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kujakumai · 3 years ago

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cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.

Things were not going according to plan.

The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.

The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.

They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.

No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.

Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.

"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.

This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.

His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.

Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."

"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.

Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.

get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out

The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.

that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out

The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.

shut up go away go away go away go AWAY

And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.

"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Why you insolent little--

Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.

The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.

"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."

"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.

"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."

"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.

"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."

"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.

"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.

"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.

Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."

"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."

"Cheap pizza?"

He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."

"I can do that. Anything else you want?"

Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.

Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.

The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.

He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.

Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.

"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.

Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.

Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.

Where on earth are you going at this time of night?

Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.

...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?

Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.

There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.

Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.

Can I come with you?

"No! You tried to take control of me!"

Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.

"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."

I can when I borrow a body.

"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."

That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.

Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.

You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.

"I didn't ask you."

So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.

Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"

A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.

"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"

I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.

"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"

No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.

Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.

This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?

Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.

"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.

You don't sound very sad.

"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."

Probably not.

Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"

No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.

Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."

Really?

He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."

...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.

"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.

Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.

You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?

"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."

Why was your gameboy confiscated?

"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."

Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.

"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"

#unsure if this is good enough to post to AO3 #but it was fun!

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 16: 6PM Walks

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“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi asks Kia, not listening to what you’re saying.

“Kiyoomi, this isn’t our issue right now.”

“No, it is. She has to call me that again.”

“She won’t.”

“She will. She did it a while ago.”

“Kia’s probably playing with you,” you mumble to yourself, but you leave the two of them to continue making breakfast before the whole fiasco. You figure that Sakusa is too excited being called papa that he won’t listen to anything you will say at the moment.

“Kia say it again. What you called me a while ago,” Kiyoomi asks Kia. They are on the couch in the living room, Kia’s eyes stuck on the television screen. She ignores Kiyoomi. He takes the remote and turns the TV off. The little girl looks at him in disapproval. “Say it again and I will turn the TV on.”

“What?” Kia asks, obviously not hearing Kiyoomi’s pleads a while back.

“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi pushes, his eyes piercing through hers, begging.

“Kyo,” Kia deadpans.

Kiyoomi pouts, turning the TV back on. He leaves Kia on the couch, then goes to you at kitchen. You don’t notice him so he just leans his back on the counter, admiring you from behind. You looked so cute with his shirt and boxers on, the apron you’re wearing is the cherry on top. He’s trying his best not to jump on you especially that Kia is just there.

You, on the other hand, are slicing the apples, Saki in your mind. “That fucking bitch,” you mutter, slicing rougher than needed. “She better not show up here again.”

“Have mercy on the apples,” Kiyoomi chuckles. He wraps his arms around your waist, his chin on top of your head. You continue to slice, Kiyoomi carefully watching your hands. “Where’s the ring I gave you?”

“It’s in my bag. I took it off when we were in Universals since it was slipping off my finger. I was scared I’d lose it,” you reply. His hug feels comforting so you slow down in slicing. “Have you given up on Kia calling you papa?”

“No,” he huffs, his chin now on your shoulder. You giggle at his determination. “You’re probably shocked about what happened.”

“Didn’t know your fuck buddy was psycho,” you respond. He starts leaving small kisses on your exposed neck, so you put the knife down and turn to him. “Kiyoomi, why are you so touchy today?”

“What do you mean? I was also touchy yesterday,” he corrects you. His hands intertwine with yours as he brings it close to his. He gives all your fingers soft kisses, completely calming you down. “You seem so stressed. You should get a massage or something.”

“That sounds nice.” You smile at the thought of simply relaxing. Ever since you had given birth to Kia, time for yourself was impossible.

“Then take a day off from being a mom today,” Kiyoomi mumbles, planting a kiss on your forehead. You look up to him in confusion. “I’ll drop you off at the mall. I actually booked you an appointment at a salon and spa a week ago.” You stare at him in suspicion but he seems solely genuine about wanting you to relax.

“What about Kia?” You ask hesitantly.

“I’ll take good care of her,” he responds. “Get changed. I’ll continue making breakfast.”

After eating breakfast with Kiyoomi and Kia, they send you off to the mall. You are so excited to relax. “Me time” is rare as a mother. You shall cherish it without questions on how and why you got to do it.

As you left the car, Kia and Kiyoomi drive to another street in the city of Osaka. They leave the car, and go to a small cafe that doesn’t have a lot of customers. A woman waves at him and he goes to where she’s seated.

“Kyo who’s that?”

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You finish your appointments at around 5:30 PM. Kiyoomi really wanted you to relax. He had appointed a full body massage for you, a hair treatment appointment, manicure and pedicure and lunch at a 4-star sushi place; he’s spoiling you.

You see his car at the driveway outside the mall. You enter his car, then you sanitize your hands. Kia is asleep so you keep quiet. You take a look at him and he looks nervous.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he nods. You eye him warily as he starts driving off without a word. “What did the two of you do today?”

“We went to a cafe, then met up with my nutritionist. Kia is also gave him a checkup. Apparently, Kia is taller than most of her peers. She’s 8 centimeters away from 100cm and she’s only 30 months old...” Kiyoomi states in a stressed manner.

“Are you afraid she’ll get bullied by other kids for her height?” You look at him and he seemed upset about it. “On the brighter side, with her height she can be a volleyball player like you.” You reassure him, he still looks like he’s on the edge.

“It’s the flower field Kia and I went to a while ago. Do you wanna take a walk?” He suddenly suggests, looking out the window of his car. You hum as a yes, then he parks his car somewhere near the flower field.

“Baby...” You coo at Kia, taking her seatbelt off. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she smiles when she sees you. You lift her off her chair then close the car’s door.

You look around, and notice that there aren’t a lot of people. No wonder why Kiyoomi wanted to take a walk. The place is peaceful and breathtaking. Rows of different kinds of flowers, but mostly roses and tulips. You look down to Kia and see that she is staring at the sun setting over the flower field.

You finally sense Kiyoomi beside you, but the energy he’s giving is off. You take a glance at him and he isn’t wearing his mask on. Now your suspicion has risen to the highest level. You want to ask him about it but Kia suddenly wriggles out of your hold. You run after her but stop when you see two familiar boys.

“Mu-chan! Ki-chan!” She squeals in excitement, running towards the said boys. You greet them with a wave as they are standing from a far. You watch Kia run to them before walking towards them too.

“Mama! Turn around!” Kia shouts but you don’t hear properly.

“Turn! Around!” Atsumu shouts this time, signaling you turn with his hand. You raise an eyebrow at them before turning around.

3rd Year, Itachiyama Academy

August 19

“Omi... I suddenly thought of something,” you spoke, watching the sunset. You two were at his backyard, enjoying your first anniversary in the comfort of his home. “How will you propose to me?”

“Are you really thinking about marriage just because we’ve been dating for a year now?” Sakusa squinted his eyes at you. You shrugged, leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m just curious since you hate surprises. You might tell me to get my nails done a week before so it’d look good in pictures,” you joked. He let out a chuckle in agreement.

“I might do that.” He saw the excitement in your eyes. Now, he’s curious about your dream proposal. “How do you want me to propose? Do you want a grand one or a simple one?”

“I want you to propose just like this,” you replied, eyes glued on the setting sun. “You, me, on our anniversary, with the sun setting.”

“Do I have to be on my knee? The ground might be dirty,” he rambled so you pouted.

“How is it a proposal if you don’t go on one bended knee?!”

“Then I’ll do that,” he replied, determined. There was no hesitance in his response so your heart beat faster.

“Really?” You asked, hopeful. You were now looking at him and so was he.

“Yes.”

“Sakusa Kiyoomi, why?!” You exclaim as you cover your face with your hands, tears already falling from your eyes.

The Sakusa Kiyoomi who well known as a germaphobe is on his knee in front you, with a ring in his hand. You check your phone to see the date, just to make sure. August 19. You cry even harder, not able to process what’s happening. Your heart is about to jump out of your chest. How does he remember even that?

“Will you marry me?”

Unable to answer due to too much emotions, you pull him up and kiss him deeply, hooking your arm on his neck, pulling him close to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up the ground in excitement. He puts you back on the ground, then gives you another chaste kiss before slipping the ring in your ring finger. He gives it a kiss, before kissing you once more.

“Mama!” You hear Kia run to the two you. Kiyoomi lifts Kia with one arm, his other arm not leaving you. “Look! Kyo proposed to me too!”

“Kyo who’s that?” Kia asked as she and Kiyoomi sat in the same table with a strange woman.

“Is this your daughter?” The woman asked Sakusa. He nodded. Kia was still looking at her weirdly. “Hi, I’m Nako. I’m a jewelry maker. I make necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Do you wanna see?”

“Sorry, I’m late,” a familiar voice spoke, catching Kia’s full atention.

“Mu-chan!” Kia greeted him with a kiss. He sat down beside her, greeting Nako and his teammate with a smile and wave. Nako was Atsumu’s classmate in high school that has become a famous jeweler in Japan.

“Here’s the ring and necklace you have requested to custom made,” Nako told Kiyoomi, handing him two black velvet boxes. “Just as requested, a palladium engagement ring with a 2.4 carat round cut diamond. And in this box we have a 14k white gold ring attached to a 14k white gold chain. I also made sure that this won’t choke your daughter. But to be extra careful, take it off during her sleep or if she’s playing without you or your wife around.”

They finished their transaction and Nako left, leaving the boys with Kia in the cafe. “So we’ll wait for at the flower field near your house and Kia will run to us, then you’ll propose?” Atsumu clarified.

“Yes. That’s right,” Kiyoomi approved. “Please thank Kita-san for me.”

“I will. I will. We’ll meet you there.” Atsumu bid his good byes, leaving the father-daughter duo.

“Papa what’s the rings for?” Kia asked, staring at the shiny jewelry set in front of her.

“Baby, I’ll propose to your mama,” Kiyoomi started to explain. “I’ll give her this ring so we can get married and we’ll be together forever.” He tried to explain in simpler words so the child could understand.

“Why do you want to be with mama forever?” Kia questioned, which made Kiyoomi smile.

“Because I love your mama.”

“How about Kia? Do you love Kia?” Kia tilted her head to the side, her hopeful eyes peering at his. He cupped her cheek, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So much. I love Kia so much,” he replied. “That’s why I’m giving you this.” Kiyoomi took the necklace out of the box, presenting it to her.

“You’re proposing to Kia?” She asked in an excited manner, her hands clasped together, pressing them close to her chest. “You wanna be together with Kia forever?”

Kia started crying in joy so Kiyoomi picked her up from her chair, giving her a tight hug. Her sobs quiet down so Kiyoomi put the necklace on her. She hugs him again, giving him a lot of kisses.

“I love papa, too.”

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Facts:

The idea and tradition of engagement rings dates back to ancient Egypt. The Egyptians believed circles were symbols of eternity.

The truth is the most popular engagement month in a year is December.

In all, about 70% of brides wear their rings on the fourth finger of their left hand; a tradition that comes from the Roman belief that the vena amoris, or vein of love, was located there.

Wedding rings were traditionally made of gold because it was considered the most pure and valuable metal, and was thought to perfectly symbolize marriage.

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obae-me · 4 years ago

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You Are My Gift

Happy Birthday to our beautiful money boy! This is a small fic based on his birthday event, talking about what happens after his party, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2282

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol

Unbelievable. It was his special day. His. And somehow after having a bit too much to drink, his precious human had wandered off. The birthday celebration was still on in full swing; even Lucifer was feeling a bit tipsy, telling Mammon--again--how much he loved him. Mammon didn’t mind the attention, but when his older brother got personal, he hated the annoying emotions in his chest. Satan and Asmo were both handling their drinks well, just a bit drunker than Lucifer, each of them deep in a giggly discussion that the second-born didn’t have the wherewithal to pay attention to. Levi and Belphie were the lightweights of the family, completely wasted. Levi had been muttering slurred words to no one in particular about how much he hated this new show he was watching. Belphie passed out a while ago, and Mammon wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the fact that he had skipped his afternoon nap to join the party. His twin, Beel, was nowhere to be found. Simeon and Luke never drank, being as uptight as angels typically were, but they were each enjoying some sort of sparkling fruity juice, making sure those who were drunk were pacing themselves and drinking water. Solomon was speaking to Barbatos, both of them practically sober, each of their eyes twinkling with specks of mischief. Diavolo seemed to be having the time of his life, pestering Lucifer to no end, and enjoying the frivolities that came with birthday parties with a loud boisterous laugh. And Mammon himself, well, for once, he wasn’t that drunk, he actually wanted to remember this whole thing for tomorrow. Sure, his head was tingly, he felt fantastic, and his feet wouldn’t walk as straight as was normal, but he could think fairly clearly. Right now, what was on his mind was, where in the world is MC?

He checked the kitchen first, seeing as how it was the nearest room to the dining hall. No MC, only Beel, finally found, who was raiding the cupboards for extra snacks. His excuse was that the alcohol was giving him the munchies, even though Beel held his alcohol so well, he had barely been tipsy once in his life. Mammon left him be, heading to the next logical choice, MC’s bedroom. He was so well acquainted with the direction of their room, he could walk there with his eyes closed. In fact, in a passing thought, he realised he probably spent more time in their room than his own. He opened the familiar door, convinced he’d see their face, but it was empty.

Memories flooded through his mind. Times of countless days where he’d open this very door to see his human greet him with a smile. Didn’t matter what it was for. Movie night? He fondly recalls staying up way too late with them, watching whatever they wanted. They’d giggle at his commentary and open emotions. If the movie scared him, he might accidently jump and cling to their side. They’d pat his head and make him feel safe. If he cried, they’d hand him some tissues and let him be emotional, making sure he felt better afterwards. Hiding from Lucifer? It had worked the first few times, after all, why would he want to be in a human’s room? Now, of course it doesn’t work, it’s the first place Lucifer checks. Once, he had hidden under MC’s bed and the human lied for him. It didn’t end well for them obviously, but after they endured the lecture together, they found themselves laughing about it. Bored? He’d go to their room and they’d find something to do. Excited? They never downgraded his accomplishments and eagerness. Upset? They’d not shoo him away, they’d invite him in, letting him talk about it no matter what it was. They’d ensure he knew his feelings were valid. No matter what, no matter the reason, he’d always wind up right here. Right by their side in any situation.

Irritated MC wasn’t where they should be, he wandered the house for a while. He should be at his own party, he should be among his family who, for once, was celebrating him. But it wasn’t nearly the same without MC around. Nothing he did anymore was. Somehow, this human enhanced every aspect of his life. He walked a little bit into the wall at the thought of them. Maybe he drank a bit more than he thought.

He was about to walk clear past his own bedroom when he noticed light peeking out from under the doorframe, some soft music gracing his ears. The melody sounded somber. He quickly opened his own door. The lights were dim. He had to scan the room a bit before he saw them. MC was sitting on the floor, back propped up against the wall, a glass in their hand with more drink left in it. Their cheeks were red, and they hadn’t even noticed he had entered yet. The music was coming from their D.D.D. a vastly different tune than what was playing at his party.

“MC!” He called, relieved to have found them, but upset they had left him and the group behind.

They snapped their head up at him, a grin curling their lips. “Mammy! Mamo. Mamoooooney.” He could tell they were wasted. Demonus didn’t have an affect on humans, so Lucifer took it upon himself to find a similarly strong human replacement. Maybe it had been too strong, and Mammon had half a mind to chew his older brother out for making his human wind up like this.

He felt his face grow hot at the nicknames, but he shook his head, using a finger to adjust his glasses. With his hands on his hips, he confronted them. “Why’d you leave the party, eh? We’re supposed to be celebrating me, you know! This kinda stuff doesn’t happen everyday!” They looked confused, like his question didn’t make sense. Instead of an answer, they went to take another sip. Mammon found himself taking the glass from their hands, placing it on a shelf. “I think you’ve had enough, huh? And when that’s coming from me, you know it’s serious.” He bent down, grabbing them by the arm to get them to their wobbly feet. They latched onto him, tightly, leaving him incredibly flustered.

“You’re being such an adult, where’s the real Mammon, what did you do to him?”

Again his chest fluttered, and he gritted his teeth. “Hey! I’ve always been an adult! I’m thousands of years older than you, ya know!” They giggled as he settled them down on his bed, detaching them from his body. They swayed a little as they sat still, and Mammon found himself shaking his head. “Look at this sorry state you’ve gotten yourself into, forcing me to be responsible, on my birthday no less!” His eyes almost twitched at their disheveled clothing, revealing some of their left shoulder and a bit of their collarbone. Adjusting their clothes to cover them back up, he found it hard to breathe.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me?” MC’s breath was hot, the mixed smell of his cake and their adult beverages wafting in the air. He blinked to realise he was close, much closer than he had intended to their body. Just a few more inches and their noses would be touching. His eyes flickered over their lips before reeling back and rubbing his own chest. His heart was almost painfully beating.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me what I got you for your birthday.” MC swayed a bit more, and with his arms extended as far as they would go, he held them up by the shoulders. Then he thought about what they had said. He didn’t even think of the fact that the only one who had yet to bring him a gift was the one he cared about the most. Just them being there, giving him the letters, their smile, their support, the way he treated them--not just today--but all days that he was important, that had been enough.

“You...got me a gift?” He perked up a little, shifting around on his feet. MC chuckled some more, a sweet smile on their face, leaning to their side more so Mammon had no choice but to tighten his grip and straighten them.

“Course I did, it’s your special day.” On those last two words they attempted to touch the tip of his nose with their finger, but they ended up missing, touching his mouth instead. When their arms dropped, he bit his lower lip to keep his emotions at bay. “Wanna see it?”

“I-I-I mean, it’s my birthday, I deserve a gift! So...yes.” He covered up his true feelings with selfish desire like he so often did. MC rummaged through their pockets and handed him another envelope, addressed in the same fashion as the rest of them during this whole event. He let go of them temporarily to open it, sitting by their side on the bed so they could lean into him for support. It was labeled For Your Gift. Opening the envelope, he found it was devoid of a letter, containing a small key inside. He raised an eyebrow.

“It opens something in this room,” MC hinted, mumbling hazily against his arm.

“Ah, that’s why you squirreled your way in here huh?” Nerves in his body tingled with excitement. He scanned his room for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Then his gaze snagged upon a little treasure chest on his nightstand. It was as wide as a good-sized book but half as tall. It was a dark black color with a silver lock and hinges. A golden bow was wrapped around it. How he had missed it before was a mystery, but he suddenly felt giddy, looking at MC with a goofy grin before crawling over his bed to get to it. He snatched it and placed it in his lap. MC followed him, collapsing face-first a few times on the mattress before they reached him, sitting opposite from him to better watch his expression. Their legs touched, threatening to intertwine, but Mammon hardly noticed. With the matching silver key, he opened the lock, lifting the lid to look inside.

His expression flattened, but not because he was disappointed, but because he had to process what he was looking at. Inside the box was what could only be described as memories. Train tickets, four of them, all stapled together, the ones from the trip to London. A shiny rock MC had found, one that they said reminded them of Mammon. A necklace, one Mammon had stolen to pawn off only to discover that it was a convincing fake, but ultimately worthless. He and MC had worked hard in trying to prank one of the brothers to buy it anyway, only for him to give it to MC to keep. Pictures from that time they had borrowed Satan’s camera to have an at-home photo shoot. One of Lucifer’s feathers from the time they had a contest to see who could get one plucked from his wings first. A cheap prize from that cursed Devildom Claw machine, one they had spent more money than trying to get than was actually worth. Trinkets, goodies, random knick-knacks, all these physical reminders from all the good times they had spent together. A tiny note was tapped to the underside of the lid. It read, For When You Want To Remember Me.

MC’s hand touched his knee, worried. “Do...you not like it?”

Drops of water suddenly fell onto all his little treasures, and as he blinked, Mammon realised he started to cry. His breath hitched as he observed the many contents of the box once more. Swimming in his head were all the memories. Thoughts of him and MC together, every event they shared. He placed the box off to the side of him, hesitating for just a second before pulling MC into his arms, burying his face into their shoulder as he cried.

MC stiffened, sobering up just slightly from the shock of his reaction. “Mammon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong, I just…” He snaked his arm up around their back so he could place his hand on the back of their head. He never wanted to let them go, he could stay in this moment forever and be happy for eternity. “You gave me you, MC.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind...thank you, that’s what I meant to say.” It was hard for him to explain in words. That box was filled with MC, essentially. Every connection to them he ever needed was in their gift. He held them tighter, hoping that maybe they were drunk enough to forget tomorrow how much he sobbed into them, how softly he was holding them. MC mimicked his actions and buried their hand in his hair. He let out a soft sigh, trying not to melt into them as his tears started to dry.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” They leaned their whole body into him, the alcoholic influences letting them share more than they typically would’ve intended. “I wished there was more I could’ve given you. You’re so so special to me. I can’t afford anything fancy or designer, though I know that’s what you would’ve preferred. I’d give you the entire world if I could. The three worlds!”

Mammon shifted so his face was in the crook of their neck, feeling MC’s head settle against his own. “MC...listen...this is perfect, and even if you didn’t get me anything, I wouldn't have cared. Everything you’ve done today is enough. Everything you do is enough. You yourself are a gift to me enough.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years ago

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a tiny present — kys

pairing: kang yeosang x reader

genre: married au, fluff

wc: 0.8k

synopsis: your present for yeosang was small, but it meant the entire universe to him.

warnings: pregnancy

note: :')

part of my christmas bash 2020 | main masterlist

yeosang had no idea what was in that gigantic box under the christmas tree.

it had to be from you, of course. you were the only two in this house, and he certainly didn't buy it. none of his friends could have slipped in to deliver that behemoth of a box in either, their noisy dispositions prevented them from even thinking of sneaking in. therefore, in yeosang's logical mind, the only possible person who could have bought this gift was you, his lovely wife of three years. now to find out what was inside of it.

praise the lord (quite literally) that it was christmas eve, and as per your tradition for the past three years, he would know at midnight when it officially became christmas. he wasn't sure he could wait until the morning, though now he felt like a small child for thinking in that way. but hey, his love for you combined with his excitement might have had him going the tiniest bit loco.

time passed slower when you were anticipating something, and yeosang was no exception to that. the minutes ticked by at a snail's pace until it was midnight. christmas.

your eyes shot over to the clock near the television before you set your sights on your husband right by your side. you leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling back after a few seconds with a small grin on your face, "merry christmas."

he reciprocated, pulling you closer to him to capture your soft lips once more. you smiled into the kiss before you broke away by pressing your palms against his chest. your fingers found his as you stood up from the leather couch. you pulled him up off the couch, well, tried to, at least. he followed you to the heavily decorated tree.

he grabbed one of the presents he had bought for you, a tiny box wrapped in a pretty maroon paper littered with snowflakes. a shiny red bow sat on top. your fingers tore at the paper to reveal a matte white box. your eyes visibly widened when you slipped the box open to reveal the most beautiful diamond necklace you'd had ever seen.

you stared in shock at your husband, a tiny smile playing at your lips, "you didn't."

"i certainly did," he replied before you attacked his face with tiny kisses, whispering a 'thank you' in between each one. you stopped before you handed him a medium-sized box.

you took turns unwrapping each present. a candle for you, a $100 gift card to his favorite chicken place for him, makeup, some fluffy socks…

then came the box.

he tried shaking it, making you shake your head playfully. it was nearly the same height as his torso, and about twice as wide. the box was wrapped in a forest green and gold paper, your favorite of which you had five rolls of. you never could have enough wrapping paper, after all.

"just open it," you teased, "you're never goiilng to figure it out by shaking it."

he rolled his eyes playfully, ripping at the paper to reveal the brown cardboard. he ripped that open to find...another box.

what the hell?

he glanced up at you, completely confused, "you got me a box?"

"no, silly," you chuckled, heart beating a little faster at the prospect of him finally seeing this specific gift, "keep going, you'll find out."

each smaller box opened simply uncovered another box inside. he sent a playful glare your way as he reached the smallest box.

"your present is in that one."

he nodded, his pretty fingers slowly finding the seam on the tiny box, a far cry from the giant one now discarded to the side. he finally opened the box.

a positive pregnancy test, and small note saying 'merry christmas' was what he found inside.

he nearly dropped the box as his whipped towards you in shock. you had been trying for a child for a while now, and somehow it had coincided with christmas. a shy, somewhat nervous smile found its home on your face as you toyed with the sparkling diamond ring on your finger, "what do you think?"

rendered speechless, he decided to show you how excited he was by striding right towards you, cupping your face between both his hands and crashing his lips against your passionately. you reciprocated immidiately. it took a few minutes for both of you to completely break away from the intoxicating taste of each other, a giggle escaping your throat at the absolute joy on his face.

"i'm really going to be a dad," he whispered, staring down at your stomach that did not quite have a bump growing yet. his hand came down to carress your stomach, dropping to his knees to place a brief kiss to the exposed expanse of skin. though small, this was the best gift you could had ever given him.

and now it was time for the next chapter in both of your lives, traversing the unknown together.

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x-chubby-reader · 4 years ago

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hi!! first of all, love ur writing! second, if ur still taking requests, then maybe a love at first sight situation of Semi Eita seeing chubby y/n in the audience during his show, and dying to meet her afterwards? :)

A/N - Sure, this also seems like a really cute idea to do too ;) I hope this is good enough for what you requested♡

Not Proof Read

Mention of drinking alcohol

Lowercase intentional

okay so there were a few perks of having friends

and one of them was this magical thing called

free stuff

you see, your friend worked at an small hometown venue as a janitor and had an extra ticket to the show that was going to be there

she mostly just wanted you to get out of the house for once since you were always cooped up with your stay at home job

but that didn’t mean that you went going to accept her gracious gift

so after putting on your favorite outfit (the one that showed just the right amount of skin and complemented your body in every possible way) and strapping on some shoes

though one thing you made sure to put on was the garnet necklace your grandmother got you on your 17th birthday

damn was that thing reflective

the old woman insisting it to be a ‘wedding present for you’ since she most likely wouldn’t live to yours (you always debated on marriage, since it made you feel tied down)

and since she practically raised you, you made sure to keep it on all of the time

after checking to make sure you had anything, you were ready to go and have a blast

you never really heard of the band that was supposed to be playing tonight, but that didn’t really matter to you anyway since you were here to just have a good time and with a few drinks, you could dance to anything

once you were so buzzed that you started to get down to the fire alarm at a nightclub

now eita was already up on stage when you got there, and of course he payed you no mind

granted, he couldn’t really notice anyone since the lights facing the stage were so blinding and the room being so busy

everything in front of him was blurry and dark if he didn’t try to focus his vision on it

but then something shined him in the eye, multiple times

if he was being honest, it was pissing him off since he couldn’t focus on his bass notes

he most likely thought that some person way trying to distract him as a ‘joke’

but what he didn’t know was that it was a just a girl, a girl with a very shiny piece of jewelry

thanks for helping out this ship grandma, always pulling through for us

as soon as semi sharply glared over in your direction trying to figure out what the distracting gleam was, his face softened

oh he was immediately whipped as soon as he saw your dancing form, your movements were so fluid and smooth

damn sis you had such great rhythm, you were synced up so well with the beat of the song

eita’s brain full on buffered for a moment, missing a note

he full on tried as hard as he could to keep his mind on the task at hand

he couldn't

the sudden break in the music make you look over to the stage in confusion, your gleaming eyes meeting his brown eyes

now you were the one who was starstruck,

but the dear in headlights expression on your face quickly faded into a grin, before you went back to dancing

eita blinked once, then twice, then three times

a small smile growing on his face as he looked away to the other members

all of them had a look of ‘are you kidding me’ on their faces’, mostly because they’ve never seen him mess up in their lives, especially over a pretty girl

but in this moment, eita could of cared less, he wanted to wife up this mystery girl so badly

and when it came time to go backstage and put away their instruments, homeboy was so fast to clean up (he wanted to have a chance to find you)

and oh boy his band mates were brutal to him, poking fun at how ‘childish’ he was being, of course he wouldn't find his mysterious dream girl with the shiny accessory

while your thicker than a snicker self had went to find your friend, asking the easiest way to ‘bump into’ a band that played at the small venue

and being one of the best wing-man's you’ve ever met, she helped a sister out

so that’s how you ended up outside of the back entrance of the kinda sketchy building

you kept shifting your weight from one foot to another, was this a bad idea? maybe... would you regret not trying to meet the silver haired boy? yes

with you so caught in though, you didn’t even notice the lean man who accidentally ran into you

you stumbled backwards, waiting to fall on your rear-end

but the hard surface never came, though you did feel a pair of calloused hands gripping on your shoulders

looking up slightly, you made eye contact with your stoic hero

you backed up so fast, a small heatwave slowly moving over your cheeks

there was an awkward silence between the two of you, maybe because you both didn’t think it would be this easy for the both of you to find each other

your mystery man, eita, opened his moth as if he was about to say something but then closed it

hating the silence, you decided to break it

“hi....”

a small smile appeared on his face once again

“hi”

#semi eita #semi eita x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #shiratorizawa x reader #x plus size reader #chubby reader inserts #x chubby reader #x female reader #shiratorizawa x chubby reader #chubby reader insert #thicc reader

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pterodactylterrace · 4 years ago

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Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 3

Chapter Summary: You’re late for tea

Rating: 18+ for later chapters

Warning: Possible swear words, dirty thoughts, nudity

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Friday had been a strange day for Faye. First, Henry wasn't on set. It took an embarrassingly long time for her to remember being told he had a few days off of filming.

Then, Mrs. Anderson sent her a strange series of texts asking about him. Sure, Faye had mentioned him a few times. Also, Briar was constantly going on about the man with the fluffy dog, so it made some sort of sense that she would ask about him. Not to mention Mrs. Anderson was always trying to find her a 'nice young man' to settle down with, so fixating on the one man she had mentioned wasn't that odd in retrospect.

Then, as she was pulling her beat up car into her driveway, she noticed an unfamiliar, shiny vehicle already parked outside. Maybe that was the new car Mr. Anderson had been dying for? Why would he park at her house instead of in his own drive a few doors down, though? Was it a surprise for Mrs. Anderson?

Now, she was walking into her house only to be greeted by a very excited, very large fluffball at the door.

"Kal?" That was definitely Kal. He was the only black and white Akita she knew with the habit of knocking his rear into her leg for attention, although his getup was rather strange. Why was Henry's dog in her house, and why was he wearing fairy wings, her daughter's dress up fairy tutu and at least a dozen mardi gras necklaces? Also, the floppy sun hat on his head was a nice touch. He seemed to enjoy having it on as well. That, or it was tied on too well for him to get off.

The dog's attire should have prepared her for when she looked into the living room. There sat Mrs. Anderson, her sun hat on along with one of Briar's scarfs and glow in the dark glasses perched above her regular seeing glasses. Next to her was Briar, her full fairy princess costume on, complete with wings, crown and a scepter, pouring pretend tea into the strangest guest's cup.

There sat Henry Cavill, cross legged on her living room floor, tiny plastic tea cup in his massive hand. On his head was perched a plastic crown, a feather boa wrapped around his thick neck, and if the sparkles were anything to go by, Briar had attacked him with her glitter body spray.

"Mommy!" Briar gasped, dropping her plastic tea pot and racing over to her mother, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"Hi, sweetie. What's going on?" Faye asked cautiously.

"You're late for tea." Henry replied, taking a pretend sip from his cup.

"I hope it's alright, dear. You did say he was a friend, and Briar seemed so fond of his dog, I didn't have the heart to turn him away." Mrs. Anderson explained.

"Uhh... yeah, it's fine." Faye mumbled, still taking in the sight before her, Kal and Briar rejoining the tea party as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"My mistake. I thought we agreed on Friday." Henry apologized, pushing himself up. "We've only been here a little while. We can leave if you'd like."

"Oh, no. That's ok." Faye assured, finally setting her bag down, hastily turning over her sketch pad on the entrance table. Some things weren't meant for anyone other herself to see.

"I'll just be heading off then, Miss Warren." Mrs. Anderson excused herself, taking off her borrowed accessories and gathering her things. "You all have fun."

"So, uhh... how... how long have you been here?" Faye asked once she closed the door behind the older woman, quickly scanning the room to make sure nothing difficult to explain was in plain sight.

"Not long." Henry assured, sitting back down at Briar's insistent tugging, folding his long muscular legs back up as he settled on the floor in front of the coffee table.

"More tea!" Briar demanded, holding the cup up to his mouth, prompting him to take another pretend sip.

"You make wonderful tea, miss." Henry complimented, Briar preening in response.

"Mommy, you want tea?" Briar asked, a wide yawn cracking her little face.

"I would love some, sweetheart, but it's time for your nap." Faye pointed out.

"No! I wanna play tea!" Briar whined, plopping back on her backside in a pout.

"Briar." Faye warned, raising a brow at her.

"But... but... tea party!" Briar insisted.

"We can play more tea party after your nap. You're getting grumpy."

"No I'm not!" Briar insisted, her chubby face drawn into a scowl.

"That was grump right there." Faye pointed out, gently scooping up her cranky daughter. "Now let's go lay you down for a nap, and then we can play more tea party when you wake up."

"I don't wanna nap!" Briar yawned, rubbing her hazel eyes in an attempt to stay awake.

"You need one."

"I don't wanna nap, I'm tired!"

"Sound logic, my love." Faye sighed, settling her daughter into her bed, tucking her in with her favorite stuffed unicorn. The little girl was asleep before Faye even reached the door, curled up around her stuffie with her little tush up in the air.

"Sorry you had to see that. She really hates going down for a nap when she's having fun."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to get her wound up." Henry apologized, removing the plastic crown from his head.

"Don't worry about it, she's just happy to have more guests at her tea party." Faye assured, picking up the plastic dishes and putting them back in the toy box.

"She was quite insistent we join, though I do think Kal enjoyed getting dressed up." Henry chuckled, beginning to remove the dog's costume.

"Good thing you agreed, otherwise you would have faced the wrath of Briar." Faye giggled, noticing the unicorn and rainbow stickers all over Henry's back.

"It was a pleasure attending her party. She is quite a wonderful host." Henry laughed, stowing the costumes back in the toy box. "Now, I do believe you requested help with a cake for our little party host."

"Yes, right this way." Faye waved, heading off to her tiny eat in kitchen. "What do we need?"

"Well... you have an oven, so that's a start. I brought the ingredients with me. Do you happen to have a cake pan?" Henry listed, opening the fridge and removing the bag he'd brought along.

"I have a glass baking pan." Faye offered.

"We will work with that." Henry agreed. "Now, measuring cups?"

"They are around here somewhere."

"Do you know how to use them?" Henry teased, setting the ingredients from the bag onto the counter.

"Vaguely. I just usually eyeball everything when I cook." Faye admitted.

"That won't work with baking. It's a science and the measurements have to be exact." Henry explained. "So, we'll start with the dry ingredients. Can you measure out two cups of flour?"

"I have no idea where the cup is. I have half a cup."

"Four of those, then." Henry absently mumbled, scanning over his mother's recipe card again. He glanced over to see her attacking the bag of flour with the measuring cup, wincing to himself as he watched. "Faye?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Forgive me for asking, but do you know how to measure flour?" Henry asked, cringing when she tried to smooth the top down with her hand, causing a flour explosion in her face.

"I'm guessing what I just did wasn't right."

"Not quite." Henry chuckled, stepping behind her, taking her hand in his and dumping the flour back into the bag. "You can use a spoon to sift it. Packed flour and unpacked flour are two totally different measurements." He explained, handing her a spoon and taking her other hand in his, showing her how to sift the flour into the measuring cup.

Faye tried to keep her cool and ignore the fact that Henry Cavill was pressed up behind her, holding her hands and showing her how to measure flour like it was the most natural thing in the world. Surely this was just some dream and if it was, no one had better wake her up.

"Got it?" Henry asked, turning his head to look at her, snapping her from her thoughts. Faye did her best not to stare at his lips, so close and yet so far away. She could just lean in...

"Yeah, got it." She quickly confirmed, forcing her attention back to the task at hand.

And so it went, Henry leading the way through the mysterious land of baking, Faye following blindly behind. He even let her lick the spoon when he was done with it, and he in no way stared in awe at the way her tongue moved around it. He was a gentleman, after all, and imagining what else that tongue could do would be highly inappropriate.

It wasn't until after the cake had been pulled from the oven to cool that Briar woke up, wandering into the kitchen with her now disheveled princess costume still on, her hair sticking out in strange angles as she rubbed her eyes.

"You're here!" Briar gasped, taking notice of the giant in the room and scurrying over to him, throwing her arms around his legs.

"Nice to know where I stand." Faye pouted as Henry scooped the girl up, her daughter not even glancing her way in favor of talking to Henry.

"Can we play dollies?" Briar asked, batting her thick dark lashes at him, her chubby lip sticking out in a pout.

"I've never played before, you'll have to show me how." Henry agreed, smiling down at the little girl held securely in his arm.

"Mommy, you look silly!" Briar giggled, finally looking over at her mother.

"That's not nice." Faye gently scolded.

"What on your face?" Briar asked.

"Mommy had an incident with the flour." Henry explained. Shit. Had she really spent the last hour, practically drooling over her guest with flour all over her face? She really should write a book on how to flirt. No doubt, it would be a best seller.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up." Faye mumbled, her face heating up beneath the flour coating as she ducked her head and beelined down the hall.

"I'll be learning how to play dolls." Henry chuckled after her, carrying the toddler back to the living room so her mother could shower in peace.

Fifteen minutes later, Briar was still explaining the different names of her dolls and stuffed animals, piling each on top of Henry and resorting to stuffing them under Kal's paws when she ran out of room on her semi-willing captive. Faye cracked the bathroom door open and glanced to the living room to make sure her guest was thoroughly distracted before she slipped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around herself as she snuck down the hall to her bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind herself. She could almost convince herself he was interested in her with the couple times she'd caught him looking her way when he thought she wouldn't notice. No need to scare him off with her mom-bod now.

Sure, it hadn't been that hard on her figure. She wasn't left with the same saggy stomach her mother had after her pregnancies, but then again, her mother had carried two sets of twins almost to term. Talk about a superwoman. Though she did decide no more children after her younger brother and sister had been born.

"You keep giving me a two for one deal, I'm not doing this again!"

Good times. Good times. The wonders of having twins running strongly in your family. Faye had only given birth to one, but she still bore the stretch marks on her stomach and breasts, and the loose skin on her stomach had never really gone back to the way it was before.

Faye was shaken from her thoughts by her daughter's all too familiar exclamation coming from behind her. "Mommy, you're nakie!" She would never understand her daughter's near obsession with pointing out the fact that she was in fact, naked during and directly after showers, but it was without a doubt one of her favorite hobbies. Right behind tea parties if she had to guess.

"Wait, what? Oh!" That was not her daughter's voice. Faye's head snapped up to find Briar's chubby hand wrapped tightly around Henry's little finger, his other hand clapped firmly over his eyes. "I am so sorry! She wanted to get her stuffed dragon, I did not know this was your room!"

Faye snatched her towel off the bed and wrapped it around herself again, grabbing the dragon from the pillow and handing it off to Briar. The little girl happily took her dragon and led Henry back down the hall, not bothering with the door. The wonders of being young and innocent. She had no clue what she had just done.

Faye quickly shut the door herself, remembering to turn the lock this time, though it was a moot point by then. She threw on a tank top, leggings and her fluffy socks before forcing herself to venture back out. Henry was actually sitting on the couch this time, doing his best to focus on what the little girl was saying, though truth be told, his mind kept wandering back to the quick glimpse he had gotten of Faye's backside before he registered what was going on. It was even better than the glances he had gotten when she bent over in front of him to rummage through her make up bag. Nice and round, plump yet firm. The kind of ass you just want to squeeze as you're-

"So... " Faye started awkwardly, quickly breaking Henry out of his own head. "Lunch sound good?"

"Chocolate sandwiches!" Briar quickly suggested, hugging her stuffed bunny to her chest as she bounced around.

"It looks like I'm making chocolate sandwiches, though I could probably also manage a peanut butter and jelly."

"I wouldn't want to impose, though I did want to apologize again-"

"Accident's happen, but we are going to pretend that one didn't, ok?" Faye interjected. "So nutella or peanut butter and jelly?"

"Umm... either is fine."

"Briar, keep them company while mommy makes lunch, ok?" Faye suggested, going back to the kitchen before her false confidence faded. If he was on board with repressing and denying, so was she.

Now, only one questioned remained: Would Henry prefer his sandwiches cut into dinosaurs or puzzle pieces?

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x ofc #tea party #henry cavill fanfic #guys like you #guys like you fic #multi chapter

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sk8rwillie · 4 years ago

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Forever & Always

aka a juke wedding au

taglist: @reggieshamster @owenmercers @oldsmobile-hotdogs @iridescentkippen @screamin-amuseum (lmk if you want to be added to my permanent taglist)

Today was the most hectic and chaotic day of Julie’s whole life, at least that’s what she thought when Flynn dragged her out of bed to get ready at 5am this morning. For her wedding, she was actually getting married to Luke and it felt like a dream. She swore everytime she looked at any of her friends and family, they were wiping away tears. Everyone in the entire world knew that Julie and Luke were meant for each other and everyone wanted this day to be perfect.

It was now 3pm and everything was going smoothly, the flowers- dahlias and roses of course, had arrived and the venue and caterers were moving everything along. It was the same place where her parents got married, a beautiful botanical garden just along the coast. Flynn and Alex had been keeping her busy so she wouldn’t get so anxious over everything.

Flynn was doing her makeup, using small bursts of purple around the corners to match the color scheme chosen. Julie had obviously chosen purple, a light lilac, as to not seem so pretentious (which made Luke snort when she told him those exact words). Julie wanted this day to be as much his as it was here, but Luke wasn’t having it. He told her he would be happy marrying her behind the Taco Bell down the street from their apartment. As long as they were together, it didn’t matter.

Alex was now doing her hair, which was still a secret but she had faith in Alex’s abilities. He had fought hard to be one of Julie’s bridesmaids which made her and Willie giggle up a storm. She knew Reggie and Willie were with Luke, but she missed them. Especially Luke, she hasn’t seen since late last night because Flynn wanted them to stay apart for as long as possible before the wedding tonight. They had both agreed to her plan, but now regretted their decisions, since their phones were also hidden.

So as she sat as still as she possibly could for Alex, she drifted into a daydream. Well, a memory at least. It was the day Luke proposed to her, which made her giggle just at the thought of her fiancé- husband to be.

It was a quiet night for them, cuddling up on the couch and watching disney movies. He had mentioned he needed to get something, but Julie refused to move from his warm embrace. Tilting her head up to meet his gaze, she pouted. Luke grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead which seemed to distract her enough for him to move.

As he stood, something fell out of his pocket, but he continued towards the bedroom. Glancing down, Julie’s breath hitched in her throat and tears pricked her eyes. It was an engagement ring, specifically the one she had pointed to in a jewelry shop months ago. She picked it up and admired it, a simple diamond in the middle with oval cut amethysts on either side of it. Everything was silent for a moment, as she looked back to find Luke standing where she found the ring, mouth agape and a creeping blush on his cheeks.

“This was going to be so much better- I had a plan, it wasn’t extravagant but it was definitely less idiotic than this.”

“Yes.” She knew it wouldn’t click for a few moments but she had to say it before her voice got too shaky, her tears already making her vision fuzzy.

“Julie, I love you. You are the best thing to happen to me and I don’t know what I would do- wait did you say yes?” He was so focused on telling her how much she meant to him and how much he loved her and now he was at a loss for words.

She only nodded, bringing her hands up to cup his face. He responded very quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist. It really wasn’t a question of whether she’d say yes or not, he’s known that answer since their 5 Grammy wins a few years ago. She reminded him everyday that she loved him and wanted to spend forever with him. It was the question that all of their friends had been asking since they first met, who will propose first?

Julie was surprised it took this long, in all honesty, knowing how anxious Luke had always been to show her that he only wanted her. They were still fairly young, Julie having only turned 24 two months ago. But it didn’t matter, as long as they were together..

“Jules? Julie?? Earth to Jules!!” Alex had tapped her on the nose and was now waving a hand in front of her face to get her attention.

“Yes, sorry. I’m here,” she smiled and Alex squeezed her shoulder. Handing her a mirror, she held it up to view the work Alex put into her hair and she gasped. It was a simple style, half up half down but Alex had put intricate and small braids into her bun and butterfly clips adorned her head. She hopped out of the chair and squeezed him tight, making Alex laugh and kiss her temple.

“Alex! It’s perfect!” She couldn’t help the tears in her eyes as she pulled away slightly from him. Which only made Alex sniffle,

“Oh come on, Jules. Now you’re making me cry! I guess I'll be crying later anyway. But i’m glad you like it, I’ve been counting down the days to get you all dolled up for your wedding!” Julie only rolled her eyes and lightly shoved Alex’s shoulder. He feigned hurt until she giggled, “You better not mess up your makeup or Flynn will kill me!!”

Now she was standing in front of her wedding dress, trying not to ruin the beautiful work Flynn had done her makeup earlier. A moment later, Flynn walks in, squeezing her best friend’s shoulders. Both staring up at the beautiful dress, “I can’t believe you’re getting married, Jules. I’m so happy for you!”

“Hey don’t forget you and Carrie are engaged now!! So next we’ll be planning your wedding!!” Both girls started giggling, Julie pulling them in for a hug. Until Flynn realized the time and rushed Julie to get into her dress.

There was no better way to describe the feeling when Julie put it on other than she felt like a princess. The intricate embroidered flowers and mesh that ran down her arms. The lace that decorated every inch of the dress. The sleeves comfortably sitting on the edges of her shoulders, allowing her mother’s dahlia necklace to shine against her delicate, copper skin.

Walking out of the dressing room, she is met with Alex and Flynn of course, at a loss for words. But also Willie who’s smiling so wide it looks like it hurts and Reggie who’s wiping tears cascading down his red cheeks. Julie only smiles bashfully,

“If you all start crying then I will too!!”

“You look stunning, Jules. If we’re all crying I can’t imagine Luke is gonna be able to hold it together!” Reggie snorted. Julie gasped quietly, she wanted to see Luke so badly it hurt. She knew she’d be seeing soon obviously but it didn’t mean she didn’t miss his cute laugh and pretty eyes and honest kindness…

Willie walks forward and wraps her in a tight hug, making her immediately melt into their embrace. Willie always gives good hugs and always seems to know when people need them most. As he pulled away, they cleared their throat,

“I know I’m not one of your bridesmaids,’ he giggled lightly as he looked back at Alex who huffed proudly in response. “But I wanted to give you this- something blue, something Luke. He doesn’t know but me, Reggie and Alex put our heads together.”

Looking down at Willie’s hands, she found a silver necklace with a cerulean blue guitar pendant. She can’t help the wide smile from appearing across her features. Willie takes this moment to clasp it around her neck, watching as it sits nicely above her dahlia.

Before the boys can get in another hug session with Julie, Flynn is rushing them out to get ready for the ceremony. Sitting Julie back down, she spruces up her makeup and helps with her shoes (beat up old vans because comfort over style Flynn, no one will see them anyway!). She notices how glossy Flynn’s eyes are and now it’s her turn to fix her makeup,

“I’m only crying because this is actually happening and I love you.”

“I love you too, Flynn. I couldn’t have done any of this without you and I don’t mean just the wedding plans,” Julie presses her forehead to Flynn’s, making them both smile. Flynn squeezes her hands before turning to head out into the venue, Julie’s father taking her place.

Ray can only stand and admire his daughter’s radiance and happiness. He presses a kiss to her forehead and locks their arms together, walking to the edge of the actual venue. No one can see her yet, but everyone is sitting and chatting amongst themselves. She sees Kayla and Nick laughing together, Carrie and Bobby making sure no one can see them cry while their father, Trevor, sniffles stoically.

Ray tugs on his daughter’s arm lightly and she glances back at him. They smile and laugh, “I’m so proud of you, mija. You deserve only happiness and I can see that everytime you look at each other. I only wish your mother was here to see this.”

“Thank you, papí. I couldn’t have done it without you, I love you. I know mom’s watching, I can feel it,” Julie glances up at the sky and smiles. Ray only watched and thanked the heavens for giving him such a wonderful daughter. Handing her the bouquet of lavender and wisteria, he nudges her again, “Ready, mija?”

He walks her out and she knows she can hear music playing because it’s a song that Luke wrote for her. But it’s like everything else disappeared and all she can focus on is Luke. Standing at the end of the aisle, fiddling with his hands, mouth curved into a wide smile. He tugs at the sleeves of his suit jacket, she giggles lightly- proud that he’s even wearing sleeves. His cheeks are flushed and dusted pink, gray eyes big and shiny as they watch her walk closer with pure adoration.

As she reaches him, Ray lets her go and smiles at the both of them. Julie hands her bouquet over to Flynn standing behind her, finally facing the love of her life. They both aren’t really paying attention to what’s being said, just focused on each other. Until it was time for their vows. Luke went first:

I’ll tell you now, I could spend a lifetime telling you how much you mean to me, Jules. I have loved you since the first time I saw when I was 16 in that boring math class. I found myself giddy and excited to get to school just to see you and hear your laughter. You’ve brought out the best in me and my songwriting. When I’m with you, I know I can do anything. I never believed in soulmates until I found you and it felt like coming home. Your warmth and kindness fuels me with the strength to live my dreams- our dreams. Being in a band with you has truly been the best experience of my life and I cannot wait to see what the future holds. I love you more than words could ever say.

Willie hands Luke a ring and he gently places it on her ring finger, sniffling and laughing. They’re both crying by this point, not worried about anything else going on. Julie quickly wipes some of her fallen tears away as she locks eyes with Luke again. Fiddling with the new wedding band around her finger she begins her vows:

When I first met you, I never thought I would play music again. Not after losing my mom, but you gave me a new passion- a new spark for music and I cannot thank you enough. Playing music together became a love language and it only made me realize how deep in love I was with you. You are my rock, you’re ambition and relentless passion in everything you do made me a better person. We compliment each other, two flames bound to one another. Loving you is like watching your favorite movie or reading your favorite book, it’s exhilarating. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you when you let me play ‘Bright’ a song you had written and shown to no one else. You trusted me with something so close to your heart and I knew then that I wanted to memorize all of you. You are my favorite song and you are my person, I love you.

Now it’s Alex’s turn to hand over the ring, Julie slipping it onto Luke’s calluses finger. Now she’s sure there isn’t a dry eye in the room, not after they’d just shared snippets of the true love they had for each other. So when it was time to ‘kiss the bride,’ Julie didn’t hesitate. Wrapping her arms around Luke’s neck and pulling him down to brush their lips together and finally sealing them in a smile.

Pulling away, still smiling, they lock their fingers together and walk back down the aisle as husband and wife. Truly a power couple for the ages. And before rejoining their friends and family for the reception, Luke steals another kiss and another and another. Cupping her cheeks and bringing her as close to him as he possibly can. She snakes her hands back around his neck, digging her fingers lightly through his hair, earning her a small noise in response.

Pulling away, breathless this time and leaning their foreheads together. She presses a kiss to his nose, which he scrunches up when she moves away.

“I love you, Mrs Patterson,” Luke breathes out. Julie only smirks and playfully rolls her eyes.

“And I love you, Mr Molina,” she replies, trying to hide her love stricken smile. Luke only quirks an eyebrow,

“I kinda like the sound of that.”

She smacks his arm lightly to which he only shakes his head and pulls her in for another kiss. Yeah she could get used to this forever.

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shibarirobot · 4 years ago

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Aizawa fic - CH1 - Entrapment

+18 only

Shouta Aizawa x Villain!OC/Reader (?)

I’m going to do my best to keep this fic as ambiguous as possible so anyone can enjoy it. The first few chapters will be tamer to build intruig, but make no mistake this is going to get SPICY. It’s not exactly a reader insert, but I’m going to stay away from describing my lead character, apart from quirk abilities, to make it easy for those that enjoy a reader insert to lose themselves in this fic.

That being said, this fic is centered around a villain who can manipulate electro magnetic frequencies, that’s pretty broad and I’m no science kid, but I’m fairly certain everything I have them do is plausable with this type of quirk, if you have any suggestions for how it could be used or if I have written something infactual to the ability feel free to message me or leave an anon. However, in a made up world of quirks and hot men, I’m not sure it really matters lol. Suspend your disbelief as they say.

Anyways, enjoy.

Four o’clock rolls by so slowly I can feel myself aging. I look down at my watch for the fifth time in the last three minutes and let out a huff. 3:57. No time to start getting anxious. I push even the word anxiety out of my brain and take another deep breath, closing my eyes. Distancing myself mentally from the hum of drunken bar thoughts. This time trying to calm my slightly lifted heart rate as it now feels like time has sped up exponentially, I realize I have no time to take a smoke or even go to the bathroom. It’s about to happen. I look at my watch again and feel the lump in my throat drop to my stomach as I swallow my insecurities and pull my hand up to my hip, skimming my thigh as I go. I can feel this too, the weapon at my waistband that has been pressing hard against my skin and keeping my back rigid as I try to level my breathing. I make eye contact with a tall man across the room from me, already nursing a beer before 4 pm and for a brief moment the air is still, latent energy pooling around me as I suck in another breath and force myself onto my feet. I magnetize my voice and push it into their brains as the stagnant energy from before comes crashing down in waves around me.

“Everybody on the floor! NOW!” I say it, but they feel it, they feel their brains being ripped in half by my voice. The splitting headache that I come to find familiar, comforting even, forced upon these self serving bystanders. The pulse behind my eyes reminds me I’m alive, if nothing more than in a physical sense I am still living. Ringing fills the air as I roar into them again, enjoying watching them all grip their temples and wobble as they start to lose their equilibrium. I’m effectively scrambling their brains and replacing what is left with my own force of will. “I… SAID… NOW!!!!” They drop to their knees, some flopping to the side, giving up fighting, they're all sheep. Fucking sheep that just do what they’re told. Fucking sheep that believe in heroes and laws, it’s all bullshit. Even these citizens know it, but they all fall in line anyways. Because it’s power that they obey. And right now, I have it.

I lock eyes with the man from before and he tries to move to the door, still wobbly on his feet. I smirk a little at his attempt. There’s always one. Always a fool that tries to play hero. He wants to... what? Call for help? Prove he’s not weak? Make up for his otherwise lackluster life? I don't even try to stop him. He barely makes it two feet before the rest of my crew shows up, a power type goon pushing the hero wannabe to the ground in a matter of seconds, the other, deadbolting the door. He never stood a chance and I chuckle to myself, grinning wildly now. I hear a groan from the ground next to my foot and look down, a woman is curled up on her side, one hand grasping desperately at the side of her head, the other gripping the material at her stomach with white knuckles. Her lips are pale and there is a cold sweat dripping down the side of her forehead, tears gathering at the corners of her big doe eyes. She’s honestly quite beautiful and it makes the terror in her eyes that much more satisfying when she looks up at me and whimpers a small, desperate, “Please.”

I stare down at her for a moment and absorb the painting before me. Such raw emotion. True pain. I laugh again, whole heartedly as a chorus of groans erupt from my captive audience, my screeches drilling a hole in their skulls. They don't even know what pain is and they fold at the waist and buckle at the knees, this is just a taste and they can hardly stomach it. While I'm laughing, I wrench my leg back and kick the woman in the stomach. Hard. My boots are steel plated and weighted, 15 pounds each, so I know it hurts. “Stupid bitch! Haha!” She screams, coughs, then hurls. Vomit mixing into her hair. I kick her again then lean down and grab her by the jaw, rubbing hard circles into her cheek as I yank her forward by the neck. Her eyes had been closed, but they snapped open when I did that, the vomit in her hair making it stick to her face. “You look so pretty when you beg, shame it will get you nothing here.” Dropping her head back to the hard, tile floor as I rise, looking down on her in disgust. I spit on her cheek from above and survey the room, all eyes are on me. She starts crying and I kick her one last time for good measure, for her distraction. “Whore.” It falls from my lips and I almost feel bad, but then I don't. I don't feel bad for these people, she would have thought the same thing about me and smiled to my face, not knowing who I am, what I’m capable of. She would have been comfortable in doing so to know her thoughts were private. They wouldn’t have been. I would have heard her, as I’ve heard countless others. I shake my anger away in the moment, getting back to business, now is not the time to let my emotions get the better of me.

Everyone was hearing me before, but now that I’m focused my voice is poignant, rumbling in the back of everyone’s minds like distant thunder. Like the booming voice of god. In this moment, I might as well be god. “Enough theatrics. If anyone moves I will LIQUIFY your brains, got it?!” There’s a prickle of anxious realization in the room as they all come to terms with the fact that I can do it and have a clear disregard for any of their well being. “Good. Now be darling little hostages and lay there in agony while the big mean bad guys rob the place, ‘kay?” My voice had lost the murderous quality it once had as I start to talk to them how an owner would to a new puppy. Lovingly, but condescending.

I now look back to my crew, all people I barely knew, hired hands to make my plan run smoothly, expendable, but crucial. I see they have sealed all exits and my muscle men are manning the door. Well, muscle people I should say. One is a hefty looking mutherfucker with steel brackets around his wrists and ankles. His muscles swell and retract like they're breathing, as if his muscle was an entirely different entity from his body. It’s mesmerizing and somewhat disturbing to watch. The other is a short, toned woman with a spiked, pink mohawk and a killer smile. Her teeth are sharp and platinum and she grins, chomping her jaw to herself. It makes a distinguishable ‘Clang Clang’ when her teeth lock into place with each other.

Knowing they have the hostage situation handled, I make my way to the back of the bar. There is a door in the corner and I reach for the handle as I approach, but a wave of hesitation hits me as I do, something tells me to move away from the door. With a quick dodge, I leap backwards as the door explodes, a fist appearing at the center of the explosion. A hero. Dammit. I was hoping to get this over with before we had a chance for interference. I ‘tsk’ my tongue and toss a scowl over my shoulder. What’s the point of a hired lookout if they don’t even tell you when the ops are coming? When I look behind me I see my lookout, the only person I hired on a quirk specific level, toppled over with a dart in their neck. Fuck. They were supposed to see around corners in the getaway. My eyes scramble around the room to see where it came from but there’s no one, just a small crack in the window where I assume the dart broke through. Someone on the roof.

Frustration overtakes me and I scream up at the ceiling. What’s the point of planning if I have to do everything myself anyways? The scream ruptures into everyone’s thoughts. The civilians. The heroes. The other villains. They all feel my wrath. I stand and kick the hero that had just blasted through the door and my plans in one fell swoop. I've seen him on tv, he’s getting pretty famous, some new chump that can balloon his fists. He really thought a physical quirk could beat me? He grunts then goes slack, some hero. The ones that never get hit can never handle it when they eventually do. I step past his body and again past the debris of the door. There’s a small room back here with metal shelves on each wall and one in the middle forming three neat rows, pilled with bricks of gold, artifacts and a computer on a table in the back. There’s another hole in the wall across from the door, seems as if this loser busted through both walls just for a shitty sneak attack. Easy escape though. Rolling my eyes, I march past the gold and the shinies and dig a flash drive out of my pocket, shoving it into the USB port, it immediately starts glowing red. I kick the chair to the side and lean down, tapping the keys furiously as I transfer file after file to my drive and delete them from the computer's hard drive. When I’m done, I pull the drive from the port, not worrying about ejecting the drive. It will just have to deal. I straighten my jacket and brush the hair out of my face, leisurely strolling back to the hole in the wall.

Something glints in the corner of my eye and my focus is shifted to a beautiful diamond necklace that has to be worth more money than I have ever seen in my entire life. I’m about to take another step when the urge to possess this object takes me over so abrasively I can't even think about ignoring it. My hand darts out to the necklace, making quick work of securing it around my neck. I slip a gold brick into my pocket as well, reveling in the thrill of theft. Unplanned theft that is.

Now that I’m satisfied with myself, I continue my trek to the hole across where the door used to be, leading to the alley, ready to make my one person escape only to be confronted face to face with glowing red eyes, barred behind shuttered goggles.

Thank you for reading my first chapter! I hope you have enjoyed it!

Maybe leave a like...? Just a thought XD

I will be updating this and adding it to AO3 as soon as I get an account (I’m on the waiting list). There will be a link availiable to my new AO3 and other content as soon as I have that ready. Thanks again!

CH2

#my hero academia #my hero x reader #mr aizawa #aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #fan fic author #fan fic #eraser head #my hero fanfic #aizawa is so hot omg #villian #this is gonna be real spicy #bring milk

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 3 years ago

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Do you have any cute headcannons for any of the couples we have? You can pick any!

Well......how about all of them? They are all super cute after all. And sorry for this being late. I got more hot tea for my throat. ^^;

~Damien and Miyuki’s headcannon~

-He would get her all the shiny stones in the world to make a necklace or bracelet for his sea blossom. He wants to be sure Harmony is happy no matter what.

-Miyu enjoys brushing and pampering her cuddlebear all the time when she can. She would be happy to cook, bake, even take care of him if he was sick. She's willing to do anything forh im.

-Miyu would give him head pets in case he was tired or so. She would be his little pillow to rest on.

-They would enjoy night dates more than day dates

-She can use water just like her siblings so if it goes with his fire, they could be a cool team together.

-She would play something soft for her cuddlebear to help him relax.

-Miyu is the only one that could calm him down if he was angry about something. Even if she got burned by his flames, she'll remain by his side no matter what.

-Both of them enjoy watching the quiet sounds of the rain together while bundled up in a blanket together. Her head resting on his shoulder and his cheek on her head.

~Cali and Jun headcannon's~

-Jun would be the ultimate butler for his queen to cater to her every wish and need. He is very good with his own poisoned flames so he'll be a good guard for her.

-He's always showering her with flowers and making her home made icecream if she was sad or wanted something to eat.

-If they had kids together, Jun would let his mother meet his children and the woman of his dreams. She would seem scary up close but she is really a sweetheart welcome Cali to the family.

-They would enjoy long walks by the lake or ocean together for a date or just wanting to get out during the day or night. He would even carry her on his shoulders if she wanted to.

-If he was on a mission, he would wear something that reminds him of Cali so that will keep reminding him to return home safe and alive. He had a queen and lover he didn't want to leave alone.

-He would even give her something to remind her of him if she's away or on a trip too. Like a hand made knitted bag or hat she could wear if she wanted to.

~Reign and Akane headcannon's~

-Akane would always trust Reign where she tells him her old past life even when she used to be a bully to Hanoka but she changed her by saving her life. Even telling him the time she was brainwashed to kill all she knew as allies.

-She would always spoil her Reign 24/7 with new things or something he would want. Like ramen, sweets, etc.

-Akane might not say but she's really good with making things with her hands with sewing so she could make a few new set of clothes that would bring her boyfriend's amazing looks out even more.

- She and him would have a flower that represents one another that grows beside each other. A small silk bow ties them together proving that.

-She loves pulling pranks so she would team up with Reign so they can pull a couple together if they wanted to. She never tells others about it but it's fun to her.

-Loves cuddling and showering Reign with kisses on his face. She loves spoiling him but that tends to get more cute when she lets him fall to sleep on top of her so she can run her fingers through his hair. Saying she loved him softly in his ear.

-If anyone tries to threaten or do something to Reign, she won't hold back in beating their ass. Just like her older brother, these siblings don't hold back.

~Kats and Shinji~

-Both of them would enjoy cooking and baking brand new things together to share with the others and each other. Using a garden they would make together for the best ingredients in the world.

-Shinji would sometimes brush Kats tails if he wanted them brushed. Or snuggle against them that helps him sleep if tired. That or have flowers grow around the windows near Kat's room to show his love for him.

-He and Kat would wear choker necklaces of their lover's color (Shinji wearing a black and white themed color/Kats wearing a dark green with black choker necklace)

-Shinji sometimes would change into his fox form so rest near Kat since he can change form too. They would be laying in the grass together near the house just sun bathing together.

-If it was possible, Shinji would help Kat if he could with cooking, cleaning, etc. Just like a married couple would. (I do imagine them getting married. <3))

-Since they can use magic, they can combine it to make something brand new together.

~Harmony and Rex~

-He would get her all the shiny stones in the world to make a necklace or braclet for his sea blossom. He wants to be sure Harmony is happy no matter what.

-He would let her brush his hair if it's out of it's dreadlocks since his hair is pretty long and fluffy. He would also brush her hair while nuzzling into it. He loves being able to cuddle and snuggle with her.

-Their dates would be along the water together, laughing and holding hands collecting sea shells together.

-Rex becomes very protective of his sea blossom from anything that wishes to harm her. He even changes into a full demon werewolf just to keep her safe.

-In this form, he would snuggling against Harmony's lap like a little puppy, licking her cheek with his tail wagging. He would sometimes make cute little faces like his tongue sticking out of she boops his black nose.

~Shiro and Hanoka~

-Hanoka will be sure to feed Shiro to prove she loves him for all time. She wants him to know that either way. She loves him just as much as he loves her.

-She would have a necklace made for them. A yin/yang necklace two piece. She would have the yin part and he would have the yang part so they can wear it knowing their always together.

-Shiro is the only one in her life that's help her get through the pain of losing her mother. She told him about her scars, the pain she's done to herself while blaming herself. Even if the pain is still lingering, he always would hold her to reassure it's not her fault.

-If she has a bad dream, Shiro would changed into a cuddly wolf to help her sleep. If he was having trouble sleeping, she would hold him close to help him or till he dozes off.

-both of them would be pretty good in fighting for one another. With her being a kickboxing fighter and his ability of being the ultimate pack leader. She and him will always fight to protect each other and their pups (if they have any)

-She loves nuzzling the top of his head and leaving kisses to his ears. Hana finds them adorable and happily feels more relaxed.

~Edon and Yuki~

-Edon would always travel the world and takes Yuki to the best places all over. The best food, sites, galleries, etc. He's filthy rich but he's happier knowing Yuki is happy.

-He would always join her fashion shoots to see her showing off her best. Edon would even get her the best clothing that shows he is proud of her.

-He and her would always change into their wolf forms to just lay about under a tree to relax with one another. Even if one was human and the other in their wolf form.

-They would sometimes train together to stay strong that ends with them relaxing in a nice hot bubble bath after a good long day. He loves being able to pamper her.

-Edon tells her about his family bloodline that he even gives her a promise ring to prove no matter what, he will love and and she'll always be part of his family. The ring was white but the gem had a carved out wolf inside of it.

-On their second date, Edon gave her a crystal moon necklace that would have her initials on the back. He got this made in Italy just for Yuki.

~Mikhail and Kiyoshi headcannon's~

-Kyo loves teasing his little ice husky but at times he just enjoys the cute expressions seen on his face. He sometimes would tease, flirt, and take him out on dates to see more of it.

-He and Mikhail are dangerous indeed with their abilities that they are mostly working together in missions more and more. Even the risky dangerous ones.

-Mikhail would explain more of his home to Kyo so they can make home made meals together from his home town. All in all, he loves every single dish. Even the drinks.

-They would take light naps together after a mission or during their days off. Kiyoshi would be snuggled into his chest curled up in his sleep.

-Both would get matching wrist bands. Kyo has one in a ice theme while Mikhail has one water themed.

-Kiyoshi would sometimes but a light blue rose or flower in his Ice Husky's hair to happily hold him close from behind. He did enjoy seeing the blush on his face. He has a water blue rose that Mikhail gave him to show they were close.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #Silver butterfly mun #Peahen mom #the mansion owner #The couples #ask-the-monster-nest #couple headcannons #Damien and Miyuki #Cali and Jun #Reign and Akane #Kats and Shinji #Harmony and Rex #Shiro and Hanoka #Edon and Yuki #Mikhail and Kiyoshi #Peahen mom: Sorry for being late with this. I had them written down and wanted to get them all

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vercopaanir · 5 years ago

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I Trust You

The Lovely Moons, Chapter 4

Pairing: The Mandalorian x blind!Reader

Summary: On a trip for supplies, the Mandalorian accidentally hurts the feelings of his child's caretaker.

Words: 3.2k

Rating: T

Warnings: Honestly, I don’t think I have any warnings. Mild angst. Illusions to menstruation, but it’s pretty vague.

Notes: Thank you so much for everyone who reads, comments, reblogs, and likes this series! You’ve all been incredibly kind, and I appreciate your feedback. Let me know if this slow-burn has been too slow, by the way. Things are progressing (and will even more-so in the next chapter), but this is just how it’s naturally going. :X AO3

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 + Don’t Go Far

The first time you land the Razor Crest, your hands are trembling like dead leaves shaking in the wind. The Mandalorian has showed you how to enter coordinates, which he gave to you based on a digital schematic of the planet Quanera. The landscape is fairly open, which you’re thankful for, as you don’t have to worry about landing on a sandbar or a cliff’s edge. You hold the controls steady as the ship thunders to a rumbling halt.

You hold your breath until the Mandalorian, who stands steady beside you, holding onto a latch above your head, hums, “Not bad.”

The pride you feel flushes in your cheeks, and you duck your head down, busying yourself with fussing over the small child’s robe. He’s perched in your lap, happily suckling on a necklace of an indiscernible shape. You wonder how he got it, now that you’re able to focus on something that isn’t the ship’s controls.

“Where did you get this?” you coo, brushing your thumb over the child’s cheek as he continues to nibble on the sterling silver pendant. His large, dark eyes blink owlishly at you, and it never fails to make you smile.

“Temperature’s on the cooler side. Looks overcast, too,” the Mandalorian mutters, and you feel his eyes on you even behind his helmet. “Come with me.”

Shouldering the child up in your arms, you rise from the pilot’s chair and carefully follow him out of the cockpit. He’s since turned on more lights, and though it’s still too dim to see as clearly as you’d prefer, you’re not in complete darkness. He turns down the narrow passageway to another room, and you hesitate at the threshold.

You hear the wrenched metallic sound of a locker being opened, a lot of shuffling, and then he returns and drapes a heavy cloak over your shoulders that nearly buckles your knees. The hem pools a bit on the ground, and you know that it’s his by that. And the scent.

Wobbling for a moment, his gloved hands cup your shoulders, and you reach one hand out to the beskar chest plate, grateful for the stability. Your eyes flicker along the gleam of the armor, your stomach fluttering when his hands seem to form to the top of your arms before quickly retracting.

“Should do for now,” he mutters, then turns on his heel and descends the ladder.

Blinking, you follow wordlessly, feeling lighter in spirit and physically more cumbersome at the same time. You draw the cloak around the child in your arms, protecting his ears as a cool wind blows into the hull of the ship while the hatch opens. The ramp lowers, and you bite your lip with excitement at finally being able to stretch and languish in the outdoors.

“Stay close,” the Mandalorian says sternly, and a small furrow bends your brow.

“Where else would I be?” you mutter as a reflex. Your eyes widen at the insolent edge to your voice, and the Mandalorian stares at you for a moment, seemingly just as surprised as you by your words. Where did that come from? “S-Sorry, I-”

And then, an unmistakable noise comes from his helmet: he snorts .

Your face turns completely red, and you press your face to the top of the child’s head, sinking your neck back into the cowl of the cloak. His voice is quiet and low when he speaks again. “Come on, then.”

Quanera isn’t freezing, nothing close to somewhere like the planet Hoth you’d heard was iced over, but it is cooler than all the other planets you’ve been to. You can feel it kissing your cheeks and the tips of your ears, but it doesn’t calm the drum beat of your pulse as your eyes drink up the landscape around you.

It’s so green. Green and grey, with splashes of purple and blue. You pause in your walking, kneeling down to touch one of the oily swirls of color in your vision. You feel the plump leaves, then the silky petals of a flower. It’s nothing but a watery, violet smear to you in the cloudiness of your sight, but you prick it up between two fingers, and the child in your arm coos in wonder as you pass it to him.

“What are you doing?”

The Mandalorian has stopped on the narrow dirt road, looking back at you with a curious tilt of his helmet. You grin when the child burbles in delight as you pluck another flower, this one blue.

“He likes flowers!” you say with excitement, fully sitting on your knees to shift the baby in your lap. This wasn’t just an exciting excursion for you, but it was for the baby as well. You planned on getting him something from town to help keep away his boredom, as the Mandalorian spoke of a market that sold all kinds of wares.

The child wrinkles his nose up after sniffing at the flowers, then sneezes adorably, sending a few purple petals flying up into the air.

Suddenly, the Mandalorian is hovering over both of you, and his voice is near a panic. “What’s wrong? Did he eat it? How do you know that’s not poisonous?”

You tilt your head up at his voice, raising your eyebrows. You have a small smirk on your face, unable to hide it. “No, he only sniffed it.”

The Mandalorian lifts the child from your arms, and the flowers slip from his small three fingered grip to land in the dirt. The warrior checks over the child with a fierce tenacity, and a small pinch of annoyance irks you.

“Do you think I’d really poison him?” you ask tersely, pushing yourself to stand up and dusting off your clothes. Your hands rest on your hips, feeling brave surrounded by wildflowers and overgrowth.

“Not on purpose,” huffs your employer, nearly an afterthought. He seems satisfied that once he’s checked over the child personally, finally looking towards you.

You draw in a breath, slow and steady, then let it out. You don’t recall having to tame your temper before, but for some reason, this tests your patience. Tapping your fingers at your hip, you straighten your back. “Poisonous flowers don’t have single leaflets,” you say slowly to prevent snapping. “They have three.”

The Mandalorian pauses, looking up at you in silence while the baby coos and reaches out a grabbing hand towards the ground where his flowers lay. You lean down and pluck two new ones, pressing them into the child’s fingers and pat his head.

“How do you know that?” he asks, guarded and wary.

“I read about it.”

“You can-?” He stops suddenly, his voice choking on the question.

“Yes,” you mutter, letting your arms fall. “I can read.” After a pause. “Can you?”

A heavy, strained silence hangs between you.

You step around him and continue down the dirt path, planting your feet with a little more force than necessary. The absolute chagrin in the form of a Mandalorian following behind you is akin to the clouds that hang in the sky overhead. You have no interest in appeasing him, either. You have one job, and that’s to keep the little one safe. He really thinks you would do something that would let harm come to the child?

It’s nearly an hour before your annoyance dissipates, and you let out a small sigh. The Mandalorian has matched you in stride, now walking beside you and still holding the baby in his arms like he’s afraid to let him go.

Perhaps...perhaps you were too hard on him, you think, touching the back of your neck. He was only worried about his child, after all. Could you blame him for putting his safety first? You think of your own father, so long ago, laughing as you played in dirt and ran barefoot and climbed trees. He had never seemed worried about you getting hurt, simply laughing at your foolhardy smile when you’d proudly present him with a mud pie or a shiny new river rock.

Would he still be alive if he had?

Would you be able to sleep through the night and not wear a scar on your neck if he had?

Tears clog your throat, and it’s all you can do to swallow them down.

The town you landed the Razor Crest near is a bustling, thriving community on the edge of a mineral deposit. Quanera is wealthy in its earth and soil, and it has made a name for itself as a trading post for being such a small planet. You follow silently behind the Mandalorian as he walks like a shadow through the marketplace, deeply inhaling the different scents of food, spices, and perfumes.

Weeks of being isolated on the Razor Crest gives you a hunger for the lively atmosphere. It’s different than the cantina. It’s not contained, like a pressure that builds into a headache. Instead, you find yourself listening to peoples’ conversations, peering into the different vendor stalls, and smiling at the sound of children laughing. With the renowned warrior walking ahead, you assume he’d either been here before, or it was something he saw all the time. He didn’t seem affected by anything around him, until he stepped up to a shop and turned to the side.

You blink, skidding to a stop, and he bows his head slightly at the open doors.

Oh. Oh.

You step in first, and only then the shadow of beskar follows you inside.

The shop smells antiseptic and seems chillier than the outdoor air. You shuffle next to him and listen as he speaks with the vendor about bacta kits, splints, and waterproof bandages. Your eyebrows raise with surprise, leaning closer to hear. It hadn’t occurred to you he’d need such extensive medical supplies, but now that you consider it, bounty hunting isn’t exactly for the faint of heart or the weak of body.

When your arm brushes his elbow, the child peeks around the gleaming pauldron to blink coquettishly at you. With a small hand, he offers his blue flower towards you that has lost most of its petals from how he insists on waving it about with triumph.

Smiling, you take the little bloom and tuck it in the soft fold of your dress’s neckline by your collar, and the baby coos in delight. The sound gives you the warmest feeling in your chest, and you’re suddenly struck with an intense realization that makes your face fall.

The Mandalorian has just put away his purchases in a pack slung over his shoulder when he seems to notice your disquiet. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice holding a worried edge.

“N-Nothing,” you say slowly. Your mouth suddenly feels dry, a violent red blush flaming your face. “I...I just…” The emotional peaks and valleys suddenly make sense, you think, and being around the medical supplies has only confirmed your suspicions. “I’d like to buy something here.”

“Oh.” His tone is nothing but surprise, and when you don’t elaborate, he tilts his head to the side.

“Could I have some privacy?” you whisper, ducking your gaze down. You’re grateful the vendor has moved down the counter to rearrange his stock that the Mandalorian has just emptied.

It only takes a moment for your employer to seemingly understand. “Of course,” he says with such a level politeness in his voice, you wonder at it. You expected awkwardness-as many men project on the subject-but he bows his helmet towards you with deference. “I’ll wait outside.”

You don’t move until you hear the door close, and you take a deep breath, moving down the counter to speak to the shopkeeper. Having never needed to discuss such a topic with someone before, especially a man and a stranger, you feel a little clumsy about it. Thankfully, the older, wizened voice puts you at ease. You tell yourself that this isn’t the first time he’s had this conversation, being a vendor of medical supplies. It once again makes you think of Kuiil.

“I have several options,” he says, tapping his fingers in thought on the counter. “But, if you’re traveling, you might find a cycle suppression more convenient.”

Chasing after a small child and living on a rather confined ship with limited privacy has given you an appreciation for convenience. You happily pay the credits for the small implant to be injected into your bicep, which he does with no trouble and a minimal discomfort. You find it ironic how grateful you are for the slight sting when you were so nervous about the transmitter being removed from your neck before.

When you exit the shop, feeling calmer and more collected, the Mandalorian is lounging against the wall, listening intently to the child babble up at him while he waves his flower with vigor. That familiar warmth in your belly returns, and you wonder if this emotion is your body’s fleeting hormonal responses, after all.

The Mandalorian straightens up as you approach. You fold your hands in front of you like you were taught as a handmaiden, a habit hard to break. He’s looking at you, and you give him a small smile of appreciation.

“I owe you an apology,” you say after a moment of silence, looking down at your hands. “I shouldn’t have-that is, before, on the road-”

“No. I-” He stops, tweaking the child’s ear fondly, busying his fingers. “I do- you know , trust you.”

The words meant more than anything, and you take a deep breath, feeling your lip tremble. You bite it. “Don’t stop worrying after him,” you murmur, stepping closer. You lay a hand over his glove where it holds the child’s tinier one. “He’ll never doubt you care for him, even if he fusses about it.”

The helmet tilts down to look at the little green baby waving the flower up at you, or, perhaps he’s looking at your hands. Either way, you step closer. “May I hold him now?” you ask softly.

“You-” his voice is thick, but you think he may be smiling. “You don’t have to ask.”

The child offers you his flower, just as before, and you take it with a little grin, gathering him in your arms. Thinking better of it than to pair it with the one you already wear, you step even closer-and you certainly hear the way the fearsome bounty hunter sucks in a breath through his modulator-and gently tuck the flower inside the bandolier across his chest.

The baby gurgles happily at this, and you giggle, shouldering him within the confines of your cloak so he’s kept warm. “Come on, let’s try to find you a toy,” you murmur with the most conspiratorial voice, walking off into the traffic of the market. It only takes a few moments for the Mandalorian to follow dutifully behind you, just as silent as ever. That’s where he remains as you purchase a few things from various vendors.

He is ever present yet not overbearing, and you can feel his gaze as you choose clothing items to replace your threadbare dress and robe. He silently pays for the stuffed bantha with crossed eyes and lopsided horns that you pluck up for the child, and he doesn’t question you when you buy leafs of paper and pencils. When you near the food stalls, he quietly picks out various items that you comment on that smell so good your mouth waters, and he only nods when you remind him to get extra of something because the child has a tendency towards things with bones.

“We should try to leave soon. It’ll be dark before we reach the Crest if we’re not careful,” he says, his voice low as he steps close enough that his chest plate brushes your shoulder.

You were in the middle of running your hand over a spine of a book, the raised curvatures and nodules telling you it was a book on sentientology. It was unique to find a braille bound book, and you were impressed the vendor still had it. Most were collector’s items, since they could not be transferred to datapads or digitalized formats. You already knew it was too expensive for you to afford, even if you envied its future owner, and you withdrew your hand.

“Will we leave immediately?” you ask, turning your face to look up at the sound of his voice. The child was beginning to fuss in your arms, and you lean down to press your lips to his forehead. It soothes him sufficiently for the time, and he nuzzles into your warmth.

“No.” The answer is roughened, and you hear the strain of leather when he flexes his fingers at his sides.

You nod, and you leave the stall with a polite thank you to the vendor. With two full packs, you and the Mandalorian navigate your way from the marketplace, and you only become aware of the presence of his hand on your lower back to guide you when you leave the town’s bustle behind you.

Your cheeks warm, even as the air grows cooler from the sun sinking in the sky, but you just bury your face between the child’s ears and walk quietly beside the bounty hunter.

When a light mist begins to coat the air with sweet rain, that hand on your back draws the hood of the cloak up over the crown of your head, and that’s when you stop, pausing to turn your face toward him.

Immediately, his hand jerks away like he’s been burned by your very gaze.

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, he does.

“I do trust you,” the Mandalorian says, echoing his words from before, and you feel your heart stumble in its pace to quicken. The child sleeps against your chest, but he doesn't seem to notice the sudden change in rhythm. The Mandalorian shifts, his boots scuffing in the dirt against tiny stones. “With him. I’m-from before, I didn’t mean-

When your hand slips in the crook of his elbow, you’re very aware of the soft curves of muscle tensing beneath your fingers under the dark fabric of his clothing. “I know that,” you murmur, ducking your head a little, both to hide your blush and to keep the mist from the child’s sleeping face.

The Mandalorian stands in the middle of the road, dumbfounded by this gentle confession. When he doesn’t move, you glance up out of the corner of your pale eyes. “Shouldn’t we go?” you ask, squeezing his arm gently and leaning into him. You wonder what he’s thinking when he does this, loses himself in hesitancy and roots himself to the ground like an irontree.

Finally, you feel him jerk his head in a nod. “Y-Yes.”

Your footsteps sound as one as you lean into his side, keeping your eyes closed and letting him guide you back to the Razor Crest. You can’t make out much of the landscape in the watery sunset, but you listen to the sounds of evening insects singing songs and taste the petrichor rising from the surrounding fields. You don’t need to see the way back to feel surefooted, and you wonder if he knows your hand on his arm mirrors his own confession.

I trust you, too.

Tags: @lavenderl3mons @itzagoodthing @letaliabane @rzrcrst, @yodaswrinkles

#the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #star wars fanfiction

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mayraki · 4 years ago

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⋆⁑lost in the MORTAL WORLD ⁑⋆

jj maybank x witch!au

~chapter two~

sequel for ⋆⁑lost in HALLOWEEN TOWN ⁑⋆

masterlist | chapter one

“Amethyst”

“Is this it?” Lia asked the moment her feet touched ground and her eyes looked at the big building in front of her. When JJ didn’t respond, she turned to face him and he was holding his head with his eyes closed. “C’mon, don’t be a little baby. That’s nothing compared to the portal.”

“Well! It’s still fucked up!” JJ said loudly but seconds later regretted it since his head started to hurt.

“C’mon, JJ, let’s go inside so you can sh-“ Lia was saying but when a couple of teens walked inside the mall while laughing and what seemed to be a good time, she stopped and quickly walked to a corner where it was hidden from the street.

“Wait- Lia!” JJ yelled but Lia had quick feet, so she was already gone from his sight. “What are you doing?” JJ asked her confused when he arrived to where she was clearly hiding.

“Those teens! They were at my classes when I was going to the OBX high school.” Lia said worried.

“So?” JJ looked back at the teens talking in a circle in front of the giant glass door of the mall.

“They can’t see me! They can’t know I’m back. My stay here has to be almost invisible, the less people know I’m here, the less possibilities are that they know I’m here.”

“They?” JJ asked.

“Yes, they. The people that know about everyone who leaves Halloween Town. The more people that know I’m here, the more energy it creates, so we have to keep it on the low.” Lia said and then closed her eyes. “Now what? Damn! I didn’t think I would ran into these people.”

“Can you just... make yourself go invisible?” JJ waved his hands around referring to Lia’s body.

“There’s not a spell for that, there’s a potion.” Lia said.

“Well? Do you have the potion?”

Lia took a second to respond since she closed her eyes completely disappointed with herself. “No. Fuck! Ok, Lia, think! Think!”

JJ turned around and when a little boy with a Christmas hat on, left the mall an idea came into his mind. “I got it.”

“What?” Lia waited for JJ to respond but a smirk appeared on his face.

“Lia, please, trust the mortal.” JJ said remembering all those times she had said to him to trust the witch.

“And when did that take anyone somewhere?” Lia responded but JJ didn’t answer, he just winked at her and then turned around leaving Lia behind.

⋆ ⋆

Thirty minutes had passed since JJ went inside the mall and left Lia waiting for him. She was starting to get impatient, her foot was going quickly up and down while her arms were crossed around her chest.

“Where the hell is he?” She asked almost in a whisper to herself.

“Miss me?” Lia heard JJ ask behind her so she quickly turned around.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“I always find a way to avoid security.” JJ said proudly. “Here, have this.” In that second, JJ pulled from behind a big suit that had the colours red and white. It was all fluffy and inside of it could fit three Lia’s at the same time.

“What for?” Lia asked confused, not fully understanding what JJ was talking about.

“For you, to put it on so people don’t recognise you.” JJ handed the suit to Lia but she didn’t took it, she just kept looking at it and then back at JJ repeatedly. That’s when she realised it was a Santa Claus suit.

“Tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m a 100% serious.” JJ said with a smile, and Lia could tell how much he was enjoying this.

“It’s still November!” Lia complained the moment she grabbed the suit from JJ’s hand. “Why do you have this?”

“I stole it.” JJ said quickly but when Lia locked eyes with him a little bit concerned, JJ added even more quickly: “Burrowed. C’mon, we can put it back after we use it. No big deal.”

“And by we,” Lia said while putting the suit on “you mean; me, with my magic.”

JJ nodded. “Yeah, kinda.” Lia rolled her eyes. “What? Easier!”

“Yeah! You’re not doing anything!” Lia was now struggling with the big suit.

“I got you the suit! It was my idea.” JJ said proudly of himself.

“Alright.” Lia took a deep breath out when the suit was on and tried to reach the zipper on her back, but her tiny arms weren’t long enough. “A little help here?” Lia asked and JJ quickly turned to her.

“Oh, right.” JJ nodded walking closer to her and grabbing the zipper to slowly pull it up. “When I get ask to pull a girl’s zipper up I would like it to be a dress, you know, something more sexy. Not a Santa Claus suit.” JJ said jokingly but Lia didn’t hesitate when she turned around the moment he finished to hit him with a part of the suit that was hanging off her hand. “Ouch!” JJ complained.

“You deserved that.” Lia said. “You should be thankful that I used the suit against you and not my magic.”

JJ nodded. “True. Hey, don’t forget this.” From the pockets of his shorts, he pulled off a white long beard and a red pointy hat.

“I hate this.” Lia said after letting out a big sigh. JJ tried to hold on a laughter but when Lia took the beard and the hat out of his hand, he quickly looked away and bit his lower to hold it in. “How do I look?” Lia asked so JJ turned around to look at her. Even if she had a huge red and white suit on, a white beard and a pointy hat that made her look even more taller, she still was one of the most beautiful girls JJ had ever seen.

“Alright.” JJ said, brushing away all of his thoughts away. “Now, follow me.”

“No.” Lia quickly shook her head. “I ain’t climbing anything. C’mon, hold my hand.” Lia reached her hand for him to hold.

JJ let out a tiny sigh. “Not that again.”

“Yeah. That again, Maybank.”

⋆ ⋆

“Ugh. Will I ever get used to that?” JJ asked the moment his feet touched ground and he grabbed his head in pain.

“Probably not.” Lia said not faced at all from the transportation.

“Hopeful.” JJ said sarcastically. He opened his eyes and realized that they were now inside the mall, at a corner where nobody could see them. It was almost dark to the point that it was hard tro see something else than Lia next to him. When he walked closer to the end of the corner, JJ noticed people walking around with smiles on their faces, little kids holding hands with their parents being the most happy they’ve ever been, that made JJ wonder when was the last time he felt something like that.

“C’mon, where is it?” Lia said turning to him after looking around and analysing their surroundings.

“This way.” JJ said before walking out of the dark corner. He took steps like he knew where he was going, even if he didn’t stepped inside that mall in his life. But everything his eyes were seeing it was like he knew what it was. Every store, every corner, every little detail. He knew where he had to go, like the palm of his hand. How? Before he could say anything else, Lia spoke next to him.

“Is it illegal to make everyone go blind?” Lia asked jokingly while looking at everyone staring at her confused with her Santa Claus suit on. JJ was so focused on his thoughts and how weird he felt, that he forgot the fact that Lia was wearing a costume. He let out a laugh but quickly closed his mouth when Lia almost killed him with her eyes.

“Sorry, but you look hilarious.” He said.

“I save your soul from a horrible creature and you do this?” Lia asked. “Wow. What a move.”

JJ without hesitating, let his arm go around her shoulders. Lia felt her heart starting to beat a little bit faster. She tried to not let her emotions change her expression but the fact that he got even closer to her, made it even more impossible.

“C’mon, if you hadn’t saved me, you wouldn’t be enjoying this awesome friendship. We make a good team, if you ask me. Lia and JJ, kicking ass.” Lia let out a tiny laugh when she saw JJ with a proud smile on his face. “The witch,” JJ pointed at Lia “and the mortal, who’s very good looking and... well, has a witch friend.”

“Having a witch friend is awesome, give yourself way more credit for that.” Lia said with a smile.

JJ nodded. “Yeah, that’s cool.”

“Oh, there it is!” Lia said when she saw the big sign that said ‘Amethyst: the psychic’. It was on a dark corner where not a lot of people naturally walked through. It made JJ hairs to go up and feel a little shiver on his body. It was black and had purple curtains all over the windows, not letting your see anything of the inside from the outside. It definitely gave JJ the creeps, but it seemed that Lia didn’t feel the same way about the place, since she immediately walked inside the store, soon followed by a less confident JJ.

“Hello?” Lia asked once inside. JJ looked around and noticed that the place looked even more dark, it had a crystal ball that JJ was used to seeing on movies, zodiac cards, and other kind of stuff that he didn’t know what they were or what they did.

“I knew you were coming, Cromwell.” A slow voice of a woman spoke from behind some dark purple curtains. They both looked to where the voice came from to see some black long nails moving the curtain away to let a woman walk through. The had black and purple braids all over her head, shiny lips and some pretty dark eyes. Her jewellery made a loud noise every time she moved a single part of her body, her longs necklaces and million bracelets were as colourful as her clothes, her skirt that would touch the ground and her little yellow top, that would let you see a belly piercing, shiner than any other thing JJ had ever seen. “Nice outfit.” The woman said looking Lia up and down with a funny little smile on her face. Lia immediately took her beard and hat, to put them on the floor. “Who is your friend?” The women asked looking at JJ. For the second time, he felt his body shiver for the fact that the women seemed to be penetrating him with her eyes, and then looked at him like she knew all of his secrets.

“Don’t play, you already know.” Lia said confidently and the women let out a smirk.

“You look just like your grandmother.” She said while walking closer to the table that was in the middle of the room, and then sat down to play with the cards on the table. “How is she, by the way?” She asked without taking her eyes away from her cards.

“Hanging there.” Lia said. JJ noticed the look on Lia’s face, for some reason he got the impression that she didn’t fully trusted the psychic (or the witch?). Lia kept looking around and the going back to the woman, who was still playing with a cheeky smile on her face. “She told me to-“

“Come here to see where to go next.” The woman said and then locked eyes with Lia, but with her face still looking down. “I helped your grandmother a lot, back in the day.”

Lia grabbed JJ’s hand to walk with him closer to the chairs in front of the woman. His steps wanted to be slow since he felt so unsure of his surroundings, but Lia made him walk confidently until they were sat down on the chairs. They way that Lia was still holding his hand made him feel a little bit safer, but at the same time, it was something more than that. The same way he felt when she touched his knee back in Halloween Town, something about her touch made him feel different, made him feel good.

“You’re really her, aren’t you?” Lia asked after a couple of seconds in silence. The woman stopped playing with her cards and took in a little breath. “You’re not her daughter, you’re her, the real Amethyst.”

“I hope the things you’re grandmother told you about me were good.” Amethyst said softly with a little smile on her face.

“She would always told me about you guys’ adventures when you two were young. You were really close friends.”

“We were more than just friends...” Amethyst said in a tone that made them both, Lia and JJ, realise that she was having those memories back in her mind. “But back in those days, two witches together?” She slowly shook her head. “Men felt threatened by us.” She said almost in a whisper but not the calming one, instead the one that was powerful to scare a grown man.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lia asked and a bigger smile appeared on Amethyst’s face. The way that the two women smiled at each other, made JJ feel worried for his own sake, specially since two witch women were talking about threatening men. “What happened between you two? She always avoids talking about what happened in the end.”

“We had to part from one another, unfortunately. I never saw your grandmother in person again, we talked over letters, but, then figured it was going to be more painful if we kept it going. So, we stopped. Moved on with our lives. She married, I moved here, and that’s it.” Amethyst looked down and carried on playing with her cards. “She was my first and only love.” She said softly.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t be together, back then.” JJ, for the first time, talked. The way that Amethyst told the story about her and Evanora, made him forget about the frightening of the place, and the creeps that the woman gave him. But when she looked back at him, a little bit of all of that came back. Even if she gave him a little compassionate smile.

“Thank you, mortal boy.”

“But why don’t you go back and see my grandma? Things are different now.” Lia suggested but the smile that Amethyst had on her face turned into a sad one.

“I would love to. But the fear that she doesn’t feel the same way as I do, would break my heart even more than just staying here, with my own self.”

“You would never know if you don’t go and see her.” Lia said and that made Amethyst let out a tiny breath before leaving the cards against the table.

“That’s enough about me, child. You’re not here for that.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, c’mon, give me your hand.” Amethyst reached her hand for Lia to grab, and then the other one for JJ to hold. He looked at her surprised and concerned than she also wanted for his hand. He was used to being the one waiting around for the witches to do the magical tasks. “C’mon, mortal boy, I don’t bite.” Amethyst said in a tone that JJ couldn’t fully understand if she was saying sarcastically or not. Lia noticed the concerned on JJ’s eyes so she couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. He turned to her still worried about what was about to happen, but when Lia squeezed his arm and gave him a funny smile, his heart started to beat back to normal.

“Now, I want you two to be calm and breathe normally, calmly and slowly.” Amethyst said. “Your guys’ energy is all I need.”

The moment she said that, JJ turned to Lia to see if she was about to indicate him something to do, but she didn’t turn to him. She kept looking at Amethyst, waiting for her next move. That’s when JJ looked back at Amethyst, but her face wasn’t the same. JJ widen his eyes at the surprise of seeing the state of the woman, her eyes were rolled back, the purple of her hair was now gold and it was sparkling. She was letting out a big breaths with her mouth slightly opened. JJ turned to Lia concerned, but Lia’s expression didn’t change, she was looking at Amethyst like if was the most normal thing she had ever seen.

Seconds later, Amethyst let out a another loud breath when her eyes went back to normal and the purple went back to her hair. For the first time since they walked into the store, she didn’t have that confident look on her face and eyes, she looked... terrified.

“What did you see, Amethyst?” Lia asked realising the horror in her eyes.

“Oh, my dear child.” Amethyst said softly looking at Lia with worried eyes. “The dark times are going to be back if we don’t stop it.”

“Dark times?” JJ asked looking at Lia and Amethyst back and forth, but this two women didn’t seem to bother on explaining what ‘Dark times’ they were talking about, since the horror cut their breaths.

“How can we stop it?” Lia asked firmly after a couple of seconds in silence.

Amethyst, that was looking down, locked eyes with Lia and then took a comforting breath.

“It’s time you learn about your family’s profecy.” The moment she said those words, she went back to open those purple curtains and started to look for something in old brown boxes.

JJ turned to Lia to see how she processed the fact that her family had a profecy, but by the look on her face, I looked like she didn’t at all.

“My family has a profecy?” She asked softly more to herself than to anyone else. “Amethyst?” She called the woman’s name, but she didn’t answered. She kept looking for something around the store. “Please, Amethyst.” Lia begged for the woman’s attention. JJ never saw her like that, horrified and confused at the same time. What was going through her mind? JJ thought to himself. He had a lot of questions, but unfortunately, Lia did too. “Amethyst!” Lia lifted her hand into the air and that’s when JJ noticed that Amethyst stopped moving. But not because she heard Lia calling her name, but because she couldn’t move at all. With fear on his eyes, JJ turned to the woman and then at Lia, who was trying to take her breathing back to normal.

Lia‘s eyes were wide open when she realized what she had done, so she slowly let her hand go down. Once Amethyst let out a breath, she went back to where Lia and JJ where.

“I’m sorry.” Lia apologised still looking down embarrassed of her sudden action.

“Nothing to be sorry about, my child. I know the dark times took away your parents.” Amethyst said almost in a whisper. “And I let fear took over my body, let me explain to you what I saw.” Lia nodded and without even thinking about it, afraid of the woman’s next words, she took JJ’s hand and squeezed it hard. Lia didn’t notice what she did, but JJ certainly did. He looked down when his heart dropped to his stomach. He was starting to get worried because of all of these sudden strong feeling towards her, he didn’t remember them being like this. What changed?

“I saw power in your future, Lia. And not the kind you have right now.”

“What kind?” Lia asked quickly.

“I’m not the right person to explain it to you, because I don’t know the story of it all.”

“Then who is?”

“The profecy.” Lia didn’t answered immediately, she just went into her thoughts while looking at the table. Then, with quick and firm eyes, looked back at Amethyst.

“Where can I see this profecy?”

“The thing that can help you, that’s what I was looking for. But that’s not all I saw. I saw someone. A partner.”

“A partner?” Lia asked confused. “For what?”

“To defeat the darkness. He’s going to be there for you, by your side, fighting it.”

“He?” JJ asked.

Amethyst locked eyes with JJ and gave him a little smirk. “Yes, he.”

“Do you know how he looks like? Or where can I find him?” Lia asked hoping that Amethyst had the answer, but she just slowly shook her head.

“No, my child. All I know is that this partner, is a man. The profecy will tell you all you need to know. And more.”

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JJ felt guilty since all he could think about was Amethyst’s words about Lia’s future partner. The weird feeling on his stomach and chest was unbearable and he wanted it to stop, but when her words came back to his head all of these feeling were all over the place and that made him feel like an asshole since Lia was going through something bigger on her mind.

“I can’t believe my family has a profecy.” She said more to herself than to him. “Amethyst said that this is going to take me to the thing I want the most.” She took out of the back pocket of the suit, a brown old compass to open it and see how the little arrow was already pointing to where Lia had to go next.

“Where do you think it leads?” JJ asked looking at where the arrow was pointing.

“I don’t know.” Lia shook her head without taking her eyes from the compass. “Probably to where I can see the profecy. That’s all I want right now.” JJ nodded locking at Lia, but she didn’t turn to him. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she always thought that she knew everything about her family’s past. Suddenly, everything she knew now it had a black space. What was this profecy about? Was it about her? Her parents? Or someone that she didn’t know belonged to her family? All those questions and not a single answer. Maybe the profecy had it all, or at least, that’s what Lia hoped.

The moment Lia’s and JJ’s feet touched the ground of the house Lia stepped when she came back again to Outer Banks, the Chateau, she walked inside like she owned the place, with a head full of thoughts not knowing what she was actually doing. JJ followed her and the moment they both walked through the door, JJ hoped that his friends weren’t around, and luckily, they were nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck!” Lia yelled looking down. “We forgot to give the suit back!”

“Don’t worry about it, they won’t even notice it’s gone.” JJ shook his head while Lia was taking the Santa Claus suit off to put it aside on the floor.

“It’s just- my mind is full right now!” Lia said loudly. “I mean, a profecy? My family? What does that even mean? Does my grandma and cousin know?” She was rambling while walking around whith JJ following her with his eyes. “If they did, why the fuck didn’t they tell me? What’s the point? I hate having SO MUCH questions and not being able to get the answers! Yes, we have this fucking compass, but what about it? Where is it going to take me? Is it here? Is it on the other side of the world? WHERE? And to add to all of that, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PARTNER? WHO IS HE? WHY DO I NEED A MAN TO FIGHT WITH ME? I CAN HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN! JJ!” The moment that Lia called his name he widen his eyes worried for his own sake, since his witch friend was going crazy in front of him. But when she locked eyes with him, she let out a tiny breath and then asked more calmly. “Do you have any water?” JJ nodded relived that water was all she wanted and not destroy the whole house, or worst, turn him into a turtle or something. “My mouth is a dessert right now.”

“Yeah, I got you.” JJ said when he took out of the refrigerator a bottle of water and handed it to Lia. She thanked him with a smile and without waiting another second, she took the bottle of water to her mouth.

They both enjoyed the silence that now surrounded the room. JJ still didn’t know what to say to Lia, and she noticed that since he refused to make eye contact with her. She understood, of course. This was all new for him, having to deal with witches and profecies. The fact that he was willing to do all of this, not knowing or understanding anything of her world, meant even more to her than he could ever imagine. But she didn’t want the thought of him getting hurt because of her. Lia knew that JJ loved her world and everything she was capable of doing, she noticed that on his voice when they both talked. Being able to be by her side while on this adventure, in his eyes, was the best thing that has ever happened to him. And Lia knew that. She wanted him on her side, that was for sure, but keeping him safe was more important then the fear of going through all of this alone. She needed to protect him, so when the moment she decided to tell him that this was it for him, broke her heart.

“JJ-” she said but was cut off by a loud noise that came from behind the house. They both looked at each other confused and waited for the noise to hit their ears again. But since after a couple of seconds of silence surrounding the room, they both brushed it off thinking that maybe was something from a far and not near the house. But when Lia felt the hairs on her arm to lift up, she knew something was wrong. And then, another loud noise came from the same place, but this time, closer. They both got up not saying a word to walk outside and check the strange noise. With quick steps, they both walked around the house to get to the back of it, where the supposed noise was. But when they arrived, nothing was there. The only thing that their eyes saw was a couple or birds flying around and the trees being moved by the wind.

“What the hell was that?” JJ asked, but Lia didn’t answer, because she still had in mind that something was going on since her hairs lifted up and had that gut feeling, they were never wrong. And this wasn’t going to be an exception. When JJ turned around after seeing that everything was normal, the same loud noise hit their ears but this time, it wasn’t just a noise.

“The fuck-?” JJ asked when the ground started shaking. Lia grabbed JJ’s arm for better balance but she was still looking in front of her, ready for anything that was coming her way.

Then, when a piece of ground started to lift up, Lia pulled JJ behind her since her mind already knew what was about to happen.

“Lia, what is going on?” JJ asked her but she didn’t answer immediately. Seconds later, an arm covered in mud came out of the ground. Next, another arm, a head, and then an entire body appeared from the ground covered in mud.

“Ew.” Lia said after letting out a big sigh. JJ widen his eyes worried and surprised at what his eyes were seeing. The creature let out a big and heavy scream, shaking the walls of the house and hurting the ears of JJ and Lia. “Lia! What- What the hell is that?!” JJ asked with his voice cracked and freaking out when the tall creature started slowly walking towards them with mud dripping from his body.

“It’s a demon.” Lia said looking at it still pulling JJ behind her.

“A DEMON?!” JJ yelled with his eyes even more wide open.

“Yes, JJ, a demon. It’s called Daemonium Terram, it’s a ground demon, basically. It can shot you mud from a short distance and it’s extremely strong. It can kill you with his pinky.” Lia said like it was nothing, but JJ was freaking out on the inside while his heart was beating faster than any race car he had ever seen on TV.

“Tell me something good, please!” JJ said with his eyes glued to the disgusting demon.

“Well... it’s made out of mud.”

“So?!”

“All we need is water.” Lia pushed JJ back to lift her hands in front of her towards the demon still making it’s way to her. She looked at the water of the ocean next to the house and then went back to the demon with her spells already flying in her head. JJ noticed how the water started shaking, and then like it was being lifted by the wind, it quickly moved towards the demon. Lia moved her hand to control the water and hit it, now even more closer to her than before. When the water touched it, it screamed in pain but it seemed that it wasn’t enough. Lia immediately noticed this and lifted another, but bigger, piece of water towards her. But, again, it wasn’t enough.

��JJ! We need something stronger!” She yelled at him and like a fast truck, an idea came to his head.

Lia watched how JJ ran to the front of the house and then disappeared from her sight. She went back to the demon and realized that it was already lifting it’s arm to throw some disgusting and dirty mud to Lia. But when it left it’s hand, Lia avoided it easily by putting a protective shield in front of her. One, two, three times the demon threw mud pieces at Lia. He was so fast, that she didn’t have the change to lift some water to take the demon down. But when he lifted his both hands with the intention to throw a more powerful and strong piece of mud at Lia, she just shook her head. “Oh no you won’t, this is my favorite shirt.” She was ready to fight it with her whole strength, but when the demon moved his hand to let the mud leave his hands, a loud noise of water hit her ears and that’s when JJ appeared with a strong hose and was already throwing the strong water at the demon. “Take this, you dirty demon!” JJ yelled with a proud smile on his face. Lia let out tiny laugh seeing how much he was enjoying his actions, but then went back to the demon who was progressively screaming, louder and louder.

“JJ, good job!” Lia yelled since the noise of the water hitting the demon was loud and the screams of pain didn’t give much space for their voices. “It’s getting more weaker and weaker, but we need to destroy it permanently so it goes back to hell!”

“So how do we do that?!”

“Let me!” Lia lifted her hands towards the demon and then added; “When I tell you, you turn off the hose and then cover yourself!” JJ nodded. “Keep going! Keep going! Keep going! Now, JJ!” The noise of the hose stopped once JJ turned it off and without waiting another second, Lia walked closer to the agonising demon. “STAGNO.” She said and the creature stopped moving. Lia’s hand was shaking trying to control the demon, but her face didn’t change. She had a confident face and firm eyes, that made her look even more badass. Then, when she noticed the time was right, a little smirk appeared on face before saying: “Say hi to Lucifer for me, would you?” The demon went completely silent and then, with a loud noise, the demon exploded leaving traces of mud all over the place.

Lia let out a relived breath before waving her hands to take off the excess of mud in her body. She turned to JJ who was behind her, and just like her, covered in mud.

“I told you to cover yourself.” Lia said looking down his dirty body.

“And what? Miss being showered in mud? Who would do that?” JJ said sarcastically wiping the mud off his lips.

“Yeah, this is disgusting.” Lia said but after a couple of seconds, they both bursted out in laughter because of their unlucky and unfortunate events.

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“I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess with me.” Lia said the moment they boy walked into the house and sat down in the couch, after Lia, with a quick spell, brought everything back to normal.

“Are you kidding me? This is awesome.” JJ said with a smile like a little kid. “Today when my friends come home, and they’re all like ‘Oh, what did you do today, JJ?’ I’m gonna be like: ‘Nothing much, just helped my witch friend take a mud demon back to hell.” JJ patted his own shoulder proudly and Lia let out a tiny laugh at his actions. He seemed so excited for that new adventure that it made Lia forget how actually dangerous it was. But unfortunately, that feeling wasn’t going to last forever. She needed to tell him that she was planning on doing the next move alone to protect him. She must. But for the first time, she looked around and realized that she never asked what this place was.

“Do you live here?” Lia asked after you going back to JJ.

“Kinda.”

“Kinda?” JJ scratched the back of his head and then nodded.

“Yeah.” Suddenly, he seemed different, like he didn’t want to talk about the subject. So Lia, noticing that, she slowly nodded and looked down. The question of JJ’s dad appeared back on her mind like a fast truck, it was something that wondered on her head around and around, but she didn’t know if asking was the right move. So she just kept her mouth shut.

“So,” JJ broke the silence. “Do you know why this demon attacked you?”

Lia shook her head. “Not really. All I know is that it comes from Hell, so that tells us something.”

“What?” JJ asked, not understanding what was going on on Lia’s mind.

“That something from there sent it.” JJ slowly nodded when his heart skipped a beat. The thought of something from down there sending a demon to kill Lia for whatever reason, made him feel weird. Of course, a couple of weeks ago he didn’t even know hell existed, so the news of actual demons and a place like that, made his mind feel terrified. He was still trying to figure out what was going on, so how was he feeling was unknown to himself, since everything was all over the place. “What if it has to do with the profecy?” JJ asked and Lia shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe. I’m still trying to process all of this.” Lia let out a sigh before covering her face with her hands. The frustration was getting to her once again and JJ noticed that. So without hesitating, not knowing where his sudden confidence came from, he let his hand rest on Lia’s shoulder, to start to caress it and try to calm her down.

“I’m here for you, no matter what, Lia.” He said softly. Lia looked at him with a smile thanking him. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Yeah.” Lia answered almost in a whisper with her eyes glued to his.

“I’m glad I’m here with you, fighting whatever comes.” JJ let out a tiny laugh and Lia took another a long breath. JJ noticed she wanted to say something, but for some reason, she didn’t.

She didn’t know how to. How can you say to someone that you want them to stay back, after they say that to you? Is the fact that you’re doing to protect them going to ease the news? Is it? Lia never had to deal with something like this, she was used to doing things on her own, never having to deal with someone that would literally gave his life for her. For some reason, Lia’s mouth couldn’t let out the words. Her tongue was frozen, she tried to move it and let out some words, but the moment JJ looked down to her lips, everything inside of her went on freak out mode.

You have to tell him! Her brain was screaming at her over and over again. She fought with her whole strength her needs to look at his lips as well, but it won after JJ went back to her eyes. She looked down but then quickly went back to his eyes when she noticed JJ got closer to her face. Her heart was beating faster, and so was his. Neither of them knew what was going on, for the first time, they both seemed to let their bodies control their actions. It felt like it was the right time, the right time to let it happen, the need to taste each other, something that they realized they had for a long time. JJ was slowly getting closer and closer to her face, with his eyes glued to her lips, she was staying still hoping that the moment he was against her lips came sooner. But when he was ready to take the next step, uniting his lips with hers, a noise of a car parking outside the house, made the two of them separate and get up quickly from the couch. Maybe it wasn’t the right time after all.

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parkjess · 4 years ago

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hello can u do a “when they know they love you” with astro 🥺

Thank you for requesting!🥰

Note: I’m currently having a lil writing block so it takes me some time to write all of your requests, please understand (and ofcourse you can keep requesting❤️)

Myungjun:

* Myungjun would realize that when he sees how much you care for him and he that he feels the same.

* You always come to his rehearsals, or whatever he practices for.

You decided to come over to see him practicing his script for the musical he participates in, and fell asleep when he went to the restroom. He comes back to the sight of you napping on the floor, with your phone that was unlocked in your hand, a little smile is playing on his face seeing you like that.

He comes closer slowly, being too careful to not wake you up since he knows you’ve been there for hours, only for him.

Taking a look at your phone, there was a list of recording notes you recorded while he was away. He gently takes it from you hand and plays it, it was your voice, speaking the other character’s lines from his script to help him practice it better.

That moment he knew, it was more than appreciation towards you, it was love.

Jinwoo:

* When he didn’t feel well once when Astro had schedule so he stayed at the dorms.

* you came over when Dongmin told you Jinwoo will be there alone and needs a company, and ofcourse you didn’t even hesitate for a second.

* “hey~ how do you feel?” You ask your close friend as you place down the lunch you brought along. You had a spare key to their place so you opened it to not bother him.

*-“Hey, y/n! What are you do...doing here?” He said while coughing hard, he was in a bad condition indeed, but you were there to take care of it.

* “I brought you a soup I made myself, and I’ll make you some tea now.” You reply without explaining him anything, and leave to the kitchen.

* Taking a quick look in the fridge, you thought maybe he’ll like the cookies you make in 10 minutes, and you did so. Plus the tea you promised.

* “There you go, sorry it took some time because they needed a longer bake-“ Jinwoo looks at you with shiny eyes as he grabs the hot cup of tea, amazed by the way you know how to warm his heart so quick, which already made him feel better.

*-“Y/n... that’s- Wow.” He took a bite of a cookie after he dipped it in the tea, melting in his own mouth, you could tell he loved it.

* “You should rest a lot, and drink hot tea. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.” You say as you place another pillow underneath his head so he can half-sit comfortably.

* there he realized you’re the only thing he needed, except for medicine, yet, you were better.

Dongmin:

* You first met Dongmin in a book store near your house, it was your favorite place nowadays to hang out at.

* he was the sweet-boy cashier that helped you many times finding a book you were looking for everytime you walked in.

* even almost got fired because he left the cash register for too long since he was talking with you between the shelves.

* “Hey, y/n!” He says happily when you enter the store, a smile playing on his face. -“Hey!” You reply, holding your shoulder bag close to your body, walking towards the handsome guy.

*-“I brought you something.” You say and reach out your bag, taking out a book, handing it to him. It was nicely wrapped and a sign was drawn on the corner of it.

* “Wow, whose this book?” He asks as he takes it with both hands, glancing at the front and the back of it. -“Uhm... mine.” You smile a bit. -“You’re the first one I decided to give this book to, see this as a friendly gift.”

* -“Woah, you didn’t tell me you were writing books, I’ll read this happily.” He thanks you for the ‘friendly gift’.

* Dongmin is also a writer, a fact that you didn’t know either, that’s why he was so excited to receive your first book. After he read your writing, he only waited for you to comeback to that book store, to ask you out.

Moonbin:

* It was a Thursday night, where Astro won an award and went to celebrate it with a dinner in a fancy korean restaurant, and ofcourse you joined them, as their temporary manager.

* the whole dinner was loud because you couldn’t stop yourself from being excited and so they are. Suddenly when it became quite you realized how noisy you were, kinda awkward.

* “Guys, I wanted to take this opportunity to celebrate my departure, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You didn’t expect their faces to become from all smiley to this sad within seconds, all you did was waiting for the right time to say, and never found that time earlier this week.

* -“Ay, y/n! Why didn’t you say something earlier? We would buy something.” Myungjun announces with annoyed tone. The rest of them followed with complaining about this and that they will miss you. Except for one.

* Moonbin stood up and called your name, making everyone turn their head to him. You looked at him shocked, but followed him as he grabbed your hand and led you outside.

* He had those feeling for a couple days now, but he just realized he did fall for you when you said you’re leaving, feeling like his heart broke.

* He takes a box from the pocket of his jacket, revealing a beautiful, silver necklace, and wrapped it around your neck gently while saying, “so you will never forget me.” And smiles.

Minhyuk:

* You two are best friends for a while.

* but you always take care of him when he needs, answer the phone within 2 seconds when he calls, buy him banana milk cause you love his reaction.

* it was nothing new he was always clingy towards you, and lately his heart started to race fast whenever you pull him into a hug.

* Once, Sanha called you to come help him with something, but you told him your hanging out with Minhyuk at the moment so you can’t.

* -“Y/n you should go.” Minhyuk whispers while you’re still on the phone with Sanha. “I’m sorry Sanha, see you later.”

* You hang up before the younger boy could reply, and spoke up. “He can wait, I’m not giving up on our friendly date.” Minhyuk smiles at your warming words and suddenly when you mention the word ‘date’ his heart skips a beat.

* that moment he knew he would love to ask you out on a real date, and that he loves you because you will never give up on him.

Sanha:

* Sanha would realize that when you’re all together (With the rest of the members) at Disneyland or just at the amusement park.

*Jinwoo would offer to buy you a cotton candy, Myungjun would ask you to go up with him on the roller coaster etc...

*Sanha finds himself without you, his best friend who he caught feelings for.

* everytime he tries to call your name to ask you something or buy you food, somebody else does.

* that moment he realized he’s jealous you’re with someone else who’s not him, and those feelings he has are more than friendly.

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carolineworld · 4 years ago

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sorry another one too 😅💕, zoenne & “I want the K”

Never say sorry for making me happy sending me a fanfic request, never. Thank you so much for this ❤💕

So the “I want the K” means the following: send me two characters and “I want the K” and I’ll generate a number for them! So I have decided to choose 1/7/11 for this zoenne prompt request.

1: Passionate kiss // 7: Goofy kiss // 11: Nose kiss Zoë x Senne

With Christmas being around the corner and the family meetings and traditions about to begin, they all have decided to meet up, do a small Christmas party together. As a tradition, they all gathered around Zoë and Milan’s apartment with drinks, foods, and their Secret Santa presents, ready to party and have fun before the holidays start.

The flat looks so nice, all decorated for the occasion with little lights and garlands all over the place. Snow globes and small figures decorate the tree that very carefully the two roommates put up together, with a shiny gold star on top.

Warm wine, all sorts of drinks, and a big chocolate pot and marshmallows decorate the table. The candy bar with all types of sweets is currently being emptied, as the guest prefers the sweet over the savory plater with veggies and chips that Zoë has prepared. A mix of Christmas carols and fun upbeat songs sound in the background, as several groups of people talk while other dance happily.

It’s such a great party that everyone’s enjoying and having fun, and Zoë can’t be happier. This time last year she was partying in the same place, the same celebration going on, but the feeling was off. The was something -more like someone- missing and the happiness was not as high as it is tonight. Tonight no one isn’t happy, no one that isn’t smiling and having fun.

She looks around and all she can see is pure happiness. Noor, Britt, and Amber are talking while drinking the hot chocolate she carefully prepared with Sander’s help earlier. Speaking of Sander, he’s having what it looks like a dancing competition with Aaron and Moyo while Jens and Robbe look at them in a combination of embarrassment and amusement.

A laugh escapes from her lips as she ‘denies’ with her head, having a hard time keeping herself quiet so they don’t notice her laughing at them.

“Careful, pretty girl” a very busy Milan warns her, having his hands full of refilled candy bowls that their friends have been enjoying.

A big smile appears on her face. She’s so grateful she has found him. Every time she looks at him she’s more and more sure that Milan is a Guardian Angel sent from heaven. He has helped every single person he saw it needed help, without searching for anything in return. He is the most selfless person she has ever met. An older brother, a parent figure, and the best friend she could ask for.

One of the bowls that Milan was bringing end up in Jana’s hands, eating the candy inside like popcorn as she listens to whatever Yasmina is saying. Her best friend is finally back for the holidays, after spending more than two months in New York, and she cannot be happier. Her video calls and endless text messages are not enough when all you need is one of her hugs. And she thought that the month and a half of ‘distance relationship’ she had to do with Senne in lockdown were hard. Ha! Silly you, Zoë, she tells herself. Nothing will top the sadness and loneliness that you feel when your best friend is far away from you.

Luckily, Yasmina, Amber, Robbe, Milan, and Senne were there for her. She cannot thank the world enough for giving her these amazing people, and those who came with them, for loving her unconditionally and support her every step of the way.

Now that she notices, something is going on. She sips on her non-alcoholic gin tonic that Senne made her as she suspiciously looks at the little group formed of her boyfriend and two best friends talking way too secretive, as they stopped talking when Milan approached them, and they keep looking at her without any reasonable explanation.

On that couch on the other side of the room, and very far away from the bleach blonde girl, a very important conversation is going on. With the breakup and the ‘let’s try to not have contact with each other as much as possible’, Senne hasn’t been able to celebrate almost anything with his girlfriend. Not Christmas, not neither of their birthdays or even Valentines’s Day. And now that they are back together and with no plans of breaking up ever again, he’s excited to continue with the celebrations.

Last November they celebrated six months since they got back together. It was a private ‘celebration’, as Zoë said that last time they celebrated a six month anniversary they broke up a bit afterward, and thought they would have bad luck again, so they decided to go to dinner and spend the night in Senne’s apartment, celebrating their own way. And now Christmas is coming up and Senne has big plans for her gift, but he needs help and approval.

That’s why he is talking to the two people that know Zoë best, after him of course. He knows how important Yasmina and Jana are to Zoë and he wants to make sure that what he has planned is something he will know she will like. He would talk to Milan, but he doesn’t know how to keep a secret and everyone would know the next day, so better be safe and tell the girls than sorry because of Milan.

“I think the Christmas trip to Bruges is a good idea, she will like it” Yasmina smiles, and Senne is happy. At first, he thought that a trip would be too much, specially after the Museum and concert tickets he also planned to give her, along with a small and delicate coin pendant necklace with their initials engraved on it.

They all laugh as chocolate-covered peanuts fly out of Jana’s mouth, as she was trying to fit too many and forgot about them while talking. When everyone is calmed down and everything is as clean as possible, Jana answers: “Yeah, I think it’s a good idea, too”

“What is a good idea?” A curious Zoë asks, surprising them all. They look at each other not knowing what to say.

“Nothing,” Senne says quickly as a nervous smile shines on his face, while the girls keep quiet and Zoë is looking at them suspiciously.

The couple locks eyes, challenging each other to see who is going to give up earlier. Senne has a secret to keep, a type of secret that is better to keep, and Zoë knows something is up and is determined to discover it.

“I think Amber is calling us over there, so we will leave you two alone, right Jana?” After a few looks and some gentle slaps on her arm, Jana finally agrees and they leave them alone.

As Senne’s nervousness starts to rise, Zoë thinks about a plan to make him speak. Her mother one time told her that women are powerful if they use their tributes the right way and even though she highly disagrees with that sexist statement, in this type of situation, it’s not a bad idea.

Without any explanation, Zoë sits seductively in his lap, playing with the back is his hair while biting her bottom lip. If the central heating of the apartment wasn’t enough, now he certainly is a bit too hot.

“Baby?” Hot air from her whisper touches his ear and he has to physically stop himself from reacting, so she won’t know that she is indeed making him weak. How could she not? She is his biggest weakness.

Swallowing hard, he answers a quick “Yeah” while trying to think about something to distract him. Thankfully, Robbe and Sander are teasing Aaron and it’s useful enough to make him forget about the gorgeous lady he has in his lap.

“Remember when we agreed to communicate and tell the other one everything?” She is feeling herself, so she comes close to his lips and before kissing him she adds: “Well, I think right now you are not telling me everything”

Hopefully, and he doesn’t care that it sounds bad, he has time to think of his excuse while she’s kissing him. He should be enjoying the kiss. Zoë is not a passionate kisser, especially in public, so the fact that they are basically making out in front of everyone and he’s not enjoying it fully because his girlfriend is too noisy is such a shame.

“Are you going to tell me what were you talking about with my friends?”

Thank god he still has some brain cells that haven’t been affected: “Oh your friends? They are not my friends, too?” Now is his time to smirk at her, and distracting her from the secret that is her Christmas gifts.

“They were my friends first, then yours, but they were mine first.”

“Possessive, huh?” He lifts his eyebrows, smirking at her sassy face, as she’s, without succeeding, trying to make an angry face.

“You are not going to distracting me, you are keeping something from me” Oh, her stubborn girl, he’s going to have to try hard to not say anything.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise. But you cannot know, at least not yet.”

If her trying to be seductive didn’t work, she doesn’t know what will. She considers herself a pretty normal girl, but when she’s with him, when Senne looks at her, she feels so powerful and unstoppable. So the fact that that didn’t work, the fact that with a bit of seduction she didn’t make him spill whatever secret he’s keeping from her, it's a bit upsetting.

So she tries to do what she thinks will work: tickle him. At first, he laughs, doesn’t talk, or confesses tho, just laughs and tries to escape. It’s all fun and giggles when she remembers that he is stronger than her and that it’s a matter of seconds when he realizes that he can beat her.

And as if they were connected, Senne finally realizes that he can beat her, and gently blocks her hand from his ribcage to blow raspberries into her neck, making it her time to laugh.

“I promise you, on my life, that it’s nothing bad. It’s one of those things you need to know at a certain time, that’s why I can’t tell you right now, cause it’s not the right time to do so. Okay?” he can see her physically gasp for air, just to make the fakest thinking face ever. “Do you trust me?”

Her face softens, the brightest and sweet smile appearing on her face. She sits up, as she was in his lap, and sits on the couch next to him. Grabbing his big hand in her tiny ones, she looks at him while rubbing her thumb against his hand. “I do, I trust you”.

“Good” With how she’s sitting on the couch and the noticeable height difference they have, giving her a kiss on the lips is quite a difficult task, as the kiss that was supposed to end up in her lips ends in her nose, causing an adorable giggle to escape both their mouths.

“You missed”

“Maybe, maybe not” The sight that is her eyes shining in love is definitely one of his favorite things, right after how their hearts seem to beat at the same time when they kiss.

Prompt from the But do you REALLY want the K? list.

#my fanfics #zoenne #sobbe #wtfock #senne de smet #zoe loockx #cute mutuals

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 5 years ago

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Heart stealer (Harley Quinn x Reader)

Request: Just gotta say I loved the Harley Quinn request, like really really so much We need moooore, can you please do one where Harley is in love with reader but reader doesn’t like commitment, but H doesn’t want to be friends with her but deep down R is just scared to admit it, they eventually kiss and R ask her to be her girlfriend ♥️♥️♥️ by anon.

Words: 1,345

A/N: This was fun to write! She's fun though sometimes I really don't know how would she react but I tried my best.

The sound of her contagious laugh rumbled through the small room while she giggled happily admiring the bags of money in front of her. You kept your distance, enjoying the view sitting in the edge of one of the windows in the room. You chuckled softly.

"What?" She said looking at you with that wide smile of hers that made your heart skip a beat.

"People say you can't buy happiness, but you do seem happy with all that money" you told her grinning as you played with the knife in your hands.

"Well, money's fun" she said "but stealing it is way much better" she giggled.

"Yeah, true" you chuckled again, she loved to get in trouble and you knew it. She enjoyed the danger a little too much.

She sat on her pink sofa, her feet resting on the table in front of it as she glanced at you across the room.

"One thing's sure" she said "Money can't buy love"

You huffed.

"Oh, baby. I assure you it can, for the right amount you'll have anyone you want" you told her rolling your eyes.

"So… " she held the bag in her lap "will this be enough for you?" A teasing tone in her voice that you decided to ignore.

"I already have my part of the money, Harley" you looked outside the small apartment.

"Not what I meant, bunny" she laughed before getting up and walking close to you her face radiant as always with the colorful and shiny makeup that contrasted with her pale skin. Her presence close to you making you nervous and her blue eyes focused on you made your heart raced.

"I never know what you mean" you laughed trying hard to avoid her gaze. She took your knife on her hands and throw it to the wall. "Nice shot" you said proud of her skills. she was trying to win your attention, not that she needed to, if you were honest you had your eyes all the time on her every time she was around. The question was why.

"So are we not going to talk about the elephant in the room?" She said.

"I don't know what you mean, Quinn" you told her.

"Y/N, we've been together for a long time now" she told you calmly.

"Working together" you told her "what about it?" Your mind rushing to find what was it that she wanted. "And why are you suddenly so serious?"

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you" she said as she sat with you in the window. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "Listen, Y/N. I've been waiting to talk with you about this" she took your hands in hers, your body couldn't help to shiver under her touch .

"About what?"

"About us" she said, her sweet voice sending a wave of confusion in your head. "When I broke up with Mr. J… with that asshole I used to date" she corrected herself "I thought I will never, ever, ever, ever" she said shaking softly her head making her many necklaces ding and her pigtails move from side to side. "Ever, find someone to love again but then I met you, Y/N. It's not a secret but I wanted you to know that I'm in love with you" she said looking at your eyes, not a single sign of doubt, she was not faking this neither you have seen her lie and her face was way too different than this one.

You felt the weight of her words starting to spread over your body. Love was a big deal, one you didn't want to face, but inside you a part of you were screaming out of happiness but the other one was scare of the same thing.

"I think we should be… you know, together" Harley said to you, her gaze already wandering over you features for a reaction. The thing was that you were not a relationship type girl, always on the run, hiding in the shadows. You convinced yourself you didn't have time for it, didn't need a relationship… and yet you longed for one with her. She was perfect for your crazy world, with her scandalous personality and her inability to keep her mouth shut, fuck, you were so into her smile, her soft skin full of ink and the eyes that expressed many things. You loved the spontaneous of her way of living, her unique style and damn it, you loved when she used complexed phycology words… but your mind kept telling you not to, so you wouldn't get hurt again, not willing you to the pain of a heartbreak anymore.

"No" you said firmly, shaking her heads out of you. "I don't want this, Harley. I don't need this" you said, her face confused.

"But… cupcake" she murmured.

"Don't call me that, Harley!" you shouted, you grabbed your own bag lying on the floor and prepared your way out of the window, looking over your shoulder at a very concerned Harley before jumping off.

You walked through the dark streets without looking back. Mixed feelings washing over you, already regretting your words at Harley. You shouldn’t have run like a total coward, you shouldn’t have scream at her, it was just the fear in you telling you to do what you knew best: run and never come back.

The pictures of her smile and the sound of her laugh kept echoing in your memory, a big weight pressing your chest as you imagined a life without that woman. And cursed yourself for allowed yourself to catch feelings for her, for fell in love with every new heist you shared with her, but mostly for being this coward, it was time for you to face it, you loved Harley.

“Fuck” you murmured standing in the middle of the dark alley. Decidedly you turned around and ran back to the place you should have never leave. Your mind looking for a way to say it.

“Y/N!” she shouted at you when you arrived to her apartment and entered through the window as always. Her hands full of rings holding a rifle “I could have kill you!

“Sorry” you said once she got down her weapon.

“You’re back” Harley said.

“I’m an idiot” you said, your brain clearly not fully working and to be honest you weren’t the best with words. She looked at you as if she were analyzing your words. “And I’m a coward for running away for my feelings. Damn this is harder than I imagined” you sighed. Harley seemed to perceive the tension on your body and placed a hand on your shoulder giving you a soft comforting smile.

“It’s okay, you can tell me. No pressure here” she murmured in a professional serious way.

“Okay… I-I don’t know how to start.” you finally met her eyes “I avoid relationships all the time… because I don’t want to get hurt” you told her “And I think I was also afraid to admit that I love you, Harley.” You told her, a wide smile spread across her pale face while you could feel yours getting a bit pink.

“So you do!” she giggled. “I knew you liked me but after this night I wasn’t sure”

“Yeah, sorry about that” you giggled to “The thing is... I love you, I really do” you told her savoring the words in your mouth, they tasted strange but you were relieved to say them. “You stole my heart, Harley Quinn”

“I like stealing things” she said her lips forming a smirk “I think this is my favorite so far”

Suddenly you felt her hands cupping your face before pulling you into a kiss, you were surprised at first and the you allowed her to guide you, her soft lips moving slowly with yours.

“So… would you like to be, you know, my girlfriend?” you murmured when the kiss was over.

“Nothing would make me happier, cupcake!” she said with a sincere smile on her red lips.

#harley quinn x reader #harley x reader #harley quinzel #harley quinn #harley quinn request #harlene quinzel #birds of prey imagine #birds of prey #harley quinn imagine #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x y/n #i-write-sometimes-blog

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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The Crucible (part one)

[UK Tour]

not to be confused with the play The Crucible...this is yet another Carrie AU because i still have ideas, but i swear everything is wrote differently! and Kitty is the good guy (Sue) because Jodie!Howard would NEVER. okay, well, she’s a little mean at first, but she gets better!! also there is Katanna, which kills me to write, but i love imagining Anna as Tommy. and Jane is insane! so...enjoy!

oh also Hans Holbein is the principal lol

Word count: 7380

TW: The r-word is said once, blood, bullying

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-Hail of Stones-

“What can you tell me about Joan Seymour?”

Eighteen year old Katherine Howard leaned back in her chair, arms crossed firmly over her chest, eyes set on the detective in front of her. He was a grizzly man named James Mulaney, with wide shoulders, neatly combed brown hair, and hazel eyes. He looked at Katherine like he wanted to open up her brain and read through all her thoughts and memories.

“What do you want to know?”

“Was she a friend of yours?” Mulaney asked.

“Joan didn’t have friends.” Katherine answered without a beat.

Mulaney quirked a brow. “Really? When I was in school, even the losers had birds of a feather.”

Katherine scoffed at his assumptions and gazed down at the doughnut she had been given when she came in for questioning that morning. She scratched at crusted pieces of glaze with her pointer finger; the paint on the fingernail is vibrant pink and peeling. She had chewed off most of her nails during all the funerals that had filled the past two weeks.

“Joan wasn’t a loser,” She said. “She just didn’t belong.”

“And why is that?” Mulaney pressed.

“It’s not rocket science.” Katherine said. “We are talking about Joan Seymour.”

“Maybe she didn’t want to belong.”

“Everybody wants to belong,” Katherine said. Her dark amber eyes flickered as she lifted her head to stare at Mulaney. “Anybody who tells you they don’t is lying.”

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The early afternoon was glorious. Sunbeams glinted off dewdrops clinging to blades of emerald green grass and the sky was a clear bright blue for once, letting the sun rain down on the high school campus.

And that was exactly why Miss Aragon’s fourth period gym class was inside.

The sound of splashing echoed loudly throughout the indoor pool, the smell of chlorine thick in the air. Girls donned in black or blue or red one piece swimsuits and black swim caps were wrestling and romping in the water as they waited for the ball to be served so they could continue the game of water volleyball. Miss Aragon, clad in a yellow and black tracksuit and her usual shiny silver whistle, watched over them from the sides of the pool, eyes sharp and focused.

“Come on, ladies!” She shouted. “Let’s try to keep it in the air three times, alright?”

Katherine got into a defensive position, eyes narrowed into slits and hands out. Her sharp-tongued, gremlin-like older cousin, Anne Boleyn, got into the same stance at her side and flashed her a smirk before lunging up to hit the ball that flew over the net. Katherine copied her when it came back over, and this process repeated until a girl on the other side missed and the white ball landed in the water with a loud plop.

“Yeah!!” Anne cheered. She and Katherine locked hands and twirled around in the water, giggling. “We are graduating this year, Miss Ar-a-gon!!”

Katherine leaned her head back and saw Miss Aragon chuckling fondly at their antics. She signaled for the girls to get ready and Katherine and Anne parted, ready to get their team another point.

But they didn’t.

Because the ball was hit far and the girl who was supposed to be occupying the back space was standing at the edge of the pool, dry as can be, and staring dumbly at the ball that splashed below her.

All eyes turned to Joan Seymour, the frog amongst swans.

She was an undernourished, stunted mess of a human being. Lanky and gaunt, with a narrow chest, hollow cheeks, and sunken eyes that were so bright ice blue that they seemed to glow in the overhead light. Her limbs were too long for her thin body, while her body was too thin for her long limbs. She was pale, like she rarely ever went outside during the day and bathed in moonlight instead, and wiry platinum, almost white, blonde hair fell around her lean skull. The black swimsuit she wore did not compliment her frame very well, hugging tightly around pudgy thighs and forearms with tufts of brown pubic hair sticking out from the crotch area, and the lack of protection revealed dozens of cuts and bruises in various stages of healed to prying eyes. There was one in particular on her left shoulder that was crusted in bubbles of dried pus and blood; it made Katherine’s nose curl in disgust when she saw it.

Joan was only 15, Year 11 and two grades below Katherine, but Katherine had known her since Primary School. Everyone did. Everyone knew about Ol’ Prayin’ Joan and her crazy mother. And that made her a target for even the lowest of losers. There’s been years worth of teasing and messing around with this girl. School days full of pinching and tripping and knocking books over. Peanut butter smeared in too-light-to-be-natural hair when she was sleeping in Algebra and inappropriate notes slipped into her binders. Scorpions put into her shoes, thumbtacks poised on her chairs, lunches dumped over her head. Dozens of games created to see who could make Joan cry first or who could make Joan get down on her knees and pray to God or who could dunk Joan underwater the most at summer camp. Slurs and rude nicknames were tossed her way, worms were put in her food, and spit was spat on her as she passed by. People laughed when she presented, people begged the teacher to switch partners when they were put into a group with her, people destroyed her work so she would have nothing to turn in when she got to certain classes.

Everyone made fun of Joan Seymour, and if she knew this, she never did anything about it.

Joan lifted her head like an impeded cow and blinked slowly at Miss Aragon, who was frowning pitifully at her. She looked back down at the ball, then the water, and then she took a shuffling step backwards, hugging her arms tightly around herself.

“Do you think she’s retarded?” Maria de Salinas not-quite-whispered to Katherine and her friends. Her golden brown eyes were scrutinizing Joan with great distaste that she didn’t bother hiding on her face. At her side, bleach-haired Bessie Blount giggled softly. Katherine shrugged.

“I bet she is,” Impish Maggie Wyatt said, glancing back at Joan, who was slowly inching further and further away from the edge of the pool. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Does she never take that necklace off?” Bessie said, staring at the silver cross necklace coiled around Joan’s gangly neck.

“Doubt it,” Maria said.

“I bet she thinks she’ll die if she does,” Maggie tittered. “That God will strike her down if she does such a disgraceful thing!” And then she does a dramatic reenactment of what that would probably look like and the group burst into giggles. Miss Aragon glanced at them, eyebrows furrowed.

“Alright, let’s get Joan Seymour in the game.” Their coach announced, much to everyone’s dismay. But nobody looked more dismayed than Joan, who gave Miss Aragon a miserable, fearful look. Miss Aragon frowned at her again. “Sorry, honey. You can’t sit on the sidelines forever.”

Joan stared nervously down at the water, then glanced one last time up at Aragon. When she must have realized that she wasn’t getting out of this, she put on her swim cap and slowly eased herself into the pool, pulling her arms close to her chest and cringing at the temperature. The other girls watched her impatiently.

“Good,” Miss Aragon said, smiling at Joan proudly. “Joan, serve.”

The ball is tossed to the girl and she goggled at it with wide pale blue eyes. Tentatively, she picked it up and held it as if it were a fragile dragon egg.

“Yeah, Joan!” Anne suddenly cheered. “Go, Joan!”

Katherine and her friends glanced at her and then began to mimic her. Joan blinked at them in delight.

“Come on! Do it! Serve it!” Anne encouraged. “Throw it!”

Joan shook herself out, tossed the ball up, and hit it directly into the back of Katherine’s head.

“OW!!” Katherine yelled. She reached around to rub the back of her head and glowered at Joan as giggling exploded around her. “What the hell?” She snapped her head to her cousin. “Oh, hahaha! It’s so funny, Anne!”

Everyone in the pool was laughing, now. Joan watched them in silence for a moment before giggling softly, too, and smiling apologetically. She looked just like a stupidly oblivious bovine.

“You eat shit.” Anne said to her, throwing the ball to Maria.

Like that, Joan shut up. Her smile contorted into a frown in an instant and her eyes lost the slight glow they had before. She lowered her head and didn’t raise it for the rest of the class as she tried to sink into the background.

Katherine’s team ended up losing the game seven to sixteen because the other side kept hitting the ball to Joan, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hit it back or make it over the net. Everyone kept glaring at her and shooting barbed remarks her way each time she missed, and Aragon did her best to ward them off, but not even their coach could catch every insult hurled her way.

“‘Oh, I can’t serve the ball! I can’t serve the ball!’” Maggie cried woefully in an awful imitation of Joan’s voice. She whacked the top of Joan’s head with her knuckles as she waded by. “Serve the ball, stupid!”

Joan flinched back so hard she nearly submerged herself in the water. She backed against the pool’s rough edge, watching everyone climb out from the ladders like a plaintive calf waiting to be herded into the slaughterhouse. Anne wrinkled her nose at her, while Katherine rolled her eyes. The girl was so pitiful that it was just pathetic.

“Come on, Joan,” Miss Aragon said, peering down at the misfit child. There was something in her voice that gave the impression that she spent a lot of time managing this particular student. “Hit the showers.” She tilted her head at her, noticing creases of affliction on Joan’s face. “Is everything alright?”

“M-my stomach…” Joan whispered so quietly Miss Aragon almost didn’t hear her over the sound of chitchat and splashing water. “It hurts…”

Miss Aragon frowned. “I’m sorry, Joan.” She said. “You can go to the nurse after you get changed? I can write you a pass if you’d like.”

Joan shook her head, then slowly walked over to the ladder and squabbled out of the pool. She was shivering instantly from her lack of body fat, despite it being quite warm inside from all insulation, and awkwardly shuffled her way to the locker room.

Lavender and rose-scented steam billowed throughout the showers. White bars of soap were passed between hands and loud conversations were made over the sound of sputtering water from stall to stall. Wet swimsuits were peeled off and replaced with regular school clothes, jewelry, and expensive shoes. Girls pinched and poked one another playfully, but no one dared to touch the gangly, emaciated girl who stepped inside and looked around dumbly.

Joan passed everyone with a lowered head, not daring to look up as she hobbled her way to the showers. She shifted from foot to foot anxiously, white-knuckling a cream towel against her flat bosom. Prying eyes watched her with cruel interest.

A stall opened up and Joan slipped inside. She shed her tight bathing suit, dropping it onto the tile floor with a soggy blop. She grasped the faucet handle and cranked it until the shower head groaned and shot out a torrent of hot water.

Slicking her hands with white soap, Joan began to tentatively scrub her body clean of chlorine. She rubbed her palms down over her flat stomach, sensitive chest, and around her narrow neck. Her nails raked over her breasts; the nipples were dark and dull and warm. An uncomfortable shiver went down her spine when she scratched them. Mama said touching the body like this was wrong, and she could see why. It hurt to put too much pressure on them, like her breasts may burst like balloons if she pressed too hard.

Joan shook herself out, scattering droplets through the shower. She moved her hands down, caressing her waist and lower stomach, where an odd, uncomfortable pressure has built up. She prodded the area gently and winced when bolts of pain lanced through her. She shifted, hunching her shoulders in, and gritted her teeth until it passed.

But it didn’t. Not exactly. The sensation dulled, but she could still feel it churning in her lower belly. Joan frowned, cupping her hands over her abdomen and taking a few deep breaths. Then, slowly, she started cleaning herself again.

Down her stocky legs, over her knobby knees, and in between her flabby thighs. She shuddered, chewed fingernails brushing across her private region, and pulled her hand back quickly.

And saw that her fingers were red.

Joan stared with wide eyes. Red. Blood. On her fingers. Blood.

She extended her other hand and reached down, scooping out another fingerful, just to make sure…

And there it was. Blood. Even more. It was thick and globby and had clotted chunks in it. The smell was sickly sweet. Joan began to tremble.

Her blood. She was bleeding.

Beads of red bubbled out from pale pink vaginal lips like the early blooming of spring flowers. They squeezed free out of the wrinkled, pruned folds, drooling lazily down quivering thighs. Clouds of crimson billowed through the water when the streams hit the tile and ran into the next stall where, unbeknownst to Joan, Maggie was just finishing drying off.

Maggie noticed the river of bloody water with a jolt and reared back into the far corner of her stall. She wrinkled her nose in distaste and stood up on her tippy toes to peer into the neighboring shower compartment, where she saw Joan trembling, gasping, and staring down at her shaking hands, which were stained with blood.

Click, went the pieces in Maggie’s head, and a wicked smile curled on her lips.

Hopping over the reddened Rubicon, Maggie bounded out of the shower and to the locker room, where Katherine, Anne, and her other friends chatted over their prom plans in their bras and underwear. They paused and turned to Maggie when she skidded to a halt in front of them.

“Guys,” Maggie whispered, “Joan’s Aunt Flo is in town.”

The other girl’s eyes lit up.

“Really?” Katherine asked with great interest.

“Yes!” Maggie answered. “She’s, like, freaking out!”

“Oh my god!” Anne shouted in glee.

“Come on!” Maggie urged them.

In a herd of bras and underwear and towels and bobbing breasts, the entire class bustled into the shower area and surrounded the stall where the blood was coming from. There, they found Joan on her knees, gasping and wheezing and panting. Her weird pale eyes were wide and shiny and she was shaking so bad it looked like she was having a seizure. Clouds of blood ripple around her folded legs. Clots are caught in her bush of brown pubic hair and Bessie made a mock throwing up gesture. Joan looked up at all of them in shocked bewilderment.

“Got your period?” Maria called, peering into the stall. They were all standing up on their toes or on stools to peek into the stall.

Joan blinked rapidly, her breath hitching. She lifted her hands slowly, watching them drip blood, and then raised them to the spectators, making a strangled sound of distress. Katherine and Anne exchange looks.

“Uhhhnnnh?” Joan lowed wretchedly. She was like a confused cow calling for help.

She’s fifteen... Katherine was thinking. Surely she knows...

“Know what this is?” Anne asked, waggling a tampon in the air.

“She thinks it’s lipstick!” Bessie giggled. All of their minds flashed back to that story, when Bessie had told them she had walked in on Joan dabbing the tip of a tampon against her lips like she was applying gloss. Bessie said it had been the stupidest, funniest, but also most pitiful thing she had even seen before.

“Plug it up, bitch!” Anne hurled the tampon at Joan and it struck her in the head before falling into the bloody water accumulating throughout the stall. Joan flinched, but didn’t grab it. She just continued to shiver and hyperventilate and make choked, bovine noises. Frustration boiled in Katherine’s veins.

“It’s you period, you stupid cow!” Katherine shouted furiously. “You’re bleeding everywhere! Clean yourself up already!”

They expected Joan to scream, to cry, to gobble helpless pleas to God, but she didn’t. Joan just hunched in on herself and began to shake harder. She didn’t even clasp her hands together like she was praying or anything.

“PER-iod!”

It was impossible to discern who let out the first cry; Katherine thought it may have been Maggie, but it didn’t matter because once was enough.

Everyone began to join in.