" Inga's eyes widened. "Was Papa with you?"

"No," her mother laughed. "Thankfully, I got to be the one to tell him."

"Just to be clear…” Inga added hesitantly. “It's… it's not like the ambassador seems to be making it. You said so yourself. I just want a chance to go somewhere. And Aunt Elsa said she'd come along, so I'll really be just fine." Inga knew she was rambling now.

"Elsa is coming with you?" Her mother looked perplexed.

"Oh, I suppose that was after the ambassador left to talk to you…" Inga began rambling again. "I kind of lost track of everyone after that, and you know Frederick is coming, and then…"

"Frederick is coming, are you sure?"

"Yes,” Inga answered as they started walking again. “He had told me he'd like to travel, remember?"

"Oh, of course. Sorry, go on."

"Where was I? Oh, Edith! Or Kate, maybe, one of them. It might have even been Isabel…" Inga shook her head. "One of them came over and started listening and pretty soon they were telling Elizabeth that if the only delay in her wedding was getting all the family together we should bring her mother and sister's and Lars's mother home from Corona with us when we go. And then Lars said he was going to be busy so perhaps Elizabeth should come with us, especially since she'd been talking about the coronation all spring and she would love to see it. And Elsa said that sounded fine, and I'm just glad that it's just Elizabeth coming along, because she really is quite nice, don't get me wrong. The other girls are quite nice, too, I don't want it getting around that I think otherwise… it's me, not them. But Elizabeth, she's interesting to talk to. And that didn't sound right, either…"

"Elsa is going to Corona with you?" Her mother repeated as they entered the study.

"Yes," Inga replied, "she volunteered right away. We had been discussing chaperones. I figured it would only make sense, since Frederick is so young."

"Of course, you're right," Anna replied absentmindedly. She sat down at the desk, and Inga sat off to the side, picking up a stack of unopened letters and beginning to sort them.

"Oh, here's one from Corona," Inga thought out loud. "Already? No, I only replied yesterday. It must be something else. Here you go, Mama."

"Thank you," Anna replied as she took the letter from her daughter. She read it silently, keeping her face as blank as she could manage, and not the confusion she felt.

“What is it?” Inga probed.

“Oh, just the Crown Princess of Corona,” Anna replied. “She must have gotten a letter from the Ambassador, and she says that she hopes the letter finds everyone well… you know, the usual.”

“Is that all?” Inga asked, setting aside a few more letters into the stack for herself.

“Yes,” her mother replied firmly. “Now, let’s go through the rest of these so we’re not stuck inside all afternoon.” The two worked for a half hour in silence until no more letters were left. Anna quietly took the letter from Corona when Inga was looking out the window and placed it in a pocket.

Inga offered to check in with the kitchen about dinner while her mother checked on the baby. Anna agreed, and told her she'd see her at dinner. The baby was sleeping peacefully, and Gerda assured the Queen that she would let her know the minute the baby woke up, so she walked over and paused before knocking on Elsa's door. She reminded herself she was exhausted, and her emotions were always volatile right after having a baby. Or more so than usual, but volatiler wasn’t actually a word. She took a breath and knocked.

"Come in?"

Anna opened the door and walked in, trying not to appear frustrated. "Elsa, Inga tells me you volunteered to chaperone their trip to Corona. Nevermind I had to find out about the trip from the Ambassador… When did you decide on this?"

"Sorry," Elsa replied calmly, "she was talking about needing a chaperone, and, well, I thought it might be nice to visit again." She motioned her sister to sit down by the window with her, where she had just had tea set out.

"Really?" Anna asked skeptically, then sighed as she sat down across from Elsa. "Well, I suppose she doesn't want to go alone, and if Fred is coming along, she shouldn't be expected to be responsible for him. Are you sure this isn't becoming too much of a production, though?"

"It won't be," Elsa assured her. She poured a cup of tea for her sister. "And don't worry, Mattias put a stop to Edith and Kate coming along before there was any pressure on Inga."

Anna looked out the window. "I'm sure you're right. And Inga told me she likes the girl from Corona… Elizabeth? I suppose it would be nice to let her attend a big event in her own kingdom. That sort of thing doesn't happen all that often, and especially if everyone else she knows is so busy. Make sure she can attend, at least, and it's not just a visit to her family."

"Of course," Elsa replied.

They sat in silence drinking tea. Some time later, Gerda came by to let Anna know that the baby was awake and hungry. Elsa followed her back to the bedroom. Anna sat happily in the big chair feeding the baby.

“Anna?” Elsa asked.

“What is it?” Anna replied as if she were speaking to the baby.

“I was just wondering,” Elsa gently probed. “Have you met with the Ambassador from Corona, officially, that is?”

Anna sighed, and spoke seriously, but still softly. “No. I hadn’t really seen him until yesterday morning when he walked over to tell me about Inga’s trip. He has a proper meeting with me tomorrow morning. Along with everyone else. Except the council. That isn’t until Wednesday.”

“Busy week, huh?” Elsa smiled. “And then Inga’s birthday is Thursday.”

“Wait, what?” Anna looked up at Elsa. “That can’t be right…”

Elsa chuckled softly. “You might want to check the dates on the letters you were writing earlier.”

***

Following dinner, Kristoff helped Anna put the younger children to bed, and after they were nearly all asleep, and with Sofia quietly sitting next to Nanny reading, they went on to the library. Anton and Peder were playing their violins, making up tunes for Olaf to dance to. Inga and Frederick had just sat down on the sofa next to Elsa, and looked like they had been dancing quite a bit.

“That won’t work for dancing at a proper ball, you know, Frederick,” Inga laughed. “We’ll have to practice this week, and make sure you haven’t forgotten everything.”

“How about for your birthday?” Frederick offered. “You can have someone come over to play the proper kind of music.”

“Inga,” Anna interrupted as she walked over. “Did you want to do anything for your birthday? I’m sorry we’ve completely forgotten this year.”

“It’s fine,” her daughter insisted. “You’ve been busy. Just think of the trip as my birthday present, how about that?”

Anna sighed. “If you insist. But I promise we’ll do something for you next year.”

The music stopped abruptly.

“Wait!” Peder called out. “Our birthday is next month, do we get to have a party?”

“Of course you can, if you like,” his mother answered. Peder and Anton immediately crowded her, offering up competing ideas for a birthday party.

Frederick laughed watching them. He paused, turning to Elsa sitting next to him. “Oh! Aunt Elsa, I was going to ask… Lars was saying something about the royal family being relatives of ours? Inga didn’t remember anything, either, otherwise I’d just think it was me not paying attention again…” Inga looked slightly annoyed at being called out for not knowing something.

Elsa thought for a second, then shook her head. “Anna knows more about those things than I do. Perhaps ask her?”

On hearing her name, Anna excused herself from the twins, who turned to Olaf to continue their planning. She walked across the room to the sofa. “What is it?”

Inga looked up and spoke first. “Mama, the royal family in Corona, how are we related to them?”

“It was…” she thought for a second, “our grandfather’s aunt… or was it his great aunt? Yes, his great aunt. She was the grandmother of the current queen.”

Fred snorted a laugh. “Really close, then. What does that make us?”

“Well…” Anna paused, holding out both hands in front of herself and lifting up fingers alternately on each while talking to herself under her breath.

“Third cousins, once removed,” Kristoff interrupted as he walked over. Anna looked up and smirked at him. “Or,” he added, “fourth cousins, once removed, if you’re asking about the children…”

“Okay, then,” Inga huffed, then laughed a little.

“Who’s your fourth cousin?” Olaf butted in.

“Fourth cousin, once removed,” Inga corrected, smiling. “The Prince and Princess over in Corona, apparently. The ones who are turning eighteen this year.”

“Oh! I remember when their parents were here! Kristoff, do you remember? You were all ‘I’m not a tour guide, I didn’t ask to be a tour guide!’ when he wanted you to take him climbing, and then it turned out he was actually really good at climbing, and then…”

“Wait, what?” Anna interrupted.

“Uh, yeah…” Kristoff replied. “You were… on that trip with Elsa. You know, right after...”

“Oh, of course,” Anna mumbled.

Inga sat up. “Mama! What trip?”

Anna looked at Elsa, who gave a subtle nod, before answering. “It was just visiting a few nearby kingdoms… Reestablishing diplomatic relationships, you know, that sort of thing.”

“Why haven’t you told us about this?” Frederick demanded.

“It was all a bit of a blur. I was seasick most of the time we were at sea, and Elsa did most of the talking...”

“Your Majesty?” Gerda stood at the door. “The baby is awake.”

“Oh, thank you, Gerda, I’ll be right there,” Anna smiled. She gave Kristoff a kiss and whispered for him to stay, then wished everyone good night.

Frederick pouted after she left. “Fine, she won’t tell a good story, Father, what about you? Can you tell us about this climbing Olaf was talking about?”

“There’s really not much to tell,” Kristoff hemmed. “He can climb, and he talked a lot. He seemed nice enough.”

“Shouldn’t I know more?” Frederick asked him. “Since he talked so much, any big secrets he revealed?”

Inga let out a laugh before elbowing her brother and giving him a glare.

“I’d rather not say in mixed company,” their father demurred.

“Okay, Father, then you can tell me alone later,” Frederick replied earnestly.

“In that case, I’m not saying anything.” Kristoff glared.

“Ooh! Is this a new game?” Olaf asked.

“Yes, yes it is,” Kristoff smiled, sitting down in a nearby chair.

“You’re very good at it,” Olaf told him.

Kristoff sat back as the twins started telling Olaf that it wasn’t actually a game.

Elsa excused herself to check in on her sister, and Inga and Frederick wished her good night but were clearly ready to pester their aunt with more questions.

“Papa,” Inga asked tentatively, “Why didn’t any of you tell us about this before?”

“There…” he hesitated. “There really wasn’t much worth telling.”

"Maybe sometime when you two aren't so exhausted," Inga suggested. "I'd like to know, even if it makes a horribly dull story."

"And on that note," her father replied as he stood up, "I'm going to try getting some sleep. Good night."

#my fic #kristanna #chapter 16

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pbandjesse · 5 years ago

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Today was a pretty excellent day. I had work but it was an excellent shift.

I slept pretty good. But getting up was really hard. James helped me get up. He made me a sandwich. And I got dressed. Wore the skirt I made yesterday. Felt cute.

It was warm out today. But my ride down to the museum was nice. And i got to work setting up the tour. Ran into the other educators. I was only scheduled for one tour today and it was a senior group! I hadnt had one before and I was excited!

And I was right to be! They were so nice. They got here about a half an hour early and they all had to use the bathroom which was very funny. Some of them were actually only like 70 not as old as I was anticipating. But they were all so nice and so sweet. One of the guys in the group was very skinny and tall and had suspenders on. He was very nice to me. He kept telling me how happy I seemed and how I just seem to love life. And that made me feel good. We broke them into two groups and that man and his wife are on my tour and everyone else was swimming. I also have the only two African American women on my tour, who was a mother and daughter. The mother being very very very old and in a wheelchair. It was really interesting the house an older black person on my tour but especially a woman. So I made sure I looked at her face when I said stuff to hear her reaction and kind of see if I was going in the right direction. We're trying to make a concerted effort at the Museum to find ways to talk about the African American story in the industries. And right now I only have a few places so I'm trying to do more research there.

The tour went great. Had a great time talking to them I got laughs and gasps and good questions and statements. They seemed really interested and I just had a really good time talking to them. It was a lot of fun.

And Liz from access art was there! Not on my tour but on an educator strip. A bunch of teachers from different schools with Baltimore city were taking a trip to see what the field trips were like. It was so nice to see her. And I was able to talk to her at the end of my tour and kind of ask some questions about what she's doing and how things are going with her. And encourage her to request me as an educator if she does bring a field trip group there to the museum. And we talked about a little bit of the African American storytelling that I brought up and she thinks that it's great and on her mural tour she's writing something very similar about printmaking so I might try to go on that tour when I get started to get some more information.

After I was done talking to Liz I went back over to my group who was just kind of hanging out waiting for the other half to be done. And the old man came up to me to just tell me how much he enjoyed the tour and he gave me $7. He didn't have to give me any money. So I gave him a hug. It was very nice of him. I actually got a couple hugs. Including from one woman who reminded me of my Grandma Rose a lot and felt like my grandma Rose when she hugged me. Like hard but her skin was soft. Like squishy soft. XU had a layer squish. That doesn't make any sense in sounds terrible but it was a really nice. I like old people.

We finished up and we talked about a couple more things while the other group got together. They went and watched a little movie in a theater and then they left.

I finished up and headed across the street to the bike store to get bolts and inner tubes. And it was hot outside! Like really bad. So I decided I would like halfway home and stop for food somewhere cold. Something with air conditioning. So we went to Xs which is kind of fusion Diner / sushi bar.

My poor waitress was so stressed out. The restaurant is 3 1/2 fours and they had sat me at the bar on the first floor and she was taking orders from both the first and the third floor. And she was really stressed and she kept apologizing. And I told her it would be easier if I just moved to the third floor. And she kept saying no no don't do that and I was like no it was going to make it better I'll do that I don't mind so I moved up to the top floor to try to make her life better. But she was obviously frazzled. So I ended up giving her my $7 tip that I got at the Museum because I felt like she needed it. Need a little bit of a pick-me-up. And I just tried to keep telling her that she was doing a good job and not to worry. I hope it helped brighten her day a little bit.

I came home after that. And when I walked into the apartment the mail person was there. It's a woman. And I asked her about a note that I had had written on one of my packages and she had no idea what it was about so must have been something before I even got to her. She was really nice.

But then I got like inside the building proper and it was filled with smoke. Like I was concerned there was a fire smoke. I got up to my apartment and there's no smoking here thankfully. So then I went up to the third floor and Nicholas and Kimberly who are upstairs neighbors, I'm at Kimberly for the first time this morning on my way out, were opening all the windows because apparently they had burnt pancakes.

They are so cute. They have snakes and plants everywhere and a pet rat and their apartment is just the epitome of a happy Haven. It is filled with crystals and tapestries and hippie stuff. It was wonderful. And they're both so sweet. They invited me inside so I could see the layout of their apartment and they said that if I ever wanted to come up and hang out and they even have a comfy chair and a bookshelf in the hallway that they call their free library and it's all like a vegetarian and vegan cookbooks and meditation books and it was so funny. I'm going to take him up on that though because they seem great and I want to be their friend.

They had to head out though so I came back down to the apartment. I took a bath and cooled off. I've mostly been chilling. I watched videos Frozen I tried to install the pull up bar but I decided I didn't like it in this one doorway so I'm going to move it to the other doorway. I had to repaint part of the wall because of this but that's fine. I change the eyes on the kitty pillow that James got me again. Made them a little smaller and I think it looks better now. I did a little bit of my collage I played with sweet pea. I rested in bed for a while. And then I remembered I need to switch the renter's insurance over and it was a whole thing online and it wouldn't work so I had to call in the woman I talked to you was very nice and I was able to move the insurance policy to this apartment and add James to it. So we are protected again.

I'm just kind of been having a nice afternoon though. James should be home soon. I will fix his bike and maybe I'll work on some art some more. I hope I sleep good. I have the morning off and then I'm doing tours in the afternoon. Going to bring my book with me and maybe it'll just be chill. Or maybe I'll give a couple tours or maybe I won't. You never know.

I hope you all have a great night. Keep sending those Good Vibes. Sleep well.

#ootd #selfie #babe #wotk #nice day #weird dog #cat #wensday

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asongstress1422 · 5 years ago

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Ripples into Riptides

Zutara Fanfic – Part 8 of Bride from the Water Tribe

Summary: Katara was taken to the Northern Water Tribe by her grandmother; she was to be protected at all cost, for she was the last of the Southern Water. Once they got there, the North refused to teach her trying to strip her of her worth and turn her into what they wanted, a calm biddable healer to birth the next generation. They failed. And so as punishment they sent her to be a political bride to the Fire Nation.

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“Prince Zuko,” a feminine voice purred, “am I boring you?”

Zuko blinked, snapping back to himself. Lady Zemara, last evening’s absentee dinner partner, sat across from him, her chin rested on her cupped hand as she looked at him expectantly.

“Of course not,” Zuko reassured quickly, picking up his tea and gulping down a hefty swallow. Strong and rich in the morning, his uncle’s personal blend for him. The perfect thing when he spent his allotted time for sleep tossing instead of resting. “Please continue with your story.”

Her lips pouted prettily, sheet of inky black hair pulled back in a high phoenix plume to show off the long line of her neck and to emphasize the cut of her jaw. The day’s hanuf a soft coral that laid perfectly against her skin, embroidered with thousands of olive green dragonflies. A summer cold that was making its way though the palace was the cause of her absence yesterday, the only lasting effects of which seemed to be the always-at-hand handkerchief and a slightly red nose.

Dark eyes remained flat as she slipped back into her tale. She was a swordsmith in the Tamahagane style, a delicate blend of functionality and beauty. It was a topic Zuko could normally listen to for hours but his mind refused to focus on the woman in front of him.

Instead it kept turning to the book that had spent the night on his bedside table. Flora and Fauna of the Fire Nation, the economic cover proclaimed . Meant as a field guide for university students it made for a very dry read with only a few accompanying sketches to break up the monotony of the alphabetical listings. Zuko grinned, remembered how intrigued Katara had with the plants in the garden during their walk. Did she fancy herself a hobbyist after just one walk in the gardens? Whatever had drawn the water nation girl to the volume, it now resided in his pocket waiting for the opportunity to be returned.

“You find it amusing that I injured myself?” Zemara broke in hauntly.

Right. He was supposed to be paying attention to the woman breakfasting with him. “I’m impressed that you were able to hone such a sharp edge at so young an age,” he said pulling out pieces of the partially heard story. Her glare said he was not forgiven so he added a more sincere bit of praise to cut the flattery. “Master’s spend years learning such a craft.”

She preened at the complement as she continued, his slight pardoned for the moment.

With a sigh Zuko shoved all thoughts of the blue eyed woman out of his head. With so many backing the Lady Zemara he needed to focus on getting to know her while he had the chance. A forty-five minute breakfast wasn’t ideal to learn the nuances of a potential spouse but it was what he had so he made the best of it, peppering her with questions but hiding them in polite conversation.

The Lady was up to date with current events, not just in the Fire Nation but globally. Able to ask thoughtful questions and make intelligent replies. She wasn’t rude, wasn’t hot tempered and didn’t complain. Besides some obvious jealousy between her siblings when Zuko tried to bring up more personal matter she marked off several of the boxes on his checklist. All in all, she was nearly perfect.

So it irked Zuko that when a servant came to inform them it was time to meet the other Candidate for their group session he let out a sigh of relief. She was beautiful, cultured, and knowledgeable; all things necessary in a Fire Lady. So why was Zuko so repelled by her presence?

“Why do you frown so, Prince Zuko? Have I displeased you?” she asked, voice like honey and smile just as sweet, as he offered his arm to lead her to the meeting area while he tried to sort out his feelings.

“No,” he smoothed out his features. “Thinking of some business I must take care of before the end of the day.”

“You shouldn’t be thinking of business with a woman on your arm,” she teased, laying her head on his arm and looking up at him with her large doe eyes as they walked.

Insight struct like a rocksnake bite.

She was too perfect.

From her beauty, to the repeated emphasis of the Ohisama family’s backing on his rights to rule the Fire Nation, to her flirting now; it was all a deliberately constructed ruse. Her every action calculated to entice him. Her every word weighed to make him want to hear more.

“You’re right, Lady Zemara,” Zuko said, hiding his groundbreaking revelation behind a charming enough smile. Agni, he hated being manipulated. “Please, excuse my bad manners.”

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The rest of the candidates waited for them in the southern courtyard. They were all making the short trek up to the University District that surrounded the Fire Sage’s Temple of the Mind, the cornerstone of learning in the modern. Scholars from all over the world traveled to study there. It was one of the reasons the palace library was so vast. Students were asked to bring some form of knowledge, be it a book, scroll, or personal research paper, to add to the school. The temple kept the original but the palace got the first distributed copy.

The field guide weighed heavily in his pocket. Zuko clenched his fist, memories tied to why it had been forgotten making his stomach roll. He would return the book and apologize. Except that proved more difficult than anticipated. As they made the journey to the temple when ever he made a move to walk close to the water nation girl another candidates would throw themselves in his path. For her own part Lady Katara kept as much distance between them as wouldn’t be commented on, choosing instead to talk to one of the men in the ring of guards that flanked the party.

As they marched through the main gate, a long figure waited for them on the giant stone steps that led up to the temple proper. Sage Gyatso’s customary long red robe and pointed leather skullcap making him stand in sharp relief against the beige of the monolithic building. There was a quiet grace about that man, who Zuko knew was of a similar age to his deceased grandfather, though the Fire Sage did not look it as the aging Fire Lord had.

Gyayso’s bright eyes looked over the small crowd and they all quieted instantly at his wordless entreaty.

Impressed despite himself, Zuko wondered if the elderly man gave lessons. It would definitely come in handing during council meetings if he could get people to listen to him without having to shout himself horse first.

“My Ladies, Prince Zuko,” the Sage bowed, his voice kind and engaging coming from behind his white mustache. “I am pleased to welcome to the Temple of the Mind. While we go about our tour please keep all sound to a minimum. The temple plays host to students year round and we want to disrupt their concentration as little as possible. If at any time you have a question, please raise your hand and wait until called upon. Also, ask before you touch. Some of the items we store are one of a kind and extremely delicate. When we come to the science wing, this warning because dire. Please head posted safety instruction at all times.” His voice deepened as he eyed everyone seriously before blipping up to his normal cadence with a smile, “now, if you will all follow me inside.”

Skipping up the stairs in the manner of a much younger man, the group quickly surged after him. The way their guide laid out the itinerary, with the possible hint of danger and whimsy, left everyone intrigued to know more.

Before Katara could follow Zuko waylaid her before she could make the steps. The guard she had been talking to early, seeing two of his charges having stopped, paused before going inside. Keeping a respectful distance but a watchful eye.

Zuko pressed the book into her hand. “You forgot this. Yesterday.” With a raised brow she looked down at the item then back up at him. He swallowed. “I wanted to apologize for the way things went last night.” When she just continued to look at him, he fumbled looking for anything to say, not knowing what she was after. “In light of that, I would like to offer you another dinner. With me. Tonight.”

“No.” Tucking the book in her sash she stepped around him making to follow everyone else into the temple.

The guard made to fall into step behind her but seeing the Prince still at the ground level, mouth agape, the man paused to wait for him. He came out of his stupor as soon as the Lady was out of sight, charging up the stairs after her.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Zuko demanded nipping at her heels.

She shot a sour look over her shoulder as she power walked down the halls. “It is a simple enough word, Fire Prince. N-O, no. Noun, a negative answer.”

“What are you reading the dictionary now?” he asked incredulous, one of his steps eating up two of hers.

Katara glared as he fell into line with her. “Some,” she growled putting on a fresh burst of speed to put distance between them when she spied the tail end of their tour group.

Sage Gyatso held the room entranced as he pointed out the towering architecture of the antechamber. “--- blocks were brought all the way from the Great Divide Canyon in the Earth Kingdom back in 17AS. Official complete of the temple was in 93AS but every few decades saw other Fire Lords add their own mark by adding on some small addition or sanctioning repairs that were long overdue.” Seen that the Prince had finally caught up, the guide gestured to him in respect, “Prince Zuko has commissioned an upgrade and expansion to the dormitories that haven't been touched since Fire Lord Kyro’s time.”

There were murmurs of praise that Zuko acknowledged with an awkwardly raised hand and a smile.

Seeing the prince’s shyness the Sage pressed them along coming into an even grander room. “Here we have the Library.”

Zuko had been here countless times but it was still impressive. The central tower rose over a hundred feet in the air. Multi level walkways encircled the area all the way up to the soaring ceiling, hallways branching from each level like spokes from a wagon wheel. Man size windows at roof level let in floods of sunlight at all hours of the day. It had been an architectural achievement when it had been built and even now, four hundred years later, it was awe inspiring.

At the ground level, rows of people sat an angled desks in the middle of the room. The soft scratching of quills and the occasional rustle of paper almost deafening in the hush.

“The Palace boasts a more formal library,” Gyatso nodded deferentially to the prince, his voice soft out of respect for the people busy at work, “but, as this area has the best year round lighting, we also use this area to make copies of books. Students are required to give ten hours a week to community service projects.” His hand wave encompassed the working people, “transcribing is the most popular.

“The books we have here are from all over the world and the first time some of them had ever seen them.” Noticing Katara’s distinct blue eyes in the crowd he nodded at her with a kind smile, “we even have a few water tribe scrolls.” He turned back to the group at large. “If you all want to take a turn about the place, maybe pick out a book or tried your hand at transcribing, please feel free.”

A few of the women broke off in small clusters to go exploring, the rest descended on the prince asking for him for book recommendations or to personal show them around. Out of the corner of his eye, Zuko saw Katara stepped forward to the Sage. One of the students had also seen this as an opportunity to talk to his Master and, with an armful of notes, he intercedes, getting the older man’s input in hushed whispers. As soon as Gyatso noticed her waiting, though, he quieted the young man with a touch on his shoulder and smiled in her direction.

Zuko was too far away to hear what was actually being said but after a few exchanged words he watched as Katara nodded her head in thanks before breaking away, heading for one of the several wrath iron staircases that led to the upper levels. After making his excuses to the several candidates that had congregated around him he slipped away to follow.

There was no way she didn’t know he was behind her. But as she stepped off the landing and into the rows and rows of shelves, the height of which required ten food ladders to reach the top most books, Katara ignored him, keeping her eyes on the little iron markers as they passed. 440, 485, 510.

“Last night, I didn’t mean frightened you,” he finally spoke up when is seemed likely she would continue to pretend he wasn’t there. “That was never my intention.”

“You did not frightened me, Fire Prince,” she said.

“Well, you’re actions state otherwise,” he pointed out, stepping out of her way as she back tracked and slipped into the isle she’d been looking for.

Her long fingered hands skimmed the spines of books and she walked down, eyes racking the titles. He moved to brace her as she stepped upon one of the ladders to get a better vantage on the higher shelves.

He frowned, eyeing his hand on the small of her back. “Was it because I grappled with you?” he asked, thinking back, as she shifting through a tangle of scrolls. “Because I would like to point out that you started it.”

“Like I said,” she half unrolled one of the scrolls, scowled, then rolled it back up before picking out another one, “you did not scare me.”

“Then why don’t you want to have dinner with me?” If he had requested any of the other Candidate to eat with him they would have jumped over themselves to accommodate him, be them fire nation or earth kingdom. Somehow that made it worse that this particular blue eyes woman was rebuffing him at every turn.

“Because once was enough,” she huffed, jumping from the rung in a dexterous manner and gliding down in a swish of blood orange silk, landing with feline grace.

“Lady Katara,” Sage Gyasto said, suddenly looming at the mouth of the isle, interrupting Zuko before he could continue pressing her. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Unfortunately no, Master Gyatso,” she said.

“Then if I may?” The man scurried up the ladder on the opposite side, using the shelves to propel himself half a row down before climbing nearly at the top. Tucking several scrolls under his arm he retracted his route and slid down the wooden rungs to float to the ground. He offered the scrolls to her with a bow. “Here you are, My Lady.”

She accepted in kind. “Thank you.”

Setting them on a partly cleared shelf behind her she unfurled one. “What is this?”

Gyasto peaked over her shoulder. “That would be Foggy Swamp style.”

“Swamp style?” she questioned, fingers tracing the sketch of the bending mannequin.

“Yes, a small hamlet of water benders thrive in the nearly uninhabitable tracked of land in the southwestern range of the Earth Kingdom.

She looked up at the Sage, her blue eyes brilliant. “May I borrow these?”

“Not these ones I’m afraid. They are much too precious to leave the building.” He saw the deep disappointment in the girls eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Zuko had seen it too.

“What if I,” he found himself say, laying a hand on the pile of scrolls, “take possession of them?”

Gyasto wince but bowed to his Prince, “then I would gladly release them into your care. I only asked they be returned in the same condition as they are now.”

Zuko frowned, confused at the strange request. “Of course.”

Katara turned reaching for the scrolls. “Many thanks, Master Gyatso.”

Zuko slid the scrolls away, a beguiling smile on his lips. “You may looked at them after you have dinner with me tonight. Let’s say six?”

She blinked, spine snapping straight, blue eyes going steely. “So you would bribe me with my own people’s knowledge, that you stole from us, to get what you want.” She huffed a disgusted chuckle, shaking her head. “I should have expected it.” Without another word she turned and walked away, leaving him there with a worthless pile of water scrolls.

What was he supposed to do with them now?

“Ah, to be young again.” Zuko turned to the Sage, mouth still half open. Gyasto returned the gaze with a wry smile. “Would you have me return those, Your Highness?”

“I, uh-- No, I’ll still take them. It’s good to learn about the other nations,” he said to save face.

Gyatso nodded sagely. “Then may I suggest ‘The Birth of Tui and La’?”

“I already know that story,” Zuko said.

“You know the Fire Nation version. This,” he pulled a scroll from his sleeve as if by magic, “is the Water Tribe telling.” The old man set it with its brethren. “I think you will find it … enlightening. If you are ready to carry on, your highness?” The Sage asked, gesturing for the Prince to precede him from the shelves.

“Yes, of course,” Zuko said, slipping the scrolls into his front of his robes as they made their way back to the waiting candidates.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening, Zuko was in his in-room office tackling the ever present pile of paperwork. He had forgotten about his plans with the water nation girl, having thought she had rather pointedly declined, so it was rather shocking when a servant came to inform him of the Lady Katara’s arrival.

The first thing he noticed was that she hadn't changed her hanfu, the copper fans marching up the blood orange fabric being the same one she had worn to the temple. The second was that she stood just inside the door, arms crossed, looking more hesitant then he’d ever seen her.

All that vanished when she saw him walk in though, shoulders going back and chin up.

He bit his lip against a genuine smile when she made no further move to interact.

“I’m glad you decided to come.” He came up beside her and offered his arm. With an eye roll she sidestepped it, going straight for the ground table and plopping herself in the pillow she had occupied once already. He took his own place.

Digging in the satchel at her side she unearthed a slip of paper and slide it across to him.

“What’s this?” he asked picking it up.

“Your uncle’s note.” There was a snide cadence to her words as she laced her fingers atop the burnished wood. “You demanded to see it yesterday.”

It was written neatly in his Uncle’s hand. Asking the Water Nation Candidate, Lady Katara, to take the recently open dining spot and apologies for any inconvenience that abrupt shift would cause.

“I’m sorry for insinuating I didn't believe you.” Disgusted with himself he flipped the page over so he wouldn’t have his faults staring him in the face any more then the woman across from him would supply. “I hope this second meal doesn’t interfere with your schedule.”

“Does it matter?” she snorted. When he made no reply, she glanced up to see his arrested look. Puffing out a sigh she hung her head as if asking for patients. Sitting up she met his eyes. “No, Fire Prince, you did not mess up my schedule.” Her lips pinched as she continued dryly, “if anything you were the better of the two options for my evening. Now, where are the scrolls you promised me?”

Oh, right. “I’ll get them after dinner.”

Her eyes were as sharp as her fanged smile. “I would like them now.”

Feeling like enough of a heel already, he stood and retrieved them. Sliding them across the table as the servants began ferrying in dishes then quietly departing.

Taking up the duty of host again, he poured both their tea. “I would also like to apologize for how my actions came across last night. I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“Do not flatter yourself,” she chuckled, the sound cold and dark as she took up her cup and sipped. “I have far worse things to fear than you.” Setting down the drink she turned her attention to the scrolls she’d just been given.

"Those are bending scrolls. What use are they to you? I thought there were no female benders in the water nation."

"It is true that the North does not train their women, but this is still apart of my history. It is a part that I would like to know more about."

“I would take it as a great honor if you would eat with me.”

“I already told you I do not like your spicy food.”

“The more I think back on it, the more I remembers that it was Arnook that claimed you liked it in the first place. Why would he do that?”

She shrugged eyes still on the scroll in her lap. “Because he could.”

"I see." And he did. It was strange how those three little words, said in just that way, could change Zuko's fundamental understanding of the woman that stat across from him. Changed her from the blue-eyed girl from the north to a person he could relate with. He, too, had spent his life up to a year ago under the rule of someone who believed he had the right to control him.

Carefully spooning out a couple chunks of chicken that was swimming in an almost glowing orange sauce into his napkin. He felt her eyes on him as he diligently blotted off the sauce til the remaining chicken was only slightly tinted. “The chicken is precooked,” he explained as he worked, “and added after the sauce has a chance to thicken, so most of the heat is on the outside. The spiciness does need some getting used to, especially if you are to be able to enjoy some of the delicacies of the nation. But there are many dishes that have reduced heat versions or even some with no spice at all. But there is something that can be done with the rest.” He then transferred the bits to her plate. “It won't be as hot, but it still might be a bit spicy for someone not used to it.” He set a shallow dish of something thick and white next to the plate. “If you dip it here it will cut the heat even further.” She just looked at him. “Go ahead,” he encouraged.

Hesitance clear in her movements, she set aside the scroll and picked up a chunk with her fingers and dunked it in the paste, drowning the small bite. Quickly as if to stop herself from reconsidering she screwed her eyes shut and popped it in her mouth, chewing quickly. Once … twice…

“Oh,” her eyes popped open and she just let the flavors sit on her tongue. The spice was just enough to hint at and added perfectly to the chicken. The white stuff was some kind of milk base, whipped thick and chilled. It was fantastic. She quickly ate another piece.

“Do you like it?” Zuko asked, amused simply by watching her enjoy.

She nodded, mouthing her last piece. She looked at her empty place with something painfully close to longing.

Smiling he picked up the bowl of saffron rice.

“I had a sister,” he shared as he scooped some the the rice onto her plate and picked up another dish to serve her. “She was thirteen months younger than me.”

Katara paused in shoveling food into her mouth to look at him as if he grew another head. “Yes, I know.”

“Her name was Azula,” he continued, serving himself as well.

“I know,” she said again. “Why are telling me this?”

“Just talking. Giving you information to get to know me in hopes of getting the same in return.”

She looked suspicious. “Why?”

He was at a loss as what to say to that. “It seems like the thing to do.”

Her head tilted to the side. “What if I do not want to get to know you?”

He barked out a surprised laugh. “Then why are you here?”

She raised a brow and picked up the scroll that was in her lap.

"Oh, right," Zuko snorted with a self deprecating smile. "I bribed you."

An awkwardness descended over the table. Katara fiddled with her fork staring at her plate. “Sokko. My brother. Older.”

“There,” Zuko said cutting into his komodo-rhino steak. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

Something in her tone triggered him and he asked softly, “why?”

“Because the fire nation killed him and I’m sitting here eating with its prince.” Each word was punctuated with a controlled stab of her fork as she speared more and more food on its tines. “Is that enough ‘getting to know you’, Fire Prince?” She shoved the full utensil in her mouth as if to keep herself from saying any more.

She wasn’t angry. There was anger in her voice, yes, but it was deeply banked, leaving only deep barely held together sadness in its place. Zuko set his on utensil down and sat back. Her pain made the air hard to breath. “I’m sor--”

“Don’t.” She cautioned very softly, scooping in another bite. “I do not wish to talk about this any more.”

“Alright,” Zuko said, licking dry lips.

They finished the rest of the meal in near total silence.

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The Seeds We Sow ch. 3

<<Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Summary: Roman and Logan sit and have a little discussion with one another. Fun Fact: I ended up pushing the scene that WIP ask said until the next chapter. Oh well.

Word count: 2812

Logan knew he had said the wrong thing when Roman continued his tour if that was even the correct word to describe it anymore. He pointed out the things Logan had asked about but answered no questions and sped through it, almost as if it were a chore for him. Keeping his lips tight, the visiting prince stayed silent for the remainder of the tour as to not upset the other further. Roman would occasionally shoot a quick glance over his shoulder and Logan wouldn't acknowledge it. It wasn't very polite, but the two seemed to be too stubborn to give into the other. Logan could almost hear his father complaining about his lack of effort and manners.

At the end of it, Roman summoned a servant to take Logan to his quarters and left him without a word. Luckily, this random servant had known which room his belongings had been moved to and happily lead the way, giving a small apology for their prince's stiff behavior. He shrugged it off, not too concerned about Roman at the moment. Logan was glad to have been left alone for the first time since his travels started. "A week," Logan muttered to himself. "I am here a week and then I go home."

The dinner that night was rather informal all things considered. Roman looked over at Logan as the king asked about the tour Roman had given.

"It went well. I was feeling rather tired from my travels and Roman was kind enough to speed through it a bit for me." He glanced over at the other prince who simply looked shocked before turning away. "Perhaps I may get a proper one at a later time?"

"I'm sure you two will have your fill after the meeting tomorrow, but I can have your servant show you around tomorrow if you'd like." King Asher raised his goblet and took a sip.

"My servant?" Logan asked. "I'm afraid I traveled a bit light, only my personal guard came with me."

"Yes, well, that can be easily rectified. I can ask for one to be assigned to you this week." He turned towards his son. "Roman, could your personal servant choose a suitable member of the staff to help out?"

"Oh, of course." Roman raised a hand and a man quickly ran over. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Yes, sir. One or two people come to mind, I will see to it that someone is at Prince Logan's chambers shortly after supper."

"Good. Thank you, Reginald." The man smirked and playfully rolled his eyes before stepping back to the side before quietly excusing himself. After he left, Roman smirked. "His name isn't actually Reginald, I just think it's better than Scott. Rather boring if you ask me." He waved off the comment and turned back to the table. "He's been my servant for years, he really doesn't mind it."

Logan smirked a bit and looked back down. "You certainly are an interesting one, Roman."

"And what do you mean by that?" Logan chose to ignore the other, turning his attention back to his food as he continued to eat. Roman watched for a moment before smirking at the other, noticing the look of amusement he father gave.

Sure enough, when Logan returned to his room a servant stood beside the door and greeted him appropriately. He bowed his head as he spoke. "Your majesty, it is an honor to serve you while you visit. Please do not hesitate to ask anything of me. It would be my pleasure."

Logan hummed in response as he stared the man down before smiling. "Of course. I'm fine for this evening, but do return in the morning."

--- Morning arrived slowly for Logan who spent most of his night tossing and turning in the unfamiliar bed until he grew too exhausted to stay awake. He was used to sleepless nights but usually due to work or a book he could not put down. Once the servant from the evening before entered with a tray of food for breakfast, he immediately asked to show where the library was once more. Perhaps a book would help him unwind enough for him to sleep peacefully tonight.

He was led back through the halls at a bit of a slower pace as he was given a bit more detailed tour Roman had glossed over the day before. Thinking about the upcoming meeting with the other prince almost brought a pounding ache to Logan's head just at the mere thought.

He was eventually brought to the library and left to browse on his own with the promise that he will be summoned once the meeting in the late morning was to begin. Logan had quickly, and perhaps a bit rudely, waved the servant off with his nose already in a book before he finished talking. He picked up and replaced a few books before settling on a few and taking a seat in the library. Logan was surprised at how quiet it was, even for a library. Despite it being early in the morning, his library usually had a few people bustling around to and fro. This one was well maintained and dust free which led him to believe it usually remained unused until later in the day. Logan heard scuffling about and ignored it for the most part as he tried to read as much as he could before he was whisked away. He had heard talking as it grew louder and suddenly a loud gasp was enough to draw his attention.

A man and a woman rounded a corner of one of the bookshelves and had been caught by surprise. The man stretched an arm out protectively, watching Logan curiously. By their attire, they probably worked at the castle and hadn't expected anyone inside the library so early.

"I'm terribly sorry if my presence startled you. As long as you do not disturb me, I will return the favor in kind." Logan returned to his book as he spoke, waving off the whole ordeal.

"O-of course, your majesty." The man mumbled, causing the woman to gasp. She probably hadn't been there upon his arrival and hadn't recognized him. "W-we will be on our way. Come, Morgan."

"One moment." The man had frozen and turned back, bowing his head. The woman looked at him and quickly jumped to match his movements. "I was curious as to when the one who takes care of the library usually arrives."

The man peeked up and nodded his head. "They don't arrive until late morning. Usually, the library remains empty until around then." He cleared his throat and Logan could make out the signs of a smirk the man tried hiding. "Prince Roman isn't very fond of early mornings, you see. Some parts of the castle operate at slightly later times to adjust."

Logan smiled and turned back towards the table. "Very well, thank you for your input. You may go." Footsteps quickly scurried away. Logan stole a quick glance as they turned around a bookshelf and out of view before turning back to his reading.

After a bit, Logan returned the books back on the shelves and stretched a bit, having been hunched over in a chair for a bit too long, not used to one not as comfortable as his own. He took a book with him and retraced his steps back to his room as he remembered the way in as much detail as possible earlier. Just as he reached his door, someone had walked up and informed him that the prince was ready and waiting for him.

The room was a fairly small one and a guard in the same attire Logan saw yesterday from the group that was sparring stood at the door. He nodded and stepped aside for him to enter. Logan assumed such attire meant that this particular knight was part of the royal guard. Entering, he spotted Roman at the table, leaned over and staring down at a few parchments spread across the table. The noise brought his attention up and he smiled at Logan as he entered. "There you are. Come, the sooner we start the sooner we can get this over with."

The door clicked closed and Logan smirked, making his way over to the table. "I am here a week, there is no need to try and get rid of me so quickly is there?"

"I suppose you are right." Roman turned and walked around the table before sitting in a chair. "Still, we have much to talk about and I have a feeling a week will not be quite enough."

Logan took the seat opposite from Roman and glanced at the notes Roman had come with. "It is not for us to get anything accomplished more than to get familiar with one another for those meetings in the future. Or to simply put it, we should try and get along since we will hopefully be allies for as long as possible."

Roman threw his head back and let out a quick laugh. "I suppose you are right. Well then, I hope the servant assigned to you hasn't caused any trouble then?" Roman turned and Logan finally noticed 'Reginald' standing to the side with a tray of food and drink next to him. "You gave him our best, Reg?"

"Well, our best is currently running around and training a new member of the staff so I gave him the second best. I do apologize for my utter failure, your majesty." Despite his words, his tone was bright and the smile on his face showed nothing but good will.

Roman sighed dramatically and slouched over. "Reggie, you're such a disappointment. Come, fill my glass so I may learn to forgive you."

Logan watched in amusement at the two joking along with one another, curious as to just how long Reginald had served at Roman's side. "You said they were training a new member of the staff," Logan spoke up, grabbing the attention of the others. "Do you have them do that often?"

"Well, he's a bit of a special case," Reginald spoke up, pouring a glass for Roman. "He's worked in pretty much every part of the castle and knows how to do pretty much anything. When we get new staff, they usually spend a day or so with him and the rest of the time with the head of whatever they will be doing."

"Really?" Reginald brought the glass over and placed it in front of Roman. "Has he been working here that long?"

"Since he was a child, my lord. I'm sure you've seen him around. He's a bit quiet though unless you manage to get him talking."

"I wonder though," Logan asked, thinking back to earlier that morning. "A bit longer, darker hair, roughly my height? A bit scrawny perhaps?"

"Never seen him." Roman reached for his glass and took a swig.

"That sounds like Virgil. I take it you have met him already?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, just this morning while I was in the library. He didn't expect to see me, it seems he's easily startled. The woman he had with him was the one he had been training then, I take it?"

He receives a nod as his answer. "Yes, though I do not remember her name. There's an old servant's entrance that way he likes to use since the library usually remains empty until about this time."

"There is?" Roman turned to his servant. "How are there all these things about my castle I don't know about?"

Reginald shrugged and smiled, stepping back to the side and almost out of sight. Logan sighed softly to himself and shifted in his chair. "Now that we have gotten that out of the way, we should probably continue with the reason we are actually here?"

"Right, right." Roman shifted through his papers before glancing up at Logan. "Are you sure you came prepared?"

Logan folded his hands in front of him with his usual stoic expression. "Anything I will need to know for this meeting I have memorized."

"Lucky you." Roman glared down at the parchment in front of him. "I've been preparing for this for days and I still feel useless without them."

"May I suggest something?" Roman looked up as Logan waved to the parchment spread out across the table. "Simply ask me questions and see how much you really need them. We are having a more informal discussion today anyway, there is no need to worry. Our kingdoms are at peace, the more relaxed we are the easier this will be."

Roman scrunched his nose up in thought before gathering the papers and pushing them to the side. "Fine. We both know the basics of each other's kingdoms anyway, I guess this is more about what we plan on changing when we take over, right?" Roman sat up tall and proud, completely different from the unsure Roman he had seen before. Certainly, Logan could see why the man in front of him was royalty, which caused him to smile at the change. "So there are a few ideas I have that my father is blind to."

"I do as well, however, I'm sure I know what you are going to ask without my say so."

Roman almost glared back at the other prince. He seemed to have had an entire speech planned on the tip of his tongue and Logan practically threw it away. "Oh, do you now? Can you read my thoughts?"

"No, nor am I clairvoyant, I simply know what you will eventually try to avoid before outright asking."

Roman's expression did not change for a moment as he watched Logan carefully. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up in a look of anger. "Are you saying you're smarter than me?"

"That is not what I said. However, if that is the way you interpreted it then there is nothing I can do to change that."

"Well, maybe saying that you aren't smarter than me?"

"That would simply make me a liar."

Roman stood, his chair scraping against the stone floor loudly. Reginald raced forward and grabbed it as it tipped over, placing it back on its legs. Roman slammed his hands down on the table and leaned forward. "Let me guess, you think you can run your kingdom better than I can run mine?"

"Certainly, seeing as mine already does." Roman's face grew redder with his rage as Logan watched him bite his tongue. "We simply have advanced in ways you choose to ignore."

Roman seemed to understand what Logan was referring to. "Magic is a poison on this world, Logan. It isn't some fix all thing that you think it is!"

"Of course not, but it is flexible and can do a lot. Choosing to ignore a powerful tool given to you is--"

"IT IS NOT A TOOL!" Roman slammed his hands back down on the table. "It is a weapon and that's all it ever will be!"

Logan stood up and made sure his chair did not fall over in the process. "It is a weapon because that's all you will allow it to be. If you just gave them the chance-"

"We DID, mister know it all! All that accomplished was my mother dying for nothing!"

Logan leaned back from the table, his anger simmering a bit. "Is that how you see it, Prince Roman? Your life that she gave everything to create is meaningless?" Roman finally pushed back a bit off the table, still angry but not willing to speak. "Magic helped create your life. Yes, it was a tragedy what had happened, but a weapon cannot do that. A weapon can only destroy."

"So one time, something remotely good happened," Roman grumbled to himself.

"It saved my life as well." Roman looked shocked at the news as his eyes met Logan's. "I had asked if you heard about my recovery as a child. Did your father never tell you that a mage's son snuck into the castle and cured me? The same boy who had lost his father to the rules mine had created had risked everything for me. He chose not to hate when hate was the easiest option to choose." He watched Roman silently as the awkwardness in the air became almost unbearable. "Hatred is always the easiest option." He whispered, almost begging Roman to listen.

Roman watched silently a bit longer before turning and retreating out of the room. "This discussion is over." Chapter 4>>

#sanders sides #sander sides au #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sander sides #seeds we sow fic #Magic au #royalty au #sws fic #seeds we sow

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lokistories123 · 7 years ago

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The fieldtrip (chapter 3): Secrets revealed

Please tell me what you guys think! Is this the way to go with this story. I don’t want to end up with 3 stories all having the same ending if you know what I mean.

“What do you mean you went to MY house and MY room? And what do you mean you found something?” How on earth could Loki go to earth from the time he hit his head till I saw him in the healing hall the next morning?! The thing I was most worried about, is what he “found”.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I just found your…. Collection.” Oh fuck. He saw my Tom Hiddleston/ Loki collection. Pretty much posters, funko’s and a 1:1 helmet.

“What do you mean?”

“I am not stupid. I know there are movies about me. It’s not ME, but I know they exist. I know who portrays me looks just like me. And YOU are one of the many woman obsessed with it and him.” I didn’t know what to say. I got tears in my eyes and just ran away. It may not be the best idea I have, but I didn’t see any other option.

Of course, Loki ran right behind me. I ran the same way back as that we arrived. I got lost in the hallways, but I ended up in front of Loki’s door. This was the place I didn’t want to be. I felt so stupid. Perhaps I should’ve told Thor and/or Loki what was going on in the first place. Just when I turned around Loki was standing there, he threw himself at me, his door opened, and I fell on the ground. Loki quickly closed the door behind me and I was now IN his room.

“What the hell!”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, I just want to know why.”

“WHY WHAT?!” I was pretty angry at him. Not necessarily for breaking into my room or bringing it the way he did. What I didn’t accept was that he pushed me into his room ON THE GROUND.

“Why me?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Why like me in all these movies? It’s not like I’m the nicest guy in those.”

“Okay first of all, THAT person in THOSE movies isn’t ACTUALLY you, now is he?!”

“No….”

“Then why are you asking me these question. I can answer the question why I like character most, because we have a lot of things in common. I don't know YOU. And when I knew I was coming here I didn't even know if there was indeed a Loki, or a Thor for that matter of fact. And I promised and told myself that if you were real, you’d be a whole new and different person whom I need to get to know, and that you have nothing to do with those movies! There I fucking said it!”

Loki was blasted with my words and didn't know what to say.

“So, everything I did today and yesterday were not because you look like a fucking character out of a movie! If you were goddamn bob from Scotland I would’ve done the same thing!”

“Why are you yelling?” Loki was seriously puzzled.

“BECAUSE YOU THREW ME ON THE FUCKING FLOOR THAT’S WHY!”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted to aggressively. It’s just that you’re very nice, and no one has been that to me in a long while . Which made me wonder why and I immediately went out to investigate, and then I saw all these papers and statue things and I thought you didn’t like me for me, but for HIM.”

“You know for a god you’re really stupid. I don’t like you for HIM or anything that has to do with that, I kind of like you as you. And I do see a lot of myself in you now too, if I hear what you’re saying.” He did tell me his reason behind it. I could tell he was insecure and probably had dealings like this in the past.

Loki didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with a dazzled face. I started getting a headache and I started seeing little black spots in front of my eyes.

“I think I hit my head pretty hard when you threw me in here.”

“Y/N, you’re as white as a ghost, are you okay?”

The last thing I saw was Loki trying to walk towards me, his lips in a state of yelling.

And then everything went black.

I woke up and I didn’t know whether I was still on my second day of my fieldtrip or if I was at day 30. When I looked around I could tell I was still in Loki’s room. When my eyes got adjusted I could see Loki sitting on the bed.

“Well good morning.” Loki smirked while saying the words.

“What day is it? No wait, is it still day 2 from the trip?”

“Well, Y/N, it’s day 3 now and you just missed lunch. But I need to apologize first. I shouldn’t have leeched out to you like that yesterday and I definitely shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“Okay, thank god. Apology accepted, and I should apologize too. I should’ve told you earlier, but I didn’t see a proper timing since it was only day 2 and we’ve only spoken once you know.” We laughed.

“But Loki, why didn’t you bring me to the “healers hall” ?”

“Your people were still roaming around there, and If I would bring an unconscious Y/N to them, they would most likely go home and bring a bad name to Asgard.”

“And then he and my other son wouldn’t be able to see you any longer.” A woman walked into the room with a tabled of food. I could tell she was the woman that welcomed me and the others to Asgard, which meant SHE was the queen, and Loki’s mother.

“Mother!” Loki growled and turned red.

“No need for your anger Loki. My dear Y/N, since Loki won’t tell, I shall. I was searching for Loki since he did not show up for dinner, and he usually cancels if he’s unavailable. When I entered the room, you have just fainted, and Loki was stressed and told me the whole story. I knew that bringing you back to the healers and your people, would only cause more trouble so we kept you here until you would wake up.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“Please call me Frigga.”

“Frigga.” I smiled at her.

“I shall be gone again; my husband wants be to be at his side for something important.” Frigga smiled and left again. And I sat up facing Loki.

“I guess I should go back.”

“Yeah. Just so you know, we told your people that you got shown around by Frigga and that it became too late to return to your chambers, so you stayed in Frigga’s servant’s quarters.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I returned to my own room and I met the group in the hallway before my room.

“Hey Y/N! Everything okay? We heard you got a tour from the queen herself.” Steve was excited and worried at the same time.

“Hey Steve, yeah I did, but it was too late, so I stayed with the servants until now. But I didn’t get much sleep, so I’ll be taking a little nap before I join the rest of you for dinner.” I smiled and entered my room. I wasn’t sure how I felt just yet. Loki was angry, but also insecure. I understood the reason why he acted so impulsive, but it still made me think.

I fell asleep on my bed.

When I wanted to turn around to the other side a few hours later, I felt my head ending up on a hard chest instead of a soft pillow. I slowly woke up but quickly jumped out of bed.

“How are you feeling?” It was Loki. He wasn’t being sarcastic or cocky, he was genuinely interested.

“I’m okay, the headache and everything is gone. How did you get in here? O no never mind. But watch out when you want to run away this time, the door is still locked.” I giggled.

“HA. HA. Very funny Y/N.” Loki rolled his eyes, but I knew he was enjoying himself from inside.

“How about we continue our conversation from last night over dinner?” Loki looked up at the table. The normal regular table was now packed with food and drinks. He was obviously still trying to make up for yesterday.

“SHIT, did I mis dinner?!”

“Yes you did, it’s around 10PM I guess. But you need to eat.”

We both seated ourselves at the table and started eating.

“You haven’t eaten yet either?”

“No, I was waiting for you to wake up. Frigga told me to keep an eye on you since you hit your head.” “So you watched me sleeping? That isn’t creepy at all…” I thought it was very kind, but I wasn’t going to tell him.

“Yep, and not sorry about it for the record. It’s my duty to make sure all guests will go home the way they arrived.”

“So insecure, depressed and lonely hmmm? I guess you failed one of your guests.” I was being sarcastic but also truthful at the same time. I did feel a lot more secure these 3 days I’ve been here. Still depressed and a bit lonely but who am I to judge. Who knows what I’ll be at day 30.

“They can leave as better people, but they can’t leave worse.” AHAH! I knew enough.

“So, what’s your involvement in all this anyway?”

“My father wants to reveal himself to Midgard and me and my brother are part of that reveal. He rather throws his dashing sons at the Midgardians than himself, since we would be more accepted than he would. Also, the reason why we’re present so much. But I must say I was a bit jealous when Thor came on your first day and telling me he has become friends with a Midgardian. When he described you, and I saw you at the library introduction, I knew YOU were Thor’s “friend”. But I also noticed you had a few things in common with me.”

“Just from seeing me?”

“Yep, I am over a thousand years old, I know similarities when I see them.”

At least Loki was being honest on what he found of me from day 1.

“So after I started eyeing you, and you eyeing me back, I knew there was a little connection. Since I always check up anyone before I actually talk to them I already checked out your room on Midgard on day one you were here. So the whole thing with you here crying. I already knew who you were, but I also noticed that you didn’t see me as HIM.”

It all made sense now. I didn’t agree with some of his choices, but I knew he thought they were genuine.

“Well thanks. I guess… I don’t really know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, just think about it and eat.”

After we both finished eating all the plates disappeared in a green hue. I was still feeling a bit shy around Loki, but I wasn’t afraid of him or anything. I did see some comparisons when it came to traits.

Loki said his goodbyes and he left the room in also a green hue.

I quickly went to bed afterwards. I was still tired from that headache I had this afternoon when I woke up in Loki’s room.

DAY 4.

I woke up early, naturally. I did get enough sleep yesterday. My headache was completely gone, like nothing ever happened. I got dressed in a dress for a change. It was a short blue dress with pink stones on it. I put on a pair of sandals that I brought, and I just walked to the eating halls. It was so quiet everywhere. I only saw a few servants or soldiers walking around. I lost the way, so I asked the first soldier that I run into where the eating halls were. He was very kind and escorted me to the place I needed to be.

“Thank you very much.”

“No problem milady.” He smiled and then walked away again.

There were very few people already eating, and I noticed it was only 5:30 AM.

I wasn’t yet awake enough to start digging in to the food yet, so I just took something to drink.

I grabbed my phone and airpods and put on some slow music to wake up to. I would usually do this before I would come here, but it seemed that no-one gave a single fuck about it.

When it was 6:30 AM the first groups of people started to arrive. I just kept on playing my music and I waited for my classmates to arrive. I could see Thor in the distance seating himself with some other “muscular people”. If you know what I mean. Both the king and queen arrived shortly after that.

“Good morning Y/N. Did you sleep well?” It was Loki. He seated himself next to me.

“Hey, I was completely awake around 5AM, so that means I had my fair share of sleep that I needed.”

“What are those things in your ears?” So Loki knew of movies and actors and all of that, but you’re telling me he doesn’t know what a phone and some airpods are?

“THIS is a phone, you can call people with it or send messages to them. These things are called airpods. With these things in your ears you can listen to music. Here put them in your ears.” I handed him the pods and he put them in his ears. I put on Ed Sheeran (the A team) since that is my favorite artist. Loki was a bit mesmerized, but he tried not to show it.

“How amazing. And you listen to this all day?”

“Not just this artist or song, there are millions of songs right here on this thing.” I waved with my phone.

“I need to get one of those.”

“Well, they’re pretty expensive, but good luck.” I put my phone and airpods back into my tiny purse.

“I want to show you something in the library if that’s alright?” “I can’t. I believe we’re going into the city today, if I skip that, I might risk being send home.”

“We won’t get caught. I’ll figure something out. Just meet me in the library around 11AM.”

“OK.”

After 30 minutes my classmates started to show up. They were still a bit cautious on how to act around me (and Loki). Steve was keeping a distance. I didn’t know why exactly, but he did wink at me, so I knew it was on purpose.

After everyone was done with breakfast Miss Avery told us to pack our bags since we were going into the city until late at night. I on the other hand was not going with them into the city, I would sneak out of the group and I would go to the library. But when I joined the group Miss Avery looked a bit puzzled.

“And why are you here Miss Y/L/N? You should be in bed.” Obviously, someone had said something to keep me from going.

“Yes, but I just wanted to wish you all fun and I hope I can still go to the city 2 weeks later?”

“Thanks Y/N.” Steve said, and he knew I wasn’t ill or anything.

After all the groups left, I went to the library. Thank god I remembered how to go there.

When I entered, I was still mesmerized by all the books and architecture that was going on in this room.

“Hey, there we have our ill student.” Loki chuckled.

“Yes, what did you tell them I had?”

“I told them you had thrown up everything that you had eaten yesterday and today. Let’s just say they weren’t in the mood to bring along someone that has to puke every 10 minutes.”

“Wow. Okay… So, what did you want to show me?” “History of Asgard and all the other realms involved. Since I am a frostgiant and a god I wanted to give you these books: the history of Asgard and the history of Jotunheim.”

“I didn’t know you were a frostgiant.”

“Well, it’s out now. But don’t tell anyone, only a few people know!”

“Okay, and thank you for the books. They are in English I assume?”

“Yes, the original versions written in runes remain here, but I translated them for you.”

“You did?”

“Yes, just by using some magic. It’s nothing much.”

“Still, thank you for taking the time and effort to translate.”

“Your welcome.”

I threw myself in one of these big chairs and started reading.

“There nothing in here about you and Jotunheim.”

“No, that’s the only little lie in here. Since everyone is allowed to read the books, we couldn’t just put the big secret in here. We just went with the fact that Frigga had me as well. Although there isn’t much resemblance between me and Thor.”

Loki smiled at me. We both sat in the same chair, that’s how big it was. After a while I could tell Loki was getting a bit closer. Up till one point he got even closer and kissed me.

#The fieldtrip #chapter 3 #Loki #loki x reader #loki x you #my fic #student

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kitsumiekat · 7 years ago

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For Kingdom, For Her - Liam x OC , Maxwell x MC (TRR Fanfic) (4/?)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Kina (OC), Maxwell x Riley

Rating: PG (NSFW for certain chapters?)

Summary: In the aftermath of the attack, the Unity Tour starts of at Fydelia. But Madeleine still nurses a deep grudge not only to the royal family, but to the new Duchess Riley, and point blank refuses to step in to help. Help comes in a different form… and one that absolutely distracts Liam in ways he never expected.

A/N:

Tags: @decisso

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The win was plastered all over the news, and as the afternoon sun began to dip, everyone began to file back to their respective estates. Liam himself took a long, much needed shower before heading back out, grinning when he almost ran into Maxwell. “You’re in a rush. What’s the hurry?”

“Sir Toffee disappeared, and Hana and I have a bet on who can find him first.” he explained, his competitive streak showing.

Liam laughed, not at all surprised at the two’s antics. “Did you see Kina anywhere?”

“I think I saw her in the library?”

Before Liam could ask further, Maxwell had ran off screaming that he spotted the tuff of a tail, leaving Liam chuckling to himself as he wandered towards where Penelope had pointed out her family library the day before. It was no surprise to him at this point when he realized he was keen to find the blonde, petite girl. Her banter amused him, awoken a part of him that years of training to be a royal and a King had tampered down. The way she did things inspired him to step up even more in his game, to embrace his duty yet still find the time to let loose.

Liam Rys was a man who was falling fast, that much he was willing to admit.

Pushing the door open, he glanced inside, his eyes searching and then finally fell upon a figure curled up in the couches the Portavira duchy had placed strategically around the library.

“Lady Kina? You did well today. Riley was splendid.”

He smiled when she looked up, and then frowned when she suddenly scrambled up in a hurry. His brows creased when she slammed her book shut, and backed a few steps away from him, keeping her head respectfully bent as if they had never shared all of the conversations, as if he had never been privy to the beautiful smile she wore when she was content, happy.

“Kina? What’s the matter?” Liam asked, taking a step closer.

“Thank you for the compliment, Li- Your Highness. I- she started, and then paused. Hesitation warred on her face, that much was obvious to the King. “I apologize, Your Highness. I overstep my boundaries.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. His breathe was suddenly shallow, a fear gripping him. What had happened when he was on the field? Why was she so formal, so proper now?

“My sister was your fiancee, and the Queen Mother has reminded me of that fact. I assume too much by speaking to you as I would a casual acquaintance. I should have considered my position.” Kina replied, her tone stable but indignant.

In an instant, Liam felt the ire at the meddling habits of his stepmother. Regina always looks for the interests of her husband and of Cordonia, yet sometimes Liam couldn’t help but think that she is too set in her ways. As it was, she still did not approve of his deciision to grant Riley her own duchy.

“Pay no heed to her words, Kina. She is simply-”

“But she is right. I have not had the upbringing my sister had. Madeleine was groomed to be a Queen since birth. I... was not.”

“So?” Liam snapped, irritation making his tone sharp. Almost immediately, he regretted it, but did not miss the shuttered way in which Kina closed up immediately.

“I am here as Riley’s press secretary, and I will ensure the successful conclusion of the Unity Tour, and the marriage of Duchess Riley and Lord Maxwell. I assure you it will end well, Your Highness.”

With irritation welling up in his throat, Liam did not trust himself to speak, and could only watch as Kina backed away and walked out of the library. His hands clenched by his sides, facial features hardening in a simmering anger. As it was, his father and Regina’s fiddling the first time resulted in Riley’s departure and subsequent haste to clear her name. While it ended well when Riley found her love with Maxwell, that didn’t mean Liam was going to stand for it a second time. Not when this involved someone he was actually taking his time to get to know, and just beginning to realize that he was actually falling.

But tomorrow.

At his current state of irritation, he would only cause more trouble if he went to talk to anyone for now.

Gritting his teeth, he spun on his heels, and walked out of the library, heading for his room when he almost collided into Riley and Drake.

“Whoah, who stepped on your tail?” Drake asked, when they recovered from the surprise and he noticed the irritated look on Liam’s face. Trust his best friend to not miss a single beat.

“Just... people.” he growled.

Riley blinked in surprise. In her months in Cordonia, she’s never seen Liam lose her cool before. He had always portrayed the image of the calm, collected and level-headed crown prince and King. Drake on the other hand, knew that not many could irk his best friend.

“Riley, you good?” he asked. The American girl nodded, and Drake grinned, motioning for her to return to her room, before turning to Liam. “I got some good whiskey in my room. Come have a drink.”

Liam remained stoically silent, and Drake rolled his eyes. His best friend could be very stubborn about his feelings sometimes.

“Come on.” he cajoled, nudging Liam’s shoulder. “Who else could offer you an ear?”

Despite himself, Liam let out a chuckle. Drake always knew his strings to pull, and in all honesty, the King would trust no one else more then he trusted Drake. Giving in, he trudged off towards Drake’s room.

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The next morning, Kina groaned when her alarm blared. The royal train was scheduled to leave Portavira within the next two hours, and she had to get ready so she could help Riley get ready for their next location, yet fatigue weighed her body down, sleep tugging at her eyes.

It took forever for her to fall asleep the night before, her mind racing with all the could-have-beens and what-ifs.

Kina was no idiot. She saw Liam’s frustrated look yesterday, but what Regina said was right. She would merely be a burden to Liam if they explored this sizzling attraction they had with each other. Plus the fact that she wasn’t even sure if he was entirely over Riley at this point. Kina liked to believe that Liam wasn’t the kind to randomly use a girl as a rebound, but that didn’t change the fact that there were too many red flags for her to even go further. He was the King for god’s sake, who was she to even hope?

Groggily, she got up and slipped into her blank pantsuit, tying her hair up in a no nonsense bun at the top of her head and grabbing the next dossier she had prepared. With her bag packed, she stepped out, only to be greeted by a huddle of people in the courtyard gathered around Maxwell’s phone.

“Morning everyone! Are we watching the highlights of yesterday’s polo match, or did Maxwell find another cute dog video?” Riley’s bright voice came from behind her, and Kina turned to see the duchess heading in their direction.

Joining Riley, a sense of dread filled Kina when the shock and anger on everyone’s faces became clear. “Is everyone okay?” Kina asked shakily.

“No.” Hana responded, her tone grave.

“What happened?” Riley asked.

“Those bastards...” Drake growled out.

Instinctively, Kina’s eyes sought out Liam’s, and there she could see the anger in his eyes. Whatever happened the day before now took a seat to the back with his next words. “The attackers have sent out another video.”

Maxwell held out his phone, and when he pressed ‘play’, your jaw dropped as the scene unfolded in front of your eyes, the barren and burnt state of the orchard in Applewood, the pride and joy of Cordonia.

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“Who did this, Bastien? Who burnt down the Applewood Orchard?”

Kina had been making her way to her own private car, when Liam’s aggravated voice made her freeze in her tracks. Unable to resist, she peeked in to the adjoining dining car, just in time to see the King’s brows knitted in anger and frustration, listening together with the rest of the entourage to Bastien’s response.

“My King, we are doing everything we can. Right now, we’re pursuing leads in both the Liberation Core and the Sons of Earth. Duchess Olivia has been very cooperative with questioning, but we have yet to locate her aunt. I will let you know as soon as we have any new information.”

With a curt bow, the bodyguard bowed, and strode towards the exit, revealing her presence as he slide the door open. Kina froze, but Riley and Hana beckoned her over, as they surrounded Liam.

“I can’t believe someone would want to burn down the orchard...” Hana murmured in a forlorn tone.

“It’s a low blow.” Drake jumped in with a fierce scowl. “Attacking the orchard when the real target is the monarchy...”

“Their assassination attempt was foiled, so they now resort to terrorising the citizens.” Liam muttered, anger obvious in his voice.

“The people living in Applewood must be terrified.” Maxwell chimed in, his fingers laced with Riley’s. “How are we going to get through this?”

Silence settled over the group, obvious worry and despair like a cloud over everyone, when Kina finally snapped and spoke up. “Don’t give in to them.”

“Give in?” Riley echoed, confusion lacing her words.

“Being like this,” Kina waved her arms around the despondent group. “This is exactly where they want us. If we lose hope, who would continue protecting Cordonia and it’s citizens? You’ve tracked down missing people, win over the toughest of characters, reunite families... all of you are exactly what Cordonia needs. Show that to the people, assuage their fears, and the terrorists will have lost.”

“Well... when you put it that way.” Maxwell murmured, a slow smile coming back to his lips.

But it wasn’t Maxwell, nor anyone else she looked at as she finished her little speech. As luck would have it, her eyes fell on Liam, and the way his gaze glowed at her, Kina would have fumbled with her binder had she been holding one, especially when he smiled at her as if she was the most special thing he’s seen in a long time.

“Kina-” he started, but Kina didn’t want to deal with this now. Not when she still had the Queen Mother’s words swirling in her mind, and a million things to do now with the recent attack.

“I’ll leave now, to put in some calls to media outlets. I’ll have to make sure every single news outlet in Cordonia will be at Applewood upon our arrival. Riley, I’ll see you in the boutique carriage.”

Hurriedly, before anyone could ask, Kina backed away, leaving the group with perplexed faces. Drake couldn’t help but nudge Liam, flashing his best friend a pointed look.

“What?” Liam hissed.

Drake rolled his eyes, and then motioned at the retreating figure of Kina.

Liam turned to look, and then sighed. He knew he had to do it, he just wasn’t keen on it.

“Dude.” Drake hissed.

“I’m working on it.” he finally muttered under his breathe, out of earshot of everyone else. Liam Rys wasn’t keen, but he was a man of his word, at least.

---

“What’s the deal?” Drake had asked, pouring out a measure of whiskey into the snifter that he passed to Liam, before making another for himself. He took a seat on his bed, facing Liam ensconced in a cushy armchair, awaiting his best friend’s answer. “And don’t you dare tell me nothing, either. I’ve noticed how often you and Lady Kina disappear together.”

Immediately, Liam flashed him a panicked look. Had anyone else noticed? Was he that transparent? Did someone see them on the boat?

Noticing his look, Drake laughed. “Don’t worry buddy, no one else knows, I think. I’m just sharp that way. The rest of the nobles around here are too caught in their own roses to notice anything else.”

Hearing his words, Liam breathed a sigh of relief, but made a mental note to be extra careful as he took a swig of the whiskey, grimacing as the hard liquor burned on it’s way down.

“It’s... she’s- I don’t know, Drake. Kina’s... different.”

“Different how?” Drake asked, probing for more.

Liam averted his gaze from his best friend, the rock getting heavier on his chest. “I... oh, I don’t know. Bright? Just... different. She may have been brought up as part of a noble family, but she seems far from it. Definitely not like her sister.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Drake muttered with a snigger.

Liam glared, and he immediately held his palms upwards in a defensive manner. “Alright, relax. So what do you plan to do about it? She’s twitchy around you. Good chance she probably feels the same way.”

Again, the King sighed, taking one last swig of the last dredges of his whisky. His silence was answer enough for Drake, because Liam knew that was a good question. What was he going to do about this infatuation of his?

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��... And then you end the conference on a hopeful note. I have a baby tree ready for you to be planted. Got that?” Kina ended, checking off the last thing on her list as the train drew nearer to Applewood. Smiling as Riley nodded, she looked over her shoulder, just in time to see Hana and Maxwell emerge from the boutique. “Got the right dress for our duchess?”

“Of course! Never doubt my superior wardrobe hunting skills!” Maxwell exclaimed exitedly.

Riley laughed, while Hana rolled her eyes and handed the duchess a set of blue shirt and maroon pantsuit, completing the look with a pair of sunglasses and a beautiful tiered gold necklace. “Professional, photograph-friendly and great for planting trees!”

Riley grinned, accepting it and entering the dressing room, eventually appearing again to great applause and cheer. “Let’s go kick some names and take some ass!”

“Er... I think you meant that the other way around, Maxwell.” Hana muttered, wile Riley laughed, watching the two exit the boutique carriage as the train rolled to a stop beneath them.

Kina was about to follow suit, when a hand on her shoulder stilled her steps, and she turned a set of questioning eyes on Riley.

“What was that?” the duchess asked in a kind tone.

Kina gulped, unwilling to venture to thattopic just yet. Instead, she played dumb. “What was what?”

“That. Back with Liam.” Riley didn’t bother beating around the bush. “You’re worried for him aren’t you?”

“He-he’s our ruler!” Kina stammered, putting on what she hoped was an incredulous face. “Of course I’ll be worried!”

“Not the way you are.” Riley squeezed Kina’s shoulder. “Liam’s a great man. Don’t... Don’t break his heart, will you?”

In that instant, Kina could see why the King had been so enamoured with the New York-born duchess of Valtoria. Her generous soul and kind heart was no fiction, and Kina could see the genuine concern she had for her. Yet this was no time for concern, and Kina simply did not want to deal with the aftermath of what will happen should she and Liam decide to explore what they had further.

“I don’t think I am capable of that, Duchess Riley.” Kina deflected, smiling cordially. Stepping aside, she gestured at the door to where the train’s door was open, leading to Applewood Manor. Even from the door, they could smell the acrid smell of lingering smoke.

“Shall we?”

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Rewriting Their Stars Once Again - The Greatest Showman Fanfiction

Chapter 9: The Unexpected

Originally Posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365846/chapters/58354609

Summary:

An unexpected visitor comes to the circus and Anne leaves the house, even though she is on bedrest. What now?

Notes:

Hey people. I know what you’re thinking, this girl is going to apologize for not posting and say she’ll do better. But guess what people?

THIS FIC HAS BEEN PRE-WRITTEN!!!After this chapter, there are 4 more that I will be posting once a week until they are all posted. This way I can be sure everything is perfect and all of you guys have a guarantee.Thanks to everyone who stayed even though I began writing this over two years ago. The end is near, and I am proud I made it.

Nine months.

Anne cannot believe she made it to the nine-month mark.

Over and over again, the doctor told her how dangerous this pregnancy would be.

But she made it anyways.

Phillip has complete faith in her, as always. He reassures her that she will deliver their children safe and sound, and that everything will turn out okay.

Anne did not have the same faith.

She was so miserable, large, and hormonal. Her body was preparing for labor and in the process ruining her days

Anne was supposed to be on bed rest 24/7 now. Phillip did everything he could to keep her busy, renting her new library books daily, giving her paper to write and draw on, and retelling his day down to every tiny detail.

Also, someone from the circus came to check in on her every couple hours if Phillip could not. Even Daniel came to her rescue a couple times.

But there was only so much books and people could do for her. When she was alone, the depressing thoughts invaded her mind and the pain in her body ached more.

Anne shared everything with Phillip, she has spent countless nights crying into his chest. He tried to soothe her pain, foot and back massages, warm baths, natural remedies the doctor recommended. But he could never experience, let alone imagine, what she was going through.

Her doctor reassured her that this was all normal, but Anne felt like no one had any understanding of what is happening in her body. No one really did, except Charity.

Charity has experienced pregnancy twice. While it was not to the same extent, she still shared this pain once. And that was enough for Anne.

Anne would sob into Charity’s shoulders when she felt hopeless. When Anne felt okay, she would tell the other mother baby names she loved but would never use. Sometimes they even laughed about dreams Anne had for her future children.

But the truth always creeped up on these happy moments.

Phillip could not believe it.

They reached the nine-month mark.

Well, Anne did all the hard work.

While Phillip was so excited for what is to come, life was so hard. He kept on a brave face for Anne and everyone worried about her.

But today was one of the harder days. Phillip knew Anne was suffering, and there was little he could do. She has been cooped up in the house for over a month. He missed her all the time, even when he was dancing in the ring.

Now he sits in his office with Daniel. They have been trying to come with ways to make the money needed to stay open until summer.

Daniel has been sneaking to the circus to help Phillip. They had decided that Daniel would break the news to their parents that another son had joined the circus until after the birth. This family did not need the extra drama right now.

Daniel is pacing the small tent office. Phillip could tell he had something to say, but he was forming the argument in his mind. In the meantime, Phillip’s head was laying on the desk, deep in thought about his Anne.

Finally, Daniel blurts, “Look I need to tell you something. It may make or break the circus.”

Phillip raises his head in confusion. The pair have been brainstorming for weeks about what to do, only thinking of short-term solutions.

“What is it, Daniel?” Phillip responds.

“Yesterday, when you went home early to be with Anne, I was walking around the main tent, pacing and thinking. When I was about to pick up my coat to go home, a man walked in. He looked about 60, nice suit, and with warm brown eyes.

I told him the circus was closed and that he should come back tomorrow when he asked, ‘Are you Phillip Carlyle?’

“I was curious what he had to say. I answered, that depends, who are you?

“This man gave me the biggest, goofiest smile and introduced himself to me,

‘I am Frank Potter, owner of textiles factories all over the country. I am not one to brag but I thought you should know since I have a proposition for you.’”

Phillip perked up at this. He knew the name; his father hated the man and often spoke of him in distaste. His father thought he was too soft to be a successful businessman. Phillip later learned that he was wealthier than his father and the jealously of that fact ran through his veins.

“What did you say?” Phillip asked.

Daniel continued “I said that while I am not Phillip Carlyle, I am his brother, Daniel Carlyle, and that we were in business together. I invited him to sit on one of the benches and inquired about his proposition. Mr. Potter continued,

‘My granddaughter, Emily, loves your circus you see and whenever she and her mother visit me, I take her here. Her favorite act is the acrobat siblings, she even met the woman last year. Anne was her name, the only reason I know this is because my granddaughter talked about her nonstop for the rest of her trip. We came in March and she noticed that the woman acrobat had been replaced. When we were leaving, I spotted Anne with the ringmaster, with child! Emily wanted to say hello, but the pair looked distressed, so I told her next time.’”

Daniel paused for a moment, but Phillip could tell his brother’s excitement building. He was not really sure what Daniel was telling him.

Daniel started up again, “After this story about his granddaughter, he assured me that there was a point to his long-windedness.

‘Now Mr. Carlyle, while my granddaughter noticed the absence of your acrobat, I noticed the absence of the crowd. I also looked into the ringmaster’s eyes. I recognized the emotion in them immediately: exhaustion. He hid it well, but I am both a father and a businessman, so I saw right through the jolly songs and dances.

‘Unfortunately, at the time, I was dealing with a lot myself. My daughter Margaret, Emily’s mother, had fallen ill. Her husband and Emily’s father had run away from them two years prior because of his gambling debt. I have been supporting them in New Hampshire ever since, as we did not want to uproot Emily’s life after such a big change. But when the doctor told Margaret that she may not live through this, I rushed to New Hampshire.

‘I tried my hardest to keep her alive, but I failed her. She passed away a month later, making me promise her that I would take care of Emily.’”

At this point, Phillip was beyond confused on why this random man had told his life story to his brother. Daniel could see the confusion written on his face and assured him this story had a point. Phillip gestured for Daniel to continue.

“After giving my condolences about his daughter, Frank explains, ‘It was very hard, but I had to stay strong for Emily. My wife passed away before Emily was born, so I knew grief. I was preparing to move Emily to New York to live with me, but she refused to leave. For a week straight I tried to coax her into telling me why she did not want to leave. I was at my wit’s end when I was about to go into her room to talk, when I saw her with Rosie, the maid’s daughter.

‘Emily was crying into Rosie’s shoulder, and to my surprise, Rosie was holding her like a friend. It finally hit me why Emily wished to stay, she did not want to leave her best friend.

‘I figured she hid the friendship from me due to her mother wishes. The world is cruel to people like Rosie and her mother, Annie. Her mother wanted to keep them all safe.

‘It turns out that Annie’s husband had left her too, before Rosie was born. The pair bonded on that, and Margaret hired her as a in house maid and nanny. Margaret and Emily grew close to Annie and Rosie over the next few years and had become a little family.

‘I told Annie that I would love if she worked for me and Emily in New York. Annie deciding to take me up on my offer is what started my brand-new life. I do not know if you have children Mr. Carlyle, but hearing those girls laugh and run around my home has given me more joy than I thought an old man could have.

‘This all made me think back to your circus sir, especially with the similarity of names between our people. I started to inquire about the business and heard the circus was on hard times, no matter how hard Mr. Phillip Carlyle tried to hide it.’”

Phillip frowned at the point in the story.

Daniel ignored this frown and continued, “That is when, finally, he told me about his proposition.

‘Because of what this circus means to my family I want to help. While I hate to brag, I have more money than I know what to do with. I wish to sponsor the circus and help put the circus back in order. After that, if I see the circus continue to prosper for the years to come, I want to fund a tour across the country. People need the joy that this circus produces, and I intend on bringing it to them.’”

Phillip perked up on the mention of a sponsor. He never thought he could convince someone to back him and this craziness.

This is when Phillip asked, “What does this mean?”

He was not sure why he asked this instead of Daniel’s response. Maybe because that did not matter.

Phillip felt something build inside his chest: hope.

Anne could not figure out what was happening.

She was alone in the apartment. She had finished the latest book Phillip had brought her and was staring at the ceiling. For what felt like the hundredth time today, tears started to well in her eyes.

That is when she felt something in her lower back. It was not a kick from one of her babies, she knows that feeling very well.

Anne started to panic. And this is where, if Anne tells this story, she lost it. (Phillip would reassure people later that she had not “lost it”, but instead an instinct.)

Anne knew one thing and one thing only, she needed Phillip now.

She dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Well, as quick as someone has pregnant as her could.

Phillip had talked to every doorman at their apartment to make sure Anne does not leave. She may or may not have tried to make an escape a of couple times.

But miraculously, the man at the door was new. Phillip was so preoccupied with the circus right now; he had not noticed the newly hired man. She calmly waddled over to the man and asked for a carriage to be called for her. The doorman looked like he wanted to protest, but he needed this job and decided to do what the scary pregnant lady wanted.

Five minutes later, and with a little help boarding the carriage, Anne was off to her circus.

Phillip shakes hands with Mr. Frank Potter, the newest sponsor of the circus.

After Daniel’s long-winded tale, he told Phillip that Mr. Potter would be coming tonight to talk to him. Mr. Potter would also be bringing his family for a little tour.

The family arrived at 5 p.m. The woman and one of the girls wrapped heavily in a disguise. Once safely inside, Phillip saw that Emily and Rosie were probably only a year or two older than Helen.

Phillip gave them a tour of the circus preparing for the show tonight. P.T., Charity, Caroline, and Helen were present tonight as P.T. was taking Phillip’s place until after the babies were born. Frank was very excited to meet the man behind the circus, while the little girls were memorized by the acrobats’ shiny costumes.

Once the tour was over, Lettie and Charity talked with Annie, Rosie, and Emily while Frank talked with Phillip and Daniel.

The older man did not want much. First, he asked for free entry to the circus for his family and any of his guests, as if this was the most important part of the deal. He also expressed after helping the circus overcome the current difficulties, that he wanted to be updated monthly about finances. Frank explains that he desires to be a partner in the business, but not take it for himself. Finally, if they began touring, he wanted to go with them. He wanted Annie, Rosie, and Emily to experience life outside of the city.

Phillip was ecstatic! After years of working so hard to keep his family afloat, a miracle walked through his door. Frank Potter cared about this circus because of what it means to him, what Anne means to his granddaughter, and what he thinks this circus could mean to the world.

The brothers did not have to think much about this offer. One glance between them and the decision was made.

Phillip stood up and reached out to Frank Potter’s hand, “Sir, you have yourself a deal.”

Anne was sure at this point this was a mistake.

She had not been in a carriage in months. It felt too small for her and she was sweating profusely. There was no turning back now.

When Anne had finally made it to the circus and lumbered out of the carriage, she felt dizzy. She stumbled into the tent where the performers dressed, and Phillip’s office was located. As she stood there, in pain, sweaty, pregnant, and filled with worry, Phillip and Daniel walked out of his office with a man she had never seen before.

This man did not matter to Anne at the moment, only her Phillip. The person that she traveled for.

“Phillip!” Anne called as she took a few steps towards him.

Everyone turned toward Anne. She looked the wreck. She was red in the face, waddling slowly towards Phillip, her clothes barely fit her, and she looked like she was in extreme pain.

Phillip started to dash forward when the both stopped.

Water had stared to pour on the ground underneath Anne. The couple stopped in their tracks. The room went silent.

Anne’s water had broken.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 10 ~ 11

End Note:

I realize this story is extremely historically inaccurate but if Hugh Jackman can do it, then so can I.

I am never intending to be offensive in anyway. If you have a problem with my fanfic, let me know.

Also, I wish I could tell you why I enjoyed writing Frank Potter’s backstory so much??

See you next week!

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