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sl-newsie · 1 year ago

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Give It A Chance (Baby John x Velma's Little Sister)

‘So basically Baby John still hasn’t got a date to the dance at the gym, so Mouthpiece has an idea to set them up, but the thing is she’s a tomboy and has never been to a dance she doesn’t want to go, but after much convincing she decides she can at least meet her blind date beforehand. Much to her surprise he’s got a nail in his ear. She offers to help, they bond and end up having a wonderful time at the dance together.’ Huzzah! Coming right up!

Jacqueline’s POV

“Come on, Jackie! It’ll be fun!” My sister chats from the other room.

I roll my eyes. “No!”

“Social mixers aren’t life sentences, sis! Just give it a chance-”

“I am not going to a boring, meaningless dance where I will be forced to act nice to people I hate and just stand in the corner like a tossed-aside wallflower! Besides, I've already planned on fishing over in Brooklyn later. Spot’s gonna miss me!”

Fishing with Spot and the other Brooklynites sounds lots more fun than any dumb social event!

Velma storms into my bedroom and backs me against the wall. “Jacqueline Anderson, you will be going to this dance if it’s the last thing I do! You cannot just play around with boys and never go on a date!”

I gawk at her remark and sneer. “Why not? Is it hurting your image?”

“That makes you a tomboy, and I am not having any of that! It’s time for you to grow up and be a lady! What would mother say?”

“You tell me!” I fume. “You knew her better than me before she up and left us! While you’re off gallivanting with your drama queens, I’m actually trying to help dad out by doing odd and end jobs. You want me to be a lady? I’ll be my own ‘lady’ by learning how to support myself without suffering through pointless social dances!”

Velma’s reddening face shows I’m winning, but before she can yell at me again another voice rings out from the front door:

“Velma! Velma! Come quick!”

Graziella, Velma’s best friend, bursts in with a wild look on her face.

“What’s the news, Grazzi?” Velma asks.

“It’s Riff! He and the Jets were fighting the Sharks again! I hear they got roughed up pretty good! Baby John even got-!” She notices me and smirks at my confused frown. “Ooh, I forgot! You haven’t met them, have you? Don’t worry, you will at the dance tonight!”

I huff. “In case my sister hasn’t told you yet, I’m not going! So thanks, but no thanks.”

Mouthpiece’s POV

“Don’t sweat it, Johnny. It doesn’t look that bad…” I peer down at the bloody nail stabbed in the young Jet’s ear. It looks bad.

Baby John groans. “Face it, I’m just the runt of the pack. You guys are better off without me tonight. Just leave, Mouthpiece- go get ready for the dance.”

“What ‘bout you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I ain’t go’n. Besides, I don't even got a date. I ain’t good with the goils like you all are.” He offers a weak smile. “My ma raised me too soft, I guess.”

“Hey, fellas!” Grazi jogs up and looks between me and Baby John. “Ready for tonight?”

“Apparently Baby John ain’t go’n,” I say matter-o-factly as the Jet in question walks away to go slump on a bench and stare at passing cars.

“Huh. That’s 2 rejections I’ve heard today.”

“Who was the foist?”

“Velma’s sister.” Grazi chuckles. “She’s never gone to a dance and never wants to. She's more of the ‘tomboy’ type, if ya catch my drift.”

“Really…?” I put a hand to my chin and look over at where Baby John’s sitting with a smirk creeping onto my face. “That gives me a crazy idea that just might work…”

Jacqueline’s POV

Ah, dad’s workshop. The only place in this bizarre city I can be myself! I’m currently trying to get a chores list done of fixing a few household items before my fishing trip with Spot.

“Oh, Jackie!” Grazi calls in a singsong voice when she and Velma strut in. “I have returned with wonderful news! You’re still against the dance, right?”

“Still not going,” I say flatly, not even looking up from the clock I’m repairing.

“Oh really? What if I told you that I just set you up on a blind date with a Jet?”

I nearly drop the clock. “What? You’ve got to be kidding!”

Velma and Grazi giggle at my befuddled look.

“I kid you not! Mouthpiece and I worked it all out- you each need a date, so you go with each other. It’s perfect! You’ll love Baby John, he’s super cute.”

“Those Jets are nothing but trouble! Dad never wanted Velma to get involved with them, and here she is now caught up in all this gang violence. I ain’t getting sucked into that too!”

Velma ignores my repent and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Just give him a chance, please? He’s really nice, honest! Do it for mom?”

Really? She’s guilt-tripping me into this, going out with a random boy I’ve never met? But I still can’t ignore the stabbing remorse leaking out of my heart. Mom would have wanted me to at least try. And no one ever said I had to like it. I’ll just show up for 10 minutes and leave when no one notices.

I eventually let out a sigh in defeat. “If I do this, will you stop pestering me about going to social events?”

“If you do this, I’ll never make you go to another social event ever again.” Velma holds her hand up in a scout’s honor.

I close my eyes and, before I can second-guess this once-in-a-lifetime offer, I give a stiff nod.

“Yay!” My sister does a victory dance and takes my hands to twirl me around the workshop. “Your foist dance! I’m so happy!”

I rip my hands away and kick a can across the room. Guess I’ll have to tell Spot I’m canceling. “Yeah yeah, whatever. So what do I do now?”

Grazi looks judgingly up and down at my rugged, stained overalls. “Foist off, you’re gonna need a dress.”

Great. I’m going to love this.

In half an hour I feel like one-a those plastic mannequins in a fancy department store. When Grazi holds up a mirror I don’t exist. Instead, I see the face of a fragile goil with rosy cheeks, red lips, highlighted eyes, and brunette curls up in a too-perky ponytail. The dress Velma is lending me is a deep blue, despite my request to wear her blood-red one.

“It lets people know you’re with the Jets, Jackie. You don’t wanna be confused for a Shark goil.”

Why does that matter? But I don’t push it. Just dress up all goily-goily for one night and this’ll all be over.

“But why the shoes?” I groan when I try to stand on the painful heels.

“It helps with posture, so you don’t slouch,” Velma answers quickly before she starts yanking me out the door. “Now come on, we’ve gotta meet up with the boys! Grazi’s already headed off with Riff!”

Baby John’s POV

“Think fast, Johnny!” Mouthpiece calls.

I whip my head up just in time to catch a bottle, one that smells… funny.

“What’s this?”

“Cologne. You know, for your date.”

I almost drop the bottle when my brain processes his casual sentence. “D- Date? Whaddya talk’n ‘bout? I told ya I don’t got a date.”

The blonde Jet smiles and puts an arm over my shoulder. “You do now, Johnny! Grazi and I set up a blind date for you and Velma’s little sis.”

Blood drains from my face and my throat suddenly feels dry as a desert.

“Mouthpiece… I- Why would you do that?” I start panicking. “She probably expects some cool, suave guy that’ll make her swoon. I can’t even dance! I’m- I’m gonna die of embarrassment!”

The older Jet presses me against the wall and tries to calm me down. “She ain’t like that, Baby John. Trust me, you’ll like her. And if it’s any comfort she’s just as reluctant to go to the dance as you are.”

I nod and swallow. “W- What’s her name?”

“Jacqueline.”

“Jacqueline…” The name rolls off my tongue like a drink of fresh water. I haven’t even met her and I’m already anxious about this! “When do I meet her?”

“Oh, about-”

“Mouthpiece! We’re here!” We hear Velma yell close by.

“Right now!” Mouthpiece steers me to the alley and pats my back. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

“But my ear-!” But Mouthpiece disappears before I can get any help, leaving me to hastily cover my bleeding ear with my hand. Great, now I’ll drive her away with a bloody ear!

In all the rushed mix of confusion and fear, I swallow my nerves and turn to look and find-

Oh my God.

Jacqueline’s POV

“Do I really have to do this? I mean… he probably won’t even like me. Why torture us both?”

Velma waves it off as we make our way to the Jet junkyard. “Oh, please. He’s gonna love you, sis.” We get to a dark alley and she yells: “Mouthpiece! We’re here!”

Guess there’s no going back now.

I take a deep, shaky breath and lift my head up just in time to see- Oh my God.

The most adorable face I’ve ever seen step into the alley. Wait- can goils use that term? But he is! And when this mystery boy walks up closer with an awestruck look on his face I’m proven even further. Brown eyes, cute nose, dark hair, and a tan skin that makes me suspect Italian heritage. He don’t say anything, just keeps staring at me. Did I do something wrong?

I try to break the ice and wave. “Hey, handsome.”

The boy does a double-take to see if he heard me, then looks behind him at the empty alley and points to himself.

“Me?” He squeaks.

I roll my eyes. “No, the wall. Yes you, stupid!”

“Jackie, play nice,” Velma warns. “I’ll leave you kids to get acquainted. Meet you later at the dance!”

And just like that I’m left to fend for myself. But I gotta say, this guy seems a lot less egotistical than I pictured the average Jet. Only known him for 2 minutes and he’s never smirked at me once! But why does he keep rubbing his ear?

Not wanting to make things even more awkward, I step forward and extend a hand. “Jacqueline Anderson. Call me Jackie. You?”

The boy seems taken back by my casual way of speech and shakes my hand. “Baby John.”

“Neat gang name. What’s the real one?” I ask bluntly.

His eyes widen. “Oh, um- just Johnathon. So… you’ve never been to a dance either?”

“Nope. I’s always too busy helping my dad in the shop. I’m doing this to get Velma off my back, that way I can do what I actually like doing.”

“Which is?”

I bite my lip and cross my arms. “You’d probably think it’s stupid. I say let’s just get this dance over with, so let’s go.” Before Baby John can ask further I grab his hand and start drag him towards the street leading to the school gym, but then I notice his hand is covered with- blood?!

“Dear Lord, what did you do to your hand?”

Baby John gets a look on his face and hastily rubs his bloody hand on his shirt. “Oh, sorry. I forgot, um… I got a nail in my ear.”

“What?!” I quickly grab johnny’s shoit and bring him closer get a look at his ear. Sure enough, there’s a rusty nail lodged in his earlobe. “Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.”

He sighs. “I know, it’s gross. I- I understand if you wanna go without me.”

Is he serious?

“No way! I’m not too keen on this dance, but I ain’t just gonna leave you here with your ear look’n like that! Now sit down and shut up.” I search through my purse and pull out a handkerchief. “Here. Once I pull it out hold this on your ear and put pressure on it.” He takes it, then gets wide eyes when I pull out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“What the…? Do you got a tiny murder kit in your purse or someth’n?”

“Haha. No, my dad just taught me to always be prepared. Velma carries lipstick, I carry bandages. Ready?”

Baby John takes a deep breath and holds up the handkerchief. “Ready.”

With steady hands I carefully inch the nail out, and I must say I’m impressed by Baby John’s pain tolerance. He tenses up and squirms a little, and I start to feel bad when he lets a discomfort groan slip out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just a bit longer- there!” I quickly remove the nail and hold John’s hand against it. “Pressure!” Now I take out anodda handkerchief and soak it in alcohol. “This is gonna sting like Hell.”

I press it to his ear and John immediately cries out. “Dammit!”

“I told you! Now just a sec-” I cup Baby John’s face with one hand and wrap up his ear with the other. “There. It’ll hurt for a while, but at least it’s disinfected. Sorry, I know it’s really humiliating for a boy to get treated by a goil in public.”

But on the contrary, Johnny actually looks grateful.

“Thanks, Jackie! It feels much better. So… you still wanna go to the dance?”

I shrug. “Yeah, why not? Mine as well since I’s already gussied up in this stupid dress anyway. Unless you’d rather back out now?”

Baby John immediately shakes his head and seems a bit geeked. “No, no! I’m- I’m actually excited. I’s never been to a dance before, so forgive me for be’n a bit of a softie.”

I chuckle at his innocence and give him a playful nudge. “Yeah, but you’re a cute softie. C’mon!” I grab his hand and we start walking to the gym.

Baby John’s POV

Oh my God. Oh. My. God! I think I’m on a blind date with an angel! And she’s holding my hand!

Jacqueline, Jacqueline, Jacqueline… Jackie. She’s beautiful, but not in a traditional way… It’s hard to explain, but I feel as if I don’t have to worry about offending her or pretend to be cool. And she didn’t freak out about my ear!

When we get to the gym it’s super noisy and we have to squeeze through the hallway, making me press against her back and my pulse double.

“Sorry.”

She gives me a funny look. “For what?”

“Bumping up against you?”

She huffs. “Johnny, that ain’t something to be worried about with me. I’ll sooner arm wrestle someone rather than make a hissy fit about getting my toes stepped on. Just relax, ok?”

Is this goil even real?

I expect to be hard-a hearing in the gym, but Jackie’s voice doesn't keep up with the light, feminine tone.

“HEY! JOHNNY! LET’S GO OVER HERE!”

We find a space in the back corner and just stand back to watch the others dancing in the center. Riff and Grazi are having a dance-off with Anita and Bernardo with many onlookers. After a while I feel Jackie nudge my shoulder.

“Wanna dance? Or are you just here to show up too?”

In my head I can’t help but be disappointed that Jackie’s only here because she’s being forced to, not because she wants to dance with me. But I don’t wanna make her do something she don’t like- ‘it’s the gentleman thing to do,’ as ma would say.

“You don’t have to dance with me. I understand, you just wanna get this outta the way.”

Jacqueline’s POV

I notice Johnny’s spirits fall, and at foist I’m not sure why. But then I see him look’n at the odda guys dancing with goils and it clicks. He really wanted to dance with me. This isn’t just a meaningless one time thing to him.

“Say, Johnny… Do you know how to dance?” I ask noivously.

He lifts his head up with new-found enthusiasm and shuffles his feet. “Uh, no. But I’m willing to learn!”

I smile and take his hand. “Then we’ll both learn, ‘cause I don’t either!”

And so it goes, starting with a simple jig and Baby John lifting me up in the air. We do some jazz squares, in-and-out hops, and some charlestons. He’s really good! But my nerves pick up again when the music tone changes to a more slow, romantic song and couples start slow-dancing. Baby John seems to get anxious too, but we both struggle through and start swaying while trying not to fall over.

“I apologize in advance if I step on your feet,” I kid at him.

“Hey! I’m supposed to say that to you,” he points back with a smile.

“Yeah, well… These heels can stab right through your feet. Seriously, they should be classified as murder weapons!”

“I’m assuming you’s never worn heels before?”

I look down. “That obvious, huh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you pull them off well.”

“Just one more thing I’ve failed at in my big sister’s life of being a goil etiquette.” I roll my eyes.

Baby John frowns. “You don’t act like a goil.”

Hm. I was afraid of this. Sooner or later Baby John was gonna see just how much of a tomboy I really am and then probably leave me for some other more feminine goil.

“Would you want me to?” I ask uneasily.

It doesn’t take long, just a short moment for Baby John to look straight at me with his big, brown eyes, then he shakes his head. “No. I like you, like this I mean. You’re not flirty or over dramatic, you’re just like… just like talking to a guy. B- But not in a weird way!” He quickly recovers and runs a hand through his hair. “Gee, I’m sorry Jackie. ‘S just I ain’t too good talk’n to goils, but you… you’re different.”

“Like… a tomboy, right?”

“Exactly!”

I nod and look away. “Yeah. Someone who never wanted to go on dates ‘cause all guys want is a dainty goil who giggles when she laughs, like a lifesize Barbie doll.”

“I don’t see you that way. You don’t let anyone control you, aren’t afraid to get messy. If that ain’t respectable, I donno what is. But, um, if you’s will’n to maybe give a guy a chance…” He clears his throat and looks at me with noivous eyes. “Would you wanna maybe go on an actual date? It don’t gotta be like this, maybe something outdoors?”

Baby John doesn’t care I’m a tomboy? And call me crazy, but a real date with John actually sounds exciting! Maybe dance wasn’t so terrible after all…

I can tell Baby John’s noivous, but I try to ease him up by taking his hand and using my other hand to cup his face. “Jonathon, I’d luv to!”

His face lights up brighter than the sun and suddenly I’m be’n twirled through the air.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Baby John cheers. When he sets me down he looks at me with a serious face. “I swear, Jacquline, I’ll be good to you. I ain’t like the odda Jets, I’m an honest man I swear.”

My heart melts and I take the courage to lean up and place a soft kiss on Jonathon’s cheek. “I know, Jonathan. I just… know. And I just wanna say thank you for ever want’n to date a weirdo tomboy.”

A deep red flushes over his cheeks and John gives a shy chuckle. “Thanks for give’n a skinny nobody a chance. Um… one last dance?”

“It’d be a shame to waste the golden opportunity,” I smirk.

He grins. “Let’s go!”

We walk hand-in-hand back into the dancing chaos, then begin twirling away again. Tension is still thick between the Sharks and Jets, but we don’t care. All I can think about is Baby John’s soft hands and luv’n eyes. All my life I’ve never thought any guy would take an interest, but now I think things are taking a change for the better!

“Hey, Jackie! You’re finally enjoying yourself!” My sister shouts when she and Action dance over to us.

“Zip it, Velma!” But deep inside, I’ve never been happier! We keep dancing until the Jets and Sharks start to get into a heated argument, then take the time to slip outside.

Baby John gives me a sheepish look. “Things are start’n to get heated up. Sorry ‘bout that.”

I wave it off. “It ain’t your fault. Velma talks ‘bout this kinda thing all the time.”

“You wanna get outta here?”

I shake my head. “You have no idea! Have ya ever gone fishing before? I know the best place in Brooklyn.”

“That sounds poifect, Jackie.” Baby John smiles warmly and takes my hand, leading me outta the crowded gym and out into the cool night.

“Just wait ‘til you see the harbor-! Ugh. These shoes are killing my feet!” I take a moment to lean against a crate while John seems to get an idea.

“Allow me, miss.” He kneels down and starts unstrapping my painful heels. When he’s finished with the foist shoe I stumble a bit, but John lets me lean on him to regain my balance. After I can walk normal again, Baby John stands up and plants a quick kiss on my forehead.

“Race you there?”

I give him a wicked grin. “You’re on!”

#west side story #west side story x reader #west side story imagine #west side story baby john #1950s #west side story mouthpiece #newsies #spot conlon #newsies fanfiction

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sneakingpasta · 3 years ago

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Mdzs but WWX doesn’t die and is there as Jin Ling grows up with his parents and his uncles

Alright so WWX actually gets to celebrate Jin Ling’s one month celebration with his family

Brought him a spicy pepper or something because we all know that that’s how one accepts another into their family Yunmeng style

Jiang Cheng and him start fighting because babies can’t have spices until they’rs six months (Always gotta have a fight in a family reunion, you know how it goes)

Baby Jin Ling won’t go to sleep until Uncle Xianxian plays a little flute song just for him (absolutely spoiled rotten, this baby is) (WWX doesn’t mind spoiling him)

Once Jin Ling can actually have spicy foods you Know that wwx is cooking up a motherfucking call-the-ambulance lava melting meal for initiation

Jin Ling’s crying but is a stubborn boy who will eat every drop of this poison to assert dominance

After the meal is finished, the rest of the family members are dying while rinsing their mouths out

Meanwhile Wwx is holding Jin Ling like he’s the baby Messiah

“THIS IS MY NEPHEW” “THE BLOOD OF YUNMENG RUNS THROUGH HIM” “THIS IS MY NEPHEW”

Wwx keeps cooking and Jin Ling actually develops his level of spiciness

Wwx starts teaching Jin Ling how to destroy kitchens and people’s mouths cook and now they’re both disasters in the kitchen who can make food that will kill a man

WWX teaches Jin Ling some sick flute solos that he can now perform like it’s nothing

However, the best and most incredible thing Jin Ling has learned from both Wwx and JC, is how to swear

The first incident happens when Jin Ling is four

It’s a nice day, disciples are playing with the younger children, parents are setting up picnics on patches of grass, a gentle breeze is blowing through, filling everyone with peace

Then, like a discordant note swinging through the air, a resounding “FUCK” is heard

Everyone whips their heads around

Little Jin Ling is trotting at very fast speeds towards his two uncles, looking as though he had been treated with utmost discourtesy and unfairness, drenched in water

His face is red with anger and wwx and jc ask him what’s wrong

“The mudafucking wind threw me into the damn lake”

There is silence

Then, wordlessly, JC and WWX look to each other

And they can’t help it

Wwx “Pfft” is all it takes to send the both of them wheezing

Then they pick Jin Ling up, tears of laughter still steaming down their faces, as they go to fight the wind

Flash forward a couple of years

Jin Ling has become a master archer (Gotta thank Uncle Wen Ning for the lessons) and an amazing sword fighter

However, having been raised by two dramatic ass uncles, he is also a Drama Queen

And when Wwx starts showing signs that he’s got a fuckin big crush of Lwj, that’s when Jin Ling is like “Alright Showtime Motherfucker”

At this point, he knows for a fact that lwj is also helplessly in love (Jin Ling is repeatedly exasperated and annoyed at how dumb two of the smartest people can be. Like seriously. It was embarrassing to watch)

So he gathers all of the Lan disciples and recruits them into the “Getting my dumbass uncle his soulmate because he won’t stop whining about it over dinner and I am this close to snapping his neck” Team

With the crew together, they put together what might be the most extra plan to get two people together (including fake investigations)

With Jin Ling, Lan Jingyi, Lan Sizhui, and Ouyang Zizhen at the helm of the ship, they somehow execute the dumbest and most idiotic plan in the history of plans and make it work

Then, after months of preparation and build up, the day arrives

They send out a distress signal

Wwx and lwj enter a dark forest clearing

Hidden in the trees, the juniors are making hand signals at each other

From the darkness, thousands of lanterns float up into the sky (They spent two entire sleepless nights making them and transporting them here)

Beautiful white birds gently drift through the night sky

Flower petals seem to fall from nowhere (Are actually being thrown by frantic juniors who are so worried about making the plan go wrong if they don’t perfectly toss them)

Not a single cloud is in the sky, as the moonlight perfectly lights up the area (The Juniors swore to slice every cloud in half if it came to it and Heaven wasn’t bout to test them)

BUT since they forgot they lured them here with a DISTRESS CALL, wwx and lwj are stressing out about where the ducklings are and their safety and what type of creature was doing this and-

“HOLY FUCK JUST KISS ALREADY” Jingyi shouts from his spot in the tree

Similar shouts echo from the the forest as lwj and wwx finally understand the situation

Bada bing bada boom PG confession time

By the time they kiss a lot of juniors are rolling their eyes or gagging because “ew, kissing”

After the kiss, Jin Ling descends from a tree like a God, flute in hand, as he begins celebrating their win with the most epic fucking flute solo the world has or will ever hear

#Jin Ling’s uncles #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jinyi #ouyang zizhen #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan zhan #lan wangji #the juniors #Wangxian #the untamed #mdzs au #mdzs #au where wwx can be the doting uncle I KNOW HE COULD BE #mo dao zu shi #Yunmeng bros

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 3 years ago

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26 for the prompts? perhaps w the cat n mouse lads :3 (also look danny i did it i sent a prompt are u proud)

I...actually don't remember what the prompt was for this one, but I'm 87% sure it was "I'm not that scary, am I?"

So fine since y'all keep asking for 'em, here's more of the cat and mouse bois. Shoutout to @gabbydafurry and an anon for finally giving them names.

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

“I’ll make pollo asado for dinner, we can eat it together while we watch!”

Aaron sighed and rubbed his hands against his forehead, trying to ease the dull throb that had yet to wane over the past two days. His headache certainly wasn’t being helped by the constant badgering of his...roommate, for a lack of better words (as well as being a title so eagerly self bestowed by the cat in question) but much like many of their other interactions, his resolve was starting to wear thin. Usually, he was able to hold his ground for at least a week until he was bribed into giving the other some type of social interaction with the promise of his favorite foods. Today, however, the poor mouse just wanted a moment’s peace free from knocking on the walls or calling through the cracks until he answered, and if that meant watching some stupid movie then fine.

Plus, Lucas did know how to make some incredible Mexican food.

“...fine,” Aaron conceded after a pause, the pressure behind his eyes giving him a sharp pang before fading to its usual ache, almost like his own body was projecting how horrible of an idea this was.

As soon as the mouse slipped out from behind the curio, he came face to face with the massive grin of the cat mere inches away from the opening. Seeing the grin only split wider when he was fully in view of the other normally would have instinctively sent a shiver up his spine, it was kind of difficult to be intimidated seeing how Lucas had strangely contorted his body to lay on the floor between the curio and the bookcase. Most cats seemed to be fairly flexible, so it probably wasn’t too uncomfortable for him to be so bent and curled up, but he definitely lost some of that hunter’s prowess with his back twisted sideways and one leg leaning against the shelving.

In a flash, Lucas had managed to untangle his strange positioning to instead be crouched on his knees, now looming over Aaron in a way he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He flinched back when his hand started to reach out towards him, fully intending to scoop him up to dizzying heights without a second thought, but the appendage stopped just short of touching him at all. Instead, he dropped his hand palm side up and waited, smiling all the while. At least he was getting better at remembering Aaron’s explicit request to not be grabbed without permission, though he did always apologize with a sheepish look and some little treat whenever he forgot.

Once Aaron climbed onto the awaiting hand that radiated a delightfully intense warmth into his already aching muscles, Lucas was already jumping up a chattering a mile a minute about how much the mouse was going to love the movie he picked out, how dinner would be ready soon, how he wasn’t expecting him to actually agree to watch a scary movie with him since he never seemed like the type who would be into that sort of thing but--

“It’s a scary movie?” Aaron interrupted, the noise finally registering beyond the headache. Truthfully, he tuned a lot of what the other said out for almost every conversation, not that it ever seemed to make a difference. Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit of a chatterbox, he admitted once, but it’s less weird talking to someone who doesn’t respond than to talk to yourself, right?

Debatable.

Lucas tilted his head and snorted. “Uh, yeah? That was one of the first things I told you about. You know that one actress who’s in almost every one of those Christmas movies we watch, who’s always the jealous best friend?” Aaron has no idea who he was referring to given that he never absorbed anything from those stupid romance movies he was boarderline forced to watch, but nodded anyways, “Right, this is supposed to be her big break out role, or something. It’s the first thing she’s doing as a lead actress, and you know, good for her! I’m glad she’s getting out of that typecast she’s been in forever. Horror probably wouldn’t be my first choice for her, but I guess since she has those singing vocals it could carry over to being a scream queen. Kind of like when--”

And Aaron was out of the conversation again.

Lucas continued to drone on about the actress’s entire film career, or at least that’s what the mouse was assuming he was doing when he occasionally zoned back in to pick up a stray word here and there. The headache he had been staving off to the best of his ability was starting to come back with twice as much force as it often did in the later days. He probably could have just asked the other for some aspirin, maybe even some cold medicine as that was no doubt what this bout of illness was turning into, but asking the cat for anything was always out of the question. Of course, Lucas tried to sway him numerous times into thinking it most certainly was not and that he could always ask for whatever he needed, never to his avail. Aaron was indeed willing to prolong his suffering if it meant not having to stomach the dreadful embarrassment that would come to being indebted to the feline, no matter how insignificant.

Unfortunately, he was only setting himself up for failure in thinking this “agreement” would be providing him any sort of relief. His headache was treading dangerously close into becoming a full fledged migraine and the flashes of light and screams from the television would not be doing him any favors. His only saving grace was that, after he had been settled on the couch and Lucas scampered off to get the dinner he promised, the cat turned off every other light possible to, as he put it, really get them in the spooky mood!

The smell of the food was delicious and nauseating. His stomach both wanted and revolted at the idea of anything filling it, which would only serve to worsen his headache no doubt. Damn it all, he wanted to throttle both himself and this illness, the first for agreeing to watch this stupid movie when he was already feeling under the weather, the second for preventing him from getting his half of the deal. These movie-dinner dates deals were the only reason Aaron continued to stick around, even if he thought the torment of being forced to watch awful romcoms in exchange for a hot, homemade meal was a little unfair. No, that wasn’t entirely true, Lucas was a freaking culinary genius as far as the mouse was aware. It was a wonder why he wasn’t majoring in a cooking field.

“I’m not hungry right now,” Aaron lied when Lucas had asked why he wasn’t eating. “I’ll try some later.”

The cat looked at him strangely before shrugging. “Alright, just let me know. If you don’t like it, I can always make you something else.” There he goes again, offering things he knows the other can’t accept. At least he could let it slide this time as he had no appetite to think of any other dish.

Lucas finished his own meal in silence, completely fixed on the television as the opening scene carried on, introducing the canine main character that Aaron did, in fact, vaguely recognize. This was fine, he figured, the dark apartment coupled with a painfully slow movie, a warm body moving to curl up behind him as it so often did during these deals, he could probably get a few moments of real rest in before the credits rolled. As much as he loathed to admit it, the cat was actually rather...comfortable to be forcefully cuddled by. He wasn’t like other movie goers that needed to make a comment on every character’s decision, steady breathing and the occasional purr helping the mouse slowly relax.

That relaxation was cut short as soon as the romcom actress tore her tiny avian neighbor to shreds by the end of the first act.

Aaron had hardly been paying attention to the storyline up until this point, something to do with the girl being bitten and experiencing insatiable hunger lately. The sudden carnage of the otherwise trusting little prey creature made both of them flinch in surprise, though Lucas was quick to laugh it off. From then on the mouse’s unwavering attention was glued to the screen, but not by his choice. A chill ran through him each time she claimed another unsuspecting victim, always a prey animal, and ripped them apart with her teeth and nails like a starving animal. The way the tiny’s incredibly realistic viscera was slurped into her bloody mouth made him queasy, all too easily imagining himself in their shoes.

Eventually, her hunger became too strong and she began attacking fellow predator species as well. Ripping into throats and soft bellies was far messier than snacking on a tiny creature in three bites, making her feast all the more gory. While the violence still unsettled him, it was a touch more bearable now that he couldn’t picture his own body being mangled between the teeth of a predator he thought he could trust. Speaking of…

The mouse gulped and risked a glance behind him at the other who had hardly moved, save for a few jolts and snickers whenever a particularly good jump scare managed to startle him. It didn’t go unnoticed that every time Aaron had physically reacted to a sudden screech or attack, the cat would curl just a little bit tighter around him, hiding a laugh behind a rumbling purr. He wanted to believe this was meant to be an act of comfort and not something equally as nefarious as the canine plotting her next kill. Regardless, Lucas was equally transfixed on the movie, except he seemed to be enjoying every minute of the horror aspect. His tail would flick in interest during the high tension scenes, even more so when a chase sequence was underway. It made sense, considering that was his favorite game to make Aaron play.

Whatever the case may be, the mouse couldn’t help but be unnerved tenfold that the other had the audacity to enjoy a fictional movie he was interested in seeing. The last thing the mouse wanted was for Lucas to get any more ideas when it came to chasing him around the apartment, much less awaken any sort of primitive instinct to maim his prize after it had been captured. To this day, it remains a deep seated fear in the back of his mind that every time the cat cupped his hands over him, his teeth would be quick to follow. Natural instincts were hard to shake for a reason when it came to prey animals such as himself, he could only hope the same wasn’t true for predators.

His imagination was running rampant, enough so that he completely missed how the movie ended. Something about a cure, something about being put down, whatever. The only thing on his mind was the morbidly hilarious thought that if Lucas were to go feral like the canine, would he eat him raw or would he cook him up in another fantastic dish?

Aaron jumped when Lucas moved to sit up behind him, only now registering the credits scrolling across the screen. He stretched a bit, the quickly fading warmth that had been surrounding the mouse making him realize just how tight the other must have been snuggled around him. How did he not notice?

“Wow,” Lucas said, pursing his lips. “That...was one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life.”

That wasn’t the reaction Aaron had been expecting him to have, but it was certainly better than to hear him go on about how it was a brilliant masterpiece. He got up to flick the lights back on, still laughing as he recounted each poorly written scene and cheesy effects. “I mean, oh my god, right? The mail man saved everyone? Seriously? I actually feel bad for making you watch that, you totally have dibs on the next movie night.”

He turned around to look at the mouse who was still huddled tight on the couch, wide eyes glued to the screen even if it was just names moving along with ominous background music. Lucas gave him another quizzical look, smirking.

“C’mon, even you have to admit those tinies had zero survival instincts. Like, who goes up to a rabid dog and asks for directions? I get suspending my disbelief and all, but they could have made it just a pinch realistic. This is so going to tank her acting career…” The cat shook his head and moved closer to the couch so that he stood right in front of the television, finally drawing the other’s attention to himself. “Hey, you hungry now?”

Oh, absolutely fucking not. An hour and a half of being tensed up gave no relief to his aching muscles and now that the lights were back on, so was his pounding headache. His stomach rolled, the nausea a mix of dizziness and disgust from the special effects. He didn’t even want to think about food, he didn’t want to be out in the open anymore, and he most certainly did not want to spend another minute in the cat’s company right now.

“S-sure…” Aaron finally squeaked out. He just needed Lucas out of the room, distracted somewhere so he could make a break for it. In some instances, he would have just darted off whether the cat saw him or not, but that always resulted in a game of chase that had a 50/50 success rate, the other loving it anyways. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to rest up and heal and not think about how easy it would be for the other to bite off his head whenever he felt like it.

Lucas stood there for a minute, studying him, and just when Aaron genuinely feared he was going to pounce, he flashed an innocent smile. “Cool, just give me a couple minutes to get it heated up.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Aaron decided to be bold and waste a few precious seconds of his head start to collect himself. Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. Lucas had been nothing but kind to him. Aloof, but still kind all the same. But as a prey animal that spent the better part of his life living in walls and stealing to survive, trust was a risk he simply couldn’t take. There was hardly any benefit to keeping up this con if the end goal was simply to eat him. For all he knew, though, Lucas was nothing more than a merciless sociopath that was willing to milk every ounce of fear he could before chowing down. A sociopath obsessed with romantic comedies and wore an apron when he cooked and had begged Aaron for two months straight to tell him when his birthday was so that he could make him a miniature cake.

...okay, so maybe Lucas wasn’t a sociopath, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy. Evolution gave him sharpened fangs and agile reflexes for a reason and the mouse was not about to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end of those one day.

With his head as clear as it was going to be for the time being, sans the dull throb behind his eyes, the mouse finally pushed himself up to make his way over to the couch arm. Slowly, as to not overwork his stiff joints, he climbed his way down to the floor and skittered under the couch for a little extra protection. Strangely, he noticed that he didn’t hear any noises coming from the kitchen just up ahead and when he stopped by the doorway, he couldn’t see anyone either. Losing track of the massive cat should not be possible, especially considering this was a one bedroom apartment and there was literally nowhere else for the feline to go without coming back through the entryway. Aaron should have taken it as a blessing, but of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He proceeded to be daring and come out from under the couch completely to peek into the kitchen, confirming it was empty. Again, that shouldn’t even be possible for Lucas to slip out without having to directly pass the living room to go somewhere else. Unless he had, which would mean Aaron missed him somehow. He had been in quite a deep thought process on the couch...but he could have sworn he was only collecting himself for a minute!

The answer became glaringly obvious when the mouse took a few hesitant steps back and turned to retreat under the safety of the couch, only to come face to face with Lucas. He damn near jumped out of his skin, slamming his back against the wall in an effort to gain another inch of distance between himself and the face taking up his entire view. Really, this was nothing too out of the ordinary for the cat, he loved to sneak up and pounce whenever the opportunity presented itself and Aaron wasn’t too obviously close to heart failure. What made his heart stutter, however, was the fact that Lucas didn’t look like...well, Lucas. There was no smile, no warm eyes, no words being talked a mile a minute about nothing.

No, there was just a frowning cat with his ears pinned back and pupils slit, stalking closer with a terrifying rumble in his throat.

Instinct overtook him as soon as he saw the other’s lip twitch, trying to dart under the couch for safety and having his path immediately blocked by a hand being slammed down, claw out. Aaron couldn’t even yelp, the bile in his throat threatening to turn into vomit if he idled around too long. So, he didn’t. Instead, he turned on his heel and scampered in the opposite direction with the cat hot on his trail. He very nearly dodged a swipe, Lucas hissing that his blow didn’t land while Aaron only tried to speed up his sprinting. They circled maybe half of the living room, the mouse weaving under furniture while the cat knocked into them in an effort to jarr his prey into taking a misstep.

It worked, unfortunately, when Aaron took a sharp turn at the bookshelf and caused Lucas to clip it with his shoulder. The small bump did nothing to deter the cat on his hunt, but the two books that came tumbling down were enough to make the smaller skid and trip to avoid being squashed under the novels. He ended up twisting his ankle awkwardly, stumbling flat on his face while the momentum of his running made him roll twice until he landed on his back. Despite being winded and the additional pain in his leg, he knew there was no time to waste, trying to pull himself. It was too late, though. The cat was already on top of him, hand coming down to pin him under his palm while only his head poked free from between his fingers.

That cold, terrifying face came nearer, eyes tunnel visioned on its prize. Oh God, Aaron would give anything to have the other Lucas back right now. He’d watch a thousand sappy movies, do a date night for every meal, actually move into his bedroom like the cat had suggested he do a dozen times. He wanted...fuck, he wanted his friend back. What he thought was his friend, anyways. Not this killer, not this predator who was baring his teeth and was now mere inches away from biting off his face and--

The growling above him broke off into a snort shortly before turning into a full blown laugh. Aaron wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes in preparation for his certain death, but when he dared to open them and blinked away the budding tears, he saw that smile he had been wishing for again. Kind and warm, just like eyes, and it was like Lucas had never even taken the form of a starving hunter in his life. Like he hadn’t been moments away from devouring his beloved roommate.

“Oh, come on,” he howled with laughter, “You can’t be serious! That movie actually scared you? I mean, I thought you looked a little freaked out by it, but wow!”

The movie...so this...this wasn’t real. Lucas was just pretending, just playing a prank on him. He thought that the movie had simply wound him up and made him jumpier than usual, no different than watching a zombie flick and popping out from behind a bush at your friend later on.

Except it was different. It was different in the fact that zombies aren't real, but predators are. Predators didn’t need an excuse to go feral and maim and consume their tiny cohabitants, they simply could by the laws of nature. And yes, it may be illegal and have several laws in place to protect prey species, but if no body was ever left behind, who could say if foul play was involved? That was the whole plot point in the otherwise dull movie they sat through together, the reason why the woman was able to avoid suspicion of her sickness by feeding on tinies that could only be reported missing at most.

Lucas’s laughter had tapered off, still clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, note to self, no more horror movies.” Finally, he released Aaron from under his hand to sit back on his haunches. “Man, I really didn’t think you would scare that easily, especially from a B-movie like that. Anyways, are you actually ready to eat now? I put your stuff in the oven so it would reheat better, but it should be done by now….Ronnie?”

Aaron hadn’t moved an inch since he was originally pinned, not even after the hand had been lifted off of him. He just stared up blankly at the cat, trembling and wide eyed, unable to do anything as the rapid succession of events sunk in. The cat’s humor died down a little, smile hesitating.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist, you know?” He shrugged a little sheepishly. “You didn’t even notice when I came back so I thought...I don’t know, it was funnier in my head. I almost broke character and started laughing before you ran!” With still no verbal response, Lucas reached out a hand. “Aaron? You good? Come on, I’m not that scary, am I?”

The reaction he got probably wasn’t what he was hoping for with Aaron suddenly scrambling to push himself away from the outstretched hand that might trap and tear apart his limbs. He gave a sharp squeak, managing to find his footing only to come crashing down as soon as he took the first step, his ankle noticeably swollen by this point. His cry of pain was muffled into a desperate grunt, trying so hard to drag himself away as a last ditch effort to avoid the same fate as the bird and the squirrel and the mole in the movie.

Lucas gasped. “Oh, Ronnie, your leg!” Both hands were reaching for the mouse now, aiming to cup around him and scoop him up before they surely put him out of his misery. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t...oh my God, I hurt you.”

Yes and no. In truth, Aaron had been the one to hurt himself by making his body move in ways it physically shouldn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that Lucas had shown his true colors. Perhaps in hindsight, that wasn’t a fair assessment, as he really did think he was playing a harmless little joke on a skittish friend. The pain came from knowing that the cat could turn feral, though, no matter how genuine he was being. There was still clearly an instinct within him, one that knew how to hunt and bare his teeth and hiss, one that knew deep down where they both ranked on the food chain. It hurt in knowing everything he thought about his friend, everything that kept him from really letting down his walls like the other so desperately wanted, was right. Cats and mice were not friends.

“Get away from me!” Aaron shrieked when the hands came too close. Though they withdrew quickly, he didn’t bother to watch if they would move again as he forced himself up to stumble back to his nook behind the bookshelf.

“Aaron, wait!” It was a fruitless request and Lucas knew it as he didn’t even try to stop the mouse from disappearing behind the furniture back into the walls. It would only make matters so much worse. “Aaron, please, you’re hurt, just...at least let me help you. Please. I...I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I promise!”

The cat shuffled closer, leaning down in hopes that the other could at least hear his pleas better, could hear how sincere he was trying to be. “I would never hurt you, Aaron. You’re one of my best friends. Look, it was a stupid prank and I’m an asshole and I’ll never do it again, just please come out. Just let me know if you’re alright?”

It didn’t matter how hard or for how long he tried, Aaron was long gone within the walls.

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queen-bunnyears · 4 years ago

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Chapter Two - Christmas Eve

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time)

Summary: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues.

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

Am I posting three chapters in one night cus I forgot to post the first two? Yes ma’am I am.

Wordcount: 1,6k

Warnings: consuming of alcohol, probs some swearing.

Chapter one - Chapter three

24 December 2020

Your car looked lonely in the empty parking space next to the cottage. You and Tom were early to make the house ready for everyone. Decorating the house with Tom and Harrison was tradition, but Harrison couldn't make it in time so it was just the two of you. You took boxes with lights, food and drinks from your trunk. The whole car was stuffed to the ceiling with enough food and drinks for everyone who was coming, about 10 friends.

"Hey dreamy! Could you get those light strings? If you hang them around the porch I‘ll take the beer crates inside," Tom said, waving his hand in front of your face. You laughed and got to hanging strings of small lights around the porch and fence. When you were done the whole garden lit up. In the meantime Tom had emptied your car. You walked into the house. The christmas tree wasn't decorated yet, but the house already looked cosier than before. Tom walked in, two beers in his hands.

"A beer while decorating?"

"Let's ﬁrst pick rooms. Is that okay? I want to have a good room if I am gonna be the only single lady this week," you laughed, taking the beer from his hands, "but I won't say no to beer,"

You raced Tom up the stairs, going left and opening a door. You threw your bag on the bed and sat down on it, taking a sip of your beer.

"Okay you won," he laughed. The room you had claimed was the prettiest of all rooms in the house. It had an ensuite bathroom, and a balcony. A large queen sized bed made the dream complete. Most other rooms were half the size of this one, so you were always ﬁxed on claiming it as soon as you arrived. Tom and Harrison usually shared the other master room next to yours, with two single beds, so Tom wasn’t really upset you beat him. He threw his bag in the room next door and raced you down the stairs again.

Decorating time had started, and you knew you were going to be putting up lights and christmas decorations for hours. All I want for Christmas came on, you started singing along, hearing Tom bring in the ladder and scream from the top of his lungs, singing the song you had heard four times in the car already. Nothing could beat christmas.

“Sam!” you hugged Sam tightly. You and Sam were close every year at christmas. Your shared love for cooking got you spending hours in the kitchen together, making two excessive dinners for the actual christmas days, but also making lots of snacks and often cooking supper for everyone. You had met over coffee a week ago just for planning meals and groceries.

“Y/n! So good to see you. How are you?” he asked. You chatted lightly, helping him and his girlfriend put their stuff in one of the empty rooms. By five Sam, Tuwaine and Jacob had arrived, only Harrison and Harry hadn’t yet. Everyone was in their bedroom, unpacking their bags. You walked to your car to grab your pillow you had left in the car, when you saw Harrison standing next to his car.

“Hey Haz, “ you said, waving with your pillow in your hands.

“Hey,” he said. Damn he looked good. His hair had grown a bit since you saw him last time, half a year ago. It looked more like last Christmas.

“I should go back inside, see you later,” you said awkwardly, and turned around hurrying back into the cottage.

"Oh, this room is pretty!" You looked up over the bag you were unpacking and saw a pretty woman standing next to the door. "I see it's taken. I'm sorry,”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. There has to be an empty room left. You are Harry's girl right?”

‘No Harrison”s girlfriend actually,’ she smiled. “Lily,” she extended her hand for you to shake, “you must be Y/n. Hazzi told me so much about you!”

“Oh, did he?” you said, shaking her hand, “I suppose only the bad parts. Please tell me everything he said during dinner,”

“Oh I will! He spoke in detail about your talents for cooking,” you laughed. When she left you sat down on your bed, trying to oppress your laughter. How did he find her? You had never met someone who looked so subtly like you. The haircut, colour, her eye color, body shape… Yet there was something quite different about her. You remembered her calling Haz Hazzi, and you smiled. You were never gonna let him live that down.

“Hey, so Haz brought his girlfriend,” you looked up to see Tom standing in your door, his pillow in his hands.

“Yeah I just met her. So you came here to fix the bed situation?”

“Well Haz proposed swapping rooms, you and me sharing the double and them getting this one,”

“He can kiss my ass. No way I am giving up the private bathroom and balcony for his unprepared ass,” you muttered. Harrison wasn’t going to take your room, you weren’t gonna let that happen.

“I thought so. So can you share your queen bed with me? I really don’t feel like sharing a room with them,” Tom said, already throwing his pillow your way.

“Sure,” you looked at your massive bed, “I think there is enough room for both of us.”

“What did you think of her?” Tom let himself fall onto the bed, sat up and patted the spot next to him. You sat down.

“Really Tom, I am fine,”

“Okay, if you’re not you’ll tell me right?” he asked, eyes studying your face.

“Yeah Tom, I will. The only thing is,-” you hesitated, and Tom nudged you to keep talking, “Is it just me or does she look a bit like, well… Me?” Tom laughed a bit.

“Yeah I thought so too. I guess Haz has a type,” you laughed too, giving him a hug.

“Go get your bags, before I have taken up the entire closet,” you said. You were happy he was moving into your room. It was less lonely, and wasn’t that what Christmas was all about?

“Actually, I gotta do a last grocery run. Sam wanted a specific spice he hadn’t put on the list,” Tom said, making a funny face.

“And you just go get it?” you rolled your eyes, “Well you do you,”

“Hey Y/n”

“Jeez, should I put a non disturb sign on the door?” you muttered, looking up to see Harrison. ‘How are you doing Haz?”

‘Uhm yeah,” he hesitated, “Great. How are you? How’s the bathtub?”

“It’s lovely,” you rolled your eyes, “Tell me, you didn’t actually think I would swap rooms with you did you?”

“No not really. I’ve known you for long enough to know you won’t give up your room because someone else was unprepared or unannounced,” he laughed. You smiled, glad it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be.

“Well I just value my bathtime,” flashes of him fingering you in the bathtub last year flew through your mind, but you tried to ignore it. He hadn’t changed much since last year, but that was probably just the outside.

“Have you met Lily?”

“Yeah I have. She seems really sweet Haz,” you said honestly. “I am happy for you both.”

“Thanks. I was afraid it was gonna be awkward between us you know,” he said.

“Yeah me too. But it’ll be fine. See you later,” you hesitated, but then added teasingly, “Hazzi,”

“God isn’t that embarrassing. A terrible nickname, but she really likes it,” he laughed.

You didn’t exactly know how many glasses you had of Harry’s “Christmas eve special”, but you knew you were drunk. It was one A.M., and you and Tom had been singing “Lonely this Christmas” from the top of your lungs, dancing around together, nearly knocking over the Christmas tree. Most were already to bed, but Harrison, Harry, Tom and you were still up. You broke yourself free from under Tom’s arm, heading towards the bathroom. You felt a hand on your arm and tried to shake it off.

“Y/n,” were you mistaken or did Haz look completely sober? You apparently said that out loud, because he laughed. “Yeah I haven’t drank anything love,” You stepped back.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore Haz,” you said, stumbling towards the hallway. “Go to Lily,”

“I just wanted to say that you look good,” you weren’t sure if you heard him right. Your head was slightly spinning, and somewhere in your mind you registered Harry asking if you wanted one last drink.

“What?” Your eyes half closed, you tried to focus on what Harrison said.

“You look good Y/n. Happy, I mean,”

“Okay. I am,” he kept his hand on your arm and you really needed him to let you go. You needed to pee. You wanted to have fun, not have Harrison make you sad. “I gotta go.” you said, shaking his hand off.

When you finally sat down on the toilet you held your head in your hands. Being drunk around Harrison appeared to be a bad idea. When you made your way back to the living room he was gone. Only Tom and Harry were there, together on the couch watching The Grinch. Tom looked up when you came in and gestured beside him on the couch. You dropped your body down and took another sip of your drink. Stupid Harrison.

Chapter three

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z-007 · 3 years ago

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A Journey of Sadism (mental and physical)

I was born in the 21st of April 1992, in Jableh-Latakia. But, since my father was an employee for Total French company in Syria, I grew up in Damascus. At the age of 4, I was diagnosed with Diabetes type 1. It was very hard for me at the beginning when I was a child, and my mother suffered a lot, giving me insulin injections, which I found painful at that time, and analyzing my blood sugar to inspect what did I eat if the result was soaring sky high. I hated her at the beginning, simply because as a child, I didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. At 8 years old I went to a school that is Sunni Islamic Pre-Historic School in Dummar called -Young Scientists- something that I discovered later on to be ironic. In Syria, If you weren’t good at school, you were cursed, you became like a Boxing Heavybag. They also used Falakas, the art of whipping feet. It didn’t stop at that, simply because parents became part of this process too, using any tool at their disposal in beating their child, chair, water hose, hammer, clothes hanger, electric cables, let alone being slapped on the face in a way that I started feeling my bones were shaking, and my eyes will throw fire, or kicked in your head and started bleeding. All of this, was because my marks in Arabic, mathematics, history and geography were not good except in English. It was the best language to understand for me, and the subject in which I saw myself to be a good student. As a consequence of that, I started losing control and cause trouble to my so-called teachers at that time. Luckily in 2001, I found my sanctuary that took to a completely different world. It was the first time I saw James Bond in GoldenEye. I was so thrilled by the action sequence, the theme of betrayal and everything about it was cool. This was a turning point in my life to become a Bond fan. I also learnt how to sing rap songs like Faint for Linkin Park, and Bleed It Out. And all of my father’s friends who were French, British and Americans were impressed. It was something that I remember with a loving memory to those people. Later I watched the rest of the Bond films and the happiest moment in my life was when I found the complete DVD set in Tartus. Simply because no DVD store in Damascus had the complete set except one who was also our neighbor. The curse of buying films in Syria was that they were badly used CDs at the bloody beginning. It was very rare to have a CD converted from an original DVD. This greatest franchise in the whole world has sealed my internal wounds for not being a good student. Ironically, the mental case of mine came back to me when I was at High School, especially it was a time that determined who I am, luckily it passed with no harm to me, because a single mark changed future to some students .I forgot to mention, that the school principle when I was at the ninth grade, didn’t stop calling my parents and telling them not to spend a single penny on me, because he thought I will never be successful. But I brought a mark that was better than his children’s. In 2010, I became a student of English Literature in Damascus University, I remembered that I was not a bad student at that time with an average of 80 percent. But the Syrian Crisis began in 2011, the press was already screaming for blood and the political unrest escalated to the extent that we had to change residence. This was the bane of my existence to open my eyes and find myself in Latakia. I was simply cursed and hostile, because I didn’t speak like Alawaits, their accent felt like starving dogs, in other words, they bark. They are trivial, shallow minded wankers who had nothing inside their heads except clothes, mobile phones and narrating a fairytale about themselves having sex with girls and a horny 40-year-old women they come across and imagining penetrating their vaginas and sucking their nipples. I registered in Tishreen University at third year, I managed to transfer my documents to that platonic place. The professors didn’t like me, simply for participating in their lectures, and the fact that I spoke French, Spanish and a little bit Russian. As a consequence, I kept failing at University over and over. Moreover, I had different ideas, and University Professors are bigots and snobbish. Their opinion was the only one that matters. The impact of the mentioned earlier, had made my pain started with breakdowns, screaming my head off and security gathering around me like” what happened to you?”. Added to that, emotionally speaking, I had a horse sex drive in that Mohammadian society. Girls dressed in a way that said to male students, “come to me.”. The majority of women at that city showed their breasts, waist, legs, and what attracts me most their feet, especially, high heels, that gave them a very elegant look. For my good fortune, all I had in front of me was Pornographic DVDs and websites, so I kept masturbating from 11:30 pm until 10:00 am from night to daylight. Still wondering, how men attracted them, I didn’t have any idea, and the question kept circulating. I also hated the idea of marriage, especially that I always loved to live my life the way I fathomed. I didn’t like the idea of getting buried alive by being a bloody father and spend the rest of my life with only one Angry Factory, aka, one woman. The psychological problem kept increasing and started with depression; taking anti-depressants for a while and go back to my normal life when soothed down. I kept taking them every now and then. Students were not allowed to know about their mistakes at any cost, this was a University rule. Self-doubt has caused me to go to a neurologist who started doing me brain scans, simply, I just wanted to know why am I that stupid, for failing continuously and still I didn’t get an answer. I was always deprived of sleep, studying my arse off and my professors didn’t care seeing their students DIE and SUFFER in front of them. Everybody panicked from me, always avoided seeing me, treated as unusual man. At that time, due to the fact that I kept taking anti-depressants, they became ineffective and stopped giving me relief. Part of what killed me thousands of time when I’m still alive was realizing that I cannot become an MI6 agent at any cost. I simply wanted to do 1 % of what James Bond did, take notice, that I was not pursuing women, I was looking for action and suspense. I wanted to be stationed in the heart of ISIS or Spectre and operate in the shadows to protect Queen and Country. I didn’t like Hasan Nasrullah, Vladimir Putin who looked like a Bond villain or Ayatollah bloody Khomeini, even Ali Bin Abi Talib himself, and that’s why I was also crucified for being a James Bond fan. Family and friends made a laughing stock out of me. I started dinking excessively, and suicidal thoughts kept recurring to me. They didn’t stop driving me to bring a razor and wound myself to death, it wasn’t the MI6 job that destroyed me the most. It was self-doubt. Doubting my brain efficiency and abilities, and especially that I saw students whom I thought less capable to express themselves in English than I am. My family tried to see the professors in Tishreen University-Latakia, unsuccessfully. I simply couldn’t have any idea what is the main reason I kept failing over and over. How could I develop myself without knowing my mistakes?!!, I later told some people that I wanted to be an MI6 operative, I thought that might sooth my tension, however, it got things worse. I started attacking the professors while giving their lectures orally and physically. I also broke the classroom washbasin, and the entire classroom windows, then security staff gathered around me after 3 minutes, they were about to send me to an unknown destiny, later, everything stopped after the head of the English department told them not to take any action. The last problem I did was with World Literature professor, whose name is Noor AL Araby, she was a real bitch, I remembered studying her syllabus for a month, she told us that Virginia is not required for the exam, and she brought it. As a result of that, I wrote her three pornographic stories on the exam paper. Stories people see in Brazzers and Naughty America (Porn films companies). Everybody got pissed off, the story was about to be dragged from my house to a security branch for torture. Luckily, my uncle who was a Colonel in the Republican Guard he had connection to the President of the University, told the professor to drop out the case, but she was persistent to have my balls for Christmas decoration. She spread what I wrote her on the internet and about to send them to newspapers. My parents begged her not to and we had medical reports that proved that I had neurological and mental case. Then I was suspended from the University for years, from 2016, till now. She did all she could to destroy me to the utmost level. I was happy when I realized she got very agitated. Especially, there were students confirming that exam questions were paradoxical to the things she lectures about.

Suspension Time

At the time I was suspended it was a slow killer for me. Literary, I realized that I was the worst student in the history of the planet. I decided to follow Boxing, I remembered that I was fit enough for the game. I found out that I did well at round bouts on the ring. I could do sparring sessions, shadowboxing…etc. I was able to run at least 10kms per day, 300 sit-ups, 80 press ups and 20 pull-ups. I tried to be a champion but every time I kept persevering, in addition to that my left palm was broken and my right eye was wounded. I got cold and sick, and I realized that I had to spend at least 2 months with vaporizers, fertilizers and strong meds. I kept striving in Boxing with no success. I lost confidence in myself and felt humiliated. I said to myself, why didn’t I choose to work for the Syrian Secret Service, I went to the branches, and when they saw that I was discharged from the military because of diabetes type 1, they asked me to get lost. I was surprised when I found out that my dentist was an officer in the Ariel Intelligence in Syria, I told him the story, he said “this is not your fight, you might think that you can do well in the field, but your enemies are smarter than you, they know how they can take you down and destroy you once and for all. Second, we had people who kill targets, who can do silent killings, detonate and sabotage, whether male, or female, but they have nothing to lose, their parents are killed and very poor, working to make money, and you are a discharged, rich bastard and you want to join us. I’m surprised when you told me that. I was a James Bond fan like you, but believe me my friend, that the real intelligence work will never come up to your expectations. Once the film you watch finishes and the novel ends, go back to reality, what you look for does not exist. I realized that I couldn’t become an asset for MI6, or any spy agency in this world, I felt that I was under surveillance by my country. I knew that they could look at my messages, trace my location any time they wanted. That was not the real problem, suicidal thoughts and self-punishment ideas didn’t leave me. So, I talked to my uncle to send me to the Special Forces, or any Military Barracks to become a martyr, to take the bullets to my chest. I remembered when I drank wine bottle on my own, I told my parents that I wanted to wear a C4 charge belt and blow myself up inside ISIS. They were horrified, then I was unconscious and within minutes, I found myself inside the clinic, after I told my problem to the psychiatrist, about MI6 dream and the doubt that I’m under surveillance. He told my mother that I’m a Psychotic. I was injected with needles and medications that made me feel like cutting my head off. He also sent me to Damascus for electro-therapy (to take electricity directly to my brain). I also became a field of therapy by my Doctor, he was testing medications on me like Invega that made me shake while standing up. Hence, he decided to give me Zeldox 60 mg, second generation anti-psychotic. My only comfort was when I slept. Waking up to life while taking those meds was a curse. I lost my sexual drive (libido), I remember feeling dizzy all the time, I remember calling the doctor every time when I tell him about the side-effects concerning dizziness and loss of sexual drive, he kept telling me that what you say is incorrect and that it didn’t have any symptoms. By miracle, my father brought me lower dosage medication, life changed for me. I knew cat-houses in my city, every money woman I went to for an intercourse, they took a lot of money. They were abusing me. The sluts didn’t make me enjoy the intercourse the way I wanted. They were controlling me as well, and this is why I left them. After I told my psychiatrist that I reduced the dosage, he said that my condition will deteriorate. He confirmed to me that Chemistry in my brain was not right, then I told him to screw himself. Reducing the dosage had an effect as well. I remembered at a certain time that painkillers were like a bag of peanuts for me. And when night came I felt incredible fever in my head. I felt like being boiled alive. And I kept seeing nightmare afterwards, voices telling me that I will pay the price of reducing the medication dosage. Complete terror and horror kept chasing me for a very long time. After recovery, I logged into the James Bond groups on Facebook, they made me trivia to answer, did me a test about the James Bond 24 films from Dr.No 1962 to Spectre 2015. After I answered them all correctly, they called me Agent 00Zein. Made me an admin, and I had many friends from all around the world. In the 5th of October the global James Bond day , I celebrated with millions of the franchise fans. My great father, brought me a modern computer and IPhone X to follow up with these groups.

Nowadays, I’m not looking for immigration, nor women or anything else in this world. I have chosen to help my parents when they grow old, and help them. This is the best way I can pay them back. I decided to watch films about espionage world, read books, imagining the events and enjoy it fully and get my arse back to reality.

This is the only way; I cannot be punished.

I can imagine myself a soldier of 30 Assault Unit in Ian Fleming’s room 39 in WW2, or talking with Sir Alex Younger about my mission in VX or Whitehall. If not Sir Alex Younger, it could be Admiral Miles Messervy, Admiral Hargreaves, Madame Olivia Mansfield, or Lieutenant Colonel Gareth Mallory. And realize that” It was a matter of pride that the 00 Section has been chosen for this test. This painful experience kept coming back sometimes, notwithstanding, I have chosen to take with a pinch of salt, lol.

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Day Two: A Gentle Heart For a Noble Soul [Orion x Sabina]

I’m slow with writing all of my entries for @ockissweek but eventually, I’ll get to them all, even if takes me weeks. XD

In Day 2, this story features Sabina Peg’asi, one of my Andromeda Six traveler and Orion, @julikidmxns's Dead Space OC. There’s a little bit of crossover going on but I believe I made it work. Hopefully, I portrayed your boy right, @julikidmxns! :)

Summary: He signed up to be a princess’s bodyguard to take a break from all the horrors he’d seen in space. Compared to his previous line of work, guarding royalty was small potatoes. And yet, Sabina Peg’asi was definitely not the type of royal he was expecting but now, he’d protect her to the ends of the galaxy and back. Day 2 of OC Kiss Week 2021. Prompt: Courtship. [Orion x Sabina]

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“When I love

I become liquid light.”

― Nizar Qabbani

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He never expected his next bodyguard gig would wind him up a royal palace, almost a galaxy away from his own home, but at least the job was straightforwardly easy enough and the pay was absurdly lucrative. As long as he kept his new charge safe, he would be set for life.

His new charge was a princess, a far jump from all the wealthy business people who hired him for clout and to look intimidating to all their enemies and allies. This princess was dressed in a long, slender beige and silver gown decorated with such elaborate geometric designs and needlework that Orion wondered how long it took the dressmaker to produce such an intricate (and expensive) article of clothing--if the young royal’s wardrobe was indeed handmade. Next to her, he felt severely undressed.

Resisting the urge to check his clothing for any pressed lines or wrinkles, he opted for staring ahead like a typical stoic guard and repeated the name of his charge in his head while he wanted for the princess’s mother to arrive. She was the one who contacted him about her request--albeit technically, one of her secretaries called him on the Stellar Queen’s behalf. This would be the first time he spoke to the queen, assuming she would make an appearance.

Princess Sabina Peg’asi, youngest child of King Fenris and Ta’jean, the Stellar Queen. Hopefully, you won’t be too much trouble.

Bright pink eyes stared up at him with uncertainty and Orion shifted a little in place, keeping his back ramrod straight and his expression completely neutral. Standing in such an opulent room with a young royal scrutinizing him in only a quiet, curious manner was an alarmingly drastic change to his previous stints as a mercenary, especially with some of the weird, inconceivable shit he’d seen in his line of worth and some of that included the dead coming back to life as beings even more monstrous and voidless. At least there wouldn’t be any Necromorphs lurking in the hundreds of crystal chandeliers or underneath the vivid, elaborately woven and designed rugs that probably cost more than a year’s worth of his salary. He quickly glanced down to make sure his boots were polished and clean along with no traces of scuff marks or muddy footprints on the plush carpet.

As he rose his head to face his new charge, the young princess quickly curtsied, her long navy blue braids dipping down with her while the perfectly round twin buns on either side of her head never wobbled or wavered during the slight movements. Her buttery yellow skin glowed briefly, a testament to her half-Tiljanni heritage. Her behavior confirmed Orion’s suspicion that there indeed was someone important behind him because no princess would curtsy to a bodyguard in greeting.

“Hello, Mother,” the half-Tiljanni princess greeted, only resuming her full stance after her mother boredly bid her to rise with a wave of her hand. His charge stared hopefully at her mother, a small smile gracing her slightly round and youthful features. “I’m so overjoyed to see you today!”

The Stellar Queen barely paid Princess Sabina a glance as she settled her cold, crossed gaze on Orion and crossed her arms. Several of her own guards, as well as a close confidant, and secretary, were right behind her. Silence permeated the area and just when Orion was about to introduce him and list off some of the credentials, the Tiljanni queen nodded stiffly at him and snapped her head back at her secretary, a human who appeared at least twenty years older than him.

“He’ll do. Set him up in a room near Sabina’s quarters so he can reach and protect her at a moment’s notice.”

Both of Orion’s eyebrows rose up but he uttered nothing. That was the fastest job interview he ever had his entire life. Either Queen Ta’jean read his list of qualifications and experiences or someone else did and told her about them because her mind was already made up. Besides, he had a feeling how peeved she would be if he decided to tell the Stellar Queen he had a change of heart and would not be accepting the royal family’s offer to guard one of their precious children.

Ta’jean’s secretary nodded, bowing his head. “It will be done, Your Majesty. I’ve already discussed the terms of payment to the mercenary and he is more than satisfied with the salary we assigned to the position.”

“You daughter will be in safe hands,” Orion spoke up, disliking how they were talking around him as if he wasn’t standing right there. “There is nothing I can’t handle.”

The queen shot him a bored look before adjusting the long sleeves of her dress. “I hope you’re right. Someone needs to keep Sabina on a tighter leash since she has a penchant for wandering off and letting her curiosity get the better of her.”

The said princess glided to her mother with such poise and grace Orion nearly mistook her a fairy. “That was one time, Mother, and I was horribly lost! Plus, I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I wanted to visit you.” She bit her lip at the last admission, her hands gripping the skirt of her finely wrought gown and twisting the fabric as she stared at her mother tearfully. “Last time you cancelled our private dinner. Do you think we can have some time together tomorrow?”

The Stellar Queen unleashed a heavy, burdensome sigh as she gifted her daughter an exasperated expression. “You know how busy I am lately, Sabina. Tomorrow most certainly will not work but…” She sighed again, as if she was a long suffering martyr. “But we can try at the end of this week.”

A wide, elated beam immediately stretched itself across Sabina’s soft features and her pale yellow skin seemed to illuminate from her recent joy. “Thank you so much, Mother! I can hardly wait! We have so much to catch up on!” She embraced her unwilling mother tightly, the hope in her pink eyes painfully evident. Orion’s gut twisted as he observed this uneven display of affection, of a young daughter so desperate for her mother’s attention and time that she was merrily settling for scraps of it. In the back of his mind, he wondered who he really should be protecting Sabina from: foes against the Crown or Sabina’s own family.

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Orion, her new bodyguard, was definitely easier to get along with than she first anticipated.

Besides her oldest sister Nerissa, the Crown Princess of Goldis, her only other friends were Maristela, her half-sister who was a year older than her, and Vex, a palace guard assigned to the protection of both her and Maristela but now was focused more Maristela’s safety now Orion was hired to be her personal bodyguard. It was weird having someone new follow her around, making sure she wasn’t alone with strangers, palace staff members, or even relatives (a Peg’asi could never be too careful Sabina once heard). She was so used to just having Vex be at her and Maristela’s side for so long that she forgot Vex was still essentially a palace guard instead of being her first true companion that wasn’t a blood relative.

But Orion was surprisingly easy to get along with, once she got him to open up. She could still recall his confused face when she gave him a tour of the palace, asking him he was faring in his new role, and later, inviting him to a card game with her, Maristela, and Vex. Even after her assurances he didn’t have to come if he had no desire to so, he still showed up and awkwardly sat next to her, somehow winning half of their games thanks to his mastery of emotions. Sabina observed at him through every game, vainly trying to search for a hidden tell or a crack in his distinguished, staid visage. Even his striking grey eyes revealed nothing but there was a warmth in his eyes when he congratulated on her first win. Later, Maristela teased her on how much she had been staring at her new bodyguard, her grin widening at Sabina’s flushed cheeks and vehement protests. And when she tried to explain her reasoning, Maristela simply smirked some more and bantered that she didn’t expect her to be interested in men with streaks of silver in their hair. In an uncharacteristic bout of frustration, Sabina hurtled one of her pillows at her older sister but Maristela merely dodged and kept laughing, even as another pillow hit her arm.

Despite her sister’s teasing, Sabina didn’t distance herself from Orion. Even though having a bodyguard reduced her already dwindling amount of privacy, Orion was her friend now and found ways to give her some semblance of freedom. She was always grateful for his kindness.

With a bounce in her step, she rapt on Orion’s door, hugging the books close to her chest as she swayed back and forth in anticipation for his arrival. She truly hoped he was free and in the mood to go outside. She relished spending time with him, even if he didn’t reveal a lot of details about himself.

The door cracked open and Orion’s head appeared, followed by two muscular arms as he opened the door wider once he saw Sabina was alone. Sabina’s rosy eyes roamed how some of his dark hair was parted to the side in soft waves, his full, finely groomed groom and mustache sprinkled with strands of white and grey. For a second, all words failed her and Sabina drew blank on what to say.

He peered at her curiously. “Your Highness? Is everything all right?” The hint of concern in his tone yanked her back from her trance and Sabina smiled reassuringly at him. Next time, she’ll compose herself better around him and not randomly get lost into gazing at his handsome face and kind eyes---

Focus, Sabina!

Fixing her stare at his forehead instead of his eyes, Sabina managed to finally form some words without being hopefully distracted. “Everything is just fine, Orion! And remember, you can call me Sabina when we’re out of the public eye.”

He ran a hand through his hair--it looked a little bit damp, Sabina noticed. Did he shower recently? “I’ll try to remember that, Your--Sabina. Did you need something?”

Remembering the real reason why she initially knocked on his door, the half-Tiljanni princess stood briefly on her toes as she bounced a little, unable to contain her good cheer. “Since the weather is proving to be quite pleasant and promising, I wanted to stroll along the gardens and find a nice place to read my books.” She glanced down, a sudden shyness creeping into her while her cheeks heated up. “And, well, I was wondering if I could give you a tour around the gardens. You mentioned you never witness gardens so enormous and well groomed before so I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to rectify that. The flowers have bloomed perfectly!”

His mouth twitched into a small smile, the warmth in his eyes remaining. “If that is what you wish, Your High--I mean, Sabina, then let me gear up and I will escort you to the palace gardens.”

Still bouncing on her feet, Sabina beamed brightly at her minor victory. “Wonderful! I’ll be waiting in my room when you’re done. And no need to rush on my account, Orion. I have my books to keep my company until you’re ready to resume your post.”

He bowed his head at her respectfully. “Of course, Sabina.”

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Reading in the gardens with no one but Orion standing by worked in her favor much more than she expected it too. Besides the entrance of the royal gardens, her and Orion hadn’t run into anyone from the palace, particular her siblings. The unexpected privacy pleased her, for she didn’t have to worry about anyone popping out of nowhere and rebuke her for the way she was oh so casually leaning up against Orion as she read her beginner’s medical text and snuck glances at her bodyguard to see how he was faring. He was still hard to read, something Sabina wished she could do better. Her mother wouldn’t often criticize her for how open she was with her emotions, always wearing her heart on her sleeves and trying to make friends when she should be distancing herself from everyone and analyze what they want from her.

Unbidden tears swam near the brim of her eyelids and furiously, she rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on the words on the page before her and banish the last conversation she had with her mother over dinner. One that ended far too soon for her liking.

“The sooner you harden that fragile, weak heart of yours, Sabina, the better. Or else this world will chew you up and spit you back up and you won’t be able to recover from it. And I won’t be around to tell you ‘I told you so’.”

Inhaling deeply, Sabina fiercely flipped the text page, trying to ignore how blurry the text was starting to look as her treacherous eyes became watery once more. Her mother was wrong, she wasn’t weak! ...Was she?

“Next time we talk, Sabina, I hope to see evidence that you took my advice to heart.”

Her concentration evaporated, Sabina dejectedly closed the book and aimlessly stared at a rose bush across from her, drawn to all the various colors in each flower while blinking back the unshed tears. Today was a perfectly good day for her and Orion and she would not ruin the peaceful mood by crying!

Beside her, Orion shifted. Out of the corner of her eye, Sabina saw his body was pointed squarely at her. Keeping her head down, she tried dabbing her eyes and ended up sniffing a little in the process. She didn’t need to look up to see his alarmed reaction, his concern for her was practically rolling in waves.

“Sabina...what’s wrong? I thought you’d be excited to be outside, in the gardens.”

“It’s not that,” she choked out, thoroughly humiliated when a hiccup or two escaped her in the middle of her explanation. “Everything here is perfect. The weather is beautiful, you’re here, and I have some semblance of privacy, but…” Another hiccup came and several treacherous tears trickled down her cheeks.

In a flash, he in front of her, one knee on the ground and his kind grey eyes fixated directly at her, searching for any signs that caused her distress. “But what?” he gently prodded.

Shame flooded her yet Sabina couldn’t deny him. In such a short timespan, Orion became one of the very few people who understood her and when they were alone, treated her like a normal person, without a hint of judgement. If anyone could give the truth straight to her, it would be him.

“Am I weak, Orion?” she whispered hoarsely, leveling her vivid pink eyes with his grey ones reluctantly. “Am I just an useless paper doll that can't do anything right?” She reached out, searching for Orion’s hands, to hold onto something real and stable, and he complied, wrapping his gloved hands around her dainty yellow ones.

“Whoever told you that is wrong, Sabina,” he replied, not even bothering to inquire where this disparaging musing of hers came from. He most likely heard snippets of her mother’s scathing words during their private dinners when he was outside, guarding the door until Sabina was ready to return to her chambers. “You are not weak. You have more strength than you realize.”

She squeezed his hands a little for solace. “But how? I don’t have the vast knowledge or skill set like many Tiljaani have to help people nor do I know any useful things to contribute to my family or to Goldis in general! There is so much I can’t do or understand, even with an advanced royal education!”

“Your compassion is not a weakness.” The sharp edge in his tone startled Sabina but she listened, feeling herself drawn to Orion and whatever he may say next. “Don’t let anyone else convince you otherwise. There is a shortage of people with a gentle heart like yours, who just want to help and make everyone’s lives a little better. With little or no success, I’ve beheld how you try to reach out to your siblings, the ones who you hardly have interacted with, for a chance to be a real family. And even when you don’t get the result you hoped for, you try again. You’re far too determined to give up so easily.”

Her lips cracked into a tiny smile and she sniffed, trying to clear her nose while a few more tears leaked out even as she blanked them back. Her hands were still collapsed inside Orion’s and she had no desire to retract them back. She liked the way he was holding her--or her hands, in this case.

“You really think so?” she asked carefully, inwardly wincing at the temor in her voice. She slid down from her stone bench to kneel down in front of Orion, craving to be closer to him and whatever else he had to say. Maybe she was just searching for validation but his words were beginning to bring her some comfort.

He nodded his head firmly. “I do. After all, you’re one of the very few people here who went out of their way to welcome me and always wanted to know how I was doing or if I needed anything. Do you think I’ve forgotten the time when I reminisced what my favorite dish was to you and magically, the very next day, the kitchens were serving that meal to me for supper?”

“Your face seemed so wistful, so nostalgic that I just had to find a way to give a little piece of your home back to you. All I did was inform the cook of what was in the dish and she did the rest. She did all the work, not me.”

Orion’s visage was now barely an inch away from her, his sincerity blazing freely in his gaze while the corners of his eyes softened ever so slightly. “Yes, but you’re the one who listened to me and took the initiative to make me feel a little bit more welcomed and at home in this new world. No one gave you orders, you just executed that on your own.” A ghost of a smile danced on his mouth, so close to her own lips that for a fleeting second, Sabina was breathless. “That’s just one of the many reasons that make you so beautiful.”

No sooner did that admission left him, did Orion realize his slip and jerked his head back, eyes wide in alarm. Inwardly, Sabina bemoaned the loss of their proximity and with what little physical strength she possessed, she tugged him back to her before he remembered to release her hands. She was so used to his touch and how warm and safe his own hands were.

Peering up at him through her eyelashes (a trick she was glad Maristela taught her), Sabina leaned her body closer to him, saying, “You really mean all that? Even the beautiful part?”

Orion coughed awkwardly, his gaze now on their joined hands, which appeared much more romantic given to how long they were simply kneeling together, holding hands. Finally, the tension melted out of his broad shoulders as he slumped forward, as if conceding. “Yes...yes, I do. I mean every word of it.”

Her skin glowed like the sun at his confession yet Sabina hardly cared enough to notice. Instead, she leaned in nigh enough for their noses to first bump into each other before she angled her head to its side to plant a chaste but lingering kiss to his cheek. Traces of his beard tickled her skin, a sensation she enjoyed far more than anticipated. The princess thought his beard would be scratchy but its thick smoothness pleasantly surprised her.

Orion’s breathing hitched but he didn’t yank himself away from her. “Princess, Sabina, are you sure…?”

She kissed him again, this time on the lips. “I’ve never been sure of something my entire life.” Embolden, Sabina planted a third kiss on his forehead and was rewarded with an encouraging, soft smile from Orion. “Consider this a very special thank you from a very grateful and smitten princess.”

And when Orion’s hands cupped her supple, round face to dry away any remaining tears from her cheeks, he wasted no time to kiss her slowly, steadily, and full of tenderness, causing her poor heart to burst with elation while she encircled her arms around him, feeling the muscles on his back clenching momentarily beneath her fingertips. That last kiss rendered them both breathless, unable to remove themselves from each other’s arms. Sabina was content to sit there, listening to her bodyguard’s heartbeat while he absentmindedly stroked her back.

“You don’t mind that, I, er---?”

“Kissed me?” Sabina grinned as she cocked her head up to face, unable to conceal her glee. “Not at all! I hope you didn’t mind either.”

His chest rumbled with a chuckle and he tucked one of her long, thin braids behind her ear. “You don’t have to worry about me, Sabina. Unexpected as those kisses were, I enjoyed them as well.”

A coy grin spread itself across her refined features. “Then does that mean we should resume said kissing or if not, at least plan on getting back to it in the near future?”

Orion cocked one bemused brow at her, entertained by her sudden boldness. “I may not know much of Goldis customs but are you attempting to woo me, Princess Sabina?”

Her cheeks darkened by a deep blush, more evident by the vibrant illuminance from her skin. “Yes...? Do you not like that?” Her voice came out rather tentative and nervous.

Shaking his head, he let himself smile for her again prior to kissing in the center of her forehead, reassuring her that his feelings hadn’t changed or were a fabric of her imagination. “I just wonder what I did to deserve such a kind soul like you.”

“Just give me a day and I’ll have an entire book filled out on why you’re a noble, wonderful man with a caring heart, sweet eyes, and very nice beard.”

He gave his pepper speckled beard a quick stroke. “Just nice?”

Sabina pouted, crossing her arms. “Don’t tease me, Orion! I really do like your beard!”

After a few more minutes of banter and blissful enfoldments, she was due to return to the palace and get ready for one of her musical lessons. Smoothing out the creases in the chiffon fabric of her pale pink gown, complete with tiny golden stars decorating the attire from top to bottom, Sabina glanced up in time to watch Orion snap off a brilliantly crimson rose from the nearby rosebush and present the striking flower to her. He scratched the back of his head, an awkward tic of his that Sabina found to be rather endearing.

“I’m not really good at romance or know the correct steps to sweeping you off your feet, but if I’m going to secretly court you, I’m going to do this right,” he explained, looking a little self-conscious as he held out the red rose to her. “And I remember you remarking earlier in our tour of the gardens that roses are one of your favorite flowers so---”

He never got to finish his sentence. Sabina had already tossed her arms around his neck and covered him with at least a half-dozen of airy kisses, all followed by the words: “Thank you thank you, Orion!”

The next day, Sabina snuck a fresh tulip containing the same color of her rose into one of Orion’s spare holsters. After all, she shouldn’t be the only one to receive gifts in this covert courtship.

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justjessame · 3 years ago

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Glorious, Before the Burden: The Mourning ~ 11

Magic blossoms, like the flowers in my garden, and as I grew more comfortable in my new home my power subtly grew and changed as well.

If I were honest, during my marriage, I had little need to continue to cultivate my powers - Loki’s surprise at how they’d grown and evolved wasn’t completely without merit. I’d never had the need to prove myself to him, to show him how powerful I was, or how far reaching my abilities could go. And to be transparent with even myself, I hadn’t known all that I could do.

Why would I?

I had been wrapped up in my love for him. So complete in my role as his partner in life and love, as his wife - so consumed in my worry that I was a failure in the ONE thing that I hadn’t been able to give him; an heir - that I somehow missed when he stopped communicating his hopes, plans, and dreams that turned to fears and worries to ME.

Banished to a realm that would forever be linked in my heart and mind with my love and - FINE, my obsession - with Loki, I not only was tortured with memories of our past, with pieces and flickers of what I had imagine were attempts between us to reconnect in our present, but as if these portions of my life and my misery weren’t enough - my mind chose to retreat further back, to my time under Frigga’s tutelage.

“Sigyn,” my queen and a woman who I’d thought of with more affection than my own mother, at least for a time, broke through what must have been a daydreaming session. “While I am sure that whatever you see through that stone wall is extremely fascinating,” her lips were twitching with an urge to smile, but she was fighting it with a practice that came from being the mother of two boys like Thor and Loki. “I must insist that you keep your attention on what I’m trying to teach you.”

It had been so difficult, at least when I’d first arrived. To keep my mind focused on what Frigga was so entirely adamant that I learn. To listen when every part and particle of my being wanted to run - to rush outside and go - somewhere.

“I was raised by witches,” Frigga would tell us, her eyes on me in particular. “They often told me that being raised and taught by witches, taught to harness power and to use it, whether it was easy and naturally based could be given and learned by anyone who was willing to open their minds enough to LEARN it.” I sat still and erect, as a young woman of my status was supposed to, but I wanted to fidget - to twitch and move. “There are others, though,” it seemed as though her eyes lit up, as if a glow came over her as she stared straight into mine. “Witches born with power truly unlimited - or limited only by their own choices.” Her smile was soft. “Natural witches are more rare than I can explain. To be born with the power that I simply learned by the grace of those who raised me -” She sighed. “That is a true gift.”

“NATURAL WITCH,” I typed into the laptop that Michael had set up on the small table that I’d utilized as a desk. Perhaps, if what he’d said was to be believed, the internet would give me somewhere to start - some way for me to learn how I could evolve and aid my powers now that I had no teacher on hand to help me. If my memories were leading me back to that moment, to that lecture, then clearly -

“How long have you been staring at that screen?” Michael’s voice barely breaches my concentration, so focused am I on what I’m learning. “Sigyn, come, you must eat something.”

His soft touch on my shoulder finally wakes me from the words piercing through my mind and into my understanding. What Frigga couldn’t teach me, what she couldn’t help me learn. That I alone had to harness, truly grasp my power and then grow it through both use and - I could almost laugh at the simpleness of it - LISTENING to it.

“Sigyn,” I looked up to see him staring down at me with a wrinkled brow, his worry about me etched so clearly upon his face that I could read it as easily as the words that seemed to be floating before my eyes from the screen. “Come, eat.”

“Yes, of course,” patting his hand, I stood and walked with him to my small kitchen. I made lunch absently, but managed to make it edible and we were soon seated at the small table overlooking my garden. We ate in the kind of companionable silence that comes from an easy friendship, but I should have known that it was a temporary quiet. As soon as our plates were cleared, the conversation had to start.

“Are you planning on telling me what had you so captivated on the laptop that you forgot to eat?” Michael was studying me while I considered whether or not to share what I was coming to understand about myself. “Don’t feel obligated,” he shook his head, a kind smile on his lips, and I felt like a wretched wastral.

“Elizabeth,” I was trying to find the best way to explain, and from the beginning, at least where HE knew the beginning to be might be the best place. “When she met me, when I arrived here the first time -” he nodded, and I went on. “Loki and I were still learning how we FELT about one another. He is older than me, and I -” My teeth worried my lower lip, the thought of him torturing himself for my suicide pressed down on me, making me want to learn more about my power - to find a way back to him. “Maybe I should start at the REAL beginning.”

“The Big Bang?” Michael teased, but I knew he was trying to calm me down. “Start wherever you want, Sigyn, but please -”

Nodding, I tried again. “The first time I met Loki’s mother, Frigga and his father, Odin -” I couldn’t remember it, not really. I was far too young. “In Asgard, children aren’t hidden away. We think that children learn by being seen and heard. Questions aren’t seen as inconvenient, they’re seen as signs of active minds.” I smiled. “My parents -” my eyes dropped to the table top. “They didn’t bring me to meet Frigga and Odin as soon as was deemed normal, it raised questions, and not the good type.” I’d learned this much later, after I’d been married for some time. “When Frigga insisted,” I thought of how she’d told me about my glow. “I made a lasting impression.”

“Course you did,” Michael grunted, causing me to look up. His eyes seemed to twinkle and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Who couldn’t see how special you are?”

“Yes, well -” the burn of my blush didn’t deter me. “Frigga asked that I come to train under her when I reached my tenth year - magic you see was something she felt I could learn to harness.” Michael tilted his head to let me know I should continue. “She didn’t come out and tell me, but I - I’ve been having dreams, memories really - and I think I know why she insisted I be taught by her and why my parents had been so hesitant to bring me into the light.”

“Why’s that?” My adopted Midgardian grandfather waited to hear exactly what my own parents had seen as shameful and what my future mother-in-law had deemed worthy of marrying into her family.

“I’m a naturally born witch,” he didn’t seem impressed. “They’re extremely rare in our realm. Frigga herself was raised by and trained by witches, but she wasn’t BORN one.”

“How’d she teach you then?” He was confused and I would have laughed, but I had my own bouts of uncertainty. “What did she teach you?”

Sighing, I sat back and shook my head. “She taught everyone how to harness energy, from what I can gather, parlor tricks you’d call them.” I bit my lip. “Illusions, enough to get by, but what she taught me?” I felt my stomach knot and my heart thud painfully. “She taught me that I could only count on myself when it came to this.”

We talked for hours, back at the laptop with Michael helping me search for more information with his far greater knowledge of the internet.

“How would your powers differ from what you already know how to do?” He asked, as we navigated through sites, flickering images of television shows and movies.

“I should be able to sense future events,” I murmured, staring at what Midgardians considered magic. “Premonitions, as well as picking through past memories -” as I had to gather what I had from Frigga’s breadcrumbs.

He hummed, clicking on another site, I stopped him before he could close the window. There was a rune that I knew well. “What is it?”

“I know this,” my finger traced it and I felt as deeply as I’d felt when he’d traced the symbol on my skin. “It means ‘eternal love’.” I could hear Loki’s voice, as he reminded me every time he traced it on my skin, still glistening from our lovemaking. I didn’t notice that I was crying until the tear dropped onto my lip. Swiping it away, I shook my head. “I’m sorry, you can close it.”

“Hey,” he turned and pulled me into his arms. Soft and kind, he held me as I sobbed. “I keep forgetting that you’ve lost him, that you haven’t any way to -” he sighed and patted my back, just like a grandfather would. “Will learning more about your powers help you figure out a way back?”

I knew precisely what he meant. Would finding a way to grow and evolve my innate abilities help me find a path home? And I knew he was trying to distract me from my grief and pain at not being with Loki, but it worked. Nodding and focusing on that goal, I managed to get myself back under control. Michael held me until he felt I was more stable and calm, then smiled kindly at me as I pulled away.

“Thank you,” it felt far too meager for all he’d given me, but he just shook his head.

“You’ve given me a purpose,” his smile grew. “Before you flashed into existence in front of me, I had nothing to occupy my time. Now I have you to keep me company.”

I wondered if he understood that if my powers grew and flourished enough to give me a way back to Loki and Asgard then I’d no longer be here to offer that for him, but he just patted my hand and turned back to the laptop to keep the search going.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years ago

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Salem Witch

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Summary: May I request a Loki x (witch) reader. Where the avengers find out that Loki has been sneaking out of the tower frequently and when they follow him they find him entering an old-time magic shop and when they find him he is kissing a woman they never saw before. ( y/n is a survivor from the Salem witch trials)

As Loki was under the secure and watchful eye on the Avengers it was their job to know where he was all times of the day 24/7 no matter what. Now imagine their surprise when they realized that Loki had been regularly sneaking out for the past 8 months and no one noticed. They didn’t even figure it out it was Director Fury who had to point it out to them. Instead of confronting him and punishing him for it Fury demanded they find out where he was going and discovering if he was a threat once again or not.

Now instead of spending their Saturday doing something productive they were trailing after Loki to where ever he was going. Nobody was happy, no bout but Loki who seemed to walk with a pep in his step.

“Where ever he’s going he really wants to get there. Guys, he’s picking up the pace.” Sam said into his earpiece. Everyone was in casual clothes scattered around the street blending into the crowd.

“Woah, guys he stopped. He’s going into a ... magic shop?”

“He is a wizard,” Peter said as he and Clint bought their hotdogs. He was excited this was his first undercover.

The shop was sort of dark and creepy the window display had cauldrons, books and little bottles of strange liquids. The shop was called The Witch’s Cauldron and it didn't look to have any customers at the moment.

“I’m going in”

“What?!” before anyone could say anything else Tony was moving across the street and towards the shop, the others quickly followed him. All of them quickly and quietly slipped into the shop. Wanda used her magic to make sure the bell wouldn’t ring as they opened the door. There was no one at the register the shop seemed completely empty of people. The shop itself looked like one of those stores found in the Harry Potter movies. The team quickly forgot about their mission and began to wander around the store looking at the strange things that lined the wall.

Peter and Wanda were looking at the books towards the back of the store they seemed to be triggering her magic and his spidey sense. Wanda was in some type of daze as her fingers trace the spines of the books she slowly pulled one off the shelves. She was suddenly brought out of it as Peter started rapidly hitting her shoulders she looked up and swatted him away. He pointed to an open door at the other end of the shop she looked and found Loki gently holding and kissing a woman. Tony stepped out from between aisle and saw Peter pointing he followed his finger and-

“Well, I’ll be damned”

The two Pulled apart and Loki pulled her behind him before any of them could see her face.

“What are you doing here” Although Loki’s voice was low and somewhat controlled they could obviously hear the anger and feel the pure hate he was giving off. It scared Peter so much that he stepped behind a shelve and pulled Wanda along for safety.

“You weren’t at the tower we got worried about you,” Natasha said in a sickly sweet voice as she rounded the corner. The others came to the back as well. “ But you seem to be having fun.” Clint joined her in teasing him.

“Brother, you didn’t tell me you were seeing a lady. I beautiful one at that.” Thor said grinning at said beauty.

The woman behind Loki took it upon herself to introduce herself. “ Hello, I’m (Y/n)” she said peaking over his shoulder and waving.

“Don’t waste your night with them, love, they aren’t worth it.” Loki all but growled. but reached back and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“But that’s the spider-boy you were talking about and mini witch. I want to meet them.”She whined behind him. Peter and Wanda peaked their heads out from around the corner. They both smiled. Peter gave a small wave. She waved back. Loki rolled his eyes and grabbed both of her hands pinning them to his back.

“Alright, let’s get straight to the point,” Bucky said rubbing his hands then pointing at the two “ are you two planning some evil scheme?”

“no”

“yes” Loki turned around looking back at (y/n) she just smiled “ We planned to turn my disgusting pervy next-door neighbor into a goat.”

“...How pervy is he?”

“eyes your boobs, Pictures up your skirt, into teenagers pervy.”

“Then a goat he shall be. I think we’re done here. I’m going back to the tower my show is on.” Bucky tried to walk away but Steve stopped him pulling him back.

“Brother, why don’t you invite your lady to dinner with us?”

“No. You shouldn’t even be here. Why did you come- you know what, it doesn’t matter just leave.”

Next thing she knew everyone was in a huge argument. The voices in the store were getting louder and louder. Some were siding with Loki say leave him again it was obvious he wasn’t doing bad just making-out with his girlfriend, who they would definitely question him on later, and the others were saying that Loki and his girlfriend needed to go back to the tower with them where they both would be integrated further. (Y/n) was scared of their argument not because they were arguing and being super loud but because they were in a very small space filled with very valuable and irreplaceable items.

And her fears became true when Thor turned his shoulder hit one of the shelves successfully knocking over several items. (Y/n) squealed as she pushed Loki out of the way and thrust her hands forward stopping the bottles and books from hitting the floor. All conversation stopped as everyone watched (y/n) wave her hands and everything placed itself back on the shelve.

“If you all don’t mind can we take this outside, please.”

Everyone was speechless they all just nodded and slowly filed out of the store and into the coffee shop next door. She told the owner, her friend, that she needed the shop for a while and he nodded simply left. Only telling her to close up.

“You’re enchanted,” Steve said finally breaking the silences he watched as she waved her hands and all the blinds closed and locked the door.

“A witch actually. Coffee, tea?” she said waving her hand again teas and coffee began to float in from the kitchen.

“You’re a witch” Peter gasped as a cup of tea floated and found its way to him. He squealed as he took hold of it right out of the air. The others did the same picking strange teas and coffee straight from the air.

“Since the Salem trails. One of the originals.” (Y/n) said snapping her fingers pastries flew in plating the table.

“The Salem trail. Woah you’re old ...but young” Peter said looking astonished (Y/n) laughed nodding. To make him even Happier she made sparks come out of her hands. He gasped and squealed some more.

“So, you two are together. How did that happen?” Tony asked

“How are you still alive?” Sam asked “ you have to be at least three hundred years old”

“346 to be exact. And I met Loki a year ago he came into my shop. He thought it was one of those fake magicians shops. He was very shocked to find out I was the real thing. At first, we were just friends talking and hanging out then we were dating and kissing...friends don’t do that” (Y/n) says as she slowly leaned into Loki he leaned down into her.

“No they don’t” he chuckled before giving her a gentle kiss “ But we’re not friends anymore” he whispered against her lips pulling her another kiss.

“Is Hogwarts real?” Peter asked in a shy whispering voice as if he was scared to ask.

Loki rolled his eyes, the little spider boy had told him about the Harry Potter series and Hogwarts even pestered him to see if there was a magical school as such in Asgard. There was but Peter didn’t need to know.

(Y/n) smiled pushing away from Loki “ I’m sorry Peter there is no Hogwarts, no big castle, no Dumbledor. Witch and wizards are usual homeschooled, tutored, or taught in small schoolhouses on the outskirts or hidden away.”

“so no brooms, no quidditch?”

“yes, brooms but they’re not used as much as before too many planes and drones. And Quidditch it’s an official witch and wizards sport as of 2010 they hold the champions cup once a year. People really liked what Rowling did so they rolled with it.” Everyone watched as Peter began to vibrate with excitement at this new information. “ Maybe I can take you to the next game” Peter couldn’t even use words he just nodded his head rapidly as his tears filled with tears from the excitement.

“I like your girlfriend,” Wanda said she too was excited.

“ Lady (Y/n), you should join us for dinner. We’d like to get to know you “ Thor said smiling sweetly

“I’d like that, I’d like that very much”

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hongism · 4 years ago

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caly i.... i just finished the MOC chapter and i..... holy FUCK... i need to collect my thoughts ill be back soon but holy shit you just wrote a masterpiece- solar🌙

okay so literally this bout to be long but FIRST thing i have to say is wooyoung has officially become my fav character in MOC which is saying a Lot bc hwa baby...... loml....... but im so fjdnxksk like obviously i am a huge hwa x yn shipper but him and joong..... its It ya know <3 but i will still die on my hwajoong x yn ship! n e ways woo baby i love you you are so Good and so Important and daichi better get ready to catch this mf HANDS along with jisung dont think i forgot about yo manipulative ass!

okay but fr this chapter was absolutely spectacular like my jaw dropped. i absolutely loved the backstory you gave us and the way you wrote it was so freaking cool like i pictured it so clearly in my head and i could not stop reading!! i can see that san and yn are about to be more of a thing and while it is not my #1 ship, i am extremely excited to see it play out fr. and i know a lot of people want to see like woosang x yn, but honestly i really want to see woo and yn get closer but more in a platonic or sibling like way, i think they are going to come to care for each other a lot but not romanticly and i really want to see that. i find the found family aspect in these types of stories to be so powerful gahhh.

i am ready for the big reveal for next chapter and ive seen you mention its not gonna be anything we can come up with and im just ready. like hit me with all you got. as always, you are the queen of fantasy. ILYYYY -solar🌙

EEEEEEE omg thank you bby pls i’ll 😖😖😖 you’re too sweet to me just break my heart why don’t you </3 but im THRILLED that wooyoung has become your fave ohohooh i know we all still harbor Mountains of love for hwa bc it’s hwa and he just yes. just yes. know that im struggling as much as you are ;;-; but let’s go wooyoung bestest boy he’s shaping out to be quite brilliant isn’t he 👀

but PLS omg im so thrilled that you think so that’s so sweet i’ll cry </3 im glad you enjoyed the backstory and the format of the backstory reveal eeeeee that’s so sweet im just so asijfosidjfoi thank you aHHHhhH 😫 i’ll make it my goal to have you fall in love with what i have planned for san and y/n :3 i’ve got lots of plans for wooyoung and y/n’s relationship moving forward and i can’t say anything as of yet but we’ll see how everything plays out and how they all fall together in their own special ways 😶

as for the next chapter teehee im so beyond excited for it altho i have a sneaking suspicion that it’s gonna be another long chapter we’ll just have to wait and see! i’m finishing up the outline today or tomorrow i hope so </3 i can’t guarantee whether the big reveal will come in the next chapter or if something will interfere buuuuuut im ready to hit you with all i’ve got don’t you worry 😤

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just-another-obsessed-fangirl · 5 years ago

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Lover (2019) Sentence Prompts

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How many days did I spend thinking ‘bout how you did me wrong?

Lived in the shade you were throwing ‘til all of my sunshine was gone

I couldn’t get away from you

In my feelings more than Drake

Your name on my lips, tongue-tied

Free rent, living in my mind

But then something happened one magical night

I forgot that you existed

I thought that it would kill me, but it didn’t

It isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it’s just indifference

Got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down

Laughed on the schoolyard as soon as I tripped up and hit the ground

I would’ve stuck around for you, would’ve fought the whole town

Would’ve been right there, front row, even if nobody came to your show

But you showed who you are

Sent me a clear message

Taught me some hard lessons, I just forget what they were

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it

I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

It’s new, the shape of your body

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

It’s a cruel summer

It’s cool, that’s what I tell ‘em

No rules in breakable heaven

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

We say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times

We’re not trying

Cut the headlights

Summer’s a knife

I’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

If I bleed, you’ll be the last to know

I’m drunk in the back of the car

I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true

I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer

Just to seal my fate

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil

We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January

This is our place, we make the rules

There’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Take me out and take me home

You’re my lover

We could let our friends crash in the living room

I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue

All’s well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true

You’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

At every table, I’ll save you a seat

I would be complex

I would be cool

They’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to

That would be okay for me to do

Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

I’d be a fearless leader, I’d be an alpha type

When everyone believes you, what’s that like?

I’m so sick of running as fast as I can

I’d get there quicker if I was a man

I’m so sick of them coming at me again

If I was a man

I’d be the man

I hustled, put in the work

Shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve

And they would toast to me

What’s it like to brag about raking in dollars and getting bitches and models?

It’s all good if you’re bad and it’s okay if you’re mad

I’d be a bitch, not a baller

They paint me out to be bad

It’s okay that I’m mad

I’m ready for combat

I don’t want that, but what if I do?

Cruelty wins in the movies

I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

I never grew up, it’s getting so old

Help me hold on to you

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

I search for your dark side

What if I’m alright right here?

I cut off my nose just to spite my face

I hate my reflection for years and years

I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

All of my heroes die all alone

They see right through me

Can you see right through me?

I see right through me

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put me together again

All of my enemies started out friends

His footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can’t stop

His hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it’s mine

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans

It’s like I’m seventeen, nobody understands

He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue

Wanna see what’s under that attitude

I want you, bless my soul

I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows

I’ll make myself at home and he’ll want me to stay

He’d better lock it down or I won’t stick around

Good ones never wait

He’s so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We could follow the sparks

I’ll drive

Where we gonna go?

You know I adore you

I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen

I’m lost in the lights

Ripped up my prom dress

Running through rose thorns

I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

No cameras catch my pageant smile

I counted days, I counted miles

It’s you and me, that’s my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, “She’s a bad, bad girl”

The whole school is rolling fake dice

You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

We’re so sad, we paint the town blue

Voted most likely to run away with you

My team is losing, battered and bruising

I see the high fives between the bad guys

You are the only one who seems to care

The damsels are depressed

Boys will be boys, then where are the wise me?

Darling, I’m scared

No cameras catch my muffled cries

I don’t really wanna fight, ‘cause nobody’s gonna win

I think you should come home

I’ll never let you go, ‘cause I know this is a fight that someday we’re gonna win

She’s a bad, bad girl

High, like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

I’ve read all of the books beside your bed

Cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright

Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life

I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

You’re the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

In the icy outdoor pool, when you jumped in first, I went in too

I’m with you even if it makes blue

Takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall

Without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn’t be standing here so tall

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

I rent a place on Cornelia Street

We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go

As if the street lights pointed in an arrow head leading us home

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again

That’s the kinda heartbreak time could never mend

I get mystified by how this city screams your name

I’m so terrified of it you ever walk away

Jacket ‘round my shoulders is yours

Memorize the creaks in the floor

Back when we were card sharks

I thought you were leading me on

I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street, before you even knew I was gone

You called, showed your hand

I turned around before I hit the tunnel

Sat on the roof, you and I

You hold my hand on the street

Walk me back to that apartment years ago

We were just inside barefoot in the kitchen

Sacred new beginnings that became my religion

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk but it’s not enough

The morning comes and you’re not my baby

I look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up

Chandelier’s still flickering here

I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not

I dress to kill my time

I take the long way home

I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright, they say, “I don’t know”

What once was ours is no one’s now

The only thing we share is this small town

It was a great love, one for the ages

If the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?

My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Tryna find a part of me that you didn’t touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

Now I’m searching for signs in a haunted club

Our songs, our films, united we stand

Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with a touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from out paper-thin plans

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Tryna find a part of me you didn’t take up

Gave you so much, but it wasn’t enough

But I’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts

I love my hometown as much as Motown

Something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

I guess all the rumors are true

Boy, I fancy you

Now I love high tea

You can find me in the pub

We are watching rugby with his school friends

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babes, don’t threaten me with a good time

God, I love the English

Doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Stick with me, I’m your queen

The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair

I didn’t tell you I was scared

That was the first time we were there

Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you

Desperate people find faith

Now I pray to Jesus too

Soon you’ll get better

You’ll get better soon ‘cause you have to

I know delusion when I see it in the mirror

You like the nicer nurses

You make the best of a bad deal

I just pretend it isn’t real

I’ll paint the kitchen neon

I’ll brighten up the sky

I know I’ll never get it, there’s not a day that I won’t try

I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you?

This won’t go back to normal, if it ever was

It’s been years of hoping

I keep saying it because I have to

You’ll get better

We were crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I’d die for you?

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

Remember how I’d fly to you?

I can’t talk to you when you’re like this

Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town

I’m New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

The road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith

We might just get away with it

Religion’s in your lips

Even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship

The altar is my hips

We’d still worship this love

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey

Hell is when I fight with you

We can patch it up good

Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness

Got the wine for you

You can’t talk to me when I’m like this

Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you

You’re the West Village

You still do it for me, babe

You are somebody that I don’t know

Taking shots at me like it’s Patrón

Damn, it’s 7 AM

Say it in the street, that’s a knock-out

Say it in a Tweet, that’s a cop-out

I ain’t tryna mess with your self-expression

I’ve learned a lesson that stressing and obsessing ‘bout somebody else is no fun

Snakes and stones never broke my bones

You need to calm down

You’re being too loud

Can you just not step on my gown?

You’re coming at my friends like a missile

Why are you mad when you could be glad?

Sunshine on the street at the parade

You would rather be in the dark ages

Making that sign must’ve taken all night

You just need to take several seats

Try to restore the peace

Control your urges to scream about all the people you hate

Shade never made anybody less gay

We see you over there on the internet

Comparing all the girls who are killing it

We figured you out

We all know now we all got crowns

I blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue

Put you in jail for something you didn’t do

I pinned your hands behind your back

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us

Why’d I have to break what I love so much?

It’s on your face and I’m to blame

It’s all me in my head

I’m the one who burned us down

It’s not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don’t wanna do this to you

I don’t wanna lose this with you

It’s all me, just don’t go

Meet me in the afterglow

It’s so excruciating to see you low

Just wanna lift you up and not let you go

This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight

I lived like an island, punished you with silence

Went off like sirens

Tell me that you’re still mine

Tell me that we’ll be just fine even when I lose my mind

Tell me that it’s not my fault

Tell me that I’m all you want even when I break my heart

I promise that you’ll never find another like me

I know that I’m a handful

I know I never think before I jump

You’re the kind of guy the ladies want

There’s a lot of cool chicks out there

I know that I went psycho on the phone

I never leave well enough alone

Trouble’s gonna follow where I go

One of these things is not like the others

When it comes to a lover

I’m the only one of me

Baby, that’s the fun of me

You’re the only one of you

Baby, that’s the fun of you

I promise that nobody’s gonna love you like me

I know I tend to make it about me

I know you never get just what you see

I will never bore you, baby

There’s a lot of lame guys out there

We had that fight out in the rain

You ran after me and called my name

I never wanna see you walk away

Living in winter, I am your summer

Hey kids, spelling is fun!

There ain’t no I in “team”, but you know there is a “me”

You can’t spell “awesome” without “me”

School bell rings, walk me home

Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

Lost my gloves, you give me one

“Wanna hang out?” Yeah, sounds like fun

Video games, you pass me a note, sleeping in tents

It’s nice to have a friend

Light pink sky, up on the roof

Sun sinks down, no curfew

20 questions, we tell the truth

You’ve been stressed out lately, yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

Church bells ring, carry me home

Rice on the ground looks like snow

Call my bluff, call you “Babe”

Have my back every day

Stay in bed the whole weekend

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven

I’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

Now I see daylight

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

I became the butt of the joke

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

Maybe I’ve stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers

Because it’s morning now

It’s brighter now

I can still see it all in my mind

All of you, all of me, intertwined

I once believed love would be black and white (but it’s golden)

I can still see it all in my head

Back and forth from New York, sneaking in your bed

I once believed love would be burning red

It’s golden like daylight

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go

I wanna be defined by the things that I love

Not the things I hate

Not the things I’m afraid of

The things that haunt me in the middle of the might

You are what you love

#rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence structure #rp prompts #lover #taylor swift #ts #my posts

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pastelastronomy24 · 6 years ago

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An M’Big Surprise

M’Baku x Black!Plus Size Reader

Warnings: None really, M’Baku just plays too much; fluff

Requested By: @yaachtynoboat

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It was a bright and particularly warm morning when you woke up, inhaling in the woody scent of Jabari air feeling around for your big beautiful man— only to find that he wasn’t there.

“The fuck?” With your crusted eyelids still closed you slowly rose up and thrashed around a bit hoping (with no avail) that you’d maybe just wandered a little to close to the edge of the bed and away from your man. You were wrong.

You smacked your teeth and groaned forcing yourself to open your sleep crusted eyes and confirm for the third time that M’baku wasn’t there. He still wasn’t.

“I gotta wake up cold and man-less on my damn birthday?” You wiped the grossness out of your eyes and sighed, contemplating where your man could be. Your first thought was maybe he was organizing some breakfast surprise, but the scent of the Jabari air still smelled of the heavy yet non-overpowering musk of wood with a touch of snow. With breakfast out of the running you thought maybe he was in the bathroom, except M’Baku was not a particularly quiet man, even when he wanted to be, and although you weren’t the lightest sleeper his loud ass would’ve woken you up before now if he was in the bathroom.

With a forceful and pitiful groan, you pulled yourself out of your nice warm bed and travelled to the restroom, quickly brushing your teeth and showering. While in your shower you pondered over where your man could be on the very important day of your birth when the thought that he might be in the throne room working crossed your mind, and pissed you off.

“I swear on Hanuman if that fool is really working...” you grumbled and rolled your eyes. You were spoiled by M’Baku yet always humble and gracious. Today however you thought maybe the hard restless work you’d been putting in by your mans side had earned you the right to be just a little bit bratty, especially today of all days. Besides, it was M’Baku himself who said he would act a fool and go all out on your birthday.

So when you finished throwing on your Jabari furs and other clothing attire you dragged yourself to the thrown room. On the way towards the throne room you encountered many of the Jabari tribe, none of which had said happy birthday. In fact they all had made a point to say hello and exchange a few words but not utter anything about your born day. You weren’t trying to be childish but it seemed super suspect that no one was acknowledging your birthday especially since M’Baku had been talking about it non stop for a month.

“What in the blue fuck is going on? Did my people really forget about me?” You sighed as you approached the slender hallway that ran to the dreaded room you were looking for. As you neared the room everything felt more intense around you. The usually nippy air that you’d grown used to had turn harsh and freezing. The usually smooth wooden floor felt rough and textured under your feet and every step you took felt like a chore.

You were really pressed about this.

You’d finally reached the throne room and much to your disappointment you saw M’Baku sat in his hulking chair being hounded by his tribesmen and women. He was working as per usual. When he’d finished talking to Adisa who was one of the tribe doctors, he turned to you and a very visible light came through his eyes.

“Ah my love!! I am sorry I snuck out of our Yara so early this morning. I had some business I needed to catch up on.” He rose from his chair and his damn near 7 foot tall stature sauntered towards you and engulfed you into a large hug. “Baby.... I’m choking...”you managed to cough out before M’Baku completely smothered you. He took a step back and released you from his hold to grasp you at arms length, looking you up and down fondly. You took this as your chance to ask M’Baku if he’d really-like the rest of the Jabari- forgotten your birthday.

“Hey baby, you know what day it is right?” M’Baku let out a boisterous laugh as if you’d told the funniest joke in the world and aggressively patted you on your shoulder. “Of course I know what day it is!! You think your king is too asinine to know that today is Thursday?!” You frowned and suddenly felt like stomping your feet and screaming like a child. “No M’Baku! It’s my—“ he suddenly interrupted you “Favorite day of the week I know my love. It’s as if you think I’m stupid today. Anyways come walk with me to the meeting room, we’re meeting with the other tribes and T’challa today and I think you should be there” at that point you were truly baffled and ready to cry

“But baby it—“ “Yes I know these types of things aren’t the most fun for you but I promise you’ll want to be at this meeting. I think T’challa and I are making great headway with the rest of the tribesmen.”

You officially felt deflated and gave up, letting M’Baku drag you to the meeting area. You figure that once you finally got to sit down and tell him he’s forgotten your birthday, he’d feel horrible and shower you with conciliation gifts so you’d just opted to shut up and get the meeting over with.

The walk had seemed like the longest 30 seconds of your life however you’d soon reached your destination. Before opening the door M’Baku turned to you and grinned “I cannot believe you thought I forgot my favorite holiday.” You choked and bugged your eyes out in confusion. “Nigga what are you talking about”

M’Baku’s response was to just turn around with a disgustingly large grin on his face and swing open the door. You don’t know how it was possible, but it seemed like you saw everybody in the whole of Wakanda in that fucking room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN Y/N!!” You gasped, feeling the burden of sadness weighing on your chest turn into pure happiness. You immediately jumped on your man, wrapping your large thighs around his large everything and cried into his chest.

“I thank the gods above everyday for gifting me with you, of course I would never forget the day of your birth. It’s one of my most cherished days.” You lifted your head from his chest and kissed all over his face and his neck, earning laughs from both the crowd and M’Baku.

“I love you so much. More than anything.” You said into his neck.

“I don’t mean to break y’all two niggas up but I came here specifically for that Jabari cake y’all been talkin bout so imma need us to hop to it” You rolled your eyes at hearing Erik’s voice and turned your head towards him, your thighs trapping M’Baku’s in a death grip which you knew he wouldn’t mind. “Man niggas always have to kill the vibe” you pointed Erik and he showed an increased amount of uncomfortableness. He put his hands up in defeat “Hey uh I apologize, you wouldn’t kill me on ya birthday right??” You grinned “Don’t put it past me Erik” that earned a laugh from the rest of the crowd and soon the party had started full of drinks, Love, food, and hella Jabari cake (both kinds).

Later that night, you’d have to give M’Baku a little “present” yourself.

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Short and sweet bc I’m trash okay thank you!

@awkwardlyabstract @texasbama @killmoncoochie @killmongersgurl @killmongerdispussy @eriknutinthispoosy @erikslulbaby @wawakanda-btch @misspooh @sicksadgen

Sorry if I missed anyone

#marvel #mbaku #mbaku x reader #mbaku imagine #mbaku x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size!reader #plus size imagine #black reader #poc reader

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silviasutton1989 · 6 years ago

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THE TRUE KINGS *Ch. 1 “The 1st Victim”

Face Claim: OC Count Isaac Bartus by Alexis Popas, Duchess Olivia Nervarkis by Sophie Turner (but will sometimes change to Lily Cole) and King Liam by Daniel Henny other Characters will have face claims as well in the future

Author’s Note: Y’all I am so nervous right now! This is the most I have ever worked on a fanfic so I really hope you all enjoy it. It has taken me a month to get enough written up where I feel I am ready post it. Drake and Riley’s story will be in the future chapters as well. HERE IS THE TRUE KING!

Summary: With the unsuccessful end of Cordonia’s new King’s social season comes new challenges. Olivia is finally over her un-reciprocated feelings for Liam, she questions should she give her old friend Isaac another chance, Liam has to prove to his people he can rule his country without a queen. And everyone has to watch their backs as a new threat descends upon Cordonia. The True Kings are here and the only thing they want more than the crown is blood.

Word Count: 2000 +

Rating: NSFW (I’m going to rate every chapter Mature and NSFW because there is a great deal of violence sex mature subject matter course language and probably a lot of other bad things I cant think about right now.)

Mick was patting himself on the back for how well he could mask his thoughts. As he served each privileged unworthy noble their fancy champain at their fancy ball with their fancy clothes, through his smile he could only think--

“In a few hours I will kill you. All of you."

This job had been the best one yet finding a gig through the dark web wasn’t easy. Many people who would inquire any type of kill would eventually chicken out before he could even get his hands dirty. But not this one. No, this one came with a round trip ticket –several tickets for his crew- a fancy hotel and best of all money. Yes, this job paid in folds. And if all Mick had to do was find a willing crew to help, fly to some foreign place called Cordonia and kill some cocky basted who thinks he is literally a king that money would be easy takings.

He tried his best to keep the pleasantries but he was getting antsy, and the damn bow tie Boss made him and his crew wear was starting to throttle him.

“Excuse me young man.” Mick turns around to see a gruffly old geezer staring at him. He assumed the man would probably look a lot younger if it weren’t for that permanent scowl on his face.

“What—I mean ...Yes Sir?”

“Well as I told one of the other waiter’s the toast will be starting soon. I'm sure the King paid a great deal of money for you and your serving crew to be here it would be such a shame if I have to come to him with this mater...Hmm” He coughs and tries to straighten his chest the bastard didn’t even know how close he was to death. “As I explained to your other server, Beaumont’s must toast with Merlot. I have been asking for a bottle of Cheval Blanc for the past 20 minutes! I can’t stress enough how important this—“

“Sir let me get right on that!” Mick tried his best to look hospitable but he clearly looked agitated, his smile showing all front teeth made him looked pained like someone was sticking him with safety pins. He brushes past the old man deciding it would be best to let the geezer have his last drink than to wring his neck right there.

Mick walks over to one of the double door, waiting is a tall lanky waiter leaning on the wall, holding up an empty serving tray in his hand.

"Geez Fuller! Boss said we're supposed to look like the staff. Put some drinks on your tray at least Geez!" His exasperated sigh is loud and makes Fuller straighten up.

"Sorry Mick but this party is boring. Hell they can't even get drunk right. These pompous windbags need another glass of wine like they need a hole in their heads. Heh heh."

The two chuckle to themselves. "That may be true but we have to look the part Boss is paying us good money to hit our targets and we wont get the chance if they fire us before the toast." Mick looks around the ballroom the crowd filled with wide eyes and laughter. Putting a few drinks on his tray Fuller leans toward Mick, "So which ones you plan to pop first. I was thinking that short haired blonde over there. She has that whole tragic "die while your young and beautiful" thing going for her. I figure I'd do her the favor."

"Let me guess you tried to flirt with her?"

"Heh Yeah the stuck up bitch just laughed in my face....all I said was "hi" and she cackled and walked away like I was a joke... we will see whose laughing tonight." Fuller chuckles as he watches the girl in the crowd, it wasn't hard to spot that emerald dress.

"Focus Fuller, we have two targets the king and his mistress. I need as many bullets in them as possible. After we kill them then you can get whoever else you want. Speaking of which have you seen the King?"

"Oh yeah he stepped out of here bout 5 minutes ago with some red hot little number. Heh, by the way he looked at her they weren't going to do much talking." Fuller laughs is uncontrollable as a noble reaches for a glass. The noble gives him a questioning look before walking away. "If you ask me that's the best way to die, a fancy party, tasty food, the finest woman on her knees.. wooo! That's a lucky man!"

"That lucky man is going to die tonight, you fool." Mick looks into the crowd seeing the old geezer from a moment ago, they lock eyes as the man raises his wrist in the air and starts tapping on his shiny watch in frustration.

"Look I gotta go...give everyone the signal to be ready. It's time to lock the doors. Keep your's open so I can get back in. Boss all ready left so it's go time I need you all to focus.

"Chill Mick, this party is all ready dead!...Get it dead Ha!"

As he walks out the door he can still hear Fuller's laugh. Even through the music, he can hear the sounds of the doors locking on the other ends of the ball room. Fuller gave the signal, everyone is ready, now the show is only missing it's leading players: The king, and his mistress.

Mick tried to find the damn uppity crap drink that geezer asked for but he didn't want to go too far from the ballroom. It was almost showtime.

"Do you know how you looked out there? With his hands all over you like that? You have to think about your reputation " "My reputation? You dragged me out here to tell me to think about my reputation?! Liam I don't think I need your help in that department. In fact I think you are the last one since you're the reason my reputation is what it is." "I have no idea what you are talking about. I have done nothing but protect and defend you. When you were being blackmailed who got the Intel to help find out who did it? I'm just trying to be your friend here and tell you you are doing yourself great disservice the way you are acting out there." "Liam I could go out there bare naked and what everyone says about me wouldn't be any different, it would just add to it. That the only reason I am still around your court is that I foolishly think you will marry me. Yeah now they may think I'm a whore too but....what's the difference between a dumb fool waiting for love that never comes and a whore? So thank you for the pep talk Liam but I don't need your help not now not ever. So don't drag me out here and act like you're giving friendly advice when really you're just jealous some has the balls to openly show they want to be with me, Liam."

Mick was about to past the bickering couple when he heard that name.

Liam

That's the King's name right? He quickly ducks to a nearby door, peeking over the corner to see if the two noticed him. They didn't, both were too busy trying to get the last word. He had them! Both the king and more than likely the mistress together and alone. This was fate; he could do the job right now and have time to grab some of those cream puffs before anyone even found their bodies. As he reaches for his gun he hears footsteps approaching he ducks further into the door trying his best to blend into the shadows.

"You know what? Do what you want I'm trying to be a friend and look out for you. I have to go give this speech. Maybe you should wait before coming in behind me."

The king walks right past him before he could get a shot.

Damn!

He leaves the shadows of the door into the light of the hallway as he watches the King walk into the ballroom.

"Who are you?"

He quickly turns to see the mistress. He forgot about her. Fuller wasn't lying, she is a beauty, but her eyes are staring daggers at him.

"I asked you a question, sir, and don't try to to say your a waiter those combat boots are a dead giveaway."

Before he could react she sees the gun in his hand and her eyes grow wide. As if on cue, she kicks the gun out of his hand.

"Guards!" She screams but only once. The lights go out. His hands are over her mouth in a second but her screams wouldn't have mattered anyway since the ballroom was clearly in its own chaos.

Damn they started without me!

He needed to get in there this was his mission how stupid would he look if it was his men who took out the King and not him. But this fiery mistress was going crazy in his arms, flinging from left and right trying to spring free. He swings his body fast and hard to the wall. He hears the dull thumb sound her head makes on contact, then she stops moving.

The lights come on and he sees the people running from the ballroom.

Shit.

On another side of the castle it is quiet and serine, nothing at all like the madness just a few yards away. There's a young woman in the driver seat of a large black van. She isn't startled by the sounds of the van's back doors opening. In fact she's been waiting for the ten men to come back for hours. The van shakes slightly as they pile in. She can clearly hear that Fuller is still wired from adrenaline. Maybe it all worked out they killed that King guy now they will get paid and she can leave these psycho guys alone for good.

"I got one of them I just know it! Whoo! Shit this is better than sex I tell ya! Who you guys get?"

"I think I stabbed some girl. We should have practiced. Shoot everyone was running like crazy. Who'd you get Stunner?"

"It seems like you losers forgot the mission and I didn't see Mick so me and Marty went for the King."

"Whoo....No Shit?"

"Yeah No shit. The bastard clothes lined me, couldn't even draw my damn gun on him. So I moved on to the other target. What the fuck happened to you Marty?"

“Dude! He punch me! He cracked my effin’ mask I didn't want my cover to be blown so I shot some random dude and I bolted. I think we really should have been informed on his defensive skills."

The men all agree in their own ways, as the young girl in the driver's seat turns to them.

"Where's Mick guys?"

They all shrug, scratching their heads trying to think of the last time they saw him.

"You idiots probably didn't even kill the targets AND you lost the guy that has our money?"

Her question never got a chance to be answered as the van’s back doors swing open once more. A body dressed in a long gown is thrown Into the van's floor right at the men's feet. There's a bag over her head and her hands are tide behind her back. Her screams are muffled as she squirms on the floor.

"So you started without me huh?" Everyone's attention moves from the body to Mack as he closes the van's door and sits next to Fuller. “Did anyone get the King?” No one answers him, too confused and embarrassed to speak.

"Mick you never came back and...well when the King started his speech...that's what we practiced. We couldn't miss our chance.” Fuller trails off. “What's with the dress?" He points to the squirming body below them.

"Oh, her? Well with you all fucking up the plan I had to make some adjustments to make sure we get paid....boys bow to the King's mistress." Mick's chin perked up as he watches all the men stare in awe, everyone but Stunner.

"Um... Mick you sure you got the mistress? I could have sworn I shot her."

"As sure as my name is Mick. Heard the two having a little lover's spat during the party. This is definitely our girl. I figure we hold her for ransom get a couple extra bucks. We can always kill the king later."

He lifts the body placing her in his lap.

"Be fore we kill her I have got's to see what make's her so special."

Mick's hand slides up her thigh. He bunches up her dress in his hand, and as if on cue her head leans forward before rearing back slamming into Mick's nose.

"Shit!" he howls before throwing her back on the van's floor.

The group chuckles until Mick looks up.

"Well why are we not moving? Let's Go!"

The young woman turns over the engine and begins to drive through the deep trees just as she was instructed. But she can't help but watch the body on the floor through her review mirror. She bet the girl behind that mask was a spoiled brat who didn't appreciate how good her life was. She also bet, being a King's mistress, she had to be beautiful. The young woman laughed at herself, she was jealous of a kidnapped soon to be dead mistress. But despite how senseless her feelings were she couldn't look away from the body and those beautiful deep red ringlets of curls that spilled out of the bag covering her head.

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