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shelby-fangirl00 · 2 years ago

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Hi darl, I'm so happy to see a new writer for the fandom! I'm Lee and I write for most Peaky characters. I esp adore Tommy tho and I'm curious to know what you'd do with this prompt: "Sing for me." "What would you like to hear?"

Hello! XD I'm so sorry for the late reply, I just had a bit of trouble with this one for some reason! But I had a fun time writing! I'm a little unsure of this but I hope you can enjoy it! Thank you so much for the request, you're the best :)

Word Count: 2359

The song below is incorporated into this story, just for reference.

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Sing For Me

The sun poured in through the large windows, creeping through the thin sheets I used to cover my face. I woke up to loud car engines coming through the circular driveway. Being an au pair here at the Arrow House was, of course an absolute gift. It was unlike any place I had ever worked before. But it was also very empty here. The only sounds that floated through the halls are from the maids and Charlie.

I was hired in a few months after the passing of Mrs. Shelby. I like to imagine that when she was here, the house was lively, something I had never seen before. This mansion felt like an empty museum. I wondered often what life was like around here for Mr. Shelby and Charlie before I was needed. It would bring me comfort to know that they were both truly happy at one time.

As I walked out of my room and into the hallway, I could hear Charlie rustling around in his bed in the next room over. His door was cracked open slightly. As I peered in to greet him, I saw that he was still sleeping, tossing and turning.

Suddenly, he started to weep. He was in some sort of distress it seemed like.

‘Charlie…Charlie love, wake up.’ I whispered while I gently shook his arms.

When he finally opened his eyes to look at me, he started to cry even harder.

‘Shhhh shhh Charlie…it’s alright dear. It’s just a scary dream.’ I consoled. He often woke up like this. Frances warned me about it when I first got here. He has these night terrors often, ever since his mother died. He was barely two years old at this point.

Charlie continued to cry harder, becoming louder. It was still quite early, so I worried that I’d wake Mr. Shelby, who was next door.

Now that I’ve come to understand Charlie, I had a few tricks up my sleeve that I knew to calm him down. He seemed to like when I sang to him. I sang him some of my favorite songs or a song that was stuck in my head. Other times, I would just hum to him and he would drift back to sleep.

Charlie extended his small, puffy arms in an attempt for me to hold him. I reached out, placing him on my lap. He wrapped himself around me, squeezing around my neck as he clung to me, lying his soft head on my shoulder.

I began to rock, rubbing his back in an attempt to sooth him. I quietly began to sing a song that he usually responded well to.

‘I am dreaming dear of you, day by day

Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray

When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams In a land of love, it seems, Just with you Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.’

Before I could even finish the song, Charlie’s sniffles stopped and his body became limp, drifting back to sleep.

I held him there a few moments longer, enjoying the embrace of the child I had grown to love and care for. As the minutes passed, there was a small creak from Charlie’s door.

I looked up expecting to see Frances, but instead, a disheveled Mr. Shelby stood in his night clothes. His billowy white shirt and boxers.

I immediately averted my gaze from him, feeling like I was intruding on his privacy, even though he was the one who barged in.

‘Everything alright? I heard Charlie crying again.’ He said so quietly, as to not wake him.

I very quickly and carefully placed Charlie back into his small bed, covering him with a blanket before standing up.

‘I apologize if we woke you, Mr. Shelby. Charlie just had another bad dream I believe. He’s settled in now sir.’ I said as I stood in front of him, eyes doing their best to avoid him. He was a very intimidating man to be around.

‘No need for an apology dear. Would you mind leaving me with him for a little while?’ He questioned.

I couldn’t help but to look at him and smile before answering. I liked seeing him spend time with his son. He needed his father more than he needed me.

‘Of course, sir. I’ll be downstairs in the library if you need me.’

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Charlie and I spent most of the day in the stables. He loved being outside more than the empty house, so I usually had a picnic made up for us out on the large property. He was the only person I really ever saw or spoke to these days, but I don’t mind, he is great company and always keeps me entertained. I just hope I do the same for him. I can tell that he misses his father.

It was winding down towards the end of the night. Charlie had been asleep for well over an hour by now. I had just finished helping Frances clean up in the kitchen. With nothing else to do, I decided to head upstairs to my bedroom.

As I headed down the long hall towards the stairs, I passed Mr. Shelby’s large office. The tall and dark door was wide open, which was out of ordinary. A low light crept out of the doors and on the hallway walls. As I walked by, I glued my eyes on the wooden floor.

Just as I passed the door frame, I heard his deep voice call my name from inside the room. My stomach tightened as I realized I had never been alone with Mr. Shelby and I was petrified for it to happen.

‘What can I do for you, Mr. Shelby?’ I practically mumbled out as I stood in the doorway, too scared to enter.

He was sitting casually on the edge of his desk with a glass of whiskey in hand. His sleeves were rolled up his arms sloppily. His expression didn’t give away what he wanted from me. He was expressionless.

‘Shut the door please.’ He commanded.

I did as he asked, fear creeping up my stomach, into my chest.

‘I heard you and Charlie this morning. I heard you singing to him.’

Was he offended by my practice? Did I cross a line?

Your cheeks flushed red as the embarrassment set in.

‘Oh…yes, it’s just something I do when he has his nightmares. If…if you want me to stop-

‘Does he like it when you sing?’ He questioned, his voice becoming a bit softer when talking about his son.

‘I believe it does. It stops his crying, at least. But it mostly puts him to sleep.’ I giggled out, smiling in his direction while talking about Charlie.

Thomas studied my face a few seconds, chuckling to himself. A small smile crossed his face too, which was new. His dimples peaked out from each cheek. I liked seeing him smile.

‘Well then, please don’t stop. I’m happy that it brings him some comfort.’

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.

‘You drink whiskey?’ Asking as he strutted over to a cart full of liquor by his desk.

‘If you’re offering, thank you.’

I studied his broad shoulders and back as he poured out the drink, then headed towards me.

I had never been so close to him before as he stood a foot away from me, extending the glass out for me to take.

He blue eyes never left my face as I threw back the glass, the dark liquid warming up my insides.

‘So, you like to sing?’ he asked, leaning back on his desk again. I inhaled deeply and took a few steps closer to him, closing the now awkwardly large gap between us.

‘Well, I suppose. Me mum always forced me to sing for her and her friends when I was a little girl. I prefer singing to Charlie over them though. He doesn’t expect much out of me.’ I chuckled while thinking again about Charlie.

‘I can tell that you care deeply for my son. I called you in here to thank you. He’s been through too much for his age. I am happy to see him happy again.’ He spoke like he was reading off of a piece of paper. Still, I appreciated the recognition.

‘Of course. I really do love being here with him, even if it is a bit…lonely here sometimes.’

It was easy to see how lonely he was too, without his wife. It broke my heart to know he was hurting. I cared so much for his son that it was hard not to care about him too.

His eyes looked up from his glass, a surprised expression on his face.

‘I think I know what you mean. It can eat away at ya if you’re not careful though.’ He warned me.

‘You know from experience, I assume?’ I asked sheepishly, prying a little more.

‘Well, of course. I’ve lived in this loneliness for a while now, love.’ He said lowly and plainly as he sipped on his drink.

‘Right well,’ he declared as he walked around his desk to sit back in his chair, leaving me stranded, feeling exposed in the middle of this large room.

‘I need to hear more of this voice of yours, since Charlie loves it so much.’

My heart sank with dread.

‘Sorry?’ I chuckled out with a confused expression covering my face.

‘Sing for me.’ He affirmed, smiling devilishly, knowing that putting me on the spot like this would make me fluster.

A few moments passed in complete silence. I shot back the rest of my whiskey before placing the glass on his desk. I cleared my throat obnoxiously before placing my hands behind my back.

‘What would you like to hear?’

His eyes scanned the length of my body before answering. I became over aware of my most-likely underwhelming appearance.

‘What did you sing to the boy today that put him to bed?’

‘Uhm… It’s called ‘Let Me Call You Sweetheart.’ Ya know it?’

‘Yes, perfect. Go on then, I insist.’

I smiled at him before taking a deep breath. I opened my mouth to repeat the same song from this morning, wanting to get this over with:

‘I am dreaming dear of you, day by day

Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray

When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams In a land of love, it seems, Just with you Let me call you "Sweetheart," I'm in love with you.’

I looked back up at Thomas who was already staring at me, a glimmer in his eyes.

‘Charlie is right. You’ve got quite a lovely voice, dear.’ He stood up and made his way to stand in front of me again.

I grinned up at him as to say thank you.

And a pretty smile as well. You’re very beautiful.’

I nearly froze from his words, my breath quickening.

‘Oh, please. Thank you, but you’re so beautiful, it’s almost annoying, Mr. Shelby.’ I giggled out nervously, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. But he was, so what was the harm?

He cocked an eyebrow at me.

‘Please call me Tommy, love.’ He muttered out.

Without saying another word, Tommy began to push my long and frizzy hair behind my ear. I inhaled sharply as his hand made contact with me. He was definitely coming onto me. Was this appropriate? It was hard to say no to a man like Thomas Shelby. Everything about him was intoxicating.

“Are you going to kiss me, Tommy?’ I whispered, batting my eyes sensually at him as I wetted my lips, pushing my lips passed my teeth.

His hand made its way to lightly tilt my chin up to him before he leaned down to press his warm lips onto mine. I was basically trembling with excitement and a bit of fear. The fear fell off of me as he deepened his kiss. He wrapped his hands around my cheeks and pulled me further into his body. I could feel his muscular chest pressed against mine as he sank into my mouth. I opened the kiss to allow his tongue access inside. He greedily accepted the invitation with more force. The kiss was became so needy.

Without thinking, I threw my hands into his hair and gripped lightly onto his loose brown strands. He moaned softly into my mouth, sending vibrations through my body.

“Mommy! Mommy!’ Charlie cried out from behind us. My eyes shot wide open as both Tommy and I practically sprung off of each other.

Charlie ran up to me with tears in his eyes, clinging to my legs and squeezing.

Completely flushed and still trying to recover what just happened, I picked up Charlie instinctively, bouncing him up and down to calm him down.

I turned around to see Tommy was who holding back a giggle.

‘Tommy, I try to correct him when he says this, I swear.’ I worryingly assured him. I hoped it hadn’t offended him.

‘No, no, please don’t apologize. He doesn’t know any better…it’s quite adorable, actually.’ He said jokingly while giggling.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him before turning to face the door.

“I should try to put him back to bed.’ I exclaimed as I headed towards the door.

‘I’ll join you, then. I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing again, either.’ He said teasingly, coming up on my side and placing his large warm hand on the small of my back as to lead me out of the doorway with him.

‘You will? Oh Tommy, I think Charlie would love that!’ I beamed up at him as he smiled down at me. For the night, I felt as though I saw a side of Tommy that he hides away from others. To the outside world, Tommy Shelby was a ruthless gangster and business man. Here at the Arrow House tonight, he was just Thomas. He was just a man.

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limitlessgojo · 3 years ago

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch. 11)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Invisible Ties

Next Chapter: Goldenrod

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Additional notes: This is so funny but I made a mistake in assuming the previous Goodwill event was held in Tokyo. Rewatched JJK and found out it was in Kyoto so I had to rewrite it XD.

Chapter 11: Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill Event

Breakfast was a quiet affair. He brought out a short table and you had the meal side by side.

It was grilled salmon and miso soup. You both stole glances at each other when the other wasn't looking.

A domestic life with Noritoshi. Yeah you could get used to this. "Thank you for the meal Noritoshi." You smiled and offered to wash the dishes.

He stood behind you in the small kitchenette as you did, humming softly to yourself. Noritoshi was holding your waist gently and leaning his forehead against your shoulder. Thumbing small circles into the sides of your hips.

You quietly smiled at yourself, not expecting Noritoshi to love physical affection this much. After washing the dishes, you laughed as you placed your ice cold hands on his neck, forcing him to let go of you and flinch back with a frown.

Leaving Noritoshi’s dorm after breakfast had terrible timing apparently. You bumped into Todo senpai on your way out.

“Ah.” You both stared at each other for a bit. Noritoshi was still behind you, the door to his dorm room open. It didn’t help that you had your pillows and blankets in your hands.

And you were still in pajamas.

“So is this like a thing now? Congratulations on getting together.” Todo smiled down at you.

“Ah uhm- we- I- “ You stuttered, but Noritoshi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him.

“Yes we are dating. And what of it?” He stared Todo down. You were flustered but incredibly pleased upon finally hearing a solid label between the two of you.

Todo just grinned. “So you actually have decent taste in women huh Kamo?”

“The best.” He replied dryly. You flushed and whined at Noritoshi, pawing at his robes. He just pulled you closer and hid your face in his chest.

“Didn’t know you had this shy side Tsuchi chan.” Todo was laughing. He bid both of you goodbye, and by the end of the day the entire campus knew both of you were dating.

But of course the both of you didn’t know it yet. “So…. you’re my boyfriend now Toshi?” you reached up to twirl his hair in your fingers as you made your belongings float in midair.

His eyes sparkled at the nickname. He leaned down close to you, “So it seems. Are you unhappy?”

“No. I’m happy.” You leaned up to press your lips against the corner of his.

Noritoshi sent you off, only letting you go after he had gotten a huge hug from you with a deep kiss to the cheek. He realized with a small jolt that he was pretty much touch-starved (no surprises there).

Wishing for more of your hugs and kisses already, and you just left for a few moments. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

Later that day, you bumped into Miwa as you were leaving your dorm. It was the weekend so you all had no classes and missions. She hesitantly called out a “Congratulations. You finally got together with Kamo senpai yeah?”

You looked at her in surprise. “How did you-”

“Todo senpai.”

“That man really doesn’t keep his mouth shut.”

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It was a different experience, having the other students tease the both of you about your new relationship as a real boyfriend and girlfriend. You felt weird by calling him your lover.

"I called it!" Mai proudly smirked down at you. "We all did Mai chan." Momo senpai giggled, bumping her hip with yours as you looked shocked over the bets they placed.

Noritoshi always had a soft smile for you. He recently managed his time better, finishing his studies very early so he could spend more time with you.

Not shy to take your hand whenever you meet in the hallways and drag you for a picnic under the huge Plum Tree or just to hug you quickly before going off to a mission.

You were more open, hopping up to him in the hallways and greeting him cheerfully. ‘It was nice’, you thought to yourself.

Ever the overthinker, you at times think of the secrets he mentioned having. Probably personal matters he wasn’t ready to talk about. That’s fine, you had your own fair share as well. Time will heal and bring whatever it may to the both of you.

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The Kyoto-Tokyo sister school goodwill event was drawing near. You and your fellow first years wished all your participating seniors good luck.

“I heard they also have a Special Grade 1st year student in Tokyo Tech.” You perked up at that, “Is that so?”

“I highly doubt they’d come though. Just like how you aren’t participating, Tsuchi. Usually 2nd and 3rd years are the ones participating. It is going to be held here in Kyoto Tech since we won last year.” Todo grinned.

You wondered about that.

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Just a few days before the goodwill event, Utahime texted you and said Noritoshi was injured from a mission. So of course you flew as fast as you could to his room, where he was being treated.

"Noritoshi!!" You wheezed out, entering his room in a burst of wind. You had come back from a lunch date with an old classmate from elementary.

You hurried over to his bedside and looked him over. He slowly turned to you, eyes widening. He smiled, "An angel is here."

You flushed and laughed out loud, "Noritoshi you've lost it. It's just me. Y/n." You brushed some stray hairs out of his face.

He continued staring at you dreamily, “Angel”. You were all dressed up, face fully made up. Rouge lipstick with a light touch of blush on your cheeks. You had your round shades on, prettily framing your face.

He used a free and uninjured hand to reach and cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch before pushing his arm back down. "You need rest." You said gently.

You placed your hands over his chest and activated your reverse cursed technique. He groaned as he felt his skin stitch back together. "Shhh, it will be fine."

He wasn't that badly injured thank goodness. “Angel, have you seen my y/n? I miss her.” He whined. You patted him on the forehead and shushed him with a quick kiss.

Why was he behaving like this?? You turned to the nurse packing their things from the corner, “I put him on anesthesia. He will be loopy for a bit.”

“Ah.” This might be a little bit fun. “Toshiii~ It’s me y/n how could you not recognize me?” You pouted. Noritoshi pouted and whined in return. The nurse pointedly ignored both of you and quickly left the room.

He stared at you with the biggest eyes he’s ever made, seemingly thinking hard. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll lose brain cells.” you whispered.

“Hold me.” He demanded not unlike a child asking for candy. And so you sat beside him and held onto his hand. You watched as he fell asleep, clinging onto your hand.

This loose-tongued and childish side to Noritoshi was just too adorable.

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Noritoshi stirred awake, seeing you so close to him. You were laying on top of his chest, one hand holding onto his.

He stared at your profile half sprawled over his blanket and reached to put a hand on your back and rubbed it soothingly. Then let his hand rest on the back of your neck while tracing small circles on it with the pad of his thumb.

You were so sweet on him. It was a wonder to Noritoshi, who felt as though he was always lacking in physical affection. To see someone sincerely take care of him without requesting anything in return was refreshing for a change.

He watched as you stirred, then your hand tightened in his and you brought it close to your lips, all while you were still fast asleep. Noritoshi’s eyes twinkled. What were you dreaming about? Was it about him?

He watched as you slowly woke up. “Mmmm Toshiii~” you blearily reached out for him. You were able to wash up and change your clothes while he was asleep.

He pulled you into his bed, making your half sprawl over his lap. “Why didn’t you get in bed with me? Surely your back must hurt? It’s late now, sleep with me.” You looked at the clock and to your surprise it was indeed late. 2am.

“Okayy” you were still whiny, half asleep, and slightly grumpy from waking up. You both settled in the bed and fell asleep holding hands.

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It was finally the day of the Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill event. You were all out, 1st, 2nd and 3rd years with Utahime sensei and Principal Gakuganji, waiting for the Tokyo group to arrive.

Then you felt this ominous presence from afar. You took a few steps back, cursed energy flaring and winds whipping around you. Everyone looked at you in concern and Noritoshi whispered as he squeezed your hand, "Angel, you okay?"

You still found it funny how he now takes to calling you his angel when it’s just the two of you after you told him about his embarrassing moment when he was loopy on sedatives.

You stared off at a distance. "Everyone... Something… big is coming." You didn't realize that you felt Rika's presence from afar. Everyone tensed and looked in the same direction you were as the Tokyo participants came.

There were some really loud 2nd and 3rd years, but the one that stood out was a rather reserved boy with black hair. He had a Katana bag hooked over one shoulder. And a massive curse looming over him. ‘How is that thing not exorcised yet?!’

"Yooooo Everyone from Kyoto hello!!"

That voice. Your eye twitched. "Nice to meet you all again." Gojo Satoru cheerily yelled. Introductions were exchanged. The group challenge on the first day is Capture the Flag. The details for the individual battles tomorrow are yet to be announced.

Everyone was surprised to hear that the first year, Okkotsu Yuuta, the special grade cursed human, was participating to even out the numbers.

Based on that amount of cursed energy…. Tokyo school might win this year, you thought grimly. 'As long as there are no casualties please.' You prayed to yourself. You wished Noritoshi good luck with a quick hug.

After the participants were dismissed and released to their positions, the Kyoto 1st year's followed the two principals and Utahime sensei.

"Neko-chaaaan! How cruel, you don't wanna greet me?" His damn voice was so fucking loud everyone in the vicinity turned to Satoru.

(His nickname for you was cute but the story wasn't. When you were 4 years old, the Tsuchi family cat always ran away from you. You tried to be more catlike to befriend it, which Satoru found hilarious. Ergo, he started calling you Cat or Neko chan.)

Your eye twitched again as always does with Satoru. "Toru nii, it's been a while." You said, looking at the man leering down at your figure. He pulled you in for a side hug and ruffled your hair. "I missed you loads, it's been a while huh. How's school?"

"Not too bad." You fixed and patted your hair back down, aware of the eyes on you.

"Mmm, I bet." His bright blue [six] eyes could see the red strings linking your pinky to Noritoshi's. "You got a boyfriend by any chance y/n?"

You stopped at that and looked up at him. "Did Hiroki tell you anything?" "Nup" he always pops his P's obnoxiously.

You looked to the side and murmured "I do."

"You have a boyf-ooms" You slapped your hand over his mouth, floating up to his height. You could practically see his blue eyes gleaming behind those white bandages. "Keep your voice down dimwit." You hissed.

He licked your hand. "You're gross as always Toru," you wiped it on his sleeve as you walked on air to match his height.

"You should have told me you got a boyfriend. Anywayss, my students are gonna kick ass. Yuuta is pretty strong and he's the type to go all out you know?" He nudged you.

"Noritoshi and the senpais won't go down without a fight." You said. “Heehhh, is that so?”

You caught up a bit with him, making small talk as you made your way to the viewing rooms.

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Miwa later pulled you aside, "You know Gojo Satoru?! Isn't he, like, super famous?!"

"Uhhh?? He is?? … uhm I don't know. But we are family friends, he's like a brother to me really." You said confusedly. "The Tsuchimikado and Gojo clans always got along. His dad and my dad are friends."

"Ahhh I see." She nodded. She was still unfamiliar with the Great 3 clans and minor clans of Jujutsushi so it was understandable for her to be curious.

The rest of you filed into the room. The teachers allowed all of you to watch on the screens, so that you can get familiar with the goodwill event.

"Psst! Y/n sit beside me." You laughed as Satoru eagerly patted the seat beside him, sounding more like a teenager than a teacher. You scooted over to his side as he brought out snacks, chips, and popcorn. You stared at him. "You think this is a movie?"

"It's free entertainment." He shrugged.

And the event started. You all watched on the screens as both schools fought against curses while defending their home base flag and trying to take down the enemy's flag.

Todo, of course, was on the front lines, recklessly plowing into Tokyo high's home base. Hakari, a 3rd year, was facing him off, somehow holding his ground against him.

Noritoshi was following Momo around, taking down curses and stopping the other team's students from charging in.

But before they knew it, Yuuta was on the other side, flag in his hands. It wasn't a quick match but a rather rough one. At the very least, no one was injured badly.

Your eyes watched Okkotsu’s movements. It was very obvious he was new to fighting, but his brute force of cursed energy played well to his strengths. You were looking forward to tomorrow's matches.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

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lilith-of-rivia · 4 years ago

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The Bard’s Sister Geralt XFeamle!Reader Part 3

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Summary: Its finally your birthday. You not only get a lovely gift from mum and dad but also from your brother and his companion who has taken a very big likening to you.

Trigger Warnings: Drinking, some cursing

Pairing: Geralt XFemale!Reader Jaskier XSister!Reader

Word Count: 8,979 (I know its a long one XD I fit a lot into one part)

If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!! So sorry this took so long. it was a lot of writing and I knew I wanted to get the party done in one part. the next part will be the beginning of the travels!! Would you guys rather have SMUT in the next part or wait till the part after that? let me know!!! All my love!! -Lilith

Sleep eluded me. After eating the meat pie from the kitchen and a nice hot bath I thought sleep would’ve come much quicker. I was tired, physically and emotionally. I could feel it in my bones but every time I closed my eyes I remembered that my brother would be leaving again in a few days. I had three more days with him but it didn’t feel like enough. Not after all the time we lost. I wanted to ask him to stay with me, but I knew it would be selfish of me.

Jaskier’s departure also meant Geralt would be leaving too. It was probably for the best… the feeling I have for the witcher shouldn’t exist. They shouldn’t exist, because I was not delusional. I knew the Witcher’s were re-programmed into believing they were not capable of love, that they were loveless monsters, not only incapable of giving love but incapable of receiving love. I didn’t believe any of those tales. I had studied the trails Witcher’s must go through to become what they are.

It is disturbing. They break young men’s wills. Make them believe the world will never offer them love, all to fuel their agenda. Witcher's never go through anything that makes them incapable of love. It’s very evident in my brother’s relationship with the witcher. Had Geralt not been capable of feeling “human” emotions, he would’ve left Jaskier to die when he was attacked by the Djinn. It was a perfect way for him to get rid of my brother, it wasn’t technically his fault or his doing. My brother could’ve died and he could’ve washed his hands clean of him.

The way he kissed my hand the first day we met, was like he was attempting to give his best first impression. He tried his best to show respect, maybe so my mother and father would like him more. He showed me kindness, tenderness. Any time he touched me was feather-soft. Maybe he was worried he’d hurt me or scare me away...

The way he kissed Hildi’s hand. The way he smiled at my brother’s stupid jokes. There was so much more to him than anyone realized.

I stood from my bed walking over to my desk. I sat down and lit the lantern with the candle from my bed. The fire in the corner of my room didn’t provide nearly enough light to reach me. I grabbed my journal and some charcoal. I moved over to the large windows and sat down. The glass was cold under my touch, the moon was nearly full. It lit up the garden below me. It was the most perfect view of the gardens my mother spent so much time tending. The light blue hue cascaded along the hedges. The flowers dimly lit. I scribbled down the date in my journal before I began sketching the view in front of me for what seemed like the 500th time. I always found something new. Tonight was a quick sketch, just of the basics. I was hoping it would make me sleep but nothing seemed to work.

My body was smothered in quilts, my arm draped lazily over my head as I tried my best to sleep. The thin nightgown I wore was perfect for warm summer nights. It kept me cool and didn't stick to my body when I sweat.

The night was still, everything in the walls of the castle was silent. I cul hear the crickets and the frogs below me, but nothing else.

Squeak squeak

My eyes snapped open, my heart beating rather quick at the sudden sound from the room behind my head. It took me a minute to remember that Geralt was sleeping next door. I had heard him go to bed hours ago and it had been completely silent since. But now I could hear him moving over and over in his bed.

“Geralt…” My voice was barely above a whisper. No one could hear me, no one but a witcher's ears. If he was awake I knew he could hear me.

“...if...if you’re awake, tap the wall twice.” I held my breath waiting for a moment. My cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

Tap Tap

I smiled at the small sound signaling to me he was awake.

“I can not sleep...care to take a walk?... Tap twice for yes.” I wondered if he could hear the smile through my voice.

Tap Tap

I smiled wider, getting up from my bed. I grabbed a candle from my nightstand after throwing on my silk robe. It wasn’t the warmest fabric in the world but the summer air wasn’t too cold.

I quietly tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly to not let it creak. There on the other side was Geralt. His hair was no longer pulled back in a tie out of his face, no it was messily about his head, some small knots in the thicker areas. Small strands stuck up everywhere. His eyes were hooded a little in sleep. He had a small smile on his lips, his hands tucked into his underarms as he waited for me. He reached out, taking the candle from me before offering me his free arm.

“Princess…” he greeted with a small cheesy bow of his head. I giggled, softly shaking my head. My hand gripped around his bicep, squeezing it softly. It was as hard as a rock, my hand barely made it halfway around it.

“Hello, Geralt,” I whispered and he smiled. We began walking down the corridor, the hall dimly lit by the moonlight and the few candles lit.

“No sleep?” He asked.

“No...my mind won't stop wondering…” we walked down the stairs, slowly as to not let the guards know anyone was awake.

“Care to tell me why, dove?” He whispered. His arm moved slightly, making me let go almost immediately. Before my hand reached my side his fingers laced in between my own, squeezing it. I could feel the warmth in my cheeks, the small act making my heart melt.

“Walk through the garden with me?” I whispered leaning in a little closer to him. He made me feel safe. Not that I didn't feel safe in my home, I knew how safe I was compared to many others but he just made me feel a type of safe I'd never felt.

“Of course, lead the way.” we continued down the hall, walking towards the gardens.

As we veered a corner Geralt's arm quickly wrapped around my waist as he silently, and quickly tucked us behind a suit of armor in the corner. His arm squeezed around my waist. I could feel his breath in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine making me twitch slightly. He chuckled lowly, his thumb stroking my stomach.

“Do I scare you?” his whisper was low, very close to my ear.

“Never,” I said with no hesitation. My head turned towards him, his eyes shining in the dark. He gently put his finger to my lips.

“Shhh.” I nodded my head, our eye contact not breaking. His fingers softly traced my jawline, moving till he was cupping my cheek. He broke eye contact for a second as his eyes flicked to the hall we just exited. Not a second after he looked me in the eyes again I could hear footsteps. They were walking down the hall towards us. Geralt took a breath in. After a minute the person was gone. Geralt’s hand was still on my cheek and the other hand wrapped around my waist.

“You are so beautiful.” My throat went dry. My hands started to get clammy.

Everything in my body urged me to just grab his face and kiss him, but that small voice kept me back. My fear overtaking the decision. I gently grabbed his hand that was on my face, leaning into him. I kissed his wrist softly. His skin was so warm, warmer than the average man for sure. I wanted to hold him. Feel his skin on mine.

“So are you,” I whispered. His eyes practically rolled out of his head as he smirked like I just made some lude joke. He grabbed my hand and led me to the hallway and out the door to the garden. The moon was bright.

Geralt started to walk in front of me, pulling me deeper into the garden. Soon we were surrounded by my mother’s Roses and lavender bushes. The smell was intoxicating. It was the center of the garden. Geralt grabbed my waist again. Pulling me closer to him. I was shivering slightly. The air was cold from the late-night rain we had. Colder than I thought it would be. My hands Gently went to his chest, softly pulling and toying with the strings on his tunic.

“You are beautiful Geralt. I wouldn't joke about that.” My voice was no longer a whisper, it was still low but he could hear me better.

“I have been called many things in my day dove, but never beautiful.” His arms were tighter around me, his shoulders were tense. He was more alert outside than he was inside, I understood. His training not wanting him to think anywhere is safe.

“If you want, I’ll make sure to call you that more often.” He chuckled softly at my words. I couldn't help but feel angry, not at him but at the world. The way they treated him, his kind for things they all don’t deserve. My hands went to each side of his face, as I gently made him look at me.

“Geralt you are so much more than this world will ever give you credit for...I can never say I understand what it feels like to live in your skin, but I can tell you that you do not deserve that cruelty that is thrown your way. I know not all witchers are like you, I know many of them live up to the expectations my kind has put on you. But you do not. You are far from a monster Geralt of Rivia. You-'' one hand rested on his chest above his slow beating heart “-you have a heart of gold. And I’m so sorry you've never been treated with the love and care you deserve and need.” his hand was now covering my own over his heart. His other arm is still tight around my waist. My face and his had drafted closer as I spoke, he leaned forward, pressing our foreheads together.

“Fuck…. (Y/N)...I’m not good with words. But - I, uh thank you…” his voice was so deep it made it hard to focus. His cheeks were light pink. His eyes flashing from my lips to my eyes. I couldn't help but giggle at how frazzled he got over words he deserved to be told. My heart yearned for his touch. Everything he touched was like a small fire deep inside me. I had courted many men in my life. Many I thought would be my endgame, but none ever made me feel the way he did. His lip inched closer to my own, slowly before they were centimeters apart. He wouldn't kiss me without permission.

“You may kiss me Ger-” his lips were on mine before I could finish my sentence.

My arms wrapped around his neck, his own wrapping tighter around me nearly lifting me off my feet.

Our lips moved together slowly, softly. I could feel every inch of his body pressed to my own. All my thoughts were him only. His intoxicating scent was filling my nose as I breathed slowly. He smelt of sandalwood, maybe a little bit of mint. Nothing I'd ever smelled before. The way his hands held my back, softly running up and down the silk of my robe. Everything he touched felt like a new fire was spreading. His lips were sweet, of honey. They were surprisingly soft. They made me feel like molten hot lava. My hand gently combed through his hair. His teeth softly nipped my bottom lip before his tongue infiltrated my mouth. Our tongues danced together, our hands wondering, touching, feeling every inch. The world around me didn't feel real. My body was in the garden but my head was in the clouds.

He pulled away from me, barely. The loss of contact made me whine softly. I felt colder without his lips on mine. His hot breath fanned my face as he breathed in and out. I opened my eyes, looking into his. His hands left my back moving to my face, his forehead back on mine.

“You are intoxicating, princess.” His words were velvet. They made my insides turn in the most delicious way. My body yearned for him. His fingers delicately traced the frame of my face.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I leaned into his hand. The warmth of his palm being a decent replacement for his lips.

“Jaskier will leave soon...Three days from now.” his hand left my cheek, wrapping around my body, gently turning me so my back was to his chest. His arms circled my waist as he held me into him. His chin rested on my shoulder as he listened.

“When Jaskier leaves, you'll leave too...and I'll be alone again.” The thought of them leaving made my stomach ache. I had been alone most of my life. Yes I had my parents and they were great, but they were not my brother.

“All of my friends I grew up with are mothers now. They have lives of their own. My mother and father cannot be my friends, they are my parents. It's nothing the same. I never realized how much I missed Jaskier till he came back.” My throat tightened as I spoke, the feeling of my tears burning my eyes becoming more overwhelming. My hands went to his around my waist as I held them closer to me if it was possible.

“I don't want to be alone again…” The tears slipped freely down my face, my head dropping.

“I sometimes wish he never left. I know that is selfish of me, but I miss him so much. Sometimes it takes months for me to get the letters he sends me. I never know if he is alive or not.” My crying became a little more intense as I spoke. My voice wavering. I Let go of his hands, covering my face with my hands as I rubbed away the tears vigorously. I hated crying in front of people, it showed weakness, made me vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to put you in this awkward situation,” I whispered. One of his arms left my waist, only to wrap around my shoulders, pulling me tighter into his chest.

“Do not apologize princess…” His lips met my temple in a soft kiss. His lips lingered there for a minute.

“Who have you been training with?” He asked. I couldn't tell if he was trying to change the subject because he wanted me to stop crying or if he didn't know how to deal with me crying.

“You may know him, I'm not sure. He never spoke of anyone from his past. He’s a retired witcher. He stumbled into our kingdom when I was 15. My mother and father were scared of a looming war between my country and Lyria. One of my uncles had knocked up the king's younger daughter. A large threat was over my head for a couple of years. So they asked him when he came into our country if he would train me. So I could take care of myself if I was to leave under a new identity. For the last ten years he came for a couple of months, we started with book training rather dull if I do say-” I chuckled at the memory of how many times I fell asleep reading the dull books he would bring with him. “We gradually moved into combat training. I know he didn't train me nearly as hard as he had trained the witchers in his court. But there were days I felt like my limbs would fall off, but last year he told my parents that he was confident that I would not only be able to live on my own in the world, but he was confident I would thrive. His name is Vesemir. He’s due to show up for our training any day now.” Geralt’s eyes were looking at me when I turned to see him. He was smirking softly.

“What?”

“Vesemir was my instructor at Kaer Morhen. I’m the witcher I am today because of his training.” My eyes must have bulged out of my head. He laughed at me making my cheeks flush red.

“You are telling me, I’ve been trained by the same man who trained you? And he never bothered to tell me? What a jerk.” I turned my body around in Geralt’s arms, my head now laying on his chest, my arms around his waist resting on his back. He was much, much, taller than me.

“Vesemir has always respected my privacy, don't harp on the old man too much.” His heartbeat was distracting me. It was much slower than mine. It was like a lullaby. My hand covered my mouth as I yawned, his head tilting down as he looked at me.

“Common, you have to sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow.” He was talking about my party. His hands gently pulled me back from him, his fingers laced with mine as he led me back through the garden into the castle and down to my room.

We stood outside the door, his hands mindlessly fidgeting with my robe.

“Stay with me tonight?” My hands pressed softly to his chest.

“I don't know princess...I don't want your parents to get the wrong idea of me.” I nodded my head, understanding and respecting his wishes.

“Will you be my date to my party tomorrow?” I asked timidly, my eyes focused on his silver pendant.

“I would be honored, Princess (Y/N).” His fingers hooked under my chin tilting my head up so my eyes met his own.

“Jaskier has your clothes, the party starts at noon.” He nodded his head.

“I'll be here waiting for you, little dove.” his lips pressed to mine. It was the softest sweetest kiss I had ever shared. It wasn't long, only a few seconds. His hand reached behind me as he opened my bedroom door for me. I leaned up, kissing his cheek softly.

“Good night Geralt.” I backed up till I was through the threshold of the door, my eyes not leaving him. My hand went to the door.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” I smiled and closed the door softly. My forehead gently leaning on it. My heart raced faster than it ever had. I wanted him back with me and he hadn't even been behind the door for a minute.

I moved to my bed, hanging my robe on the wooden bedpost before climbing under the warm comforters. They were not nearly as warm as he was but they would do.

Tap Tap

A smile stretched across my face. My knuckles softly tapping against the wall in goodnight. As I drifted into sleep finally, Geralt was only on my mind.

“Princess (Y/N)...” The sound of someone's voice broke my sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the sun burning them as it shone brightly through my window.

“Princess…” There was a small knock on the door. I couldn't tell who was at the door. I sat up in bed, the quilt bunched at my hips. I rubbed my eyes messily, moving my hair from my face.

“Yes yes, please come in,” I called my voice hoarse from the lack of water throughout the night. The door opened and Fesca and Neshe entered. They were women who worked in our court. My father and mother never believed in having unpaid servants.

No one in my family did. Before my great-great-grandfather founded and rebuilt our kingdom my family lived in incredible poverty. Many of my late family died of famines and illnesses due to not having money or food. When my father took the throne he made sure to keep the rule alive. We had many workers in the castle. But they were all paid and had housing courtesy of my father and mother.

Behind the two women, their daughters followed. They were much younger than me, barely 18.

“How did you sleep, my dear?” Neshe asked a sweet smile on her lips as she moved to the curtains, drawing them closed. My feet met the hard cold floor as I stood and stretched my muscles.

“Very well thank you,” I said with a smile. The four women walked around my room, Neshe was getting my dress ready, while Fesca and her daughter were preparing items for a bath.

“Here you go, miss.” Ari, Fesca’s daughter said with a smile as she put down a tray of food at my vanity.

“What time is it?” I asked as I moved to the vanity, examining the plate full of fruits and a muffin.

“Nearly ten, miss,” Ari said as she made my bed.

“You don't have to do that,” I said looking back at her, smiling.

“I know.” She said back with a smile.

“Your mother instructed us to tell you that you are not allowed to leave your room until the party this afternoon,” Neshe said as she started to boil water over the fire for the bath.

“Knock knock!” My head turned to the door, it was Jaskier’s voice.

“Come in,” I called and the door burst open. Jaskier was standing in the doorway with a huge grin across his face. He was carrying a large bundle of flowers. All types from roses to tulips.

He walked over to me, setting the flowers on my bed before hugging me tightly. My arms wrapped around his waist, my head resting on his lower chest.

“Happy birthday baby sister,” he whispered into my ear. I smiled and squeezed him tighter.

“Thank you, Jaskier. Thank you for being here.” He stepped back from me, looking back to the door.

“Geralt common!” He called, my cheeks heated a little as he entered. He was wearing what he was last night. Part of me felt like it was all a dream, everything from his hand on mine to his kiss. Our eyes met and he smiled at me, winking softly. He too was carrying a large bundle of flowers.

“Oh gods Jaskier you didn’t have to get so many,” I said with a laugh as Geralt placed them on my bed next to the ones from Jaskier.

“Oh but I do, little sister. There are enough flowers in each bouquet for every birthday I’ve missed.” I smiled up at him, my heart swelling.

“Thank you, Jax”

“Eat.” Neshe nudged me as she began pulling hairpins and brooches out of my vanity. I grabbed the muffin and took a bite, Jaskier pulling my desk chair over so he was sitting in front of me. Geralt sitting on my bed. Neshe started detangling my bed head, separating and pinning sections back as she started on the intricate style she had thought of for the day.

“You washed your hair recently, correct?” She asked as she handed me a glass of orange juice.

“Yes ma’am,” I said with a smile before drinking the juice and setting the empty glass down.

“You are such a compliant princess.” Jaskier snickered.

“Much more than you were as a young child Jaskier. You gave me hell every single day.” Neshe said behind me.

“I respect them, Jaskier. They look out for me.” I said with a roll of my eyes finishing the muffin and grabbing the bowl of fruit and the fork. Jaskier reached overtaking a strawberry and plopping it into his mouth.

“Rude,” I mumbled under my breath as I ate the fruit. Neshe continued working on my hair as I finished eating, the other three women walking around my room, tightening up and getting the bathroom ready, the tub is filled with boiling water. Many different oils and flowers added, the room soon smelling fresh and fragrant.

“Knock knock.” My eyes flew to the door that had opened slightly.

There stood a man, not as tall as Geralt but very close. His hair was a white silver, but much shorter, straight too. It was pinned further back. His face was much older than Geralt’s, not only with wrinkles but scars. His build was large, he was a very intimidating man. But what Witcher isn’t.

“Vesemir!” I quickly moved from Nashe’s hands, walking over to where he was standing a bright grin on his face. He quickly engulfed me in a hug.

“How are you kid?” He asked, pulling back from me, eyes searching my face.

“I’m wonderful, I’m so happy you're back,” I said smiling brightly. I looked at him but his eyes were over on the other witcher in the room, who was now standing.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” Vesemir said with a deep laugh. He gently let go of my shoulders walking over to Geralt who was smiling back.

“Could say the same for you old man.” They shook hands, before hugging each other very quickly. My brother stood up and looked from me to Vesemir.

“Jaskier! So good to see you again.” Vesemir said.

“How do you know my baby sister?” Jaskier said, looking confused.

“He’s the one I’ve been training with, Jaskier. Father and mother love him.” Jaskier let out a frustrated breath pacing slightly.

“So you mean to tell me you've been seeing my baby sister for years and never once thought it was important information to share with me??” Jaskier’s voice was getting louder and shrill.

I walked over to him gently putting my hand on his arm.

“Jaskier he was doing it to protect me and you. He wasn't allowed to tell anyone outside of these walls what we did when he came here. Father and mother made those rules. Don’t be mad at him for following the rules. Just as he did with you and Geralt. I had no idea-” Nashe’s hands were on my shoulders leading me back over so I was seated, her fingers working gracefully in my hair. “I had no idea he had trained Geralt until last night. He never told me because he respected Geralt and his privacy.” Jaskier sighed, nodding his head. His calm demeanor only lasted a minute before he looked at me and his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Wait, last night? When last night? When were you alone with him??” Jaskier turned his attention to Geralt, his hands on his hips like a tutting mother. I bit my lip gently looking away from him. Fesca came over clapping her hands together with a smile on her face.

“Okay gentleman, I'm going to ask you all to leave. We need to get her ready for the party. You can continue this reunion later.” Jaskier huffed frustrated before walking out of the room, leaving Geralt and Vesemir. They both looked at each other then at me, Vesemir smirking at me.

“Here you go, the first part of ya gift.” He handed me a book.

‘A Mage’s Guide to Healing’

“What is this? I'm no mage.” Vesemir smirked.

“You do not know everything Miss (Y/N). You may find it useful. ” With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Geralt turned to me and smiled. He knelt in front of me so his eyes were level with mine, his hands grabbing mine. He gently kissed my knuckles. My stomach erupted in butterflies.

“You might need to talk to Jaskier before I do,” I said. He chuckled softly, our eyes meeting.

“What shall I tell him?” His thumbs stroked the back of my hands.

I shook my head forgetting Fesca was still working on my hair causing her to grunt in frustration, her hands holding the sides of my head so I sat still.

“My dear, if you want me to finish this so you can enjoy the company of the Wolf this evening, you need to sit still.” I smiled bashfully, glancing down at my hands with my eyes.

“Sorry, Fes…” I mumbled.

“I'm not sure what to tell him. Maybe you should decide.” Geralt nodded in agreement. He stood up slightly, leaning over and kissing my forehead softly. I could hear the women behind me ooing quietly.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours, dove.” I smiled up at him, squeezing his hands gently.

“Okay, Geralt. Maybe tell him outside.” He laughed softly walking to the door, his hand on the doorknob.

“Okay, dove.”

Once the door was shut Neshe appeared in front of me, she had a smirk on her face.

“You and the witcher my dear?” She sat in the chair Jaskier was in. Ari and Yennaa were behind me helping Fesca with my hair.

“There isn't anything other than what you saw. He cares for me, but we all know he can't care for me in the way I wish he could.” I said looking over the book in my lap.

“I don't know (Y/N)… the way he looked at you is how my pa looks at mum,” Yennaa commented. Her mother and father had been together longer than my mum and dad. The connection between how Geralt looked at me to how her father looked at her mum made my heart sore.

“I...I hope so...He makes me feel things no other man has.”

Fresca gently squeezed my shoulders, sliding a silk bonnet over my hair, tying it behind my head.

“Alright dear get in the bath, wash yourself up and we'll be back to help with your dress and makeup.” I nodded and thanked them as they left the room. I undressed quickly, before sinking into the hot bubbly water.

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“You look beautiful my dear. You wait here to get your mother and father.” I smiled brightly at Neshe and the other women.

“Thank you. And thank you so much for your help. "They smiled and left me alone in front of the mirror

The dress was so beautiful.

Hildi had completely outdone herself this year. The dress was dazzling baby pink, with hundreds of stars stitched into a beautiful mesh fabric. It had sleeves but they did not come up my arms. Instead, the sleeves came right above my elbows. My décolleté and shoulders bare, showing off my breasts a bit more than I normally did but I had never felt more beautiful. Fesca had outdone herself on my hair, every pin was perfectly placed, every curl held beautifully. My crown was dazzling in the noon sun, sending rainbows around my room as it sat gracefully on my head. My attention was turned to the small knock on the door. In stepped my mum and dad. My mum's hand went over her mouth with a small gasp.

“Oh my goodness. My baby girl is a grown woman. You look absolutely beautiful my love.” She came to me, hugging me into her tightly. My arms wrapped around her shoulders tightly. Her fingers stroked my back softly. I inhaled her scent, snuggling my face into her maroon dress. Her hugs were like none I'd ever had. They were everything I needed some nights...

“I love you, mum…” She pulled me back from her and looked me in the eye, her fingers stroking my face.

“I love you more than you will ever know. Now, your father has a gift for you.” My eyes went to him. He was dressed in a solid green velvet suit, a white button-down under his fest. He looked dashing. I smiled at him as he walked over to us, a small box in his hand.

“This is something I had made for you when you were born. We both wanted to wait till you were older to give it to you. I think now is a perfect time.” He handed me the box with a smile. I gently took the box and opened it.

“Dad….” It took my breath away. A beautiful ring was in the center of the box, gleaming in the sun.

There was an opal stone in the center, two little gold moons on each side of the opal, that symbolize a full moon. There were six diamonds embedded into the ring. Three on the top, three on the bottom. Everything had been placed on a gold band. I looked at my father, his eyes were welling with tears.

“You've always been my little girl, and no matter where you go or where I go, I never want you to forget how much I love you.” My arms wrapped tightly around him as I practically threw myself on him, tears slipping down my face. I felt my mother’s hand on my back as she hugged us.

“Jaskier you can come in now.” My mother called out. I could hear the door open, then soon my brother's arms were wrapped around my mother and me. All four of us were back together again.

“Happy birthday Little Pea.” My dad whispered with a small chuckle. Jaskier laughed in my ear, making me laugh softly. The nickname my brother called me for many years had been forgotten after he left. No one else is using it.

“I love you all.” My dad pulled me from his chest, whipping my face before grabbing the ring and putting it on my right ring finger.

“Okay we’ll leave you with your brother to go great with your guests. Don't be too long.” My mother said, booping my nose. I laughed softly nodding.

The two of them left the room, leaving just Jaskier and me. He turned to me, looking me up and down before bringing me into another bone-crushing hug.

“I'm so happy you're home Jax…” I whispered into his black velvet tunic. He too looked quite dashing. His shirt was tucked into some dark blue trousers a black leather belt holding them up, and some very nicely polished black boots up his legs. His hair was curly and his smile was bright.

“I missed you so much, Little Pea.” He pulled back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“So Geralt spoke to me earlier today.” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and ears.

“About…?”

“He told me about the kiss last night, told me he didn't want to hurt you. I told him he had to talk to mum and dad, not me.” I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Jaskier, it's not that serious. Why would you tell him that it's not-”

“He already did it love. They gave their blessing.”

“I...they did? For what?”

“To court you of course!” He said with a laugh.

“But you'll both leave soon-”

“Don't overthink it, common he's waiting outside.” He walked to the door opening it. Sure enough, there was Geralt. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was dressed head to toe in black velvet, his hair clean and combed, pinned back, his face freshly shaved, a small rose pinned into his shirt. The first three buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing his deliciously hairy chest and his silver pendant.

Breath.

I took a deep breath, my eyes looking him up and down taking him in. It wasn't until we met eyes I realized he was doing the same to me.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out, walking towards me. I reached my hands out to him, he gently took them pulling me into him, his left arm looping around my waist. Our faces inches apart.

“You look so handsome Geralt. You clean up quite well. Black velvet is your style.” I said with a smile, my hand on his shoulder, the other still in his hand. He leaned down and softly kissed me. It was short and sweet. Yet it filled my body with warmth and butterflies. I was sure he felt the temperature of my skin change.

“Common people are waiting for you, princess.” He whispered as he pulled away, my hand wrapping around his bicep. I looked at him as we walk down the hall towards the grand hall.

“You are a breathtaking creature (Y/N). I do not think I have seen anyone so beautiful in my 87 years.” My heart raced in my chest as he spoke, my hand gripping his arm a little tighter.

“No one told me I was falling for an old man.” I joked as we approached the door to the great hall. One of my father’s soldiers was waiting for us.

“Princess.” He said with a soft bow of his head. I smiled softly at him, curtsying to him softly.

“Derlor, it’s good to see you again.” I let go of Geralt’s arm, stepping towards Derlor hugging him gently. He was my father’s right-hand man, everything my father needed he went to Derlor. He had been working in my father’s court for nearly 30 years.

“This will be the first birthday that I don’t get to escort you. I’m not sure what to do with myself.” I smiled and shook my head.

“Relax, enjoy yourself. Maybe ask Hildi for a dance. You know she has a soft spot for you.” I said stepping back to Geralt’s side, my hand on his arm again. Derlor looked at the witcher next to me, eyed him up and down before stepping in front of him.

“I know her parents like you, and I trust their judgment but understand one thing Witcher; if you hurt her in any way I will kill you. You may be a feared monster slayer but you do not scare me.” I rolled my eyes softly, everyone was going to threaten the witcher on my behalf. Flattering but annoying nonetheless.

“If I hurt her. I will gladly lay down my blade and let you do your worst, sir.” Derlor smiled.

“Good. Now time for your entrance princess.” He walked to the door pushing it open. I could hear the people quiet down. Geralt leaned down and kissed my cheek quickly, leaving the spot hot in his wake. Derlor stood at the end of the red rug in the center of the room. He cleared his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the lady of the hour, Princess (Y/N)!” Geralt and I started walking down the center of the carpet. On either side were people from all over our kingdom. Many nobles I had known for years. I smiled at the familiar faces, as we continued walking to where my mother, father, and Jaskier.

“As many of you know, we have been preparing our daughter to take over for us one day-“ My father said, stepping forward, taking my hand from Geralt and smiling at me.

“But seeing as myself and my wife are in great health and nowhere near the end of our reign. And as you can all see our son has returned from his many great travels.” Vesimer walked forwards, a smile on his face and a pack in his hands.

“Your mother and I both think you are ready my dear,” Father said looking me in the eyes.

“Ready for what dad…?” I whispered, my voice wavering slightly, my stomach flipping and swelling. His eyes drifted behind me, looking at who I guessed was Geralt.

“You will be leaving the kingdom for a while.” My mouth ran dry, my eyes going to Jaskier who was beaming.

“We know that you will be in good hands, not that you need it. You will be leaving with Jaskier and Geralt and traveling the Continent to your heart’s content.” My hands squeezed into his harder as he spoke, my eyes burning with tears, my eyes bouncing between him, Jaskier, and my mother who was also near tears.

“You need to see the world, see what you can help improve on when you take over. Meet people, taste danger a little.” My arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly, my eyes closed the tears of joy slipping down my face.

“Thank you, dad…” I whispered and he chucked. He pulled me back and Jaskier came and stood in front of me.

“I've missed so much of your life, and I regret it so much. You have turned into such a wonderful young woman and it would be an honor if you joined us in our travels.” I could feel Geralt’s hand on my back as he stood next to me as I looked at Jaskier. My eyes gleaned at him, searching his facial features for any hesitation in the offer.

“You’re both serious?” I asked.

“Vesemir is very admin that you would be beneficial to me, in more ways then.” Geralt said with a small wink.

“So what do you say, do you want to come with us?” Jaskier asked, his hands holding mine.

“What a stupid question Jaskier! Of course, I want to!” The smile on my face nearly hurt, I had never been so happy in my life. I didn't have to say goodbye to Jaskier or Geralt, not for a while anyway. Jaskier grabbed me, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug which I gladly returned.

“Everyone please, enjoy yourself! Food will be brought out soon!! Ale. wine and mead are already out! We thank you all so much for coming to celebrate our daughter’s birthday!” My father said to the room full of people who all clapped and cheered.

I turned away from Jaskier to Geralt who was still standing next to me. I put my hands on his chest gently leaning into him, his hands going to my waist.

“Are you sure you're okay with me coming along? I would hate to be a burden on you.” Geralt shook his head, smiling softly, his fingers stroking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“From what Vesemir told me today, you will only be an asset to me and my travels. Unlike your brother who just annoys me.” I laughed softly, rolling my eyes.

“You love him,” I said with a smile. He huffed, taking my hand in his leading me to our spot at the table.

“If you didn’t you would have never followed him for weeks to an unknown country to meet a sister you had no idea existed. Face it witcher, my brother has weaseled his way into that heart of yours.” He was filling his plate with food and a smile on the corner of his lips as he listened to me.

He handed me the plate of food I thought he was preparing for himself.

“Thank you, love,” I said as I took the plate from him, watching as he got some for himself. The people around us talking, laughing, and beginning the party that would surely last into the night. He leaned over, kissing my cheek softly then he started to eat.

The party had been going for hours. Everyone was a bit drunk including me. The wine in my cup had been the fourth do far, and I'm a lightweight. My body was warm, the sweet taste of the cherry wine lingering on my lips as I listened to my brother sing and play his lute. As the song ended I put the cup down, nearly knocking it over in the process, clapping for Jaskier.

“Jaskier come here!” I yelled with a slight giggle. He came over to me, his face red as he breathed hard, he too was drunk.

“Any song requests my lady?” He said with a cheesy bow of his head making me laugh maybe a little too loud.

“Sing me the song you first wrote for Geralt?” His face lit up as he looked behind me to Geralt who was sitting at the table next to Vesemir.

“He hates that song (Y/N),” Jaskier said making me laugh more.

“Oh but he’s never had it sang to him here! Jaskier we love him here. Common the people will sing, children will dance. Maybe hell get some coins tossed at him!” Jaskier laughed with me.

“Okay okay fine, only for you.” Jaskier walked over to the stage with the other bards whispering something to them before yelling over the crowd of people.

“This song is for my baby sister. I haven’t sung this one in a couple of years, but I think you lot will like it more than anyone I’ve ever sung for!!!” The crowd clapped for him as they all looked at him. I glanced behind me looking at Geralt who knew what song was coming. Our eyes met. I giggles and winked at him.

“When a humble bard

Graced a ride-along

With Geralt of Rivia

Along came this song”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the smiles on their faces only growing, including my own. Many children ran into the middle of the room staring up at Jaskier as he sang, eyes gleaming.

“From when the White Wolf fought

A silver-tongued devil

His army of elves

At his hooves did they revel

They came after me

With masterful deceit

Brokedown my lute

And they kicked in my teeth”

People started singing along to the second verse. The room is filled with slurred, off-tune singing of my people. The warmth spread through my chest as I saw Jaskier’s face light up in a way I had never seen before. His attention went to Geralt momentarily looking at him with the same disbelief. I looked at Geralt to see he held the same expression. His smile was genuine, eyes wide as he listened to the people listen to the song about him. I left my spot from the middle of the room, quickly walking as to not trip in my drunken state. I got to the table in front of Geralt, my smile wide as I extended my hand.

“Care to dance with me witcher?” He cocked a curious eyebrow at me, probably due to my drunken state.

“I'm not much of a dancer, Dove.” He said, making me shake my head walking around the table, and grabbing his arm.

“Neither am I, that's what makes it fun.” He grunted standing, reluctantly following me into the crowd of people who cheered louder for him.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty

O' Valley of Plenty, oh

Toss a coin to Your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty”

Jaskier and the other bards stopped playing and singing, the crowd in front of him continuing the verse. Myself included. The sound of everyone singing my brother's famed song made my heart sore, everything was perfect. Even Geralt was smiling as he let me dance and spin with his hands, once taking his eyes off my body.

“You Witcher are a hero here!” I yellow over the music and crowd. He pulled me into him, his lips capturing my own in a very wet, sloppy kiss, impart due to my drunken state. The alcohol coring in my veins made me want to tear his clothes off then and there and let him have his way with me. But I wasn't drunk enough to let it happen. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him back, the music and people drowning out of my ears as I tasted his lips. Everything about him was so intoxicating.

After a while he pulled back, my lips wet with his salvia, my chest heaving up and down, and my mind racing. I felt dizzy from the kiss.

“Common let’s get you some fresh air, dove.” He whispered, his arm wrapping around my waist as he led me out of the grant hall and onto a balcony. With one look from Geralt, the two love birds who were already out there left without a word. The cool night air hit my face and made me feel less dizzy. I walked over to the stone wall on the balcony, my hands resting on it, cooling me off more. Geralt's arms wrapped around my waist from behind holding me tightly and close to him.

“You are a rather drunk princess.” I giggled and nodded.

“I don't drink very often witcher, it goes straight to my head.” a large yawn interrupted my train of thought. Geralt chuckled and kissed my head.

“Would you like me to take you to bed?” My eyes felt rather heavy, the winemaking me more sleepy as time progressed.

“I'm such a dud, it's not even midnight,” I whined, smacking my hands on the stone softly. Geralt chuckled and ran his hands up and down my arms and shoulders.

“Common, you don't have to push yourself if you're tired.” Geralt started pulling me back to the door leading into the hallway.

“Fine. only because you're so nice to me.” I grumbled as he led me down the hall and into my room. He shut the door behind us as I walked over to the vanity, plopping myself down.

“I hope no one misses me too much. I desperately want out of this dress. It is beautiful but I cannot breathe.” Geralt chuckled from his spot at the door as he watched me attempt to pull the pins and brooches from my hair. I started to get frustrated, my hair being too intricately done for my drunk self.

Geralt wordlessly walked over to me and gently started to help me pull the pins from my hair. His fingers combed softly thru my hair, scratching my scalp gently as he worked to get them out of my hair. The small action was nearly lulling me to sleep in the chair. I heard a knock at the door which snapped me out of my sleepy state, my back straightening.

“Yes?” I turned around and saw Jaskier peeking through the door.

“You vanished, just wanted to check-in.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“I'm a very drunk Jaskier, I desperately want to sleep.’ He walked into the room and towards me. He was carrying a pitcher of water and a cup.

“I figured, drink this and-” He pulled out a vial from his pocket and handed it to me.

“-Vesemir gave this to me, says it is the perfect cure for a hangover. Also gave me one.” I smiled and placed the vile on my vanity along with the water and cup.

“Thank you, Jax.” He smiled and hugged me before turning and leaving to walk out the door, before he did he turned and pointed a finger at Geralt.

“If you decide to do anything dirty with my sister-”

“Jaskier!” I all but shrieked.

“Just, be quiet my room isn't too far away.” I could feel my face turn bright red, my fists balled at my side as I stood from the chair.

“I’m going to kill you.” Geralt’s arm wrapped around my waist pulling me back before I could attack my drunk brother. The door was shut and he was laughing down the hall.

“Such a prick.” I groaned and turned around pouring myself some water and drinking it. I grabbed the vile from the table pulling the cork out. Before it could be brought to my lips Geralt stopped my hand and brought the vile to his nose. He inhaled deeply a few times before realizing my hand,

“Just had to be sure.” I smiled and drank the contents. The taste was vile.

“Oh my god, that is awful,” I said coughing. Geralt laughed softly at me, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Help me unlace my corset?” I turned my back to him. I felt his fingers delicately untied the lace one by one. I took a deep breath, breathing properly again. As the lace was losing the dress started to slip down my body. I quickly caught it before it dropped down my waist. Thankfully my back was to him. I heard him clear his throat.

“My night slip in on the bed, can you hand it to me?” I heard him move before the slip was in front of me.

“Could you, uh turn around?” I asked.

“Of course princess.'' After a minute I turned my head and saw he was facing the other direction. I let the dress fall from my body leaving me all but bare except for my undergarments, I slipped the night slip over my body and gently brushed his back. He turned around and smiled.

“Stay with me?” I asked softly.

“Of course dove.” He led me to the bed, pulling the quilts and sheets back allowing me to crawl in. I watched as he discarded his vest, and shirt leaving him in his tight trousers. My eyes wandered all over his scared torso and arms. He was breathtaking.

“You're staring dove.” He chuckled making me blush, hiding my face in the quilts.

“Can you blame me?” He laughed softly and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up slightly.

“Just to grab something more comfortable to sleep in, Dove.” He walked out the door leaving it open. He returned minutes later, in the same sleep pants he was wearing the night before, less tight. He shut the door and the curtains, walking over to the other side of the bed before getting in.

He scooped me up, placing me closer to him, my head on his firm chest. I could hear his heartbeat it was slow, soothing. His fingers stroked aimlessly over my body. The last thing I felt before sleep took me was his warm lips on my forehead.

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snidgetwidgeon · 4 years ago

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My excitement rivalled Impa’s here when @jabberwockyface brought this scene from my story to life. It is a true delight and I adored the addition of the cuccos!

I have been working on my longfic for quite some time now and was only intending to publish when complete, but this art has me so pumped I thought I’d drop a ‘trailer’ XD

Please enjoy Chapter 1 of Insurrection, a ZeLink story set mainly after the fall of Calamity Ganon

The Horizon

Impa woke early and sighed as she looked up at the large wooden beams in the ceiling of her house. One of the small, lidded lanterns hanging there, usually alight with a soft, golden glow, had gone out during the night. No matter, she thought. An oil refill would just be one of the mundanities to be dealt with over the course of the day. She had always been an early riser, though for the past two decades or so, her aged bladder was demanding she be up at sparrow’s fart to cater to its whims.

She was nestled atop her three red pillows which were stacked like a pyramid. This was where she liked to stay these days, meditating and even sleeping. Her granddaughter, Paya, had long since had the upstairs bedroom to herself.

Rising to stand atop her pillow tower, with quite a few bodily creaks and vocal sound effects, Impa hopped down. She gently removed her large round hat and placed it in the vacated spot, then saw to her ablutions before a morning walk. She poodled around the ground floor of the spacious living quarters, which also doubled as the town hall. Having the largest house in the village was one of the perks of being the Elder. Her seating platform was centrally located toward the rear of the room and looked out across a spacious, open floor plan. Dark blue mats decorated with a diamond pattern sat neatly aligned in rows and served as a comfortable place to sit when village meetings or festive gatherings took place. Her pillow tower looked straight down an aisle, lined with a blue rug, toward large double doors that led outside to the veranda.

Set in a free standing wooden frame behind her perch was a canvas tapestry. Its earthy color palette and tribal art style depicted a very specific history of the Kingdom of Hyrule. There was a large monster embroidered in the center, and it was flanked by what seemed to be a divine person on the left, and a warrior on the right. There were hundreds of machines surrounding them and in each corner were strange animals ridden by pilots of varying races. Due to the nature of the design, it was unclear if they depicted any of the races residing in Hyrule today.

The platform was flanked by two staircases which rose to the back of the house and then turned on ninety degree angles to meet in the middle at the top. To the right and left of her platform on the outside of the stairs were four posts topped with frog guardian statuettes. They bore the red Sheikah symbol on their bellies, an open eye drawn in a minimalist style with a central tear. Various banners and lanterns hung from the rafters, and low shelves lined the walls. Like the other dwellings in Kakariko Village, furnishings and household items were sparse as most Sheikah lived a simple and humble life, free from clutter.

Impa regarded her wide and wrinkly face in the water basin that sat on one of the low shelves. The reflection reminded her of how much time had passed. She splashed the sleep out of her eyes and made her way upstairs to check on Paya, as she did every morning. She favored going up the right staircase, so she could come down the left in a satisfying circle.

Reaching the second floor, she went over to the bed against the back right corner to look upon her sleeping granddaughter. The young woman usually slumbered well into mid-morning as she tended to pray until very late at night. Impa pressed her forehead against Paya’s and their matching, but different colored Sheikah eye tattoos touched. Though she hadn’t meant to cause a stir, Paya yawned and whispered, “Grandmother?”

“Shhh, it’s still very early, dear,” Impa cooed. “Go back to sleep.” She wanted to tell Paya that she stays up much too late praying outside to the village guardians. But she knew the young woman was doing her best to help bring success to their courageous Hero. He needs all the help he can get, she thought earnestly.

Satisfied that all was well with Paya, she headed back down and paused to view the large painting which hung above the low shelves on that side of the house.

The verdant marsh it depicted was spotted with just a few trees and a grey range of hills in the backdrop, topped by fluffy clouds in a blue sky. Toward the rear of the landscape, to the left and right of the center of the canvas, were two weathered stone ruins indicating that this area had not always been a marsh. Spread out in the foreground were some strange looking, bell shaped machines. The one closest to the viewer on the left side of the frame had a single eye-like protrusion in the middle of its bucket-shaped head.

They were all partially sunken into the marsh, becoming overgrown by time. The furthest one had a single, tentacle-like limb sticking out from its wide base, as if it had once been going in that direction. Overall, they seemed oddly out of place- yet also part of the greater scenery. Impa sighed and wondered, like so many times she had sighed in this spot before, if that fateful marsh would ever again reclaim being just a beautiful field.

Time to get moving before breakfast, she decided as she headed for the front door. She had just started to open it before realizing she had forgotten her hat. She tut-tutted herself as she headed back to claim it. One had to look proper if going outside. Her large, straw hat had a very wide and circular red brim which swooped up into a tall metal ornament that brought it to a point. The Sheikah symbol was prominently featured in red on the front. It also had five chains hanging from the brim with axe blade-esque ornaments that swayed metronomically as she walked. Placing her beloved hat on her head, she headed outside.

She was greeted by a bright, blue summer sky and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the golden glow of sunlight spilling over the valley walls. She never tired of this tranquil vista. Tall, steep mountains with weathered, rounded peaks flanked her view to the right. These were aptly named the Pillars of Levia. She followed a flock of ducks with her gaze as they flew over the mountain vale in a perfect v-formation. They passed a lone peak on the left which towered above the forest on the hill behind the village. This small mount had a more flattened mesa at its peak rather than a weathered mound like the others. Another group of birds she couldn’t make out through the bright sunlight swirled around the top.

As she descended her long front steps, she felt content, taking in the sounds and smells of her home. The breeze which blew through the valley from the west carried with it the scent of the grassy slopes and the wooden chimes that were suspended from ropes between posts all around the village, were gently teased into their soft rattle by it. The cuccos added their crow to the morning chorus.

At the base of the steps was a wooden-framed, open gate. She tilted her head slightly to the side so that as she passed under, the ornament of her impressive hat could avoid catching on the three banners hanging there. On either side of the gate were some young plum trees. The lovely white blossoms they produced in spring were something she looked forward to seeing every year. These plum trees, as well as the others scattered around the village, acted as the residents’ protectors, just like the frog statuettes. They also symbolized endurance and prosperity, two values which Impa had instilled in her people for the better part of a century.

She nodded to the guard who kept the late night and early morning watch at her gate. He was adorned in standard Sheikah attire, a pair of beige trousers and a tunic with a high back collar and red trim. A dark blue undershirt could be seen that matched the blue diamond-shaped pattern on his straw hat. His hat was much different than Impa’s in that it appeared to be a woven disc of straw that he folded over his head and strapped under his chin. It also sat prominently forward to allow for his high, white bun to stick out at the back of his head. Some red chopsticks poked stylishly out of the side of his big bun.

Cado returned the nod with a short and respectful bow. “Lady Impa.” He waited for the Village Elder to take several paces before retrieving his quiver from against the gate and followed at a polite, but observant distance. Though her residence was always guarded, he felt he should be extra vigilant about her safety when she ventured out, especially since there had been an unexplained theft not too long ago.

He checked over his gear as he followed Impa through the canyon pass that led north out of the village. On his back he carried a darkwood Phrenic Bow, good for long distance accuracy. On his waist was sheathed an Eightfold Blade, the traditional, single-edged sword of the Sheikah people, and one of the remaining vestiges of their ancient technology. Etched at the blade’s base was the tell-tale eye symbol, believed to offer the user an extra layer of spiritual protection.

Impa walked along at a slow but comfortable pace, enjoying the sound of the breeze whistling through the canyon walls. As she approached a large open gate, one of three marking the entrances to the village, she paused at the sound of a rustle. She looked back at Cado who had drawn nearer, with one hand reaching for the handle of his blade, ready to react to the disturbance.. She merely smiled and shook her head. After taking another step, a lizard dashed out of a tuft of grass and made its escape up the canyon wall.

The north canyon did not lead out of the village as such. After about a ten minute walk, the narrow walls fanned open to a natural platform which offered a scenic, if slightly restricted, view of Hyrule due to the high cliffs on either side. The serenity of this place and the breathtaking view overlooking Hyrule had inspired the community to recognize it as a sacred site. Here they paid their respects at the graves of their loved ones. Unlike Hylian graves, which tended to spread out over an area, the Sheikah piled narrow, upright stones on the left side of the clearing. They were placed without any inclination to create neat rows, and their jumbledness added a certain charm. The only markings were caused by the passage of time, demonstrated by how weathered and overgrown with moss they were.

To the right was a single, large tree, its shade offering a welcome respite to those who visited during the hottest hours of a summer day. Just past the tree stood a simple wooden fence. A precaution for children, or perhaps for those foolish enough to get too close to the drop off overlooking Lake Telta.

At this time of the morning, the sun had yet to reach the clearing, so it was still in the shadow of the cliff walls. Impa slowly shuffled up near the fence, her head bowed in respect as she passed the graves. To offer Impa privacy with her morning prayers, Cado held back just before the canyon opened up.

Goddess Hylia, she prayed, keep Princess Zelda safe within your womb. Lend her your strength so that one day, with the aid of the chosen Hero, she may overcome and banish the Calamity. Even now, as over the course of a century, the Princess was trapped in the castle, bound in an endless battle of wills with the malice of Ganon. Impa would never forget the night the poor young woman had come to the village in ruins.

In those days, she had been assigned as an Adviser to the Royal Family of Hyrule. Her duties in this capacity focused mainly on heading the research into various ancient Sheikah technologies. Her older sister Purah and another scientist, Robbie, ran their own divisions under her guidance. Princess Zelda had eventually joined their ranks as well after she showed a great aptitude for scientific research. During her spare time outside of devotions, she possessed an unrivaled curiosity for a wide array of subjects, which was beneficial to the research teams. Having such a high connection within the Royal Family meant that their work was well funded continuously.

Their efforts were in answer to a prophecy that had been delivered to the Royal Family. It spoke of the revival of a legend known as The Calamity, a primal evil which had risen to plague the land ten thousand years ago. King Rhoam was hoping to use the same means their ancestors had to defend against the possible return of The Calamity. The more they uncovered, the more they realized the legends were true.

Relics, which came to be known as Divine Beasts, were unearthed in various locations across the land. Impa’s teams began an intense study of these artifacts, as well as the many Shrines that dotted all of Hyrule; though they were, as yet, unable to ascertain how to gain access to their inner sanctums. They also uncovered the smaller, autonomous Guardians. Robbie took a great interest in these contraptions and even brought some back to working order.

But Calamity Ganon had outsmarted them.

~~~

As the sun was setting, a young Impa and her team of scientists were concluding their experiments for the day and packing up under the stone pavilion in the castle courtyard. Suddenly, a large rumble echoed around the area, followed by a short earthquake. Everyone fled out from under the roof in case it collapsed but immediately froze in shock upon seeing the castle being engulfed in a swirling pink and black miasma. It circled around and took the shape of a boar-headed demon. A cloud continued erupting into the sky and started to spread, mirroring the overwhelming sense of dread everyone was now feeling. No, we’re not ready!

Before they had time to react, globs of malice erupted from the castle and began to rain down on the ground. The creature roared menacingly to the sky from the epicenter as if to announce its freedom and dominion over all. Impa watched a large glob soar over them like a meteor. She turned northwest to follow its trajectory. Is it possible it was headed for Rito Village?

Someone screamed and she snapped back around to see that the stationary Guardians they had been working with had become active on their own. They were glowing magenta with an evil energy, their heads spinning back and forth as if they were calibrating. Her instincts kicked in and she ordered everyone to grab the most important things. “Take the research! We must get it safely to Kakariko!” At once, people ran in all directions trying to gather their most important work.

Purah ran over to her younger sister and looked at her frantically. “Impa, the Guidance Stone!”

Impa closed her eyes and bowed her head. “We should only save what we can-”

Purah grabbed her arms and Impa looked back up at her in surprise. She was hardly ever so serious. “Anything we take from here will be useless junk unless we have the Guidance Stone to access it. This is not a discussion. It’s a necessity and you know it.”

“Fine. But just us. I’m not risking anyone else going in there.” She looked up towards the high pointed towers of the castle, some now covered in a dark ooze.

“Fine,” Purah acquiesced and started to walk away. “Just us, and Robbie.” Robbie, who had been stuffing schematics into a satchel whipped around at the sound of his name.

Impa grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her back. “What did I just say?!” Suddenly, one of the Guardians stopped spinning its head back and forth and now focused its single blue eye on the Sheikah women, who were too wrapped up in their stare-down to notice.

Robbie paled. “Oh... shit!” They had seconds. His eyes darted around for something, anything... There! A Royal Guard, easily identified by his red tunic under a gold embroidered dark blue tabard, was running their way carrying a large, half-bodied shield.

The Guardian began emitting an ominous beeping noise and a red laser targeted Impa. Robbie pounced on the guard and grabbed his shield away. “Sorry, my man!”

Purah gasped when she saw the red laser on Impa’s shoulder, and utterly terrified, yelled, “Jump back only when I say!”

Impa’s eyes widened in fear as the beeping got faster. Robbie scrambled over to them as the Guardian made a piercing noise, and blue energy shot out of its eye with the intent to destroy. There was a massive ricochet as Robbie parried the energy back at the Guardian with his pilfered shield. Its eerie pink glow fizzled out and it blew to pieces, cogs and gears flying everywhere.

“WOOOOO!” Robbie exclaimed. “Yeah!” He pumped his fists and stretched out a bit. “Man, I saw the Champion do that once and have been wanting to try it ever since.”

Impa, who had ended up huddled on the ground with Purah behind the thrill-seeker, now stood and pulled her sister up as well. “Right, so it’s just us, and Robbie.”

She watched as the rest of the Royal Guard’s unit arrived and set upon the other stationary Guardians before they also had the chance to start working. Robbie returned the shield to the guard he had ambushed and instructed him on the technique to parry the blasts. “The shield should withstand a number of hits this way,” he explained.

Impa’s mind was a flurry of questions. Was the miasma poisonous? How did it take control of the Guardians? Could they make it to the Guidance Stone?

The Royal Guard unit had now taken out the other three legless Guardians, but she feared it was a small victory. The research team tried to settle now that the immediate danger in the vicinity was over, but every noise set them off, causing them to pause and look around like prey at a watering hole.

She then heard members of the Garrison yelling from the Western Gatehouse, “They’re coming out of the pillars! DOZENS!”, “Hylia above, they’re headed for the town!”

Her stomach flipped over as she thought of those monstrous contraptions overtaken by evil. The very machines that were supposed to protect them were instead destroying everything in their path. All those people...

They had to get out. Now.

Her researchers started to panic after also hearing the desperate cries. She had to focus again, lead them. She addressed them in her authoritative tone, “Everyone, stay calm. We’ll make for the docks. The south exit is... compromised.” Impa looked over to see the Royal Guard leaving to heed the cry from the Western Gatehouse.

“Sir Karane!” she called out. She ran over from under the pavilion to hail the Knight who had just led the assault on the stationary Guardians.

Karane held out an arm to stop her men. When the last one fell into line, she turned a pair of steely blue eyes toward Impa and crossed the same arm over her chest, tilting her head forward in respect. “Adviser.”

Impa regarded the soldiers, some of whom seemed itching to get to the battle. Luckily, she had a better fate in store for them. “The ancient tech research team requires an escort. It’s imperative we get this material safely out of the castle.” Karane spared a glance at the scientists stuffing papers and artifacts into any available containers they could find.

“We have a possible escape route via the docks,” Impa continued. Best case scenario is obtaining some horses and a cart for this gear,” Impa continued.

Sir Karane bowed curtly and then turned sharply to address her unit, her red braid whipping behind her. “You heard her men! We are now on special assignment for the Royal Adviser! Three of you with me,” she gestured to the men on her left. “We’re going to commandeer ourselves a ride. You four, make sure the way is clear to the docks. The rest of you escort our scientists!” She held an arm out to Impa and they clasped each other’s wrists.

“Thank you, Sir Karane.” Robbie and Purah came up beside Impa and she nodded their way to indicate to Karane that they would be working together. “We must retrieve the Guidance Stone. We’ll do our best to meet you there. If these things find you,” she looked towards the felled Guardians, “then leave without us!”

“I’ll give you an hour.”

Impa nodded. “If we don’t make it, there is another stone at the Royal Ancient Lab. I imagine they are doing the same and taking what they can.” She regarded the remaining regiment. “Can you spare your fastest guard from this lot and have them instruct the other team to rendezvous with us in Kakariko?”

“A solid plan, leave it to me.” Karane walked away and yelled, “Konba! I hope you’ve had your rushrooms.”

Impa then left her team in good hands as she went to fetch the Guidance Stone with her sister and Robbie; who was grinning, as he’d acquired himself another shield.

It was a rather large blessing that when they arrived at the docks, the research team was still there, unharmed. It seemed like they got ahead of the Calamity just enough to slip out the back, though the same couldn’t be said for the residents of Castle Town. Impa tried not to think about it as she helped shove the cart with the Stone and its activation pedestal onto the boat.

They made it across the river in the two boats which had been moored at the docks, and battled their way up the sloped bank. The ones who weren’t pushing stared blankly across the river at the scene of destruction unfolding before their eyes. The ones who didn’t want to see busied themselves with helping. Once they reached the grassy Irch Plain, they moved quickly without resting to scale the Elma Knolls. These would at least provide them some cover before heading east. It was unsettling to be so close to a pillar behind the castle, but it appeared that, at least for now, the invasion was focused on Hyrule Field.

After retreating to her village, which was currently safe in the mountains, Impa had sent out a search party for Zelda. She stood in the same spot near the graveyard under the tree, looking in horror at the castle across Hyrule Field. It was still engulfed in a swirling black and magenta miasma. The giant pillars, the existence of which she was aware but had never seen before they had risen out of the ground, were angled toward the castle. They had originally been meant for protection and housed the Guardians that, in the past, defended Hyrule. But all the Guardians had been turned against them, and the pillars were now menacing rather than a comfort. She thought they looked like the fingers of a demon come to enclose the castle in its grasp.

At the base and to the left of the ominous cloud was a wide, orange glow. Castle Town was destroyed; engulfed in flames.

~~~

When Zelda was later escorted into Kakariko, Impa discovered she was there on a mission, and had come bearing a request. She was a bit weak on her feet, but refused rest and clean clothes. Even though she was muddy and her white prayer dress was in tatters, she would not be deterred.

The worst had befallen the Kingdom and she just had one hope: that their Hero would return one day, as she saw when the Master Sword spoke to her. She sat in Impa’s old house at the time, bathed in a soft yellow light from the lanterns. She explained to Impa and the other scientists, her friends, Purah and Robbie, “Link must regain control of the Divine Beasts! Ganon has taken them from us. He controls them now and… and the Champions were… they’re gone.” Her hard stare and exhaustion made it look as if she was going to cry, but at this point she was out of tears, trying desperately to replace them with determination.

Impa felt a weight pool in her gut at the news. So the malice she had seen heading for Rito Village was meant for Vah Medoh, and spelled Champion Revali’s doom. She thought of each Champion, having returned to their Divine Beasts, only to find a deadly trap. She was silent for a moment, unsure; wondering if she should offer comfort or if that would merely be a distraction at this point. Her sister was fiddling with random items she could reach on the table, but rather than be annoyed, she knew it was Purah’s way of dealing with stress.

Zelda then gave a weary sigh and continued. “There’s a chance that Link may not retain some of his memories while in the shrine, so I have an idea of how to help him when he wakes.”

Impa nodded and silently agreed with Zelda’s sentiment. It was when he wakes, she thought, not if he wakes. It was best to be thinking positively in such dire circumstances.

“Purah,” Zelda looked at Impa’s sister, who stopped braiding the frayed threads of the tablecloth as if she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. “I sent the Slate with Link and the Sheikah who found us to the Shrine of Resurrection. He’s going to need it when he awakens.” She paused and then added, “For guidance and access.”

She thought back to her discovery of the towers underground, the existence of which she had not yet been able to discuss with anyone due to trying to keep her research a secret from her father. He would have her only praying to awaken her power, rather than try to help in any other way. So she had been biding her time, not knowing that it would soon run out.

Now, there was only time to act, so she focused on the most important things and didn’t bother to elaborate. Telling Purah and Robbie about the towers was pointless anyway since only Link, as the chosen Hero, would be able to access them.

“I need you to take the contents of the Compendium out of the Slate and keep them in your Guidance Stone. Hopefully the images, or visiting the places where I took the pictures, will help him remember things.”

Purah agreed and nodded, “The Guidance Stone will keep them safe.” She stood from her chair and looked over at Robbie. He seemed to be lost in the shadow of self-loathing, head down and fists clenched at his knees, all previous bravado gone. “Robbie, let’s go see to Link. He’s not going to heal himself.” Robbie looked at Zelda sadly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to. Purah snapped his attention away. “Quick smart!”

They made to leave the house and prepare their things when Zelda called out, “Purah wait! The last picture in the Compendium. Can you delete it but keep a paper copy like the one you made of us before? When the Champions were alive and happy. He should remember that last. It was where he… where I…” She tried, but couldn’t bring herself to talk about what had just happened, “it was where we parted,” she finished, while lowering her eyes in emotional defeat. “I don’t want him to be overwhelmed right after he returns to us.”

Purah blinked her red eyes, suddenly feeling trapped into a sense of responsibility that felt heavier than putting Link into an untested machine. That’s going to be fascinating- Focus Purah!

“I… of course I can make a copy, Princess.” She looked furtively over to Impa. It was one thing for the Guidance Stone to hang onto something in its database, but she, personally? She thought of the state of her workspace at the Royal Ancient Lab, which probably didn’t look so different now that it had most likely been reduced to rubble.

Impa knew her sister well and fought off a massive eye-roll in the presence of the Princess. “Once you are finished in the Shrine, bring me the picture and I will keep it safe for Link,” she offered reassuringly.

Purah visibly relaxed. “Sure thing, Sis.” She prodded Robbie to open the door as he was nearest.

Robbie slid it open and before stepping out, softly spoke to Zelda. “Good luck.” He couldn’t manage much more than that.

Purah looked back at Zelda, looking so small and forlorn, and stuck her chin out with conviction. “Zelly,” she said, “You give that Ganon bastard what for. And don’t get dead!” She followed Robbie out and the room suddenly felt heavier in her absence.

Impa placed her hand on Zelda’s shoulder, and though the young woman was doing everything she could to remain brave and strong, she was shaking. Impa was certain that there was a good amount of fear behind that shaking, but if any part of it was due to lack of nourishment, she wasn’t having it. “Let’s get you something to eat and drink before you go.”

Zelda’s head snapped up. “No, I should leave right away. I’ve already stayed too long. The more time I take, the farther the Guardians can go. They’re laying waste to the Kingdom!”

Impa tutted, “As if I’d let you face Ganon on an empty stomach. What would Sir Link say!?”

~~~

Since that day, Impa prayed for her Princess, overlooking a horizon that never changed. She eventually married, had a child, and then a grandchild. And though her life had known massive loss, and this sacred ground where she stood was for mourning, it was also a place of hope. Hope that one day the Hero would return, and things would change. As more time went by, she became uncertain if she would see Link again. She had started to seriously consider passing Zelda’s message on to Paya should he wake after her death.

But he had come, and with him, an ever-changing vista as he reclaimed the Divine Beasts from Ganon’s control one by one. His successes were revealed to her when she would come out here to pray. The Beasts aimed their divine light as red beams towards the castle from their respective perches across the land, ready to fire when the Hero finally faced his evil foe.

Now there was only one hurdle left, though it was certainly the highest. Before Link was awake, Impa had given most of her prayers to Zelda. But since his return, she prayed for his boundless courage to succeed in the fight against Calamity Ganon. For if he failed, she couldn’t imagine the dark world her granddaughter would inherit.

Impa finished her prayers and raised the brim of her hat to look at the castle on the horizon. She sucked in a breath as she took in a change to the scenery she’d been waiting to see for a hundred years. The cloud of malice had gone. “Eeeeee!” She gave a toothy grin and smacked her thigh.

At the sound of her shriek, Cado rushed over, his weapon drawn. “Lady Impa, what is it!?” She practically barreled past him at top old lady speed, leaving him confused as to where the danger was. He, too, then saw the castle and chin dropped silently agape.

“Cado!” She yelled, while hobbling back to the village. “Get everyone to make preparations. The Princess is coming!”

She rushed toward the house and almost ran over a cucco that unfortunately strutted in front of her gate. It squawked and flapped out of the way at the last second, allowing her to huff up the stairs. Cado, who was following just behind, picked up his panicked cucco and scratched under her wings until the cuddle calmed her down.

“You’re ok, my lovely. The mean old lady was rude, wasn’t she?” He whispered. He waited until Impa was safely inside before walking across the main path to the Inn to inform Ollie to prepare a suitable place for the Hero and the Princess. Lady Impa would want only the very best hospitality that Kakariko could offer.

Ollie blinked as he groggily woke up from sleeping at his desk, and stated, “Hey, no cuccos allowed in the- wait,” he squinted, “a princess is coming?”

Cado lifted an eyebrow and sighed in annoyance. “I’m holding her, she just had a scare.” He stroked the cucco’s tail feathers. “Did you not hear anything I just said?” The Innkeeper just blinked slowly again, so he raised his voice, “The Calamity is gone, Ollie. The Hero was successful, and now Lady Impa is sure that he is to arrive here with the Princess at any moment!”

Ollie now made an ‘O’ of realization with his mouth and gazed off into space. After a moment passed he looked back at Cado. “Well, I’ll be.”

“Yes. So make sure they have every comfort,” Cado repeated as he turned around to make his way back to his post. He paused at the open door and looked back at Ollie, his cucco now tucked under one arm clucking softly. His stern stare implied that he needed affirmation.

“Right, right.” Ollie waved with a dorky half-smile. Cado, now satisfied, slid the door closed behind him. Ollie immediately slouched again. I’ll get to it in a bit, he thought before swiftly falling back asleep. Claree, who ran the tailor shop in town, was convinced he was actually a cat who could shapeshift into a Sheikah because of how often he slept.

As Impa entered the house, she yelled for her granddaughter “Paya! Paya, wake up!”

Paya’s eyes flew open and she kicked her covers off, her feet thumping on the upper level as she rushed to her grandmother’s call. Impa had only made it halfway up the lower steps when she ran into a descending flurry. “Grandmother! What’s wrong?! Are you ok?” Her two red hair bun chopsticks, which she usually forgot to take out before bed, had come loose during sleep and fell out, clattering down the stairs. She paid them no mind as she dropped to her knees in front of the small woman to immediately begin looking for injuries.

Before she had a chance to become too frantic, Impa took Paya’s hands into her own and gave a toothy grin, wherein a gap on the top left added an endearing charm of age. “Be still, child. I’m fine. All of Hyrule will be fine. Our Hero has done it!” She squeezed Paya’s hands in excitement. “Sir Link and Princess Zelda have rid us of The Calamity!”

Paya gasped. She began thinking of so many things at once. Is Link ok? Is the Princess ok? Did her fervent devotion help them even in some small way? How can she help now? “But Grandma, does this mean-?”

“Yes, dear. I think they’re coming.”

“Eeeee,” Paya jumped up suddenly, “I have to clean my room!” She rushed back upstairs and then turned around and came back down to grab her chopsticks. Then she scurried up the stairs again. Impa chuckled as she heard furniture moving and things being tossed around. It was amusing because Paya’s room was already spotless; but yes, a place would need to be made for Zelda. And she would be welcome to stay as long as she’d like.

Impa made her way slowly down the stairs now and back to her pillows. At long last, she thought. Today was certainly no longer mundane. Ah, yes, the oil. “Paya!” She barked as she settled onto the top cushion, “When you’re done up there, one of the lamps needs a refill!” Can’t have the place looking anything but perfect for the Princess.

“Yes, Grandma!” Came the muffled reply.

Impa looked over at the painting on the wall again and thought back to a time when this future was still uncertain.

Link had just returned to her after visiting the place detailed in the frame. He seemed very unsettled and wasn’t his usual self. Or, at least, he was unlike his new self. He was actually emulating his old self quite a bit. Stoic, measured, and a bit guarded. Zelda was right. It would have been too hard for him to remember so much all at once. He now reminded her of how Zelda had been the night she left to face Ganon on her own, trying to be so brave.

“You’re troubled by what you’ve remembered.” She peered at him from her perch in a way that made him feel like she could tell what he was thinking. “You haven’t lost your courage though. So what’s weighing on your mind?”

Link sat on his knees before her on one of the blue mats, free of his gear which he had left leaning by the door. He carefully considered his answer. Looking down at his blue Champion’s tunic, he let out a soft, ironic sniff at how it was the very same he’d worn that terrible night. The night he almost died. It must have either been remade entirely, or so lovingly repaired, that it did not show any of the damage it had once sustained.

His eyes moved over the painting on the wall and he marveled at how a decoration, which before today was so unassuming and almost lost to the background, could now stir so many emotions from one glance. The Guardians in the frame, which were now still and decaying, had been there in the marsh, glowing magenta under Ganon’s control. Hunting them.

As he remembered, he was surprised at the sense of fear that it brought back. In the past few months he had become proficient in fighting all types of Guardians, especially with the ancient weapons that Robbie had since created. But experiencing that night again, hearing the sound of the gears turning, and the thumping of their spidery legs on the ground as they searched for anything and everything to destroy, that really unsettled him. Perhaps because he had failed.

The Chosen Hero had managed to defeat so many of the machines as he and Zelda fled south from the castle; a feat that no other warrior of Hyrule could accomplish. But they never stopped, never tired. They were relentless. And when he had nothing left to give but his very body as a shield, a golden light and a comforting warmth spread over him, and somehow he knew that he was finally free to relax, to let go. Zelda was holding him, and then there was darkness for a century, until her voice reached him, urging him to wake up.

He focused again on Impa, who, in her wisdom, was waiting patiently for his response. He thought the Princess now seemed familiar. But she also still felt like someone he did not know. “I’m just not sure what to do for her if I defeat Ganon.”

“When.” Impa corrected.

Link smirked, “Very well. When.” He couldn't seem to stop the smirk from turning into a genuine smile as he considered her faith in him. He appreciated the interjection of positive thought, even when it was delivered with a bit of sass.

There he is, Impa mused.

“As her sworn Knight Attendant,” she began, then squinted at him and added as an aside, “should you wish to still honor that oath?”

Link nodded his head forward slightly in agreement, so she continued, “Then it would be best to simply follow her wishes.” She paused a moment and, after considering other possible outcomes besides the ideal, mentioned, “Of course, should she be worse for wear, bring her to Kakariko and we will take care of her. At least here she will have someone who knows her if you have not regained your memories by then.”

Link stood and bowed respectfully before taking his leave. He knew that she had not meant the statement to be a slight, but it still stung. Not remembering his past made him feel like he was failing all over again.

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‘Perfect Timing’ - One-Shot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Crack/ Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: curse words

A/N: Unedited cuz it’s 2AM/Gotta thank my fav beta reader @sugaa-sugaaa for bearing with me and my shenanigans

Summary: Tae and his girlfriend want time off bangtan but does bangtan want the same? AKA Jimin is petty xD

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"Are you ready?" You whispered to him.

"Ready!" He whispered back.

The time on your phone read 2:30AM. The perfect time for sneaking out of a house full of 20 something year-olds, who want to spend their time-off together with their best friends at a secluded country club, but one of them wanted to escape the place, to spend that time with his girlfriend.

"Ow! Tannie! That was my finger!"

"Shhh! Don't yell at Tannie and hurry up!"

Usually Yeontan doesn't bite, but Taehyung had been bribing him with a beef jerky, so he wouldn't bark, as you guys made your way through the house. You both swung your backpacks over your shoulder, phones in your pocket and Tannie in arms.

Taehyung's room was the last in corridor, which meant that you had to walk by all of the other boy's rooms in order to make it to the stairs and to the front door, to then walk to the main gate and get in the uber that would be arriving soon to take you to the airport.

You turned the knob for the door and pulled it open, making sure you made little to no noise.

You were aware of the creaking sound all the doors in this house made when they were being opened or closed and it the middle of the night, someone was bound to hear it.

You fully exited the room, making sure your step is inaudible and soon after Taehyung followed with Yeontan in his arms as he clicked the door closed behind him.

In front of you, a long hallway with 4 doors to each side, remained. On each side of the hall, one of the doors was a bathroom and the remaining ones were bedrooms.

The first doors you walked by, were Jungkook’s to the left and Hoseok’s to the right. You are almost certain that Hoseok was knocked the heck out, but Jungkook might have been up late.

You signaled Taehyung to wait until you went first, that way you could check if any lights could be seen coming from under the door.

You went past the door without a problem and so did Tae right after.

The next 2 doors were Namjoon’s to the left and Jin’s to the right. Both were dangerous. Jin could be gaming and Namjoon could be reading or producing or writing or whatever a Kim Namjoon does with his free time at 2:00AM.

Tae made a sign, stating he would go first, since he could recognize if there was any shuffling behind the doors better than you could.

He signed once more that the coast was clear, and you quickly ran to his side.

The next 2 doors were easy. They were both bathrooms, however right after them, the last two doors remained, where Yoongi and Jimin slept. Yoongi to the left and Jimin to the right.

Right when you were a little past the bathroom and sighing in relief.

*Bark-bark*

Your eyes widened and searched for Tea's, whose features matched your expression.

You heard noise coming from one of the doors you had already passed by and started to panic.

You bumped into each other twice, frantically shifting around as you thought about what to do.

Suddenly you felt like you were being pulled back, you yelped a little and your mouth was quickly covered by a hand.

Taehyung had pulled you both into the bathroom and locked yourselves inside.

Almost instantly a knock came from the door.

"Tae? Are you in there?"

Jin.

He cleared his throat before answering.

"Ye-Yeah!"

"Is Yeontan with you?"

"Yeah! Sorry if he woke you up."

"Nah, it's ok. I just thought he was out here alone."

"O-oh okay"

"Alright. Night Tae!"

"Night hyung."

Once you both heard the door to his room click. You sighed and he dropped his hand from your mouth.

"You know, we wouldn't have to be doing this, if you knew how to say no once in a while."

"I tried babe, but Guk was being whiny."

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to open the door. Taehyung's hand stopped you, stating he should go first to make sure Jin was back in his room and you guys had a free path.

You nodded once to agree with his planned and looked at the time on your phone once more.

2:40AM

You watched as half of his body stayed within the bathroom while the other half peeked around the hallway.

Once he was sure you were good, he offered you his hand to hold and swiftly pulled you out of the bathroom.

By now you only had two more doors to go plus the stairs.

Jimin and Yoongi had been easier than you had initially thought, and you were soon at the top of the stairs.

Ready to bolt for the front door, you skipped down the steps, freedom showing in your stride, however midway down the staircase, you noticed the light in the den was on, making you halt abruptly. The sudden stop caused Taehyung to crash into you and drop Yeontan, who squeaked and ran straight to the den.

"Oh, hey boy! What are you doing down here all by yourself?"

Jimin.

You looked at Tae furrowing your brows as he whisper-argued back that that it was your fault for stopping randomly on a flight of stairs.

"Stop yelling, give me your bag and go get Tan. I'll sneak out through the door in the kitchen. Meet me by the side gate."

Taehyung nodded once, then proceeded to remove his backpack and hand it to you as he walked towards the den and you made your way towards the kitchen.

"Oh! Taehyung! What are you doing up so late?" The young man asked your boyfriend, as he walked into the room where the light was coming from.

This was your opportunity to dash to the kitchen and head for the back door, however not before hearing the rest of the conversation.

"I was in the bathroom and Tan ran down here...."

A pregnant minute went by before anyone said anything else and your nerves were starting to buzz, making you want to bite at your nails as a coping method.

"You're ditching us.... aren’t you?" Jimin’s voice was firm yet calm.

"I...I...." Taehyung stumbled at his words, probably trying to think of something to deny the statement.

"Where is she? Y/n noona, stop hiding and get here... No one goes to the bathroom in jeans and a cap." You could almost see him giving you that smartass eyebrow-raise, face-palming at his sentence. Neither of you had thought about that.

"Heard that..."

You sighed deeply and slowly walked towards the den. Stupid Jimin, why he gotta be so clever at 2 AM

As you made yourself enter the room, Jimin sat with his legs crossed on the grey sofa, while Taehyung stood stiffly in front of him with Tan now back in his arms.

He wasn't looking at you, his eyes were trained on is book, simultaneously placing a bookmark on the page where he had probably ended before your interruption.

His glasses rested at the end of his nose, while he glanced at you from over the top of the specs.

"Hi Jimin..."

“Ah~ She finally shows her face.”

You gave Jimin a tight guilty grin and adjusted the backpacks on your shoulder.

“So…where are you going?”

He addressed both of you, but Taehyung threw a glance your way, just to see your reaction before answering.

Your face remained stoic. Jimin was getting no info out of you. He would sell it to Jungkook for 20 bucks and ship him there himself.

“I’m sorry Jimin-ie, we can’t tell you that. You’ll let the others know…”

In your head you were squealing. Yes, Tae!

“I mean, I could wake all of them now…”

“You wouldn’t…would you? We are soulmates…”

A slight change in demeanor flew past Jimin’s profile, however it soon returned to his playful ways, his eyes closing slightly as a cheshire cat smile appeared on his lips.

“Ok. Tae… since you are my soulmate…I won’t lie to you. I’m telling.” You both froze in place, your hand quickly reaching your boyfriend’s to brace yourself for what was to come.

“However, I’ll give you guys some advantage…Are you ok with that y/n noona?” Now he was looking at you directly. That punk.

“What’s the advantage, Jimin-ie?” You asked a bit afraid of his little games.

Tae squeezed your hand a bit, reassuring you that everything would be fine.

“I’ll give you guys 3 hours before I let everyone know you are gone.”

You both checked your phones. The time read 3:00AM.

You had already wasted way too much time trying to get out of this dumb house, there was no other option but to take his offer.

“Fine.” You muttered under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that noona?”

“I said that’s fine.” The uber was already outside, the driver had texted you while you dealt with this situation and you quickly answered you were going to be right there.

“Well the clock is ticking…tick-tock, Tae Tae and y/n.” He said giggling, as he returned to his spot on the sofa and back to his book.

You quickly pulled Tae by the hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Next time I see that miniature of a human, I’m glazing his donuts with mayo.” You murmured.

“What was that babe?”

“Nothing, get running the uber is here.”

The exit from the house and the gates were seamless. You ran to the uber and apologized to the driver for wasting his time as you headed towards the airport.

Check-in at the airport was smooth and so was boarding.

The time on your phone showed.

5:00AM

All was going as planned and you could not be happier.

Once you arrived at your destination. You felt safer. A whole country separating you guys from the rest of your friends.

Quickly catching a taxi to the bus terminal, you remembered why you wanted to bring Tae to that place. It was a secluded set of islands you had once seen online. They promised peace, quiet and privacy, while still having the basic needs nearby and there was little to no risk of other people finding you, AKA the rest of Bangtan.

You bought your tickets for the bus and once you were called for boarding, you were once again sitting in comfortable seats, resting your legs.

The drive was nearly 5 hours, however the gift that you received the moment you arrived, was worth all the troubles taken to get there.

The time was now

2:00PM

Several small buildings decorated the end of the land portion and where land ceased to exist, docks connected it to the sea. All buildings had different colors that created a friendly atmosphere for tourists.

You could see several speedboats coming and going, bringing people from the different islands that could be seen in the horizon.

“Y/n...” That was the reaction you were hoping to get. His eyes so shiny and wide, full of wonder.

“Beautiful, right?”

You walked hand in hand towards the building suggested by the bus driver and purchased tickets for the speedboats that would take you to your designated island, which was apparently named Dragon island and was one of the largest locations.

The speedboats were larger than you thought. Fitting at least 6 people per boat.

Chairs were built-in for a comfortable trip and a small space was created in the back for luggage to be placed.

Your baggage was soon secured and in no time, you were headed towards the little island that would be your secret lair for the next 2 weeks,

The trip was nearly 30 minutes, waves causing the journey to be a bit bumpy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

The Island was remarkably similar to the place where the docks were located.

Colorful buildings everywhere, they ranged from restaurants, to shops and bars and the owners seemed to live on the top part of the building, so cozy. The best part of it all, was you surrounded by the beautiful ocean and the golden sand under your feet as you held the hand of your bestest boy.

Now it felt like a vacation.

You were guided to a small golf cart where your backpacks were placed and ready to go.

The driver sat upfront, while you and Tae sat in the back.

The warm breeze felt so nice on your skin and you watched little kids run around and other tourists stroll the streets.

Beside you, Taehyung took pictures of everything that went by him. The sky, the people, the food stands, other golf carts, you.

“Do you know how much I love you right now?!” He was so excited, he wouldn’t stay put, causing the driver to chuckle a bit.

“Is that what it takes to make you love me more? Do you wanna go to the Bahamas next year?” You laughed and so did the driver once more.

“Is it your first time here?”

“Yes!” You both replied excited.

The man ended up being very helpful, giving you suggestions on places to visit, food to taste and even the best places where to take amazing pictures.

Kim Taehyung was stoked!

“Thank you very much Sir!”

“You are very welcome! Enjoy your stay!”

Now finally in your villa and ready for a day of relaxation after so much traveling.

3:00PM

You and Tae swiftly changed and headed for the water while Yeontan stayed in the villa.

The water was warm, helping you relax even further.

Your boyfriend took this time to do what he had been missing for so long. Being as lovey-dovey as possible.

He wrapped your legs around him and swam aimlessly as he carried you, he gave you ‘exfoliating’ massages with sand, he intertwined your fingers together to pull you closer when you went too far away from him and he kissed you softly for hours whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

“I love you…I love you so much.” He said between kisses as he placed your arms around his neck.

“I love you too…more than you know.”

The first night had been a success. You had a 5-course gourmet meal arranged for you at the villa and accompanied it with fruit punch, because that’s what you and Tae liked.

7:00PM

The morning after was still filled with bliss. Your boyfriend cuddling you as if you were going to escape, but you never complained. In fact, you liked it when he clinged to you in his sleep.

You stretched over him in bed to check for the time on your phone.

10:00AM

“Tae…Baby…Wake up. We should get breakfast.”

You had no rush, so you let him take his time to get out of bed. Once you were both up and ready to go, the time was closer to lunch than to breakfast.

Tae had remembered the words of the driver the day before and decided to go there for lunch, since it wasn’t very far from your villa.

1:00PM

Once in the small restaurant, you headed towards a table near the back, while Taehyung placed your orders.

He returned faster that you had expected.

“They only had pineapple or orange?”

“Pineapple please.”

He went back to finish placing the order and returned to the table you had chosen.

You both enjoyed your food as you talked about the activities you wanted to do for the rest of the day.

Now with a plan set and a small list in mind, you stand and get ready to head out of the establishment, however in your carelessness, you had hit someone with the door.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry; I didn’t mean t-” You began to apologize.

2:00PM

“That’s ok Noona. We’ve been looking for you.” You know that voice.

“Jungkook?!” Tae just had to confirm it.

“If he’s here then-”

“Has no one ever told you, you should turn of your GPS, Y/n Noona?”

You turned around slowly, fire in your eyes.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds Park Jimin…10…9…”

“Why are you guys even here?” Tae asked addressing Jungkook.

“Hyung said it would be fun to make noona miserable and that 2 o’clock would be the perfect timing…”

“Why though-” The rest of Taehyung’s question is cut short as you returned fuming.

“The rest of our friends are also here!” And like magic they all started appearing from behind her.

“Surprise!”

“I hate 2:00 O’clock!”

#btsboulangerie #bangtanscenery #btsghostie #btsnoonanet #hobicomeholla29 #taehyung x reader #taehyung x woc #bts x woc

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vampiricfairy · 4 years ago

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I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 1:

Words: 1282

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: a bit of violence

A/N: yes the title is a My Chemical Romance reference, just because I think the song inspired me a little xD I think it's a bit obvious on what I'm doing with this fanfiction, sorry if it is. Anyways, English is not my first language so uhh- but have fun!!

Sneaking down the steps with your skateboard in your arms you sighed to yourself as you took out your phone, to look at the time.

11:40PM

Your eyes widened as you realized you would be late to meet your friends in the park, they probably already were waiting in the park in London. As soon as you ran down all the stairs and were outside, you stepped on your skateboard and started to skate away.

You frowned when you saw the dark path that led through the park to the area where you were supposed to meet your friends, you gulped as you started skating through there in extreme speed. You almost lost your balance a couple times but the adrenaline rushing through your veins was enough to prevent that from happening. Something about that dark area really freaked you out.

You heard your friends laughter and saw them, they were blasting music on their speaker and you smiled happily as you gave the three of them a hug. “Y/N!! You are awfully late! We already ate all the pizza, but we do have another Monster if you want one!” Said your oldest friend, Chad. Unlike you and your friends he was American, your friend Caroline, short Caro had the honour to date him.. Or misfortune depending on how you perceived their relationship. Your friend Lucy, not Lucy Westenra, you hated Lucy Westenra. Lucy was quiet as she watched the three of you mess around.

“Lucyyy!! Earth to Lucy!! Come on let’s have some fun!!” Said Chad as he grabbed you by your waist, in awe of his tight grab and you laughing, you spilled quite some of your pink Pipeline Punch Monster onto his pants. You also lost your balance and fell onto his lap as Caroline shot you a death glare.

“Get of my boyfriend Y/n!” Caro exclaimed.

“Calm down Caro! It’s all cool, alright?!” Chad rolled his eyes.

It didn’t take long for the two to have a full blown argument.

Lucy seemed slightly off, she was an astrology nerd and you just assumed she was making herself overthink.

“Lucy? Are you alright?” You asked.

“Y-yes. I have to go now- my mom is going to kill me if I stay out any longer-“

You frowned as Lucy ran away. Usually she didn’t care about what her mom had to say.. Before a few minutes passed by, you realized that you were alone. You assumed that Chad and Caroline both disappeared and broke up or something.

You grabbed your skateboard and were about to skate away as.. You felt two hands wrap around your neck..

You screamed and kicked the person in between the legs, the person seemed to be in a bit of pain.

It all went so fast.

You ran into the arms of another person.. Or thing? The next thing you knew was that you were somewhere completely else.

“Shhh, you’re safe.” Said the voice of the person that held you, definitely a guy.

You looked up to see a fairly young man, dressed in.. Weird clothes. He was dressed like somebody from the Victorian Era, you would know since you had a slight interest in that Era. You weren’t complaining, he actually looked good. Nonetheless he was a stranger, who just brought you to the other side of town. But he also saved you from being choked.

He actually looked.. Familiar? You felt like you knew him, by the way he held you aswell..

“I-I than you???” You said, well more asked. “How did you do that?!” You asked. “Wait, who are you?”

He interrupted you, before you could say more things in a very confused manner. “No problem and.. My name is Jonathan Harker.” He said he took your hand and kissed the back of your hand.

You noted that he ignored your second question and also noted that he acted weirdly. What did he think? It’s 2020 and not 1890 or something. But the name Jonathan Harker did seem familiar, you weren’t sure where you had heard it before, maybe because it was just a generic name.

“My name is Y/N Y/L-“ You said.

“Y/N Y/L,” He repeated as his blue eyes met your E/C eyes, “have we met before?” He asked.

It took you a second to reply as you seemed to have lost yourself in his beautiful blue eyes, “I’m.. Not sure?” You said, well, more asked. “What’s with the other guy who tried to kill me?” You asked him.

Jonathan frowned, “don’t think about it, dear. Go home, stay at home during the dark and lock all doors. Do not answer any voice asking you whether it could enter, not even if it sounds like my voice, you understand?”

“But why?”

“He won’t harm you that way, let me walk you home.” He said, his face a bit stern.

“I- alright.” You didn’t want to prey on his answer, although he sure as hell was acting weird. You and him walked to your apartment as you were carrying your skateboard.

“How old are you?” You asked him.

Jonathan hesitated, he was aware he had slept around 123 years but he wasn’t sure how to tell you he was around 150 years old. Due to his vampire being he somehow looked like he was still in his middle 20’s. “Oh, well... That question is a bit complicated, darling.”

You didn’t frankly understand but you were too tired to ask after everything that had happened. You shouldn’t have gone for thigh heights, a hockey skirt and a cropped tank top. “I’m cold..” You blurted out.

Jonathan took his jacket off and handed it to you, “it is very cold indeed. But just take my jacket.”

You put his jacket on, it was slightly oversized and too long on you. Before you knew it, the two of you stood in front of your apartment in the middle of London. Your family owned a couple of well known businesses, therefore you could afford yourself quite a few luxuries.

“Um.. Thank you for saving me, I guess?” You said as you gave him his jacket back.

“It’s no problem, Y/N, really. Would you mind giving me your.. Phone number?” Jonathan asked, he looked a little embarrassed.

“Oh yeah, sure!!” You said as you pulled out your phone and he gave you his. You dialled in his number in your phone and called him to get his number as he.. Didn’t know how it worked apparently? However you saved your number in his phone and sent him a text as you explained to him how everything worked. Petty patiently too.

“Good night.” You said and yawned.

“Yes, have a good rest Y/N.” He said and walked off.

You snuck upstairs and into your apartment, and then up the staircase to your fairly big room. You dressed into your pyjamas and got ready for bed, taking off your make up.

Before heading to bed you went into the kitchen for a glass of water, on the kitchen counter you found a note saying.

We’re on a business trip honey, it was an emergency. We’ve transferred money on your bank account and you know where to find money.

Tomorrow your aunt is going to come over to look how you’re doing, have fun Sweetie and be careful.

You were annoyed. Typical for your parents to just leave you alone. Upon finishing your glass of water and taking a bottle of water and walked upstairs to your room again.

Even though you were tired you kept repeating the events of today.. Heck, you fell asleep at one point in time and didn’t even notice.

#bbc dracula #dracula #dracula bbc #dracula netflix #jonathan harker x reader #i never told you what i do for a living #jonathan harker #count dracula

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ak47stylegirl · 5 years ago

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Don’t Trust a Foxowl...

How could a day go so horribly wrong, so fast? - Scott Tracy. (Okay, I’m doing more Tracy Elves! XD I hope you guys like the drawing and fic XD)

Scott pov.

He jumped between branches, making his way up to the high platform his family owned. There were easier ways to get to it, he didn’t need to climb but he found this more fun, more exciting.

Though his mother and father would have a fit if they knew, he thought to himself with a small grin as he made the jump from one giant branch to another, his leather satchel swinging about in the wind. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t climbing over open air, he was just taking a shortcut, nothing for them to panic about…

He was almost one hundred and forty,(14) he wasn’t a little Elfling anymore, he could look after himself, he thought as he dropped down onto the platform, dropping his bag on the floor, his parchment and bottle of ink spilling out.

He loved this place…He thought as he closed his eyes and took in the fresh air, his big pointy ears taking in the sounds of the birds singing and chirping. He grinned as he took in the wonderful view, this was one of the best places to watch a sunset…

There were a couple more platforms where the canopy gave way to this amazing view, one of them being within climbing distance to the one he was on now, he thought as he spotted his brother Virgil on the other platform, his art supplies scattered around him.

Should have known Virg would be out here, he thought with a chuckle as he sat down on the timber floor of the platform. He grabbed his parchment and opened his ink bottle, dipping the tip of his quill into the ink, getting to work on his homework.

———

He almost had his homework finished when he heard something landed on the platform. He looked up in surprise, his eyes widening as he spotted a foxowl sitting just a metre away from him, looking at him curiously.

He had heard stories and seen paintings of foxowls, his father said they could not be trusted, that they were sneaky little thieves. His mother said they were just very curious creatures, they didn’t mean any harm. They weren’t known to live around this area, so to see one right in front of him was a surprise.

“Um hi there..” he said softly, giving the creature an uneasy smile, feeling uncertain about the whole situation. Foxowls wasn’t known to be aggressive towards elves but they were still a wild animal and those teeth did look really sharp.

“Um, what are you doing so far from…from where you live, um little guy?” The bird wasn’t actually that little, it was nearly as big as him but he couldn’t think of anything else to call it, okay?

The foxowl cooed softly at him, tilting its head as it hopped closer to him. He swallowed nervously, his left ear starting to twitch rapidly, a nervous tick that he hasn’t grown out of yet…

The foxowl sniffed his bag, looking between him and it with a curious look. It cooed at him again and he could feel himself relaxing slightly, it was just curious, it wasn’t going to do him any harm, he thought with a small smile, having a good look at the beautiful bird, It was actually kind of cute.

The foxowl clawed at his bag slightly, chipping and cooing at him. He raised a confused eyebrow, “That’s my satchel bag, my dad got it for m-“ The Foxowl snatched up the satchel in its claws, preparing to fly away.

His eyes widened in horror, “Hey! No! Give that back!” He jumped at the bird, grabbing its legs and pulling it down to the ground before it could getaway.

But that turned out to be a mistake because a foxowl was a lot stronger than one little elfling and it had sharper claws and teeth than he did...

“Argh! No! it’s not yours! give it back!” He cried out as he struggled to hold the bird, sharp claws and teeth scratching at his skin, blood starting to seep out of his wounds. “Ahh! No! Stop it! Ow, give it bac-agh!” It scratched his cheek, barely missing his eye. The pain was intense, the cut was deep.

He needed help! This thing was going to get away or...or kill him, he needed help! Right now but who- “Virgil! Virrrrgggil! Virgil help!” He cried loudly, not being able to hide the fear that was in his voice as he tussled all over the platform with the creature.

His call didn’t go unanswered and only moments later, his brother and best friend appeared, “Scott, what the matte-what the heck is that?!” Virgil exclaimed, his brown eyes widening in alarm.

“Asks questions later! It has my s-Ahhgh!” The foxowl bit his arm, making him lost his grip as he cried out in pain. He made a mad dash after it, not caring that he was starting to bleed really badly now, “help me!”

Virgil tried to help him corner the bird but it was too late, the foxowl had flown out of their reach, steadily flying away from them, his satchel in its claws...

“Um, maybe it will come back?” Virgil suggested softly, trying to stay hopeful for him.

The Foxowl dropped his satchel, his bag starting to fall and fall until it hit the hard ground so very far below, hundreds of miles from their colony, in doom’s valley…

There was no way they were getting that back, he thought with wide eyes, gaping at where his satchel had fallen. Of all the places…

Dad was going to be mad…

He unintentionally whimpered out loud, just the thought of that place made him shiver with fear, though if questioned he’ll never admit to being scared of that place. He wasn’t scared by scary stories, no way…

Virgil glanced at him, deep concern filling his brother’s eyes.

His wounds were starting to sting now, making their angry presence known to him but at the same time, he was beginning to feel numb, fuzzy in the head. He couldn’t get his head around what had just happened…

What the heck had just happened?!

He jumped as Virgil touched his arm, startling him out of his thoughts. “Scott, are you okay?” His little brother’s voice shook slightly, “You’re covered in blood and ink..”

He was about to reassure his brother that he was fine but stopped short as he realised what Virgil had said.“Wait, ink?” He blinked at Virgil, that numb feeling really taking hold now.

He turned to look at where he had left his homework and found his neatly written homework covered in ink, completely ruined and un-legible. That had taken him hours to do! He was almost done!

He felt suddenly faint headed and violently sick to his stomach, swaying slightly on his feet. You know that feeling where you just want to start crying because everything has just gone so wrong, so fast? So fast that you don’t know how to react?

Yeah, he was feeling that…

“Virg, please tell me what just happened didn’t just happen?” He asked softly as he looked at the mess that used to be his almost completed homework, blinking rapidly to keep his tears at bay. “Please tell me a foxowl didn’t just fly away with my satchel…”

His little brother winced, taking a firm hold of his arm. “I think the scratches on your cheeks speak for themselves, Scooter..” Virgil tugged him towards the staircase that led down to their house and the other social spaces. “Come on, mum needs to have a look at those cuts!”

“But we can’t leave this mess here..” He protested weakly, starting to feel really horrible and sick. Maybe that was why he wasn’t putting up much of a fight as Virgil practically dragged him to their house, “We...we need to clean it up..”

“I’ll clean it up later, you’re bleeding!” Virgil frowned at him as he continued to drag him, “what the heck Scott? Why did you jump on that thing?! Dad could always get you a new satchel..”

He wrinkled his nose, even in the state of shock he was in, he still didn’t like being scrutinised by his little brothers. Even if they were right, that just made it worse…

“I couldn’t have just let it get away and...and anyway, He’s never going to believe me..” he muttered softly, his voice quivering as he ran a shaky hand through his hair, “a foxowl! A foxowl stole my satchel!? What the heck just happened?!”

“I would like to know that as well!” Their mother’s voice made him jump as he suddenly realised that they were home, and before he knew it, his mother was in front of him, fussing over him, “What the heck happened to you, Scotty?!”

A blink and the waterworks started full force, his walls crumbling to pieces.

“T-there was an f-foxowl…” he sobbed, ”-and it stole m-my sat-satchel! A-and m-my homework ruined!” He cried, salty tears streaming down his face, making his cuts hurt worse. “Everything hurts mummy!”

He was feeling every bit the young elfling, that he didn’t want to admit he was.

“Oh, oh my Scotty..” his mother pulled him into an embrace, stroking his brown hair gently as he sobbed into her collarbone, “Shhh, I’m here, everything’s going to be okay now..”

His mother gently guided him over to a wooden bench, sitting him down gently on it. Now that he had started crying, he couldn’t stop! Why couldn't he stop? He sobbed as his mother stroked a bit of hair out of his teary, wet eyes.

Her brown eyes looked at him with motherly concern, “Virgie, can you get me a wet cloth, please sweetheart?” His mother asked, a concerned and slightly teary-eyed Virgil, who had followed them over to the bench, standing slightly to the side.

Virgil nodded with a sniffle, turning and running to get that wet cloth.

He bit his lip, trying to make himself stop crying but the stinging pain of his wounds, plus now the guilt that he had caused his little brother to get upset, made that nearly impossible.

His mother lifted his chin slightly, looking at a cut on his cheek with a worried frown, “I’m going to have to call the healer, okay sweetie?” His mother sighed softly, gently stroking his hair back. “Those cuts and bites are way out of my medical expertise, you’re lucky you didn’t lose your eye, Scott..”

“I..I know..” he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes with his fist, starting to feel really sick now “I’m sorry..”

“Oh it’s alright, Scotty baby..” his mother gently kissed his forehead, bending down slightly so she was eye level with him, a feat that was not easy for a pregnant woman, “You didn’t mean to get hurt, those things just happen…”

Virgil came back a second later with the cloth, which his mother took and started dabbing on his wounds, cleaning them the best she could. He couldn't help but whimper each time the cloth made contact with his bleeding wounds, it hurt so much...

His little brother watched off to the side, his damp eyes filled with concern. He hated that he had caused his brother so much concern, why did he pick a fight with a foxowl over a bloody satchel?

He was starting to break out in a cold sweat, “Mummy, I don’t feel good..” he mumbled softly to her as his stomach flipped upside down. He was feeling really nauseous now…

”Shhh, I know dear…” his mother sighed sadly as she cleaned a particularly deep cut on the side of his torso with care. “Virgil, can you go get your father, please?”

He felt himself bite his lip at the mention of their father, Dad was going to be so mad at him, but worst of all, Dad was going to be worried. He was already worrying his mother and brother, did he have to worry his father too?

Virgil nodded, running off to find their father.

“I’m going to call for the healer now, okay Scotty?” His mother said gently, cupping his uninjured cheek tenderly. “You just stay there and try to stay calm, okay?”

He nodded with a small sniffle as he watched his mother write a quick note on a piece of parchment, before summing a small ball of blue energy, which flew out the window in the shape of a small bird with the message in its claws.

He hoped the healer would come quick, he thought as he tilted slightly to the side, feeling so ill now. He really was not feeling good...

TBC...

#Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #lucy tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Thunderbirds fanart #my art #young tracys #this turned out a lot more whumpier than originally planned 😅#poor scotty

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mythiica · 5 years ago

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Congrats on all your followers ! Can I get a scenario or mini fic of a drunken MC after a really hard day or maybe they got in a fight and her having to be literally pulled away along with some smut? Nobunaga and Mitsunari or you choose which one. ❤️ you

Title: Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda, Mitsuhide Ishida

Genre: Romance, smut

Warnings: honhonhon

Kinks: idk they dont do the hard bang bang but they almost xd

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: nobu one = 980 words, mitsun = 1135 words

POV: second person w/ (Y/n)

Other comments: i ended up cutting the smutty smut short because i have a lot of other ;) requests and i dont wanna burn out LOL. still though, i hope you like it

Nobunaga Oda – Put the Sake Down

“My lord, we’re… having problems removing Lady (Y/n) from the dining hall. She has armed herself with a broken sake bottle, and we are worried that she might injure herself on accident.”

Nobunaga looks up in disbelief and laughs. “Really?”

The vassal nods enthusiastically. “She is asking for you.”

“Is she now?”

He stands from his spot and follows the worried vassal through the winding hallways. Even though the hall is still a few buildings away, he can hear you shouting.

Nobunaga leans against the doorway of the dining hall and watches you swing around in circles, wielding a half shattered bottle in one hand. He did not really believe his vassal when they said that this was happening… but seeing it in real life… Nobunaga could barely contain himself.

When you hear him laughing, you swing around and shoot him a deadly glare. “The hells are you laughing at?”

He saunters forward despite his servants advising against it. “You, of course. You’re making a fool of yourself. Put the sake down and come down here.”

Shocked by his words, you shove the bottle towards him and give Nobunaga your best threatening glare. “I’m not getting down! I’m the queen of this castle here,” you declare. “And don’t try to take that away from me.” To conclude your speech, you wave the glass at Nobunaga, and it comes dangerously close to his face. However, your movements are retarded by the alcohol in your system, so Nobunaga casually catches your wrist and pulls you down from the table. “Hey! No! Let me go!” you shriek as you try to squirm away from his grip

“Now, now. If you’re the queen, that would suggest that you are mine,” Nobunaga replies with a sly smirk. “Afterall, I am the Devil King.”

You relax your muscles and fall against Nobunaga’s chest. His warmth envelops you, so you bury your face into his clothing, trying to inhale his musky scent. He takes the bottle from your hand and gives it to a servant to throw away. “You’re so cozy… like a cuddly bear…”

Nobunaga tries to pry you off, but you wrap your arms around his waist. You are surprisingly strong when you are drunk, so Nobunaga flicks your forehead. “Don’t drool on my clothes.”

“But it will improve them,” you whine. Sighing, Nobunaga hoists you up bridal style and walks you back to the tenshu. He places you down on his futon and wraps you in the blanket. When he turns to leave, you catch the edge of his haori and tug on it. So Nobunaga turns around and looks at you. “What is it?”

You play with the fabric and give him a sad face. “I saw you talking with Lady Nōhime today… she is very beautiful.”

Nobunaga raises an eyebrow.

“And Hideyoshi said there…” you swallow, “are talks of marriage between the two of you.” You try to swallow your cries, but tears begin to trickle down your face. Sobs bubble in your chest and you pull his haori harder, trying to bring Nobunaga towards you. Realizing how weak you likely look, you hide your face in the futon and close your eyes.

After a moment, you feel Nobunaga patting your head gently. You look up and nearly headbutt him in the face because he is so close to you. His caramel eyes are filled with emotion, and Nobunaga tucks his finger under your jaw to push your head upwards. “Don’t cry,” he whispers with a pleading voice. “Is that why you got drunk?”

“Yes…” you confess sheepishly.

Nobunaga exhales slowly and brings your hand – the hand he claimed from a game of go – to his lips. When he presses a kiss to your skin, all of your worries seem to melt away. “She came with a proposal on behalf of her father, but in actuality, Mitsuhide is investigating her. People talk, and there are whispers that she might in fact be a spy or an assassin.” He strokes your cheek comfortingly. “I don’t plan to marry her.”

Relief washes over you and you nuzzle Nobunaga’s hand. “Good,” you mumble, still under the influence of the alcohol. “I really made a fool of myself, didn’t I?”

Nobunaga laughs and nods. “Queen of the castle, eh? I don’t recall the wedding.”

“What we- oh.”

He presses his forehead against yours and tucks his arm around you. “Would you care to remind me how the night went?”

You sit up slightly, pushing your hand against his chest. “You know that we didn’t actually get married, right?”

Nobunaga’s fingers trill against the skin of your shoulder, and only now do you realize that the sleeves of your kimono have slipped far down – enough to reveal the top of your breasts. You would cover yourself, but Nobunaga pulls the hem down further and begins to kiss your collarbone. His lips are as hot as his finger tips that trace circles on your back. Electricity pulsates between the two of you, and suddenly, you feel sober.

He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you down on top of him. As his knee separates your legs, you realize what he was getting at. Even if you did not actually wed, Nobunaga was going to show you that he preferred you over anyone else. Perhaps you had made a fool of yourself, but he didn’t seem to care. He kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping past your lips without hesitating.

“N-Nobunaga,” you mutter breathlessly as he pulls back, a string of saliva hanging between the two of you. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you are-”

“Yes,” you reply quickly, lust burning in your lungs. You could see the same spark glinting in his beautiful eyes, and you know that he has plans to keep you up late into the night. Maybe teach you a lesson or two about making a fool of yourself in the dining hall.

Mitsunari Ishida – Cake Stealing Fairy (and other adventures)

When Mitsunari enters the kitchen, he is reading a book, so he nearly walks directly into you. Had you not jumped around with wide eyes at the last minute, Mitsunari surely would have actually stepped on you. Scared by your sudden ‘attack’, Mitsunari drops his book and screams.

You are quick to cover his mouth with a hand though. “Shhh!!!” you insist. “If you’re too loud, you’re going to scare the yōsei.”He raises an eyebrow, and you remove your hand. However, instead of lowering your hand, you let your fingers linger on Mitsunari’s lips. “So soft…” you mumble.

This makes Mitsunari flush a deep shade of red. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” He clasps your hands together to keep you from squirming away. “Have you been drinking?”

“No!” You hiccup. “I’m looking for the yōsei. I told you. She came in through the window and stole my cake.”

Mitsunari pushes his glasses up his nose and catches a glimpse of the half empty bottle of sake on the table. He exhales and takes your hand. “There is no fairy. You are drunk. Come now, let us take you to bed. You need rest and some tea.” He pulls you toward the door, but you catch hold of the nearest table.

“Your book!” you exclaim.

“What about it?”

“It’s not there anymore.”

Mitsunari looks down, expecting to see the book simply kicked under the table, but it is not there. “What?”

“I told you there is a yōsei!!!” You jump up and down. “It stole my cake and now it’s hiding. Help me find it, please Mitsunari. I’ve had a long day…” you plead with a slurred voice. “And that cake was going to make me happy. But now I don’t have it anymore!”

“Alright, I will help you,” Mitsunari says to console you. “Where were you when the fairy took your cake?”

“I was getting something to drink.”

He looks around when he hears a chirp from above.

“It’s the fairy!” you exclaim.

A sparrow flies from the top of a cabinet to the window, and it is carrying Mitsunari’s book in its claws. You race towards it, only for the bird to fly out of the window and into the night. “No, come back! You ate my cake!”

Mitsunari catches you before you fall over the edge, pulling you back to the ground. “Careful!” When you reel back, you press yourself against Mitsunari by accident. Under the influence of the alcohol, you thought it be a wonderful idea to kiss his soft lips. He flushes to a deep shade of red, but does not move away. “Uh… (Y-Y/n)?”

“Your eyes are so pretty…”

He clears his throat and wraps an arm around you. “Come now, let us go to bed.”

“Your bed?!”

“No. I’m taking you to your room.”

“Aww…” you whine. “But I want to kiss you.. and your soft lips…”

The entire walk to your room, you try your best to seduce him. “Are you blind?” you ask as you lean against the doorframe. You push your hip outwards in an attempt to intrigue him.

Mitsunari covers his eyes. “No, princess, but you are not in the right mindset. You need to sleep.”

Whining more, you stumble into your room and begin to strip your kimono from your skin. “Too hot..” you complain as the fabric slips from your shoulders. However, you had forgotten to undo one of the knots, so it does not fall past your waist. “Mitsuuu… can you help?”

He sighs and steps inside and struggles to look everywhere but your breasts. Sure enough though, Mitsunari manages to undo the knot for you. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” he whispers before rushing out of the room.

You catch his wrist before he has the chance to and pull him back towards you. “No, please.”

Mitsunari realizes that your voice is different this time – there is no teasing lit woven into your words as a result of the sake. You sound more vulnerable… more desperate than before. “Is everything alright?”

“I tried to tell you earlier, but you were too busy reading.”

“Tell me what?”

You sigh, blowing your hair away from your face. “I like you… a lot,” you confess with a giggle. “I have for a while, and I was going to tell you today, but you weren’t listening. So I decided to consult my therapist, Dr. Sake.” You lower your voice. “He’s a great listener.”

Thousands of thoughts run rampant through his mind as he remembers the events from earlier that day. He groans at his obliviousness and opens his mouth to say something.

“Wait, fuck, have my boobs been hanging out this entire time?” you realize, looking down at yourself. “Well this is awkward..”

Mitsunari doesn’t know what to do – his extensive knowledge only really applies to war or espionage or weaponry. You were none of those things, so he felt greatly underprepared. Still, he did not want to let the moment go. Fueled by impulse, Mitsunari cups your face and kisses you. You moan into the kiss, quick to wrap your hands around him so that he does not rethink his choice.

When you lean back, the both of you are out of breath, and you feel more sober all of a sudden. “W-What was that for?”

He lets go of your cheeks and takes a step backwards. “I’m sorry, princess. I don’t know-”

“Can you do it again? You taste nice… like ginger tea and honey.”

Mitsunari does not know how to react to your forwardness. “I really should be going…” He does not want to go though. He wants to stay and kiss you again. Even after drinking sake, you smell so nice and calming. Mitsunari always loved it when you came to sit with him in his office, even if he never knew how to admit it.

So he lingers in his spot, looking at you with big eyes, unsure how to proceed.

You take the lead and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close for another kiss. This one is more steamy than the previous. Mitsunari locks his arm around you and guides you towards your futon. As you lie down and open your kimono, Mitsunari catches your hand. “Are you absolutely positive?”

“I want you… even if I’m drunk and probably won’t remember.”

Mitsunari smirks, something you have never seen before. “I will ensure that you don’t forget this,” he promises as he undoes the ties to his own haori. The fabric falls to the ground and he presses his body to yours, enveloping you in warmth. He kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he explores your body.

Indeed, you won’t be forgetting this any time soon.

#Nobunaga oda #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen mitsunari #ishida mitsunari #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #cybird #otome #mini fic #;)

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riddleredcoats · 5 years ago

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Prompt: Bellamort and Anti-Tomione where Bella and Tom torture and kill Hermione together.

Anon, I’m so sorry for the delay, but I wasn’t sure how to do this prompt. But I did manage to come up with something… different?... I hope you like it anyway.

So, I really like Hermione (xd) and couldn’t bear to make this anti-Hermione, which I’m not even sure was what you wanted anon, but still there it is. The torture is also mostly emotional torture and even might not even be really be called torture? I mean Bella and Tom hurt her, but it’s kinda unintentional?

Also, this a Mafia AU because *shrug*, also ‘Mafia’ AU, since everything I know about the Mafia is from Godfather, the Simpsons and some shallow research.

Also posted on AO3

Some slang.

Boss – self explanatory

Consigliere – an advisor to the Boss, most decision are run through this guy

Underboss – right bellow Boss.

Boss, Consigliere, and Underboss run a particular Crime Family and are referred to as the Administration.

Capo – short for caporegime mid-level boss who leads a crew of soldiers

Soldier – is the low of the low in hierarchy.

The one you least expect.

New York in 1929 was a bustling city, skyscrapers ripped across the Manhattan skyline, smoke rose from cars, trains and buses alike while the waters of the Hudson ran black and dirty from the freighters. The city, grey and watery during the day shifted at night, to a minefield of jazz clubs and theatres and cabarets in which downtown New York City could rival the Paris as the City of Lights.

When Hermione Granger had first arrived in the city a staggering 15 years-ago, at the ripe age of eleven from a little county in Georgia, the differences from her quiet hometown threatened to overwhelm her and wrestle her to the ground. Still, the sheer vibrancy of the city guaranteed amazement at every corner, something that Hermione couldn’t help but acclimate to, easily. Her want of answers and sense of adventure couldn’t help but make it so, and so, to her, the city had welcomed her with open arms.

Getting up every morning – or really, middle of the night, seeing as she got up at 3:30AM – was a challenge, especially in wintery days where the warmth of the bed would be replaced by the cold, rarefied, smoke-filled air of her studio apartment. Nonetheless, work was waiting for her.

Walking lazily to the kitchen, she made sure to turn on the gas to make her first cup of coffee, making sure to turn off every other appliance or light in the house since the gas and the light fixtures couldn’t stand to work at the same time. Rising off an old but reliable percolator – making sure to, of course, first let the water of the tap run for a while to get rid of the runny, brown water that always came in the morning – and then adding a filter and a spot of coffee to the old percolator, Hermione finished off the preparations for her breakfast by suspending a bit of the hard butter over the stove so it would be easier to spread on her hard bread. She ate mechanically, occasionally listening to the sounds of people coming home from a night out.

After breakfast she walked to her bedroom and tied her bushy, brown, curly hair back into a ponytail, the humidity of the City making her hair even more frizzly than it already was. She donned her beige suit and with a last check of the buckles in her heels was out the door to the dewy-foggy morning, making sure to bring her umbrella.

“Hey, Granger!” A man came up to her; Ronald Weasley, resident good boy from the scarce Scottish family that had moved into Harlem about 20 years or so ago, living in a predominantly black neighbourhood would be a big change for almost any white family, but the Weasleys… Well, the Weasley had Molly who, with a swift and caring ease, warmed her way into the Community; and so, her six sons and one daughter had been one of the few white families growing alongside the black ones in Harlem.

“Hello, Ronald. I see you had an interesting evening.” Hermione knew that the disapproving tone in her voice was very noticeable, but then again so was Ron’s wobbling walk indicating of a night abusing one of the cities many illegal speakeasies.

“’Mione! Don’t be like that!” He screamed, laughing all the while, and his happiness was infectious. Hermione let out a small laugh too. He twirled around her, “It such a fantastic day.”

“Ron,” she said, laughing, “It’s raining! And the skies are grey!”

“And yet,” Ron said, his ginger hair falling flat against his freckled face, framing his attractive blue eyes pleasingly, he came closer to her, holding on to her and twirling her around while she giggled at the drunkenness much as she loathed to do so, “It is fantastic!”

He made sure to make her stop twirling and grabbed her carefully, looking into her with his slightly hazy blue eyes. Hermione, despite herself, felt her heart catch in her throat at the naked emotion that was lodged in those eyes. Ron seemed to come back to himself and take a step back, giving her personal space back. He chuckled a little, and rubbed his neck as he flushed red.

“I-I gotta go.” He said quickly and stumbling, he turned fast and almost ran into a lamppost such was his rush, Hermione barely had time to say goodbye as Ron was already turning the corner to his house.

Hermione shook off the awkward and charged exchange, even as it lingered in the back of her mind, and quickly rushed herself to the subway stop. If she delayed any longer she’d be late for work, and that simply wouldn’t do, she had never been late, not once in her life and wasn’t about to start now. As the subway arrived and Hermione got in, along with the rest of the sludge of New Yorkers ready for another day at work, she got thinking about the job that she had fought tooth and nails for.

Hermione Granger was a damn fine detective of the New York City police; she was hardworking, she was tenacious, she was ambitious, she was smart as a whip, but most of all, Hermione Granger longed for the days when the Mafia would stop running her city to the ground.

Ever since the end of the Great War, things in the city had only gotten from bad to worse for everyone, it seemed, except for the Mafia, who now had a steady and much desired product to sell. The temporary ban of alcohol production during the War as an effort to avoid grain shortage was mostly viewed as essential, but then the War had ended, a half-of-a-generation of men came home and the so-called Prohibition Law remained in effect, increasing the demand of bootleg alcohol, speakeasies and gang violence who maintained control of the first two demands of the people.

While Hermione found the Prohibition Law more harmful than good, it was the law of the land and she had to enforce it, no matter how she wished to indulge with the others. If for no other reason than to stop the rise in Mafia crime that threatened to almost sink the city to ground; dead politicians, corrupt cops, blackmail, torture, shakedowns and a culture of fear permeated the air of the city like the smoke of the factories in the East side. It had to stop, or it would suffocate them all.

Hermione sighed as the subway arrived at her station and rushed to leave the carriage she was on, breathing the polluted, but not stale, air of the city. She still had a half-an-hour walk to the Police Station and as she dodged the incoming people that rushed to catch the transport, she sighed as she started walking along the blocks, hearing the occasional curse as some driver or another got frustrated with traffic.

Turning the final corner of her route, Hermione sighed with relief as she entered the precinct, a cold and humid building, at 4:45 AM on the dot. Hermione cursed at the cold but was glad that at least it wasn’t raining inside. Well, not in most places in the station, that is; the building was old enough that some roofing was missing. Hermione made sure to greet the doorman, a fellow policeman who nodded politely at her as she made her way to the stairs.

Reaching the third-floor, Hermione smiled as the usual chit chat rumbled from inside the room. She pushed the door open and the smell of third-grade, terrible coffee entered her nostrils, the earthy smell was the only thing about the beverage that was passable, but every single detective in the squad used and abused of the swill that Chief Shacklebolt insisted in calling coffee. Walking over to the old oak desk she shared with her partner – budget cuts were the real devil – she laid her purse and her umbrella down.

Her partner – already on his side of the desk smiled at her – and just he was about to say ‘Good Morning’ as he usually did, she beat him to the punch.

“I saw your brother-in-law today.” Hermione said as a form of greeting.

The grin on Harry Potter’s face was unmistakably smug. The man that had welcomed her into the force with big, open arms and never, for once second stopped doubting her abilities and their friendship was also a smug little shit that drove her insane.

“Oh? How’s Ron?” Asked, said partner, his wild jet-black curls falling over his face and catching on the wire of his round glasses that made his big, striking green eyes more prominent on his face already blessed with a big nose that went swimmingly with his large lips and stunning dark complexion.

“Don’t give me that! He was slurring, wobbling around and hugging lampposts. You’re wearing last night’s clothes and smell suspiciously of mint… You went to a speakeasy again, didn’t you?”

Harry’s green-eyes looked terrified at her and then all around them and then he started making wild gestures with his hands, telling her to shut up “Shhh!” Harry looked desperately around, “Hermione, please, it was just a drink and a bit of dance.”

“Alcohol selling establishments are against the law, Harry! Something we are meant to enforce, not indulge!”

“Christ.” Harry sighed, “I’m sorry, Hermione, you’re right. But this time it was a special occasion…”

“Oh, really?” She asked, sarcasm in her voice, “Was it like last week, you went there because Ronald just happened to not have fallen on his face working at the docks that day.”

“To be fair, for him, that is a miracle.” Hermione had to agree, Ronald Weasley was a gangly walking disaster, “But no, Hermione, that isn’t it.” Hermione took note of her partner’s soft tone, awed reverence in his voice. She looked on as he turned to look in her eyes, his emerald-green and filled with happy tears, “Ginny is pregnant… I’m going to be a dad!”

“Harry!” She nearly screamed, and her lecture was immediately forgotten in favour of holding her partner – and closest friend – close to her as they hugged, truly happy for him, “This is great news! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry!” He said, rubbing his neck sheepishly, “We found out yesterday, and you were already gone.”

Hermione winced, knowing how little Harry would approve of why she left early, “I had a date last night,” Harry was already groaning, she knew that he had been trying to set her up with Ron, and that he liked her date as far as he could throw him, “with Tom.” She confirmed, to his frustration.

“You know I don’t trust him, ‘Mione.” Harry said, his hand rubbing a odd lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, “There is something wrong with that guy, more than the fact that he is almost old enough to be your father.”

“We’ve been together 9 months, Harry! And he’s 36, it’s not exactly ancient!” Hermione said with a smile on her lips, Harry’s care for her always warmed her heart, “Besides, he is smart and upstanding and makes me feel important and doesn’t care that I cancel our date thirty minutes after they were supposed to be starting. Also,” she said with a lecherous smile, “he is very sexy.”

Harry made a face, scrunching his nose, “Gross.” But laughed easily, after, “But you know what you’re doing, ‘Mione. But come on, we’re almost late.”

“Oh, and where are we going?”

Harry turned serious and Hermione immediately straightened her back in anticipation for what was to come, her partner was usually either jovial or irritable, never both at the same time, his perchance for mood swings was negligible, but he seemed to be oscillating today, and Hermione figured that if not for Ginny’s pregnancy Harry would be absolutely impossible to put up with.

“You wanted to meet my informant?” Hermione nodded and moved already to her side of the desk, picking up her discarded coat, “Good, then. Let’s go.”

“Has he given you any decent information?” Hermione asked as she put on her coat, ready to brace the rain again.

“He’s young,” Harry admitted as he too put on his coat, “He mostly confirmed intel, which honestly is as good as it gets.”

Hermione hummed distractingly. Yes, Hermione supposed, getting confirmation from another source usually went a long way to make sure that the intel was acted upon. Hermione’s own sources were more volatile and required a lot more of careful handling, since the intel was usually good enough to take down at least one crew under the purview of a Capo, and sometimes even managing to snag the Capo themselves. So, Hermione had to check and double check every detail.

“But,” Harry said, drawing her attention back to him as he led her out of the precinct, “he said that today he would give me something more substantial.”

“Good.”

Harry and Hermione got in the car and drove off in the direction of the docks, all the while shifting between work talk and talk about Ginny who was apparently entering her second trimester in a week or so. As they drove off, the sun – which had yet to rise – started picking through the horizon

Reaching a shady-looking warehouse in the middle of nowhere didn’t exactly raise Hermione’s hopes that this meeting would go well. But, as soon as Harry parked the car, hidden – of course – behind some sort of construction site, they entered the deteriorating warehouse. Careful not to trigger any alarms, and to check corners where they could.

Once they figured the building was clear, Harry yelled out, “Hey, kid, you in here?”

A rattling sound, silence and then a stage whisper, “Would you be quiet? Do you want to get us all killed?” A figure stepped out of the shadows and Hermione gasped.

“Harry, he’s like fourteen! He’s not young, he’s a kid!” Hermione yelled at her partner.

“Sixteen!” The kid yelled, glaring defiantly at her.

“Oh, yes, that makes it all better.” She deadpanned.

“Hermione…” Harry started, a rueful tone to his voice, as if he knew that she would be even madder once she knew the whole story, “This is Draco Malfoy.”

Hermione couldn’t hold back the gasp. Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy Crime Family. Hermione looked at the skinny, tall kid with a long thin nose, intense blue-grey eyes with a slick top and thick sides blond hair and an expensive suit that probably cost more than her apartment complex.

Before she could say another word, voices ran out, rough and low and at Draco’s look of panic Hermione knew that the boy had been followed. Hermione and Harry cursed, and grabbing Draco by his shirt dragged him to a nearby office space and made sure to hide with him behind a desk.

The voices grew louder and louder as they entered the warehouse and Hermione counted at least 4 people.

“Spread out and find them!” The voice, accented and tilting towards French, seemed to fill the expanse of the warehouse, the voice of Rodolphus Lestrange, Boss to the Lestrange Crime Family, she had heard him testify, once, “Gaunt will get here soon enough, and I’d rather have them in hand.”

Hermione and Harry exchanged surprised but determined looks. ‘Gaunt’ was the name of the Boss of the Slytherin Crime Family, the oldest crime family in New York City; they had stopped operating a few decades back but about 10 years ago they started wreaking havoc again in the city and re-establishing old supply lines and having more politicians in his pocket than out of it, but no one had even ever gotten a good look at the Boss, creating a mist of mystery and fear around him. Hermione and Harry didn’t have to do more than exchange looks; a glimpse at Gaunt was enough for them to risk their lives.

Draco, sat between them, was trembling and Hermione was stuck with the sudden realization that Draco knew who Gaunt was. Hermione silently looked at Harry, tilting her head asking a question she was sure her partner would understand, Harry shook his head telling that leaving this hiding spot would not be a good idea.

Still, they had to do something.

Hermione was running scenarios in her head when the door to the office space opened. Draco whimpered loudly enough for whoever had opened the door to ear. Without much thinking, Hermione shot out of cover and fired her gun directly at the man’s chest. BANG! Hermione’s brain took a fraction of a second to reassert itself after the gunshot left her ears ringing, and a plan – clumsy as it – was formed in her mind

“Run, Harry! Run!” At his shocked look she yelled again, “One of us has to make it. Go! You too, kid.”

They didn’t need anything more from her and took off running, Harry and Draco to the left and she to the right. They had a shot with only four people of the Mafia and with this much ground to cover they might make it.

“Hey, look there they are!” one of the men shouted, “Wait, is that Malfoy’s kid?”

“WHO CARES?” Roared another, “JUST FUCKING GRAB HIM! I GOT THE GIRL!”

Another shot ran out. BANG! Hermione took off running even as she heard someone getting closer behind her. And, then another shot. BANG! A cry – young and high-pitched – Draco. A thud as bodies fell to ground. Harry yelling. Another shot. BANG! Hermione panted as she felt the man chasing her, getting ever closer to her. She forgot Harry, whose voice she could still hear, yelling and pained. She forgot Draco, whose panicking sobs, still echoed in the warehouse. She forgot everything and just focused on getting out there alive. If just one of them made it, it would be enough.

But it wasn’t meant to be. A grunt from behind and Hermione shrieked in surprise as she was tackled to the floor. “Got you bitch!” The man yelled as he pinned her to the ground, Hermione tried to fight him off. The man on top of her growled, grabbed her more firmly to haul her off the ground and push her towards the centre of the warehouse.

Harry was already kneeling, bleeding heavily from a wound on his leg, but he continued resisting even as chains rattled with his fury. Draco, however, was unharmed but in the same position, kneeling and chained to the floor, and yet, he didn’t try to resist; the boy seemed resigned to his fate.

There were two men remaining, not counting Rodolphus, one was standing guard behind the Boss and the other was leading her to where Harry and Draco were, to force her to kneel and be chainedbesides them.

Hermione cried out as her knees hit the pavement, hard, and as the soldier behind her chained her to the floor, she turned to look at where the Boss of the Lestrange Family was kneeling, taking the hand of a wounded man and closing the dying man’s eyes, then bowing down to say a prayer over the now-dead man. So, she had managed to hit one; she hoped whoever it had been was someone important like the Underboss or the Consigliere. Hell, Hermione would settle for a Capo.

Hermione felt the men that had dragged her here, search for her gun and handling it to the other remaining guard who put it atop a nearby table alongside what Hermione guesses was Harry’s own gun. Hermione sighed, as she found herself weapon-less and plan-less.

“You killed our Capo with that gun, Detective.” The soldier snarled in behind her back, seemingly hearing her thoughts, and Hermione smirked in victory, which earned her backhanded slap that threw her to the ground, “Enjoy being smug while you can, you aren’t going to live for long.”

Rodolphus rose from paying his respects to the Capo, with a heavy sigh, “Augustus, enough. We’ll get our revenge.”

Before either of them could say anything else, the sound of rhythmic steps echoed in the warehouse and the silence that followed was heavy with anticipation. Had someone come and save them? No. It was unlikely, no one knew where they were. But whoever had come in was powerful, revered, easy to see by the way the two-remaining soldiers straightened.

“Gaunt.” Rodolphus said in greeting, dashing Hermione’s hopes. Still, at least she’d die knowing who the infamous and mysterious Boss was.

“Told you this was a bad idea.” Hermione stifled a gasp at the distinctive drawl. Hermione felt the soldier behind her tighten his hand over mouth and grip her tighter.

That voice… That croon-y voice that had sang her praises over dinner, whispered carelessly in her ear, led her into a nearby bed… That voice. That was the voice of the man she was seeing, Tom Riddle. Hermione tried to squirm out of the soldier’s hold, to see the face of the man for herself, to maybe see him being coerced into helping… To beg him to tell her they were lying and that he wasn’t the Boss of the newest – and yet, oldest – and most efficient crime family the city had ever seen.

Hermione finally, carefully as to not draw attention, twisted enough to see the man she had been sleeping with for the past 9 months and yes, there he was. Tall, taller than most certainly, and handsome with his well-maintained black hair shining in the light of sun coming through the windows, looking as if he was dreadfully calm and completely at ease to be in this grim place.

Hermione watched as the face that had become familiar to her, come fully into her field of vision and couldn’t help but flinch at the high-cheekbones she had ran her hands along, a pair of piercing blue eyes that bored into her, the thin lips that when stretched into a smile managed to make her catch her breath, the elegant nose and the long neck that matched the rest of his long and thin, although deceptively muscular, body. Dressed in a three-piece black suit, completed with a matching black tie, he looked ready for one of their dates. God. Bile rose in her throat and Hermione had to hold herself steady not to break down.

“You came alone?” Asked Rodolphus, more curious than suspicious.

Tom hummed disinterested, and repeated again, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“I know. I know.” Rodolphus growled, “But this bitch and that fucker have been killing off my men for a year and a half now, I’m not going to let that stand.” Rodolphus this time, sighed, “I probably should have listened to you, but we do have her now.”

“Yes, you should have.” Tom agreed, easily, “That’s why you made me Consigliere.”

Hermione bit her lip to not gasp aloud, although Harry wasn’t so lucky and received a club in the head for his outburst. For Gaunt – a head of a Crime Family himself – to be made into a Consigliere, the most trusted person in the Administration, it was unheard of. Whatever Tom had done to endear himself to the Lestrange, it must have been something big.

“Ah, Hermione,” Tom finally addressed her, with the charm and smooth he always had, but the bastard made sure to keep himself away from approaching her, “I’m sorry to say you won’t be able to make our date tomorrow.”

“Fuck you!” It wasn’t her gave into her anger and made that outburst, but Harry who was seething in place, kneeling as she was, on the other side of Draco, “Fuck you! How dare you? How could you?”

“Augustus, please, gag him.” The soldier behind them did as Tom asked, even as Harry raged about him. Tom then turned his blue eyes towards Draco, “He is your nephew, is he not?” Asked Tom, pointing towards the kid between Hermione and Harry.

“My wife’s.” Rodolphus drawled out, immense anger about him.

Despite herself, Hermione felt a chill run through her spine, and she saw Harry do the same.

Rodolphus Lestrange’s wife… Bellatrix Lestrange, merely dubbed ‘The Woman’ since she seemed to be involved in every major crime family in one capacity or another although of course there was no proof, was a chill-inducing person. Originally coming from the Black Crime Family, where her father had been the Boss and had only had two girls for heirs, everyone thought the family finished, but much worse had happened…The Boss’s daughters had each married into distinct crime families, Narcissa to the Malfoys and Bellatrix to the Lestranges, effectively bolstering each family with men and supply routes.

That seemed to be the end of it, the Black Family was through after having been absorbed by the others. But then reports of the old Black trading posts, M.O.’s and business fronts roaring to life, putting the family on the map again…All clues led to Bellatrix being the mastermind behind the new life in her old family’s old grounds, although no proof was ever found. Even more concerning, the Gaunts and the Blacks seemed to be coordinating.

And, instead of having to wrangle with the four crime families squabbling amongst themselves, the city had to start wrangling and negotiating with three strong ones.

“Your wife’s…” Tom repeated, blue eyes analysing seemingly every part of the scene, he gestured again towards Draco, “Is he the traitor?”

“It appears so.” The cold, calculating tone of Rodolphus voice didn’t spring much hope that Draco would live to see the day.

“Uncle! NO!” Draco yelled, before the soldier behind them gagged him. The boy’s blue eyes – warmer than Tom’s, but much colder than Ron’s were at the thought Hermione shook her head, Ron didn’t belong here in this desolate place and Tom didn’t deserve to be in her head any longer – were wide and teary, pleading for mercy from a man that had none to give.

“Shut up, boy, you’ve caused enough trouble. My damn wife will have my head.” Rodolphus grumbled, as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“That’s what you get for making Bellatrix your Underboss,” Tom chuckled, even as he refused Rodolphus offer of a cigarette, “Too much power. Although, she does wield it well.”

It was then that the sound of high heels, reached their ears, the click-clack of the shoes on the pavement drowning out every sound in the desolate warehouse. It was as if the mere mention of her name had been enough to summon her. Hermione scarcely had to turn to see the woman that had arrived, her present was felt with no need to accentuate it by her image or her voice. Still, having read but descriptions of her, Hermione couldn’t help but be curious about The Woman’s appearance.

She turned to her side and the first thing she noticed was the deep, black hair styled into a high bun with curls on the side settling nicely into the beaded headband which despite looking like the rest of the country seem to shine with unparalleled rival. A long-beaded necklace adorned her long and elegant neck, while her golden earring dropped to almost hit her slender shoulder. Her dress – a sleeveless evening dress, meaning she probably came right off one of her speakeasies – was deep black accentuating her figure, and came to rest bellow her knee with a waist drop lined with beads to match her headband, and it gave off a silky quality to it. On her feet, the heels, high and black and T-strapped completed her outfit. To the casual observer The Woman blended in with the other high-class women, if only to attract attention for her exceptional beauty, but there was a hint of something dangerous in her walk, something that Hermione knew would be the end of them.

“Auntie!” Draco, shaking himself out of the gag, yelled from between them. Hermione and Harry looked over Draco’s head, hoping against hope that at least the police’s source would still make it out even if they wouldn’t, “They are-…”

Before Draco could finish, Bellatrix snapped her finger and the soldier near Lestrange shot at his Boss, once and then twice. Rodolphus Lestrange fell to floor, grunting and moaning in pain as the bullets that entered his kneecap and abdomen in a way that wounded him but didn’t kill him… yet. Hermione doubted by the way Bellatrix was acting that Rodolphus would last the night.

“Bella!” The man groaned and yelled, twisting on the floor, blood sputtering out with the effort. A grim sign on all accounts. By the time the dawn was through, New York City’s two most profitable boroughs would be under new management.

“Oh, shut him up, Theo.” Bellatrix waved the man off. Hermione watched as the large man that had been beside Rodolphus all morning, put a cloth in Rodolphus’ mouth effectively shutting him up. It seemed that the woman wanted him to suffer… Or to hear why she had done what she’d done.

“You’re late.” Tom said, smirking, remarkably calm in the face of one of his conspirators being under a hostile takeover… Hermione then deduced that Tom had already known about the coup then, which boded badly for everyone. Two of the major three Crime Families plotting together was never good, but when the wife – who was also the Underboss – of one conspired with the Boss - who also a Consigliere to said first family – of the other, to seemingly have the wife take over… It was a hot mess of a disaster.

Worse still, it seemed, because Bellatrix bypassed everyone and walked towards Tom, pulling him down by his neck, kissing him soundly on the mouth. Hermione was unable to tear her eyes from the passionate display as Tom’s icy facade seemed to thaw enough to grasp the woman closer to him, his hands firmly on her waist and her hair.

Hermione heard Rodolphus let out one last muffled, pained yell over the cloth in his mouth and she knew it had nothing to do with the gunshot wounds… It was the betrayal of seeing his wife in the arms of another. A pain, Hermione was agonized to find, that she shared; her heart seemed shattered in two, more so than when she found out he was the so-called ‘Gaunt’.

Bellatrix and Tom separated, begrudgingly, although they remained in each other’s personal space and exchanged whispered words. Bellatrix then, finally, turned towards them; her eyes travelling the three of them kneeling. Hermione watched as The Woman caressed Tom’s arm before walking over to them. The soldier behind Hermione and Draco tightened the grip on their shoulders as Bellatrix drew nearer, making sure that no one would jump The Woman when she got too close.

“Well, yes, Narcissa was bugging me about Draco, again.” The Woman answered Tom and as she got closer still, Hermione found she had striking grey eyes which were currently fixed on Draco. Hermione watched as she took Draco’s chin in her hand lifted his face up, making him look at her, “Now, now, Draco… Your mama says I should leave you alone, and let you go your own way, but apparently your own way involves the police, a wire and selling your family out…” Draco was trembling, “How shameful.”

“Auntie…” Draco tried, his voice coming out steady, chin still in Bellatrix’s hands, even if therein laid a hint of fear, “… They are saying I sold you out, but I didn’t! I mean, you wanted these Detectives here, right?”

Bellatrix snarled, and shoved off Draco’s head away from her, “You should leave the lying for those able to lie, boy.” With that, Bellatrix took a step back, the look in her eyes undecipherable, but Draco seemed to know it well.

“No, Auntie!” Draco was crying, tears running down his face unabashed now, his age showing as he pleaded with his aunt for his life, “I’ll change, I swear. I’ll never-,” Before Draco could finish making empty promises a loud ‘BANG!’ echoed in the desolate warehouse, and the only thing that left Draco’s mouth was a surprised sob as his body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Hermione looked behind her and saw the soldier that had been holding Draco and her looking at the lifeless body as surprised as she was. Hermione knew that Bellatrix hadn’t done it, having been looking at her the whole time, that left… No, God, no. Turning her eyes to Tom, she found him hand still raised with her police issue gun smoking in his hand. Bile rose in her throat, not so much for the smell of blood although it was potent, but more for the cruel act that a man she had admired just committed.

“So that was a gun in your pocket,” Bellatrix sighed, shaking her head, disappointed, “And here I thought you were happy to see me.”

Hermione shook her head, disgusted by Bellatrix’s heartless reaction to the death of her nephew, traitor or no. Family first seemed to be the one Mafia motto that Hermione could get behind, and yet, here was The Woman, committing most foul sin against kin. Hermione didn’t dare look at Harry, for she knew that her partner was seething, the energy coming off of him was almost overwhelming.

Tom chuckled, a sound she had heard a dozen times but had never rang as true as it did this time, “We can talk about it later.” He said, his tone full of promise, as he put her gun back on the table where it had been before.

The Woman smiled back, “I can’t wait.”

Hermione felt more than saw the soldier behind her shaking, and Hermione couldn’t be sure, but she felt that he disapproved of the couple, their little affair and their coup. Maybe she and Harry could exploit this, but not when Harry wouldn’t even look at her, his furious gaze still fixed on Draco’s lifeless body.

“Congratulations on your wife’s pregnancy, Detective.” Bellatrix Lestrange said as one of her husband’s – or just hers, now? – soldier, Theo, bought over a chair for her to sit on. Hermione felt more than saw Harry tremble beside her, her partner terrified by the fact that the woman knew of his new family. When Harry said nothing, and kept his head lowered, with a snap of Bellatrix fingers the soldier behind them pulled her and Harry’s heads up by their hair so they might look at Bellatrix in the eyes, “Mister Potter, I said ‘Congratulations’.”

When the pain of having her hair pulled and her head yanked up subsided, Hermione saw Bellatrix sitting on that same chair, looking like a queen on a throne. Hermione felt Harry stiffen himself, unwilling to show fear in the presence of The Woman.

“Thank you, Bellatrix.” The eyes of Tom and the two-remain soldiers narrowed at Harry for his use of The Woman’s name, “But you can go fuck yourself with your congratulations.” The man behind Harry and herself growled at the detective. Hermione felt her heart catch in her throat… Harry was as good as dead.

“Mm-hmm,” Bellatrix nodded, looking disinterested, when the beautiful women snapped her finger again, but this time said, “Rookwood!” Hermione had barely time to close her eyes when the pistol behind Harry fired directly into her partner’s chest. Hermione bit her lip, willing the tears in her eyes not to fall. Oh, Harry… I’m so, so sorry.

“Why?” Hermione asked, tears clouding her voice despite her best efforts, “Why did you…?”

“Why did I kill him?” Bellatrix interrupted, baffled, eyebrow lifting in confusion, “I think it’s rather obvious, Detective. He was in my speakeasy last night even as he arrests those who visit those places frequently, flipped my nephew, and shot at my men.” She then turned to Tom, a pout to her lips, “Bloody hell, Tom, you told me she was smart…”

"She is, Bella.” Tom’s voice, as it had done all evening, stabbed at her heart. The kiss hadn’t helped… But the way he said the woman’s nickname, the same nickname the woman’s husband had uttered before he died was like pouring salt in a wound.

“Well, darling, I’m not seeing much of it, I admit.”

“I meant,” Hermione tried again, voice more-or-less steady, interrupting the banter that was sure to ensue, “Why do all of this?”

“Well, Detective, I thought it was obvious.”

The first thought that came over was that Bellatrix had wanted to be with Tom and her husband was simply in the way. But thinking about it, it became clear. The way that the Black and Gaunt family seemed to be operating, the way that Lestrange was organizing his businesses… It was more than a crime of passion perpetuated by lust. It was a business deal.

“You wanted your husband’s power, almost as much as you wanted him.” Hermione gestured towards Tom.

“Hmm… rather easy a question, Detective, you don’t get any points for this one either I’m afraid.”

“And how?” Hermione asked, ignoring The Woman’s goading, but unable to stop her curiosity from sprawling, “How did you…?”

“Taking over my husband’s men took me a while longer than I care to admit,” the woman spoke, her hands running over her silky dress, taking special care to remove any piece of lint from the where the slit ended at her hip, “Of course, I do have to thank you for continuing to make use of the information we passed to you and continuing to kill my husband’s loyal men.”

“W-What?” Hermione stumbled and before she could blink, both Bellatrix and Tom pointed their guns at the two remaining soldiers and shot at them, hitting the two targets square in the chest. The men’s eyes were already glassing over before they hit the ground.

The issued ‘BANG!’ echoed in the warehouse and rang in Hermione’s ears, the sound seemingly much louder than it had any right to be. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, both against the ringing in her head and the knowledge that she’d be next. When no other shot ran out, and she found herself still breathing, Hermione opened her eyes to look at the two-remaining people in the room.

“W-Why?” She asked again, but now significantly more confused.

“Again with the questions.” Bellatrix sighed, as she cleaned the weapon in her hand and laid it besides Harry, clearly making it look that there had been a shootout between him and the soldiers, “Blindingly obvious answer again, too, Detective Granger. You are disappointing me…”

Hermione thought back to the way the soldier behind her had been shaking and realized that the question was a dumb one, indeed.

“These men still followed your husband,” Hermione said, “Or rather, they didn’t follow you enough.”

“Yes, good.” Bellatrix said as she retook her seat in the chair, “Of course, there is the issue of loose ends. We couldn’t just let them know about the specifics of Rodolphus death, not after selling out so many of Rodolphus’ men, most of which these two had been comrades with. They’d never accept me and Tom as the new heads. Loyalty is important, after all.”

“But why go through all this trouble?” Hermione asked, again, “You could have killed him more easily at home.”

“Well, you can’t just kill a Mafia head, Detective.” Bellatrix explained, as if to a baby, “We needed a motive, someone to blame it on. We started this several years ago, I admit, but then, this one here,” she pointed to her side, towards Tom, “got me pregnant and plans got delayed, some of the men switched from my control to my husband’s and vice versa. It was a mess.”

The girl she had seen in the company of Lestrange’s men in various photographs… The dark-haired little girl with pigtails and pretty red dress was the heiress to the Lestrange Crime Family – or was the Black Crime Family resurrected once more? – but more than that, she was Tom’s. Tom’s. He had a daughter and a… wife, or maybe a comare, when this was over?... out there while he had been screwing with her head.

“We could have done something after Del was born, but…”

“It was too risky,” Tom said, certain, pursing his lips and wincing as he did so, “We had to make sure that people would respect Bellatrix, that no question of Delphie’s parentage would be put in question. She’ll always be a Lestrange.” He seemed aggravated by the thought of his daughter having another man’s name, “But at least she’s safe.”

“And we’ll tell her, eventually,” Bellatrix said, nonchalantly, “Although I’m sure she’ll be elated to live with her uncle Tom, for now.”

“In a few months.” Tom said, tempering Bellatrix’s apparent speedy plans, “We have to wait for everyone to adapt, although I’m sure people will push us to act sooner rather than later, we’ve planted the image of us together for too long. People have expectations.” Bellatrix hummed in agreement, Hermione watched as Tom tightened his grip on her shoulder, and said, smirking at The Woman seating on the chair, “Have a few siblings for Delphie, maybe.”

“Oh, shut up.” Bellatrix said, and Hermione could hear the smile she wasn’t able to hide.

“That wasn’t a ‘no’.”

Bellatrix hummed, as she caressed the hand on her shoulder, “I’ll think about it.”

As Hermione turned from the loving display, part of her longed to beg Tom for her life, longed to say to him that he could have her whatever way he wanted if that was his wish or that she could disappear forever and never step foot in this wretched city again… But she knew, whatever he had had with her was fake. Looking him looking at Bellatrix with a softness in his gaze that was uncharacteristic of him… He had never looked at her that way, not even when faking to be in love with her.

But even as part of her begged her to plead for her life, the bigger part of her wrestled to rebel, to shout in their faces that they would be caught and brought to justice… But she knew the likelihood of that was unlikely, Hermione knew that the police were as much in the pocket of the Mafia as the politicians were. Odds were that Bellatrix and Tom would get away with this, scot free. Still, another question plagued her mind.

“How are you planning to contain this? Two detectives, an heir to one of the Crime Families, a Boss to another, a capo, and couple of prominent soldiers. All dead.” Hermione said, contemplating, “The two of you escaping, and then taking over is a very big coincidence.”

“Well, the public story will be that Rodolphus was at the warehouse to make an appraisal of the place to invest, Draco came along with him to learn the trade and got caught in shootout between the police and known Mafia members, then a gas pipe burst and the building went in flames.” Tom explained, “Rather amateur-ish but decent enough for the newspapers.”

“As for our families, something more elaborate,” Bellatrix continued from Tom, “It is well-known that you have been a thorn in our side for quite some time, Detective, something that Tom and I engineered, of course, by giving you intel to arrest many of our least loyal, more problematic members. The meeting that took place here was, of course, spread about the families relaying the intent of catching you, your partner and your ‘informant’.”

“We’ll pin it on Augustus, he has some connections with a former lover in the police,” Tom then, took over for Bellatrix, gesturing to the dead man behind Hermione, “So you arrive and you, your partner, and Augustus overpowered Rodolphus, killing him and that’s when Bellatrix and I ran. Then Draco, ah, we didn’t plan Draco,” He said chuckling, faintly, “He was never meant to come. Still, some cover will have to be made, about him coming here with Rodolphus and dying as a hero by sacrificing himself, injured after the shootout, to set off the explosives.” He snorted, “Worked out rather well, that.”

“Cissa will buy it, if only because it makes her son a hero.” Bellatrix explained, “Of course, we always planned on having him killed. Stupid boy was always too clever for his own good and far too close with Rodolphus,” Bellatrix ‘tsk’ed, disapprovingly, “something that will, at least, work in our favour for him being here.”

“So, Draco was always going to die then?” She tried, one last time, to make the people in front of her show some sort of emotion, some sort of remorse for the life they led. Hermione should have saved her breath, because Bellatrix only chuckled.

“I admit, I had hoped that he wasn’t stupid enough to come here today, and that he would give up on the foolish idea of becoming an informant and convince him that he had a bright future if he kept his mouth shut, but it is as it is… But don’t concern yourself with my nephew, Detective, because everyone here but the two of us,” long fingers on elegant hands pointed to herself and to Tom with a commanding ease, “will die today. No loose ends. That includes you.”

Hermione shook her head, helplessly, there was nothing left to be done. She lowered her head, indicating that her questions were over, that she was, if not ready, resigned enough to her fate. She heard Bellatrix chuckle softly, almost pityingly at her and couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“You want to do the honours?” Bellatrix asked softly, and the part of Hermione that couldn’t help but care for the man that had been her lover for 9-months was comforted by the fact that Tom, if nothing else, had someone to care for him.

“You do it,” Tom said, carelessly, as he fiddled with a lighter in his hand, “I still have to set up the explosive. Besides, I know you’re dying to.” He finished with a smirk on his lips. Seemed like he didn’t have the same consideration for her, but Hermione wasn’t surprised, couldn’t bring herself to care, she was numb, her fate decided.

Hermione heard the heels clicking on the ground as Bellatrix got close and had to fight off the chill that enveloped her body as Bellatrix tipped her head up, hand on her chin, to make her look in the calculating grey eyes, and a cruel elated smile of the blood-red lips belonging to the woman that would end her life.

As she felt the barrel of the gun against her temple, a thought ran through her head that she couldn’t stop; she wished she could have, even just once, felt the taste of smiling lips on hers, of worker’s hands on her body, of running her hands over the ginger locks of a man so good and so nice and so uproarious as Ronald Weasley.

With that thought in her head, she barely felt the gun discharge into her head.

#bellamort #fanfic #mine #anti-tomione kinda?#not too much just Tom being Tom #Character Death #mafia AU

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ @sasuhinamonth || SasuHina Month 2019 || Day Seventeen: Secret Relationship ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“S-Sasuke…”

“Shhh…”

“But -?”

“Just be quiet.”

The pair of them go still, the silence nearly deafening: it’s so encompassing, Hinata wonders if Sasuke can hear her heart leaping to her throat.

Beyond the darkened classroom door, a figure seems to pause...and then, after several heartbeats, continues down the hall.

Only once the footsteps fade does she dare to wilt with a sigh, a hand at her chest. “T...that was too close…”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Hinata?”

“I don’t w-want to get caught!”

“But there’s a little fun in the risk, right?” He gives her a hint of a grin.

“I...I don’t know about that…” Hands wring the hem of her sweater, brows wilted and eyes glanced aside. “I don’t want to get in trouble, Sasuke…”

“We’ll just tell them we were looking for homework we forgot in here if they ask. You just have to have alibis prepared.”

“I-I don’t think that quick on my feet!”

“Then just let me do the talking,” Sasuke offers, leaning and resting his brow to hers. For a moment he keeps grinning...but then his expression softens, the fondness in his eyes making her go all the pinker. “...it’s gonna be fine.”

“I...I know. I just wish we didn’t have to be so...s-secretive.”

“Yeah, me too. But we’ve both got asshole dads, so…”

Her cheeks puff a bit at the insult, but...in all honesty, Sasuke isn’t wrong. Hiashi’s tight leash around her (while giving her sister free rein) is anything but fair. The only chance she really gets to spend any unfettered time with Sasuke is the brief break between school’s end, and their clubs beginning.

Of course...Fugaku is little better. He keeps Sasuke’s nose to the grindstone, insisting dating while “this age” is pointless...and a waste of time that could be used studying or building up his academic portfolio with clubs, sports and other activities.

Hence why the two have had to hide their fondness. From everyone. If word got back to either of their fathers, no matter how...it would be a disaster.

Sighing, Sasuke moves to carefully peek out the door. “...I think we’re clear. It’s getting late, we better go.”

He pauses, however, as Hinata gently tugs his sleeve, the cuff held in both her hands as she stares bashfully at the floor.

“...what?”

“Could...could we…?”

A brow perks.

“...just one more?”

“...all right. One more. Then we need to get going. If we’re both late all the time, they’re gonna catch on, ‘nata…”

“I-I know...I just -”

Rather than hear her excuse, Sasuke cuts her off with a kiss. Her words turn to a surprised hum, and then a contented sigh. Arms lift to gently encircle his neck, lashes fluttering closed as he grips her waist. Mouths meld slowly, gently, quietly as they endeavor not to be heard.

You never know who might be just outside. The thought brings a slight flutter to Hinata’s chest. Maybe...Sasuke is right. There is a little thrill at the risk.

But eventually the pair have to come up for air, breath slightly labored as they softly bump brows.

“...I love you, Hinata.”

“I-I love you too, Sasuke…”

“One of these days, we’ll catch a break. A few more months, and we’ll both be out to college. Then we’ll be free, huh?”

“...mhm…” Giving the tip of his nose a brush of her own, Hinata sighs. “...we better go…”

“Yeah. I’ll go first - text you later?”

Hinata nods, watching him go and listening to the clock tick. Just a few weeks until graduation...and then...on to university. They’re both attending the same school. Surely then they’ll no longer have to hide. Well...maybe when parents come calling, but otherwise they’ll be a few towns over. No more curfews, no more schedules...no more secrets.

Her chest warms at the thought, smiling to herself. As if it’s not hard enough paying attention as the end draws near, but...all she can do lately is daydream about it.

And Sasuke admits to the same.

Once a few minutes have passed, she cautiously peers out before scurrying out toward the stage. Ms. Yūhi won’t be happy if she’s late to drama club practice, but she’s got just enough time to spare if she hurries.

Then...she can get lost in her daydreams all she wants.

.oOo.

Oooh boy, this is always a fun trope xD Set in a modern verse cuz...I’m a sucker for it honestly, haha - I didn’t like it for a while, but it’s starting to grow on me! Poor kiddos with strict parents...mine were a little bit restrictive but not THAT bad, thankfully. But I know that pain to an extent, lol Aaanyway, that’s all for today! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #sasuhinamonth #sasuhinamonth2019 #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ]

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nymphl · 6 years ago

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Bloodbound - A vampire!Hux x Reader - Prologue - Leave a Scar

A/N - Hello! xD Here we go with another piece of my stories posted to tumblr. This is a vampire!Hux story with lots of... well... what can I say? blood and sex, it’s a given Politics involved. Apart from the prologue the chapters are usually big +7k. I know space vampires is not usually a concept that people would be excited to read, but bear with me and I promise a good read xD This story is a gift to @sassmasterjedi

Story summary: Bound by blood... After you left the First Order and joined the Resistance, moved with a deep hatred for General Armitage Hux, you never expected to meet said man in a Gala in Canto Bight, nor that your past was intimately interlaced with his. When the past is written in blood, can you start anew, a new chapter of your own, or are you forever bound to him? When all is said and done, can you still keep on hating a man who has all eternity to hate himself?

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 tags: from lovers to enemies; from enemies to lovers; partners to lovers; eventual romance; vampire!hux; vampires in space; vampires, blood, blood binds; First Order; Resistance; power play; politics; Hux backstory; political alliances; political betrayals; vampire sex; shameless smut; memory loss; mesmerizing; vampire powers; vampire politics; Starkiller Base; military prowess; empire; emperor; Emperor!Hux; dhampirs;

Wordcount: 3289

NEXT CHAPTER

“Whatever doesn't kill you is gonna leave a scar.”

“DID YOU SUMMON ME, SIR?"

The words to leave your lips were no more than a whisper. It was the middle of the night and the room — his room — was remarkably dark. Apart from the dim light coming from the study room, there was no other source of illumination in the darkened space.

You wondered if he had a strong headache or something like that, for he simply never liked darkened spaces — he never talked about it, but you guessed it was somewhat related to his troubled childhood and abusive father. And for a fact, it’d been weeks since he last summoned you. Or even stayed in the same room as you without at least another person in it. When he spoke, his eyes were never focused on you.

They were always somewhere; always distant and unfeeling.

At first it hurt, but you decided it was to be expected. He was a newly-appointed General and you were… just a common officer. You were remarkably good at what you did — being his assistant; it is, if he would still have you —, but weren’t all in the First Order? You were no better than the officer with whom you shared your quarters.

The mere thought of him seeking you now — weeks after your last encounter had your heart racing and your palms sweating.

A sigh left you as you waited for him to speak. The eerie silence coupled with the fact you couldn’t distinguish his features made you tremble. Couldn’t he just speak at once?

“Careful with your words, Officer (L/N).” You didn’t know if he’d left his armchair or… Either way, you could hear his voice as clearly as if he were speaking inside your head. You shuddered. “Your insubordination will not be tolerated any longer.”

You furrowed your brows.

Your eyes widened.

Did you say the words aloud? You were sure that was absolutely not the case.

You straightened your back and held your breath.

“I apologize, Sir.”

You were met with silence and silence only — which, honestly, wasn’t far from what you were used to. He’d this terrible habit of staying quiet when you needed him to say something.

How you hated him!

He shifted in his seat. The sound of something — a glass perhaps? — placed over a hard surface — wood, metal? — startled you. The silence was so sepulchral, you could hear your own heart beating against your ribcages…

…and your breath.

But not his.

You could actually see your own breathing. It left your lips and became a white smoke in the blackish space. Did this place — his room — get any colder?

You were getting tired of this. Of his aloofness, of his cold shoulder and inexplicable behavior. Before he travelled — it is, before he left the Starkiller Base and went on some mission for the Supreme Leader in the Inner Rim —, everything was just fine between you.

He was never an outspoken man — not about his feelings at least —, but you figured out he loved you. No matter how harsh he usually was, you knew he cared. Kriffs, you loved him too!

But now you weren’t so sure of his feelings.

“For kriffs’ sake, will you just speak?”

As soon as you said that — as soon as the words left your mouth in an angry, senseless outburst —, you regretted it. Instead of some sort of rebuttal or promises of punishment, there was a sharp intake of breath.

When he did that it usually meant he was pissed off.

But so were you.

“I am leaving.”

For good.

You could’ve added. You weren’t taking any of this crap. His crap. Not anymore.

Turning on your heels to leave, you were surprised by his bare fingers around your wrist. Startled, you tried to yank your arm off his grasp, only to have him tightening his grip — much stronger and much colder than what you were used too; again, did someone drop the temperature in this room? It was freezing! — around you.

His voice was raspy — was he drunk? —, cold and unbelievably lowly. If not for having his lips so close to your ear you doubted you’d be able to hear him, “You are right. You are leaving. For good, (L/N).”

The meaning of his words hit you like a wild bantha on the run. But the fact he used your surname in such proximity made your heart clench.

It had been one year and half since the two of you crossed the boundaries of boss and assistant and became lovers, and except from when you were working, he never called you other than by your name.

If he now thought appropriate to go back to last name basis, it meant things between you had shifted. They were beyond repair now.

You bit your bottom lip, suppressing the need to cry — you had been very sensitive lately, ever since he left, you couldn’t get a grip of your emotions, “What do you mean, Sir?”

His hands were running over your nude arms, very, very lightly, as he walked around you, surveying your form. You could not see him, but you were sure he could at least feel all of you.

“Wearing only an excuse of a slip…” He said against your ear. No, he purred. The sound sent a jolt straight to your core. Subconsciously, you leaned against him — all disappointment and anger completely forgotten. “Did you expect something out of this encounter?”

You were so shocked at how nonchalantly he sounded, you had to try and disentangle yourself.

He didn’t allow it.

He wouldn’t.

“Stop biting your lips,” he hissed as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. It only helped you brush against his crotch.

The two of you gasped.

He was hard.

Very hard.

And pulsating against you.

Somewhere in your mind you wondered how he could know you were biting your lips. If you couldn’t see him, it was for sure he couldn’t see you either, right?

Your thoughts were cut short when his bare fingers — where were those damned gloves of his? He seldom took them off when you made love — reached the inside of your thighs and outlined your lips.

A moan escaped you as you ground against him. It’d been weeks since he’d last touched you — and you couldn’t recall a better time. Even if everything was a bit fogged in your mind, your body would never forget the sensations he awakened in you.

He was good in bed — remarkably good, but you thought that it was more because the two of you were acquainted with each other’s body by now —, very enthusiastic and controlling. But what you experienced in his arms last time was beyond expectations. He took you without hurry — and you never thought slow sex could be that good — drawing pleasure out of our body even when you thought that was no longer possible. Kriffs, he even made you climax by merely caressing your neck with his lips — and biting into it too — and playing with the sidelines of your breasts.

When he was done with you, you thought you’d died and gone to heaven. You were glad he was there to hold you, otherwise you’d have collapsed. And then… He left. And you were too sleepy and tired — exhausted, really — to ask where he was going.

“You wanton creature,” he whispered against your earlobe. His lips were everywhere. The outline of your ear, your neck and your shoulder. His nude fingers — the ones that weren’t scissoring you and yanking from you sweet mewls —, were working with the straps of your nighty. “Shhh… Do you want anyone to hear us?”

Your eyes snapped open.

Your breath became heavier.

No.

Of course not.

But as he pinched your clit to the point you could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“General!” you cried out, sinking your nails against his skin. It seemed much firmer, much… unbreakable than before. Usually, he’d hiss against your ear, reprimand you on your behavior. Now, all he did was to remove your only piece of clothing completely from you.

The black silky fabric slid down your body, leaving your perky and so very sensitive — everything about you was beyond sensitive; pain and pleasure could be felt in a higher level of intensity — breasts exposed to the coldness of the room.

You even thought about crossing your arms against them — to keep your body warm, to hide yourself —, but he growled — he actually growled, like an animal! — against your ear. His slightly elongated fangs rasped against your neck in warning.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Better than having his lips against your neck was to have his hand wrapped around your throat — cutting your breath slightly short — as he brought you to an earth-shattering climax.

The mere thought had you sneaking your fingers through his hair — you knew he hated when you did that, but you did so, nonetheless —, burying his face against the curve of your neck.

“Armitage,” you whispered in his ear, as you brought his hand to your breasts. All you wanted was his mouth on them, worshiping them as he usually did. However, he seemed obsessed with your neck; his teeth scrapped the skin lightly.

His fingers inside you brought you each second closer to your ending — their inhuman pace, sometimes very fast and then very, very slowly, had you moaning shamelessly, bucking your hips against his; pressing your ass against his crotch. Your hand left his — letting him manipulate your body on its own — and palmed him through his trousers.

So hard.

So kriffing hard.

He breathed deeply against your ear — his hips, too, bucked against yours, against your hand. You even tried to shift in his arms, so you could touch — work — him better, but he didn’t allow you.

“(Y/N…),” he whispered back in a warning, before he sank his sharp teeth into you. The pain of your skin being teared apart should’ve you asking for him to stop. Instead, you cried out in pleasure as his thumb found your clit and expertly handled it.

His fingers inside of you reached an inhuman pace as you bucked your hips against his hand. Pain and pleasure mixed in the most explosive of sensations as your orgasm raked through you.

Your lids fell closed; you surrendered completely to him.

A moan left you.

Him.

You were no longer sure.

But as your body shook against his — with his fingers working you inhumanly slow now, till he dragged another orgasm out of you —, you couldn’t help but feel tired.

Exhausted.

Your body went limp in his arms. Your heart, which always beat at a frenzy pace — especially in the last few days, as if more than one organ beat inside of you — slowed its pace.

And as the pleasure became only a tingly sensation running through your body, you couldn’t help but feel pain.

Excruciating.

It hurt.

It kriffing hurt.

Still, he wouldn’t let you go. He wouldn’t remove his teeth from your skin.

It burned.

It kriffing burned.

Armitage!

As expected, there was no response from him. You weren’t even sure you said his name out loud, or if you just imagined it. Your hands went back to his hair, pulling at the ginger strands strongly. Forcefully.

“Stop! I’m…”

You wanted to warn him…

To make him stop…

To tell him that you were…

That inside of you…

You grabbed onto his hair with renewed strength, yanking him away from you. The will — the need — to live — to survive — was greater than anything.

Even if he growled, he let go of you with remarkably ease. He purred as his teeth detracted from your skin. There was no need to touch your neck to know it was bleeding. You could feel it running down your skin.

You could almost see it on his lips.

And you could remember — faintly, vaguely… like a foggy dream — it happening before. It wasn’t the first time he did it — that he drank your blood.

Your eyes fell closed out of their own volition.

It was difficult to stay awake.

It was difficult to think.

It was difficult to even breath.

You wanted to be disgusted…

…mad…

…afraid…

Yet, all you could feel was numbness taking over your body. Crawling under your skin and gripping at your barely beating heart. Next thing you knew — you felt —, his wrist was pressed against your lips and his thick blood filled your mouth.

As if your life depended on it, you grabbed onto his wrist firmly, holding it against your lips as he whispered something you couldn’t understand in your ear. Small sounds — purrs — left him as he encouraged you to drink more of it — every single drop.

The coppery taste was strong on your tongue, nauseating even, but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed it. Craved it. You could feel the slit from where the blood poured onto your thirsty mouth closing, so you teared it open with your own unsharp and plain teeth.

His hand wrapped around your throat, however, prevented you from further feasting on him.

“Enough.”

Your lids felt heavy, but your heart was beating normally again. With it, you — with your temporarily heightened senses — could hear another heart pulsating in you. And if you could, you bet it wasn’t different for him.

His hold around your throat tightened momentarily only to loosen shortly after. Quicker than your eyes could follow, he was in front of you; his heavy coat fell around your shoulders, covering your nudity.

Groggily, you looked down — at your bloodied fingers — and panic began to build into you. Stepping back, your tried to disentangle from him, but his fingers were back to your throat faster than you could follow.

You gasped.

“Look at me.” His voice was raspy, low and angry. You thought you’d never seen him that angry — not even when you started working for him and committed small mistakes that only Armitage Hux would find unacceptable. “You’ll leave the First Order, (Y/N) and you won’t ever come back.”

You furrowed your brows.

Why would you do that?

How would you do that?

It wasn’t like the First Order allowed anyone to leave it — only dead and you had no wish to die anytime soon.

You even wanted to voice that question out loud, but his fingers around your throat prevented that. You couldn’t make a sound.

“You’ll forget this night ever happened.”

His nose was almost brushing yours now; his full-blown pupils attracted yours like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t look away. You didn’t want to.

“I won’t remember this night,” you repeated; numbness taking over your being.

You felt tired.

Exhausted.

He loosened his hold around you but didn’t let go. His left hand was stationed over your hip and his eyes — of a lovely bluish color, so intense and unreadable — flickered to your womb.

You wanted to tell him…

You had to tell him…

But all you could do was stare at him stupidly as he spoke words you couldn’t understand. That didn’t make any sense.

“You never entered this room. You haven’t seen me tonight.”

Your lips trembled.

Yet… Even if your heart screamed at you — it knew it wasn’t the first time it happened, it is, that he made you forget what happened —, that it wasn’t right, your lips repeated his words as if they were the most natural thing you’ve ever spoken.

“You won’t remember me.”

What?

“No.”

You clawed at his hands. Starched them. With all your mighty. But it did nothing to him. He merely tightened his hold, cutting your breath short.

“You, (Y/N) (L/N), have never met Armitage Hux.”

No.

“You’ll leave the First Order and raise your child away from here.” His voice became deeper, somber… but it also became lower. You almost had to struggle to hear it. The hand pressing your windpipe fell to his side, but the other remained on your hip, keeping you on your feet.

“We’ve never met before,” he spoke slowly, as if his words hurt him too. Your heart was in pieces right now. “Repeat it.”

You shook your head.

No.

You didn’t know what he was doing to you — what he thought he was doing —, but all your memories — otherwise vivid and colorful — became gray and gradually vanished from your mind. In the back of your eyes, each scene, each moment of your life in it he took some role was… disappearing. You were there… Everything was still there, but something was… missing.

“Pl-Please.”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to forget you.”

He seemed unfazed by your plea. Both of his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him. You swallowed. And lifted your fingers to brush against his face — one last time… one last…

Your thoughts were interrupted by his lips on yours.

He kissed you.

Sweetly.

Shortly.

Tenderly.

Painfully.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips when he broke apart. He pressed a small kiss against your sweaty temple in the gentlest of the caresses.

“You’ll leave.” His voice was back to his usual tone. Cold. Detached. “Tonight. Lieutenant Mitaka will help you.” He wetted his lips. “You won’t tell anyone, not even the father.”

Your heart broke at his words.

It’s yours.

You wanted to say.

You could have said…

You would say…

If you could recall him. If you could recall any memories of him… Of this man in front of you. Who was he?

The first tear ran down your cheek, followed by many others. They touched your lips — bitter and salty — and gathered at your chin.

“I will let him know and he’ll go to you when it’s safe.”

No.

It’s… Who was the father of your child?

He brushed your tears away, but as soon as he wiped one, several more took its place. You sobbed. And you didn’t even know why. How pathetic. You were sobbing and crying in a stranger’s arm and you didn’t even know the reason.

“You may leave.”

He pushed you gently towards the door, one hand on the small of your back. When you typed the passcode — you had no idea how you knew it, you just did — and the steely doors opened, you cast one last look at him.

You knew this man.

You knew his face.

You knew those bluish eyes.

You could never forget those intense orbs. Nor that remarkably ginger hair.

You forced your brain to think… to remember…

Nothing.

There was nothing. Everything was blank.

Your head hurt when you tried to remember him. Your heart hurt when you failed.

You even reached out… thought about touching his face — perhaps if you touched him, you’d remember? —, but lowered your hands. It was rude to touch someone you didn’t even know.

“Do you remember what I said?”

You nodded.

“Yes. Lieutenant Mitaka will help me. I must go to…”

He shook his head.

“I don’t want to know.”

It was your time to shake your head. You were so confused. If the First Order was so dangerous… If it was no longer a safe place, why wouldn’t he run away with you? Why would he stay? It made no sense. And why would this man want to keep you safe? Why would he care about you when didn’t even know him?

“Who are you?”

He took his time to reply, his fingers removed a strand of your hair and placed behind your ear. Subconsciously, you leaned against his touch, seeking more of his warmth.

“Someone that you hate.”

A/N - Well... That’s it. I hope you’ve liked it. Since I’m busy to come up with new chapters, this story is difficult to write and takes a lot from me, I’ll update the chapters I’ve posted on AO3 here every Wednesdays, on Thursdays I’ll post In the General’s Bed and on Fridays I’ll post Lie to Me.

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cellebriana · 6 years ago

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Oc questions, all the prime numbers you didn't answer yet

OH. Prime numbers you say... Gotta google them just to be safe, it’s been a long time since I had to know them by heart xD

2. Have you created characters for a fandom? If so, which one/ones?Most of my OCs are for Potterverse! I have also Saiyuki and LOTR ones. My first OC was Anastasia’s and Dimitri’s daughter, but now that I think of it, it might have been slightly weird to do it. But hey, I was 7 at the time!

3. What is the most important thing, to you, about creating a character?How they fit into the pre-existing world. I don’t want them to stand out too much. Lately I’ve been also paying attention not to make them too similar to myself - I guess to avoid the self-insert situation? That used to be one of my sins of the past.

5. What do you like most about a character you’ve created?I like everything about my “main” OC Mia. I like how she had growth from a slightly bitchy attention-starved teen to a caring professional that she is right now. I like that she is everything I am not yet I still find similarities between us. I love drawing her, her hair and freckles are everything. I like that she was able to help her partner heal from years of mental strain. I love her.7. What are your characters, to you?A way of attaining what I desire without drastically changing my own life...? My most important OC is working in a medical field - a path that I let go few years ago, but still feel sad about it. Also, children. Lots and lots of children that I won’t probably have. 11. What are the major inspirations you draw from for your characters?How they handle trauma. I put them through shit probably because I want to see through them that it’s possible to carry on despite difficulties? Also, I do give them families and that way I vicarously have a family of my own?13. Do you really like someone else’s character? If so, why?Oh yes. I love, love, love Frytka’s character Julia (https://www.deviantart.com/frytka, not sure if she has tumblr), who became adoptive mother of my own OC, but shhh! Also, I love with all my heart @coldqueennerd-blog ‘s character Rose. After years of RPing together, how could I not?!17. If someone wanted to direct a movie involving your OCs, would you let them?I mean, sure. Go ahead. I would have to suffer through people’s yapping of how unrealistic some plot points are (even though I constantly work on improving that! But some crucial ones are just non-avoidable - it would change the whole character’s origin), but which author doesn’t?Thank you for sending me an ask! I’m super excited, that was my very first one!

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septic-dr-schneep · 7 years ago

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Will you be writing fluff for Jackaboy and Schneep any time soon?

Hahaha, this fluff I just wrote is so self-indulgent I may just explode XD It’s sorta kinda based on this, but also just how I imagine any sort of late night studying would go with these two!

This isn’t exactly the best bedtime story I could tell. Come tothink of it, this isn’t even a story.

As he thumbed through thetextbook propped on his knee, Jackieboy offered a sideways glance to hiscompanion. Schneep blinked back with a weary smile, tilting his head andsquirming slightly closer so he could see what page they were on.

They were nowhere near done with this, Jackie noted, resisting the urge todespair. Henrik had been working incredibly hard lately; he had a series ofupcoming tests to renew his doctor’s license and he needed to brush up on someof the terminology. Jackie had promised to help him, so help him he would—evenif it meant numbing his own brain in the process.

Schneep must have caught sightof Jackie’s pursed lips or noticed the little sigh he suppressed because whenthe hero glanced back at him a second time, his smile had disappeared.

“Do you want me to read?” he questionedresignedly, holding out a hand for the book. “I know you don’t really want to—”

“No, no, no, I’m just finekeepin’ on,” Jackieboy cut him off, wrapping an arm around his shoulders andpulling him against his side so he could see the pictures as he continueddeterminedly, “This is an example of an electropherogram from a pGEM control.Note that the first—”

“Shhh,” Schneep hushed him witha light chuckle. “I’m right next to you; you will talk my ear off!”

“Well, maybe we’ll reach thepart that lets you know how you reattach it.” Grinning wryly as the doctorelbowed him, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice to the smooth, sweettones he often used with kids who were too shy to talk to him. He read thewords without hearing them, instead opting to imagine those kids’ adorablelittle faces staring up at him with awe and wonder. He had a feeling they wouldbe more entertained by his comics, though; this would put them to sleep.

“Notice that the two C’s at bp12-13 are not well separated. All of this is normal, but reinforces thesuggestion to place your primer at least 15-20 base pairs away from…your…”Jackie paused as a soft noise from Schneep distracted him, peeking curiously atthe doctor and then doing a double take when he saw that, somewhere during thereading, he had balled up and tucked his head against his knees. His glasseswere crooked, his hair mussed so it covered most of his face, but in the newsilence Jackie could hear his breaths—too slow and deep to be anything close toalert.

It seemed the kids weren’t theonly ones he could put to sleep with this, he mused in surprise, easing thebook shut. His satisfaction with his early escape from studying faltered slightly when he felt agentle shift of weight as the other relaxed closer to him. Keeping his own framestiff and unmoving, Jackie considered how vulnerable he was letting himselfbecome, unconsciously or otherwise. Warm fondness curled close in his chest atthe thought of his friend’s trust. He knew he would take care of him. He knew he was safe with him.

Well, he wasn’t about to try bringing him around; obviously he needed therest. He was in a constant state of sleep deprivation as it was and there wasno reason to keep reading; he wouldn’t be able to focus. He’d kill his back sleepinglike that, though. Setting the book aside, Jackie peered across the dim lab tothe cot awkwardly laid out in the corner, which didn’t look particularlyappealing. Henrik’s actual bedroom was on the other side of the building, but it wasn’t like he weighedmuch. Jackie had always been able to carry him without much effort.

“Okay, buddy.” He placed a handon his shoulder and an arm under his knees, gingerly unfolding him from his ballso he could heft him off the floor. “Up, up, and away.”

Henrik’s breathing faltered andhe twitched a little as soon as Jackie lifted him but he was already committedto the motion, so he fully straightened and tightened his hold on him, stayingstill. His heart sank a little when identical blue eyes blinked open and hisfriend lifted his head.

“What’re you…?” he mumbled,barely audible, staring at him in dazed confusion.

“Sorry,” Jackie offered in a whisper,trying not to let his voice reflect his disappointment. “Didn’t mean to wakeyou…Just go back to sleep and I’ll get you to bed.”

“But…I can walk…”

Jackieboy shook his head,readjusting his position so he was a little more secure against his chest. Evenas he slid an arm around the older Ego’s neck, Schneep halfheartedly kicked hisfeet in protest, losing one of his loafers along the way.

“I can walk, Jackie-e-e…”

“Not like this, you can’t.” Keepinghis voice quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument, Jackieboy nudged thelab door open with the toe of his boot, letting it slide closed behind them ashe took him into the hall. Henrik argued anyway, as best he could.

“Is just a lil’ walk…Nothingt’carry me for…Y’think I can’t make it from he-e-ere? Just g-give me coffee, Icould run the marathon…”

Thanks to his drowsiness, thedoctor’s accent was coming in far too strong for Jackie to understand much of whatfollowed. He suspected half of the sentences were in German anyway, but everyso often he could catch bits and pieces. “…lot’f running in my prof—profession…’speciallywith the mental ones…try to talk t’ them an’ they get out’f their straitjacketsan’ try to kill you…Then I’m left t’ clean up after them, the other doctorsblame it all on me…”

“Do they now?” Jackieacknowledged in a low voice, not bothering to hide the frown which surfaced atthat. As he’d suspected, Henrik didn’t notice it, tucking his face against thecurve of the hero’s shoulder and nodding minutely.

“Bennett’s the one who locksthem up. Is always his fault, everything,” he slurred. “He kept…He kept…H-He…”His voice finally drifted off and Jackie sighed in relief at the little purringsnores that followed—though he did file a note in the back of his mind to askabout the offending Dr. Bennett later on.

His pace quickened a little ashe moved into the bedroom; his eyes had adjusted to the dark so there wasn’tany need to turn the light on. Crouching, he slid the bedcovers aside as best he could while stillsupporting his charge. As soon as he lowered him down, Schneep twisted onto hisstomach and let his arm fall toward the floor, sighing faintly.

The warmth in his chest hadreturned, Jackie discovered as he carefully pried Henrik’s glasses off and setthem on the nightstand so they wouldn’t stay bent against the pillow. Runningan affectionate hand over his friend’s green fringe, he murmured, “Sleep well,”and then soundlessly made for the door.

#youtube #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #jackieboy man #dr schneeplestein #in case anyone hasn't noticed #i am a sucker for jackieboy carrying people #it will never stop #fluff for days #sleepy time #sleep deprivation #i live for queerplatonic jackieboy and schneep #answered ask #Anonymous

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empresswrites · 7 years ago

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Anonymous said:

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a vamp!ace x marco plz? (maybe Sabo too?

MarcoAceSabo pairing commenced, but sort of established SaboAce? As in the beginning a little run down as they got together. Also, this is late, I’m trash XD But anyways, this hit me and just ran away so here you are. Spanish is involved, but I know very little and looked on translator, so excuse it being awful. I tried my best and tried to find a few areas to look. I need to stop slacking on my lessons ^^; They are basically explained in reactions and the following sentence. Enjoy!

It was a simple mistake when he first met the man, he dressed that of the time he had died and thought maybe he had been one as well. Ace had been sorely wrong, approaching the blond had him finding out that he was not actually from that time as he talked some more. Ace had thought he found someone to relate to, someone he would never have to change to be with him as a friend or partner. Being wrong left him to start stumbling to make up that he liked that era and tried emerging himself as much when he could, instead of admitting he had been a part of it. Hearing the chuckles from Sabo had been a delight and he felt himself clenching that he was falling for a human so much.

“Just one time,” Sabo had mentioned with suggestion dancing within those green eyes that Ace really questioned if he was his kind or not.

“Okay,” Ace had agreed while being dragged from the living room of Sabo’s place and enter a room full of nothing but forbidden fruits to be bitten.

The first time Ace had bit Sabo had been on accident, in a rush as they began a relationship and he loved being bit by those dull teeth so much. It set him over the edge for the first time and craving as he hadn’t got his supply yet. Biting Sabo had sent the other in a heated frenzy at the time, but Sabo had not pushed him away once they cooled down.

“Do it again...” Sabo had mentioned raspy, attacking Ace with his own dull bites and sent a growl ripping through a throat for more of the attention.

“Not him,” Ace blanches as the two sit at a cafe. It was settled that being at a club brought more of a sour twist than what Ace preferred, Sabo serious in making him comfortable on feeding. Finding someone to feed in between for Sabo, Ace had grown used to it and only had a supplier on occasion to not make it too suspicious for the man who provides.

“Yeah, he kind of gives asshole vibes...” Sabo agrees while flickering eyes as he takes a sip of coffee and scanning the street. When his eyes lock onto a blond in a suit and on his phone while looking to the cross walk signal, he lightly chokes. “Ace, him.” A nod is lightly given in one direction and Ace turns with a stretch this time and almost slips out of his chair.

“Ay papi~! Tráelo.“ Hands had moved to making a ‘come here’ motion in front of him, grinning to Sabo. A small laugh leaves Sabo at the words and soon looks more as the businessman is coming to the cafe, blue eyes flickering to his watch after crossing the crosswalk and phone put away.

“Ve a por ello.” Sabo mentions, barely getting it out as Ace is rising smoothly with his grace that Sabo could never get over. Watching as Ace gets to line for a croissant and mocha, the businessman is behind him with a hand running through his short hair, shaved on the sides and back. Sabo smiles in amusement, Ace using the present knowledge to flirt and staying up with it and practicing so much on him that it made him chuckle so much at being cute and sexy at the same time.

Standing to the side, they both wait for their coffees and Ace’s charisma starts picking up. Getting the other interacting swiftly, though seeming in a bad mood and sees it slowly change as Ace is pulling cheesy smiles and jokes. Sometimes the best someone could do is pull out corny jokes and being a dork to get someone reeled in. Sabo thinks that Ace has it in the bag before Ace falters with a frown and scrunching his face as this businessman slides a hand to a bare forearm. It clearly makes Ace tense and he shifts a hand as a signal for Sabo to come sweep him away.

Sabo is quick to move with his coffee and appears at the counter to grab Ace’s mocha and food. “Hey, babe,” he greets as dark eyes find him quickly with relief and Sabo shifts to kiss to a freckled cheek before looking to the other man. “Who’s your friend?”

“Cazador.” The word rolls from Ace easily as Sabo knows that this person is unsafe, a hunter, and moves to pat at the hand grasping his lover.

“Please let go, Sir.” Sabo meets blue eyes and sees a smirk before doing so. “Come on, babe. You have too much charm for your own good,” he jokes on and notices as the businessman tilts his head with an interested look.

“Sabes que es un demonio de sangre.” The language leaving the hunter has them tensing and Ace is sure to grip to a hand as he would protect Sabo. The businessman is watching Sabo, referring to him when claiming that Sabo knew of Ace being a ‘blood demon’.

“Perdonanos.” Sabo says firmly with a scowl to excuse them quickly and is caught by a hand.

“We are not of Old Order, we are of the New Order.” The man explains quickly, even with his coffee being done, and Sabo faintly hears a soft growl from Ace.

“I’ve heard that enough, Cazador. I will not be fooled once again.” Ace grits out as Sabo is quick to pull his arm away and show his stance with his lover.

“Yet, I was very much interested on those teeth along my nape, yoi.” Blue eyes dance while looking to the two and gives a smirk. “We coexist, learn and teach for those unaware of what is happening or keeping them up on changes. Does Shirohige ring a bell?” The name does not with Sabo, but Ace makes a noise with a small huff.

“Shirohige? The one that the Order is unhappy with?” Ace asks quietly, Sabo knowing most see a glimmer put up around them of friendly chatter and nothing wrong, or that teeth are slightly sharper.

“Yes, we are against the Order. Most understand when I say New Order, yoi. Though, you seem old enough to know more of just the Order solely. I hope you consider coming along to visit. Our Pops would always want to help others who need it, like a drink?” A smirk lingers with eyes sitting hooded and gleaming in interest that pools heat in Sabo’s belly when it reaches him. “Along with your friend, yoi. We give jobs to help and keep everyone twined together like a family.”

“Newgate can fuck off, as if I would come along with an elder. I dealt with one too many in my life and all of them are crudo y vil.” When the language slips, Sabo knows Ace is unhappy and would most likely walk off any minute. Plus, Sabo knew about a few Elders from Ace, mentioning some awful tales. “Vete a la mierda, Cazador.” There it was, Ace had been through with talking to the man and started tugging along Sabo, who followed along with a glance back. The businessman looks a bit upset, but seeming to understand as he turns for his coffee. Something causes Ace to stiffen, worrying Sabo as they leave the cafe swiftly down the sidewalk to get away and Ace is sure to eat his croissant while lingering closer.

“Ace?”

“His name is Marco,” the vampire starts while downing his mocha and having Sabo wince as he knew the heat didn’t bother the other, but it still looked painful. “He works with Edward Newgate, an Elder vampire that used to know my... my... f-father.”

“Oh,” Sabo starts as he knows Ace’s father is a sensitive topic and watches the other stop on the sidewalk as they were some distance away now from the cafe, fast walking mostly.

“My father had been the one to start up the New Order, wanting the coexisting with supernatural and that of mundanes. He never got to do it, being human left him disadvantaged and if... if I hadn’t been changed by... him...” A vehement tone leaves Ace as Sabo knew that also being a sore subject, how Ace was changed. “Then I wouldn’t have to relive seeing him being killed, having nightmares of witnessing it while in severe pain as they burned me, deprived me...” Pain laces in words as Sabo begins pulling Ace to the side into an alley as he knows the other was shifting realities, not liking how much he had been triggered.

“Sshh, Ace... I’m here for you now... You know I wouldn’t leave you for anything.” Sabo tries to reassure before seeing that look of desperation in dark eyes.

“But you will... Like everyone else... Everyone leaves me whether by dying or...” Ace trails as Sabo winces at remembering his rambles in the night when the terrors scrapped through Ace’s mind and memories like a sharp comb. Most times people died or would ‘tire’ of him and try to either kill him or leave him bound for so many years so they could run.

“I won’t leave you... I will stay with you no matter what...”

“I won’t, Sabo... You know I won’t... I can’t after Luffy...” Words are strained, the name bringing Ace to slump like the burden has returned to his shoulders full force and Sabo moves to hug onto him while cradling his head.

“Ace, shhh... it’s okay... That wasn’t your fault...” Trembles leave Ace, having Sabo worry at seeing his lover in such a state and cards fingers through strands. “Let’s... let’s consider them... It would be for our gain... to change me... to be with you...”

“I would do it, yoi.” They stiffen, noticing the familiar voice and Ace let’s a growl rip through his throat. Sabo is shoved to the buildings side and arm protecting before him as he notices the businessman moving around the corner with eyes watching. “Well, not per say me, but we can train in people to do so.”

“I don’t want your help!”

“You could witness my change... I’m having it done by our Pops... Elders are known for the most effective... Though, you should know that, yoi.” Marco watches them as Ace stops growling while pressing up against Sabo more, who is clearly confused. “Pops still carries the family picture, you merely cut your hair and added muscle to your body, not much more besides clothing, of course. Though you still resemble your mother more than anything.”

“You shut your mouth.” Ace hisses while showing small trembles as the hunter watches them and moves leisurely closer. “You wouldn’t know anything...”

“No, I don’t... but my Pops would. He would be happy to know you had lived, yoi. I don’t know how many times he has told me he regretted not being there to protect his friend and his family. Which I know, being there to console him when he would have a moment and gaze to the picture he holds so dearly close. Roger had been the one to make sure he succeeded one way or another, yoi. That man, your father, brought so much hope to Pops and he often asks what he would do in certain occasions.” Marco states firmly, but a twinge of depth of how mournful the situation is. Giving a minute pause and standing close, but keeping a distance, he speaks up once more. “The one who changed you, we can find them and eradicate them if possible. We know who had attacked your family and have been hunting them for a while now, but we could use all the help we can get.”

Ace looks on in consideration, feeling soothed by Sabo wrapping arms around his waist. A shaky breath leaves Ace as he leans more into his lover with eyes carefully watching. “Possibly... I will... allow to meet, but from there is completely vague.”

“Understandable.” Marco comes back with and gives a reassuring smile that somewhat brings that feeling with it.

-o-o-o-o-

Newgate had been overjoyed to see Ace, smothering him in an embrace and never wanting to let go. Sabo had convinced Ace to stay around and try to get him to open up more while still being there, not wanting to leave his side. Marco had come into the picture slowly, especially after the man’s change as Sabo had wanted to know how it was and the emotions and reactions he had with it. As they grew closer on the lead for who changed Ace, things began to be a bit more strange with Ace.

“It’s not adding up...” Marco had commented once in Newgate’s office as Sabo had been with him, being told he needed to be there as well with their predicament.

“What, son?” Newgate asks with an eyebrow raised and Sabo still felt that whimsical atmosphere from the elder.

“Ace’s age of change...” Marco mentions, bringing a frown to Sabo at the mention of their lover being brought up like so. “I know, Sabo... It’s sensitive, but if in the picture he was only twelve and the incident happened when he was eighteen...” The mentioning has Sabo freeze with eyes wide and staring to the other.

“Ace was changed at twenty.”

“Exactly, so we are missing two years after the attack of his parents...” Marco continues while a hum lingers from Newgate and having them both look to him.

“Go get him, it’s only right to ask...” Newgate brings up, noticing his words bringing a nervous atmosphere from the two before him.

“Well... that’s why we are here as well.” Sabo speaks up this time and gets raised brows, having green eyes flicker to Marco, who is frowning.

“After finding the location of Lafitte, Ace had acted strange and said he was going to be sick. We figured it had to do with his past, yoi. But...” There is a pause lingering as they both stare to Newgate with stress in their postures. “Ace is gone.”

#MarcoAceSabo #Vampire!Ace #Human!Sabo #Human!Marco #Vampire!Marco #Supernatural AU #Fnatasy #Vampires #Spanish involved #Shady shit happening #Ace needs a hug #Mystery ending #XD

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