#another dog? scream. a person? scream. a car? scream. a bird? scream. weird shadow? oh you wont believe this. scream.

[atohii]

neighbors handle your dog challenge (impossible)

[elsanna-shenanigans]

April Contest Submission #10: Green Like Flowers

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: mild angst

The train whistled as it left the station. A piercing scream, cutting through the dewy darkness of early morning. Birds, startled awake from their nightly slumber, took to the sky. Fleeing like their wings were on fire, up and away from branches that were all but safe a few moments before. Their small black bodies quickly lost to a sky that had not yet been kissed by an unforgiving sun.

The engine chugged, rhythmically turning large, cold steel wheels. Pulling both itself and its posy of railcars along with it. Quickly picking up speed, outside one of the windows; a dog ran alongside the tracks. His tongue hanging outside his large muzzle, flopping with each bounding leap. He ran on a well-worn path, a frequent activity. The further the train went, the more he fell behind until Elsa could no longer see him. So too did the path fade. Giving way to leaf-covered ground and sparse trees. The click-clack of the train melted into nothing, like the ocean waves when one lives by the sea.

Elsa Settled into her seat but dared not to rest. Her mind racing fasting then the landscape outside the window. The train was still mostly empty, many seats were vacant. She glanced around, taking everything in without fear of looking creepy. The floor was carpet tiles, frayed on every edge but free of at least large debris. The seats, two on each side of the aisle, were a worn blue fabric. Each headrest was adorned with stark white doctor’s table paper. Fluorescent lightbulbs of varying shades of white and yellow had been illuminating the narrow walkways, now dimmed. Allowing the high-backed seats to cast long shadows.

A few rows back an older man sat slouched in his seat, his fedora, which had seen better days, was pulled down to cover his eyes. The ghost of a beard was painted across a jaw held tight by clenched teeth. Next to him, an older woman sat, knitting with the speed of a youth long past. She was counting to herself or perhaps singing. Her thin lips moving in unison with dancing needles. So the yarn was tugged and so too the corners of her mouth.

In another row a small child was fast asleep, curled into his’s mother’s side. The woman’s head tilted back, mouth agape. She wore what looked to be a brand new hoodie, a large sports logo plastered across the chest. It wasn’t a team Elsa recognized, the child shifted slightly, and they too wore a matching hoodie.

Elsa turned back so she was facing forward once more.  She glanced out the smudged windows to see the faintest hint of light, peeking over the horizon. And she took a moment to marvel at the fact she had to travel North, then West, then South, then West again just to reach the opposite coast. All the years of human advancements and there still wasn’t a train that simply went East to West. Instead, it zig-zagged across rivers, over the plains, and through mountains.

A movement to her left caused her to turn. A man about her age sat restlessly in his seat. Large headphones completely engulfed his ears. One hand clutching a phone, the other gesturing wildly through the air - pointer finger and thumb fully extended with the remaining fingers ever so slightly curved inward. His voice was barely above a whisper, Elsa had to strain to hear the words which were choppy, loose, but forever moving forward like a rushing stream over stones.

Just then the door between cars slid open, spilling the outside in. Chains rattled, wind blew, the click-clack of the track demanded attention. And standing there, a young ember, sparking as intense eyes surveyed the nearly empty train car before settling on Elsa and finally flicking to the seat next to her. The door closed as if in agreement and the woman floated over. Two copper veins of braids framed a speckled face. She smiled and sat down without asking.

“I’m Anna,” she said, it wasn’t a comment or an introduction, it was a commanding statement. She was Anna and whoever she was, Elsa had no choice but to deal with the sudden intrusion.

“Elsa.” She replied, trying to match the other’s tone.

This earned a nod from Anna, her head tipping back, chin raised for a brief moment before landing in neutral again. Silence settled like a heavy fog. Elsa was never good at small talk. Through the defining silence, she heard the ticking of knitting needles and soft rap lyrics start again. Nothing from the mother or child, this new woman’s entrance had not been enough to wake them from slumber.

“Where are you headed?” Anna asked, keeping her voice low.

“San Francisco,” Elsa replied, trying to ignore how much the woman’s eyes stabbed right through her.

“Oh what?!?” she paused to take a breath and bring her volume back down. “I’m going there too, maybe we can be train buddies!”

And suddenly the flames that protected the young woman from the outside world parted and Elsa saw, not a commanding bitch of a woman, but an innocence - a kindness that she hadn’t seen in a person in a long time.

“Buddies,” Elsa repeated slowly as if tasting the word for the first time.

This earned another smile from Anna, who had either not noticed Elsa’s lack of enthusiasm or chose to ignore it.

“Well it’s what like, 15 days to get from here,” she pointed beyond Elsa to the series of trees whipping past the window. “Aaaall the way over to there. So I think, it would be nice to have someone to talk to, have meals with, maybe exchange playlists…”

“I mean I don’t know,” she pulled her arms in like pulling a trenchcoat closed. She dared not to let the demons out nor let any new evil in. She hated meeting new people, hated that period of time when stupid questions are asked. Hated, even more, when the friendship was temporary, formed for convenience rather than growth. Why spend all that time putting cereal in a bowl piece by price only to find out theres no milk.

Elsa was not yet old in the traditional sense, but she had lived many lifetimes. Broken enough hearts and had enough hearts be broken, both from love and friendship, to waste even more hourglass sand on the freckled book in the seat next to hers.

“No offense but I don’t really know you.”

Anna laughed, a full-bellied laugh that had her eye squeezed shut and her head tipped back against the paper covering the headrest. Elsa felt her face start to numb and fought the urge to bounce her leg. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she turned her head to study the trees.

“We can be train buddies while we get to know each other. Like, we might as well anyway, seeing as we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other anyways.”

Elsa didn’t turn her head, “It is a long train.”  

“Yes and no, the length? Sure. But there’s the cargo cars, the sleeper cars, the dining cars, the private cars, and THEN there’s the passenger cars like this one. Sooo I think I’m gucci when I say; we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Gucci?” Elsa turned, pulled by the odd choice of word. She was met with yet another smile from her unwanted companion and she regretted turning at all.

“Yeah you know, ‘it’s gucci’ or ‘it’s all good’ same thing.” Anna shrugged but otherwise didn’t move, oblivious to Elsa’s inner turmoil and discomfort, instead, she used this as an opening. Like a racer who finally found a way to pass the leader.

“So, let’s just get all the weird basic stuff out of the way. I’m Anna like I said. I’m from Tennessee, born there, lived there, and went to school there. My favorite color is green. I don’t have any pets or siblings. My parents are divorced but they kinda get along. And I fly drones and do photos for realtors. In my spare time, I like watching movies and pretending to read.”

Behind them, the child resting against his mother stirred, his muffed words, likely exaggerated, were somehow loud enough to be heard over everything else. When his mother didn’t respond, he yawned louder till she awoke will a start. Immediately the child leapt up and took off running towards the door Anna came through. Elsa feared he would open it but he waited, bouncing on his heels till his mother, groggy with sleep and not yet aware of the world, shuffled over. Together they disappeared through the door.

“Aaaand you?” Anna asked. Elsa sighed, the reprieve caused by the commotion had ended and she found herself backed into a corner. She had to at least give some answer or she feared the girl would never leave.

“I’m Elsa, I am from the East Coast. I have a master’s degree. I enjoy the color blue.”

  A few beats passed, the train clicking along the tracks. The sun was higher now, its warm beams reaching out at greedy fingers, casting golden whispers within the other girl’s braids.

“Wait, that’s it?”

“Yes.”

“I told you so much more. Are you one of the people who can’t open up and I have to ask a bunch of questions to get them to talk?”

Elsa flinched, she was one of those people. But she didn’t like being called out so directly like that.

Anna smirked, catching the flinch. “I’ll make it less of an interrogation and more of an exchange, so it’s not so scary, alright?”

Elsa nodded, it was actually a good solution to this trap she was in, as much as it pained her to admit that.

“I’m moving to San Francisco or the outskirts at least. What about you?”

“More or less, the same.”

“I have a job lined up with a big real estate firm downtown, I start at the end of the month. And you?”

“At the end of the month, I will be starting my job as well.”

Anna sighed and shifted in her seat, readying a new approach like a hunter with a spear. “So why the train?”

Elsa felt her face redden and she mumbled a quick “I just felt like it.”

And in the spear went, embedded deep within. Its jagged backwards teeth holding it in place. It wasn’t a good answer. It was a very bad answer, one that said too much without saying much at all.

“Oh come on, that’s not an answer!” Anna waited a beat for Elsa to answer before pressing further. “So I’ll ask again, why the train? And this time, no mumbling,  I need you to say it… out loud.”

Elsa exhaled through her nose. And opened her mouth to speak before closing it again. She was at the crossroads of telling a stranger a lie or speaking the truth into existence for the first time. Giving a name to the shadow of guilt that hung over her, maybe it would let go and take with it this spear. Maybe still the light that so gently clung, in a smooth loving caress to Anna’s skin would, if only for a moment, grant her one kiss of its warmth. And so she chose the path, and took a deep breath, and pushed forward.

“I left my husband at the altar. I packed as much as I could into a few pieces of luggage, and hopped on the first train headed west.”

For once, since their meeting, Anna was quiet and Elsa suddenly felt the need to fill the silence.

“I left him my car and anything I didn’t pack, like the dog and my piano. I quit my pointless job as an actuarial analyst via email right before I boarded the train.”

Anna exhaled loudly and blinked purposely a few times before speaking, “You.. wow. Just left everything behind huh?”

“I wanted to get out of town quickly. I couldn’t breathe.” Elsa tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“So you chose probably the slowest mode of transportation to go across the entire country, just because you ‘felt like it’?”

“I figured it would be a fun adventure and give me time to think.”

Anna laughed, “You mean to brood?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Come on Elsa, you weren’t seriously going to mope and look dramatically out the window for 2 weeks were you?”

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess not.”

“Meaning, yes Anna I was but you called me out on it and now I don’t know what to say. Right?”

Elsa made a face, she had known this woman for less than an hour and she was already so far in her head that Elsa might as well charge her rent. But saying her, what she now saw as reckless and impulsive plan, out loud was freeing.

She felt warmth on the back of her neck and turned back to the window to see the sunlight set fire to a field of corn. Brown wispy tops of long green stocks danced in waves, long endless rows bent and swayed. A lone tree in the middle of the field broke the pattern, the stalks that had come to worship at its feet paid the price for being in the shade. They were shorter and more sparse, yet the further from the tree, the more they grew. The further away from the city, the train went, the more Elsa felt like those corn stalks away from the tree.

  +++

The dining car was busier, packed full of life and people. All of whom were in various states of dress. Some sporting loose-fitting sweats, wiping sleep from their eyes. Others in formal business attire, already on their third cup of coffee and 7th morning briefing. The clicking of their keyboards and monotone voices of video calls faded into the conglomerate of sounds contained in the frankly small space.

“Can I get you ladies anything this morning?” a younger woman in uniform asked, she placed two small, single-page menus in front of Elsa and Anna, who each sat on opposite sides of a small booth.

“A coffee and some toast, please.” Elsa handed the menu back, she hadn’t bothered looking, it was a simple basic order that she never struggled to find anywhere she went.

“Umm,” Anna on the other hand was scanning the menu up and down, trying to decide. “Orange juice and a coffee and a bagel with butter instead of cream cheese. Please!” the woman smiled and took her menu, continuing down the row.

It wasn’t long before the food and drinks arrived. Elsa put one sugar in her coffee and sipped it slowly. Outside the large, clean, windows of the dining car, there were vast sprawling fields. It had been only a few days since Anna became her companion and nearly that entire time, the train had seemed to be continually chugging through the same boring field. So much for seeing the country.

Anna dumped several packets of sugar and a few creams into her coffee before taking a large swig and chasing the hot liquid with orange juice. She made a face and busied herself with her bagel.

This is how their mornings went, and it was a comfortable enough routine.

+++

“So listen,” Anna said. They were back in their seats in the passenger car. “The next stop is going to be a long one, apparently there’s a delay further up the tracks and they’re holding us at this next station for a few hours.”

“Yes, I know this. I heard the announcement too.” Elsa mused

“Yeah ok but listen, they said 4 plus hours right? So I googled things around there and I found this!” she handed Elsa her phone, on it was a photo of a waterfall with text below that mentioned a hiking trail.

“I don’t hike, plus I don’t think we have time anyway.” “We wouldn’t BUT! This,” she jabbed the phone screen. “Is a 10-minute walk from the station. See it’s part of a hiking trail but the station itself is a rest stop for the trail. So we’re going.”

There was that commanding presence coming out again. If the waterfall was so close to the station itself, Anna did have a point. So Elsa agreed.

An hour or so later they were stepping off the train onto a dusty brick platform. To call this a station was being generous. There was a small building, which contained two single restrooms, and one vending machine that looked like it hadn’t been serviced in years.

A soft hand grabbed Elsa’s forearm and she found herself being pulled away from the building and towards the beaten path to the waterfall.

+++

“You know, when I left home. No one checked on me. No one text or calls. Not even from my would-be husband.”

“Not text or even a Facebook message?”

“Nope.” Elsa left out a sigh. “I’m not surprised honestly. People say I’m difficult to get to know. At the wedding, the bride’s side was nearly empty. The few people over there just sat there because the groom’s side was full and they wanted a better view.”

Anna picked up a small pebble and tossed it into the stream, it made a soft plop sound before sinking below the surface. “Why did you guys want to get married then?”

“Well,” Elsa chewed on her lower lip for a moment before answering. “When you’re in business people expect things from you. It’s incredibly outdated and sexist too. But you’re expected to have a wife or a husband, expected to have children, expected to own a home, or at least rent somewhere nice. Have a good, clean car, new tech, nice clothes. All those things.”

She paused to copy Anna’s move with the pebble but missed the water completely, the small stone disappearing somewhere in the woods.

“We met at a company gathering and didn’t hate each other. Our drinks were the same, we watched the same evening news, had the same mild interest in the local sports team. It was enough to bolster a conversation. We started dating a few weeks later.”

“What about the wedding?”

Elsa laughed or at least made a sound that was like a laugh. “We had been dating for 2 years. And when I saying dating, I mean we were each other’s plus one to events, and we had dinner together at the nice restaurants. He was up for a promotion, asked if I wanted to get married and I agreed.”

“Wait what, he didn’t romantically propose?”

“No, we were never really intimate. A kiss here and there, maybe a night over to relieve stress. But if I’m honest, we spent most of our time apart and doing our own thing.”

Anna picked up a stick and picked at the bark, her brows pulled together and the ghost of a frown on her face.

“Did you love him?” she asked quietly

Elsa didn’t answer right away, choosing instead to turn her attention to the waterfall. Finally, after a few long minutes of silence, she answered. “No. No, I didn’t love him. And I would bet everything I own that he didn’t love me either.”

This time Anna sighed and scooted closer to Elsa. “You deserve to be loved, Elsa.”

“I’m not sure I even know what love is.”

Anna stood and walked in front of her field of view. Hands on her hips. “Sure you do!”

Elsa responded by standing and making a face.

“Elsa love isn’t a contract, it’s not a business proposal. It’s work and it’s hard but it also good and warm. Love is telling someone about your day and them listening and offering advice. Love is watching a movie together and laughing at the stupid parts. Love is holding someone while they’re sick and telling them dumb jokes to make them feel better. Love is a lot of things, but what love isn’t is convenient.”

“He was very convenient…”

“But was he love?”

“No.”

Anna reached out and took Elsa’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s okay, you know? You’re going to be okay. Fresh coast, fresh start.”

“Fresh coast, fresh start?” Elsa repeated, confused.

“Yeah, you’re moving to the West Coast, fresh coast, to start anew, fresh start.”

“Fresh coast, fresh start.” Elsa said again, “You know what, I like that.”

Anna beamed and that warm feeling prickled on the back of Elsa’s neck again.

+++

“So we have the colors all picked out, purple and green. And my dress is white but it’s ever so slightly green like it will catch the light, it’s so pretty.” Anna said. They were back in the dining car, having just finished dinner. About a week had passed since the waterfall adventure and train was rolling again. This time outside the window the fields were broken by large rocks and streams. Anna had her phone out, swiping through photos of her wedding prep.

“You sound excited,” Elsa commented, taking a sip of wine.

“Oh, I am! It’s going to be a lot of fun…” Anna looked up suddenly and stared right at Elsa. “You should come!”

“You don’t have to invite me.”

“Oh please, we’re like practically sisters at this point. Like I know what brand of tampon you used and I know that you snore when you sleep.”

“That’s… that’s a weird thing to know.”

“Elsa, everyone snores, pay attention, I’m forwarding you the rsvp so you can fill out what type of food you want.”

Elsa had to smile as she pulled out her phone to answer the email. “What a strange trip this has been. One day I’m running from my own wedding, and now I’m getting invited to a stranger’s.”

“Not a stranger, a friend,” Anna added, smiling warmly.

“A friend,” Elsa repeated, genuinely returning Annan’s smile.

“You know I was just sitting in the dining car, having a coffee and playing a pointless game on my phone. When I suddenly just felt this pull to leave. And I followed it blindly till I saw you. Then it’s like everything clicked. I think we were meant to find each other.”

Elsa was quiet for some time, considering this. Anna had swooped into her field of vision and hadn’t left since. And for once she didn’t mind the company. That warm feeling was back and with it, Elsa found herself agreeing. “I think we were meant to find each other too.”

+++

In the morning they would be arriving in San Francisco and would be going their separate ways. It was likely they wouldn’t see each other again. Sure, they had exchanged numbers - but in a city of 3 million people, it was easy to lose a single soul.

She didn’t want to lose Anna though. This blaze of a woman who dared to knock down Elsa’s walls with a bulldozer. She had never really had a close friend, and as Anna, asleep on her shoulder, stirred in response to a dream - Elsa couldn’t help but wonder if this is what it felt like to be loved.

Anna shifted, reaching out her hand, searching for something. Fingers moved with a purpose, slowly curling and uncurling until their ship reached the harbor. And she wrapped them around Elsa’s hand, holding firmly, as if she was once again reading Elsa’s mind and was too, afraid to let her go.

Elsa decided then and there, that this time would be different. This time she wouldn’t close the door on someone. She gave Anna’s hand a slight squeeze, causing Anna to nestle into the old woman’s neck.

Elsa turned to watch the lights from the city fade into the darkness of the desert. Her neck was warm and this time it traveled down and warmed her whole body. She ran a thumb over Anna’s hand and smiled.

[madd-devil]

The Dimensions War

Chapter 3: Moments After

Author Note: Another part, yay!

“I don’t fucking care if you hurt people on the way but I order you all to search for your king, now!” Naomie roared in the throne room, still in her wedding dress, stained with a bit of her blood. “I don’t care if you’re hurt, sleepily, hungry, thirsty, you need to find him!”

The demons in the room bowed before running in different directions. Michael stood in front of her. “I will take the ship my queen and search in their galaxy.” He said to her. “She didn’t say where exactly she sent him.” “Yes, I trust you Michael. Go find him.” She replied in a tired voice. Once everybody were out of the throne room, she let herself sink on her throne, tears started to pour from her eyes. Angela entered, a frown on her face. She walked toward her soul sister and hugged her tightly. “Why does it always happen to me?” The devil asked, sobbing. “Why can’t I be happy? Why can’t we be happy?” “I don’t know, sister, but I promise you we will find him and beat Evrelata. She needs to be stopped.” The angel said. “The deities told me that she already has attacked some dimensions and worlds. They sent their armies, as well as their sons and daughters but I fear we had to form our own army to beat her.” She explained. “Why do you mean?” “I mean that we have to search soldiers and allies.” She smiled, cupping her sister’s cheeks. “You need to go and travel through the dimensions to find them.” “I don’t want to!” Naomie screamed. “I need to find Felix first!” “You seem to forget that he is a god and that he can’t die! He knows how to survive on his own, he’s strong. You shouldn’t worry about him.” Angela soothed. The younger girl grimaced before nodding, reluctantly. She stood up and Angela watched as she disappeared in a corridor. The woman then sighed and decided it was better to leave and she had to tell them that their first part of their plan had succeeded.

 Angela went out from the castle and flew until she reached a mountain. She waited for a few minutes before Ares and Athena appeared, in their golden armours. Athena looked rather sad but determined, just like Ares, but the muscular man looked also very excited. “So?” the god asked. “She agreed. I think she is going to leave tonight but I don’t know if she will take the Horsemen and her army with her.” Angela resumed. “Perfect.” Athena said. “We must be careful with her and with our way of speaking. We don’t want her to turn fully wicked.” “What do you mean?” The angel questioned. “What are you talking about, Athena?” “Listen, Angela, we can not tell you anything about that, not now anyway.” Ares added. “We have a war to organise and enemies to fight and conquer!” He boomed, his axe in the air. Athena smiled, seeing her old friend, brother and rival in a such mood. But she clearly knew that what she had slipped while talking to the soul sister of the devil had made her curious. “Angela, you must return to Heaven Land, to prepare yourself to defend a world.” The goddess of war and wisdom said. The angel stretched her white and light pink wings then flew like a rocket in the sky.

 The Horsemen looked as their leader was preparing her bag for her trip. She was wearing a black and silver armour with dragons and skulls on it as well as other old symbols. She tied her hair in a ponytail and the four friends could see that she had cried before they had joined her in their bedroom. “So, do you want us to come with you?” Ethan asked gently. “No.” “Okay… Then, do we have your authorisation to rule Hells while you are away?” “Yes, you guys got it. I will take the astral phone to contact you if I need help or if you guys have a problem.” She mumbled in a whisper. “Of course, my queen.” Pablo replied, while bowing, just like the three others. She watched as they all put a knee on the floor and once again she broke up. She started to sob, shaking so hard that she fell on the parquet. She was soon hugged by her friends and a hell hound who jumped from the shadows when he heard his owner’s cry. The dog whined until he could put his head on the girl’s thigh. “I’m fine, I’m fine…” She repeated. She just had lost the person she loved the most, thanks to a pink lover woman who hated the Assembly and who is jealous of them because of their powers. She wiped her eyes before blowing her nose with a handkerchief that Tom gave her. He also told her that she could keep it and gave her a small pocket box of tissues that she could put in her pack bag. “I don’t know how much time I will be out there, I will try to call once a week.” “You will be okay?” Sonny asked. “I’m the goddess of death, destruction, revenge, chaos and destruction, ruler of Hells, wife of a god and protector of the Assassin’s brotherhood. I fought in many wars and won them all, crushed and killed my enemies. Of course I’ll be fine.” She stated with a dark resolute look.

  Felix woke up, gasping for air. He was still in his wedding suit, his weapons were near him and he was in a forest, near a strange and familiar well. The tall boy stood up, looking around, realising that he was back in his dimension, in his world, in the exact place he had died some time ago. He shook his head, trying to erase this horrible memory he had of his lover best friend, taking his heart out and crushing it in the well. Felix was still bitter about that and was glad that he didn’t had to face Pan once he was in Hells. The boy sighed, trying to remember which path leaded to the small town of the Maine, where he was imprisoned and killed. His weapons disappeared in a puff of grey light and he straighten his sleeves before stepping in the woods.

 He arrived to a road minutes later and he simply decided to follow it. He wondered if Hook or Rumpelstiltskin will recognize him. Or if the prince of so charming will to. And what about Henry, the boy Pan wanted the heart from? The one who was supposed to help Pan? Felix rolled his eyes. Help. What a way to say it. The truth was Pan fooled everyone, including his own lost boys and his right hand man. But Felix wasn’t going to mourn his relationship or even the person, he was happier now. No more training to death, no more crazy plans. No more Pan. Sure, he missed Neverland and his friends but in Hells, it was better. He had a comfy castle, a kingdom he shared with the most amazing and stunning girl he had ever met. He smiled, thinking of her, wondering if he will see her again. He still hadn’t mastered how to create a portal, he had tried many times and few were a success.

 Suddenly, he heard chirps. He turned his head to the right and saw a little bird, a blackbird, probably injured, on the side of the road. Felix trotted toward it and took it carefully in his hands. The bird started to chirp harder, trying to fly, but his left wing seemed broken. “I’m a friend, I will not hurt you.” Felix softly said. The bird stopped making noise and looked at this giant human. Usually he didn’t understand them but him, he could. “I can hear you talk, I’m the god of nature and protector of animals.” This human was clearly different from the others. He put his hand on his wounded wing and a grey light started to emanate from his hand! The blackbird started to feel warm and fuzzy. Then, in a blink of a eye, his wing was healed! He looked once again at the human, who held his hand high, as if he wanted him to fly away. But the small animal had other plans… Instead of doing what any bird would, he flew around the boy and put himself on his shoulder. “Oh, so you want to stay with me?” The blackbird nodded to agree. The human sighed. “Okay then, let’s go.” And they walked and walked until they reach a town with busy people and cars rolling on the road. Felix recognised the tall and red tower with the clock. He went on the sidewalk and of course, he could hear people talking about him, this weird teenager in a wedding suit with a bird on his shoulder. But nobody seemed to remember him yet. He wondered where the heroes could be at. He snickered. Heroes. He did more noble things than them these last years. The bird told him that he knew a nice and pretty lady with short black hair who taught the children in a school and that he knew where she lived. Felix thanked him before asking him to lead him to her. The bird happily chirped before flapping in the air and leading the boy to the house or rather flat of Snow White.

 The teenager didn’t know how they were going to react. They will probably attack before asking questions and he didn’t want to fight. He was tired, sad and started to be hungry and he had to explain why he was here and why he was alive and he wasn’t in the mood to do it but he knew he was going to be forced. He arrived in front of the door and he could hear them chatting and laughing. He sighed again and told the bird that he could be back on his shoulder. He knocked on the door and then, everything was silent. The door opened, revealing Charming, who looked quite shocked seeing him. So, he remembered him. “Hello, before you decide to scream at your friends and you all start to fight me, can I come in, sat and relate what happened to me after Pan killed me and used my heart for his spell?” He asked, the bird looking at both of them. Charming stared at him for a few seconds, before opening the door widely and he tilted his head to indicate that the former lost boy was invited to enter. The latter smiled and nodded in his direction. When he stepped inside, he could feel the stares of the family of heroes on him and he stared back. Henry grew up, Hook looked surprised, the Evil Queen seemed to want to destroy him with her look, Snow White and Emma were quiet. “Fe… Felix?” Hook asked, eyes wide. “Yeah, that’s me. Seems like you didn’t forget me.” “What are we waiting for?!” Regina screamed, a fireball appearing in her hands. “We need to kill him now! He’s going to hurt Henry!” “I don’t think he is here for that, Regina.” Prince Charming intervened. “But if he’s here and alive, that means Pan is too!” Snow said. “Wait Pan is dead?” Felix asked, surprised. “He didn’t success? So my heart was useless?” “Sorry, but yes that’s true. Rumpelstiltskin killed him.” Emma replied, bitterly. “Why are you dressing like you’re marrying someone?” Hook finally questioned. Felix turned to him. “Oh, I married someone but let’s say we had an uninvited guest and she kinda sent me back here, which is against the rules of the Assembly and of Hells but she doesn’t really cares about that, I guess.” Felix told them. Snow White looked at him with a compassionate look and stood up, letting him her seat. She walked up to him and smiled at the boy. “I believe you said you wanted to explain why you were here?” “So, you want me to start from the beginning?” Felix asked, while sitting on the chair. The bird went on the table, looking around curiously. “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.” Regina said, crossing her arms. “It’s a crazy story.” Felix mumbled. “When I “died”, I went to Hells, a place where all souls come when they leave their bodies. And I was given a salvation, the opportunity to live again but as a demon. So I accepted and became a demon. I worked for the Devil, went on a missions with her, fell in love, ending up being a god, discovered by godly powers and a bunch of insane things happened to us… Fighting to save the dimensions, having to save the Assembly, working with the brotherhood… And then, we decided to marry and I became “officially” a god, part of the Assembly, and this woman, Evrelata…” He spat the woman’s name with such hate. “She just came in, destroyed everything me and my wife built before sending me there…” “Wait, wait, wait you are a god?!” Hook screamed. “Yeah.” Felix replied, the blackbird chirping happily when he caressed his feathers. “God of nature, protector of the animals and the lost, king of Hells and god of the Assembly.” “So this woman, Evrelata… She sent you back here… But why?” Emma asked him. “I don’t know. But Zeus told us that she was jealous of their powers and that she was imprisoned for a long time on a planet. I don’t know more, sorry.” Hook let appear a small smile while hearing the name of the Greek god of thunder. 

Charming looked at Felix, hoping that they could help the poor boy to regain his home and to be reunited with his wife. He knew what the teenager was feeling and experiencing. He knew that too well.   “It’s okay.” Snow White said, putting her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “I guess you could stay here with us, until we find a way to send you back to where you live.” “What?! You want this little murderer to stay with us?” Regina cried, walking swiftly toward the table. “Snow, he tried to kill Henry! He tried to kill us all!” “He actually didn’t tried to do or didn’t attend to do so.” The other boy declared, facing his adoptive mother. “He was doing what he thought was right. And I don’t think he knew Pan was going to murder him.” Felix glanced at Henry, astonished by his intervention. Emma stood up. “Well it’s settled. Felix is going to stay with us, I will prepare the guest room.” The blonde haired woman climbed the stairs, Hook going with her. Regina groaned and went in the kitchen. Snow White and Charming quickly followed her, most likely to have a discussion with her, probably about him.

 Henry observed the bird, who was cooing. “What’s his name?” He asked. The blackbird peeped. “Quickblack.” Felix answered, eye brow raised. “That is a strange name, my friend but it fits you well.” “You can talk to birds?!” Henry exclaimed, eyes full of stars. “Yeah and to the other animals too. What can you expect from the god of animals?” “It’s cool!” The room fell silent. Felix sighed and turned to look at Henry. “I’m sorry.” He said to the boy. Henry’s brows furrowed. “For what?” The other one asked. “For trying to murder you, when I was serving Pan.” “You didn’t tried to kill me. You were just following Pan’s orders.” “I was a fool for not questioning myself… To not rebel against him.” “Were you afraid of him?” Henry questioned. “No… Well, I guess I kinda was but I was more grateful that he took me away from my home and gave me a life.” Felix said, looking at the bird and stroking him. “And love I needed at that time…” He whispered. Henry observed the former lost boy for a while before asking, discreetly: “Did you love him?” Felix nodded hurriedly, scarred that Henry might be deranged by his previous relationship. But the boy was looking at him, with a compassionate look. “I’m sorry for what he did to you… You didn’t deserved this.” He murmured. “Oh don’t be. I met new friends, I’m a god and a king and I’m the husband of a goddess!” He smirked. “And I’m more than ready to beat Evrelata and to come back home. To come back to her.”

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STEREK FIC REC POST

 500 twitter followers on my @getsterekt twitter account! thanks so much guys. here is another fic rec post in honor of u guys.

(fics marked with * are personal faves)

!!!!Before reading any fics PLEASE make sure you take note of the warnings and tags! as some of these fics may include triggering content to certain readers!!!!

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i will not give you up this time by stxrxk

  Derek Hale was hard lines and rough skin.

WORDS: 304

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

to fall in deep by decideophobia

  “the guy i fucked last night woke up this morning, disoriented and looked at me, and said “oh, you’re hot.” and went back to sleep.”

WORDS: 618

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Gen

WARNINGS: none

They would have loved you by Bellakitse

Stiles finds an old camera in the Hale house, he decides he’s going to find a way to give a little bit of Derek’s family back to him.

…..

“He has nothing left from his family, Peter doesn’t count. No pictures, everything that belonged to them burned, I-I wouldn’t know how to deal if I could never see mom’s face again, we have pictures and family videos and he just doesn’t, I want to try to give something back to him,” Stiles looks up at his dad, embarrassed by his confession.

WORDS: 1282

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

TLC by  KARIN848

Alternate title: Derek Hale Deserves to Be Loved. Almost 1500 words of self indulgent Derek being cared for by Stiles after fight. Derek Hale deserves to be told that he is loved and he deserves good things. Stiles endeavors to prove that Derek is worthy of his pack and worthy of love.

WORDS: 1396

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Brad The Douchebag Ex by LadyDrace 

Stiles and Derek bump into Stiles’ shitty ex while Christmas shopping. Derek isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but when Stiles grabs his hand, he just kinda rolls with it.

WORDS: 1436

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: douchebag ex

**Hey, Babe. by Areiton

It doesn’t happen every time they’re out. But it happens. Enough that he stops thinking it’s strange.

WORDS: 1571

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: not rated

WARNINGS: none

here, in the light of day by yodasyoyo

“Go to sleep Stiles,” he mumbles.

Sleep.

Sleep?

They are naked, like, completely naked. As in Stiles’ naked dick is now pressed right up against Derek’s naked thigh. Sleep? Stiles may be exhausted and hungover, but sleep is impossible.

WORDS: 1997

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

The Well Deserved Day of Derek Hale by mackietommo

Derek doesn’t remember the last time he got a good day.

WORDS: 2066

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

WORDS: 2182

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Money Honey by paintedrecs

Derek’s a moderately well off businessman who has a soft heart, a rapidly emptying wallet, and a serious problem with dogs, panhandlers, and life in general.

Until Stiles comes along.

WORDS: 2845

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Five Times Derek and Stiles Wanted the Same Book (And One Time There Were Two Copies) by mikkimouse

“Hey!” Stiles yanked the book back, but the other guy had a firm grip on it. “What are you–”

He trailed off when he set eyes on the leather-clad god with a glare that could strip paint off a car who also had hold of the book.

Stiles gulped, but he didn’t let go. “Hey, dude, I had it first.”

Those powerful black eyebrows bent down further. “Like hell you did.”

WORDS: 2896

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

I’m so in love with you. by beautyinstarlight

When Stiles first says I love you to Derek, it’s a completely ordinary day in their new lives. They aren’t even dating…

Or: The story of when Stiles and Derek both said I love you and beyond.

WORDS: 3510

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Homing Mechanisms by SmallBirds

Magnetoreception: The sense which allows an organism to detect a magnetic field to perceive direction, altitude or location. How birds find their way home.

–

Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after four years at Stanford, only to find out that Derek has moved back into town. He brings him a housewarming gift. Derek makes food. Things escalate from there.

WORDS: 3741

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: none

Operation Rescue Sourwolf by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

Derek Hale will not be accused of another crime he didn’t commit. Not on Stiles’ watch.

(What really happened when Stiles used his position as FBI Intern to save Derek’s life.)

WORDS: 4221

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: violence

When Your Teachers Have No Chill by giantteenwolforgy

Derek’s not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be.

WORDS: 4314

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: none

How to Pretend You’re Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales by KuriKuri

Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.

Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.

Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.

(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)

WORDS: 5347

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Notches in Your Spine by whiskey_in_tea

Stiles is the one who finds them in the first place, Derek’s college applications.

(this fic is restricted so you will need an ao3 account to be able to read it)

WORDS: 8741

CHAPTERS: 3/3

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: none

The Truth Is by BulletBlaze

  “Well, you should get going then-” “You could come around some time-” A pause. “Wait, what?” A blush bloomed across Derek’s cheeks, barely visible over the top of his beard. He shrugged again. “If you wanted to. You could stop by while I’m fixing it up. Help me with some things. If you wanted to.” “You already said that,” Stiles, the idiot, mumbled in disbelief. Derek’s blush grew a shade darker.

WORDS: 8851

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: sheriff has a heart attack

put ‘em together and what have you got? by yodasyoyo

“Oh, bibbidi bobbidi fuck you.”

Unsurprisingly, Stiles’ fairy godmother is a menace.

WORDS: 11,162

CHAPTERS: 2/2

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Keeping Tabs by Cousin Shelley (CousinShelley)

After Erica’s death at the hands of the alphas, Stiles wants to be there for Derek, but Derek just wants to be alone. In the process of waiting him out, Stiles comes up with a plan to stay a step ahead of the alpha pack, and ends up spending lots of quality time with Cora and Peter.

WORDS: 12,896

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

trusting wolves by ourdreamsunfold

In the midst of a werewolf war against the alphas, the Sheriff learns that in a pack, loyalty is earned. And his son works hard enough to earn trust for both him and Derek, and all of their friends. Especially when the pack won’t even admit to liking each other most of the time. The kids are all a work in progress, and the Sheriff is lucky to be there for them. Werewolves and all.

WORDS: 13,572

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

*borders and horizon lines by magneticwave

“Let me do this nice thing for you, Derek, no strings attached,” said nobody ever.

WORDS: 14,833

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

*Help Wanted by Jebiwonkenobi

Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.

WORDS: 15,593

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Can I Keep You? by wearing_tearing

After practically being raised watching Buffy, The X-Files, and Ghostbusters, Stiles liked to think his reaction to seeing a shimmery shadow resembling a seventeen year old boy floating ten inches above ground and glaring fiercely at him wouldn’t be to let out a high pitch scream, try to karate chop him, and then, when that obviously didn’t work, throw a basketball at him.

A basketball that just went right through the boy’s stomach.

or, the Sterek Casper AU.

WORDS: 16,005

CHAPTERS: 6/6

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

WORDS: 16,080

CHAPTERS: 6/6

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. –

Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

WORDS: 16,580

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: ptsd (both stiles and derek)

We’ll be Better Around the Second Time by Cantabo

It’s been months. Months of fading contact with the pack. Months of the silent treatment from his father. Months of nothing but himself and the occasional lesson with Deaton to entertain him.

It’s too much, and eventually, Stiles leaves.

For years, everything goes great, until of course his dad gets injured, and he is suddenly forced to deal with people he thought he left behind in his past for good.

OR: Stiles gets pushed out of the pack, hits the road, makes new friends, learns how to grow up, and falls in love.

WORDS: 26,589

CHAPTERS: 12/12

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: None

You Can’t Dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkles

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

“I can’t work with this.”

WORDS: 27,250

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: underage (nothing sexual happens until stiles is 18 but theres flirting and stuff between stiles and derek while he’s 17) teacher-student relationship

A Perfect Storm by keeperofstories & queenofday

The first time Derek sees him is on the Subway.

The fifth time Derek spots him, the boy has a split lip and an angry alpha threatening him.

(OR: Where Scott is a really bad boyfriend and Derek ends up being Stiles’ hero)

WORDS: 30,848

CHAPTERS: 7/7

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic violence, abusive relationships, domestic violence

Take Me Out To The Ball Game (Or to dinner, I’m easy either way) by Whisper91

In which single-father Derek Hale falls head over heels for his sons’ new Little League coach. Unsurprisingly, it’s all Laura’s fault.

WORDS: 32,556

CHAPTERS: 7/7

RATING:Mature

WARNINGS: so much fluffff (says theres 7/8 chapters finished but im pretty sure its complete as it hasnt been updated in 2 years and the ending of ch7 is super nice and fluffy)

To Each Their Own by SylvieW

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

WORDS: 32,668

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: !!heed the tags!! dub-con, werewolves are pretty much slaves, kate argent warning. abusive kate.

**Ghosts In The Suburbs by Hypocorismm

Stiles gets cursed by a witch and can see dead people. 

WORDS: 37,263

CHAPTERS: 15/15

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: angst

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

WORDS: 38,954

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: none

***Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by  DevilDoll

“Stiles shouldn’t accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores.” In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

WORDS: 39,275

CHAPTERS: 4/4

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: underage

Killer Smile by Black_Calliope

One. Two. Seven. How many times should a killer strike before getting called 'serial’?

Or the one where Stiles works as a member of a Behavioral Analysis Unit, gets insulted quite a lot, learns that love doesn’t always take the shortest path and cultivates an illicit relationship with a coffee mug. Not necessarily in that order. Also, Boyd has a thing for explosives and Lydia is the most BAMF coroner ever. Derek doesn’t get his spring rolls because he doesn’t deserve them. Neither does Stiles, but that’s another whole story.

WORDS: 51,434

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

**Those Are The Days That Bind Us by  s_a_m

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

WORDS: 52,171

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: angst, PTSD, violence, gore, implied/referenced non-con, death of an unborn baby, panic attacks

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

WORDS: 56,551

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: none

***Safety in Silence by Survivah

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

WORDS: 66,901

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: none

The More Things Change by KouriArashi

Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…

WORDS: 80,378

CHAPTERS: 18/18

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

***One life stand by Vendelin

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

WORDS: 84,278

CHAPTERS: 6/6

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: read tags for warnings

Into The Open Air by Acherona & trulywicked

It was a little strange moving back to Beacon Hills. His daughter becoming enchanted with his odd and very attractive neighbor didn’t really help matters.

WORDS: 99,482

CHAPTERS: 22/22

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he’s a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica’s epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there’s this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

WORDS: 109,578

CHAPTERS: 16/16

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

WORDS: 121,566

CHAPTERS: 27/27

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: !!Read Tags!!

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Beyond the Pale

Request: a story where Taehyung and Y/n are orphans from different families and end up falling in love, then getting adopted by the same man, so they end up living as bother and sister.

A/n: Okay so I thought it would be difficult to write this, but surprisingly it came out so naturally. I’m not familiar with how the child systems work so please excuse any mistakes. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get out, but I hope you all enjoy ~ Kaitlin 

Genre: Angst | Fluff Members: Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 3224

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“Legally, you and Taehyung were brother and sister. Even though there was no blood relation, you were considered kin, and you weren’t supposed to love your family like this.” 

The salty tears stained your face as your shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Is this what life was always like? You were young, but you were old enough to understand what it felt like to be lonely. Sitting in the corner of the dirty room with your back pressed into the cold wall, you hugged your knees to your chest and let the tears flow.

No one ever noticed you, no one ever chose you. You’ve watched countless boys and girls being taken away to their new home, their new family. But no one ever wanted you. No one wanted the shy, small child that hid whenever a couple came around. The fear of rejection was stronger than the fear of being unnoticed.

None of the other kids ever wanted to play with you; you were too weird. Watching everyone running around through the old, dusty building made your stomach twist into knots. You always wanted to join in, kicking a ball or chasing each other in a game of tag, but no one wanted you to play.

This was just another day. Another day you would wake up alone, and go to bed alone, never having enough energy to do anything other than mope.

“Hey, are you okay?” Looking up through your wet lashes, you see a small boy. He was staring at you, his pink lips pulled back into a wide box smile. “Did you want to play?”

“Um…” You sniffled and wiped the dried tears from your cheeks, crinkling your nose as you readjusted yourself on the cold floor. “No one ever wants to play with me.”

He sat down beside you, offering you a reassuring smile. “I want to play with you.”

You gazed at his outstretched hand, mulling over your options. You could take his hand and go have fun, or you could turn him down, and stay here pouting in the corner all by yourself.

Reaching out a hesitant hand, the moment your fingertips touched his palm, he was grabbing onto you and pulling you outside. Little did you know that taking that small boy’s hand would change your life.

Silent tears spilled from your eyes as you watched a kicking and screaming Taehyung, the caretaker doing her best to pry him from his bed. She offered him snacks and juice boxes, trying to calm him down with all his favourite toys, but it wouldn’t be that simple. Your best friend was leaving you.

“Taehyung, dear, stop making a fuss. You know Mr. Chae, you like him. He wants to take you home, why are you being like this?” The woman, your caretaker, who you and Taehyung had grown to love and trust was separating you, how could she do that?

“I’m not leaving Y/n!” Taehyung screamed as he clung to the edge of the mattress, his loud wails filled the small room and the sound rang in your ears. You and Taehyung had grown so close in your time together. He was the only person to ever want to be with you, to play with you, and now he was leaving.

The caretaker sat on the bed next to Taehyung, rubbing his back while she cooed encouraging words at the boy. She was trying to relax him, but the heavy tears streamed down his damp cheeks relentlessly.

A deep sigh fell from her thin lips as she stared down at Taehyung. Patting him on the back, she stood up and headed out of the room, shooting a sympathetic glance back at the both of you. The second she was gone your feet hit the floor with a loud thud. You raced to Taehyung’s bed, eyes blurry with tears as you collapsed next to him.

You felt his arms wrap around you, his warm hands holding you close as you cried into his shirt. Your messy hair stuck to his tear-stained cheeks, and you dampened his t-shirt with every sob that wretched your small body.

“I don’t want you to leave, Taehyung-ie. I love you.” You whimpered against his chest, clinging onto the material of his shirt and wrinkling the fabric. Wiping your face on the back of your wrist, you lean your head up to look at Taehyung’s chubby face. His eyes were puffy from crying, and his nose was shiny and red. It broke your tiny heart to see your best friend like this.

He locked his gaze with yours, his brown orbs piercing your tired eyes and knotting your insides with unhappy feelings. You didn’t want to lose him.

“I love you, too.” His reply had you shaking as the hot tears pooled in the corners of your eyes again. You blinked until they fell, letting them stream down your wet cheeks until they fell and soaked into Taehyung’s t-shirt.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall pulled your attention. You heard voices muttering incoherent words, and recognised one as the caretaker, the other was unfamiliar. You tightened your grip on Taehyung, and he pulled you closer. They were going to try and take him away again, and you weren’t about to give in easy.

Two shadows darkened the doorway, the footsteps stopped and the room fell silent. You held your breath, scared that if you made any noise they could rip Taehyung from your arms at any moment.

“I could never separate these two, look at them.” A mans voice murmured from the edge of the room, filling the tense air around you.

“We understand. This sometimes happens with the children; they grow too attached to each other. Normally nothing would be done and the children would learn to move on and make new friends, but in this case, it’s better they stay together.” The caretaker whispered in reply, and you strained your ears to hear more.

“Before Taehyung came to us, Y/n had no one. She would sit by her herself and cry for hours without end. When Taehyung showed up, the two had an instant connection. I’m sorry Mr. Chae, but I’m afraid separating these two would be drastic. We have other children if -”

“Can I take the two of them?” The man asked seriously, his voice raised slightly.

“I’m sorry?”

“I want to foster them both,” he insisted. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you wondered if Taehyung could feel it against his own body.

“Oh, well it’s not very common that two children are given the same home at the same time. And since you’re a single parent… I’ll probably have to pull some strings, but I’m sure we can work it out.”

You heard their footsteps growing silent as they walked away, still mumbling about details of the foster system. Were you being adopted?

You looked up at Taehyung through clouded vision, wiping the wet tears on the back of your hand before sitting up. The look on Taehyung’s face matched your expression perfectly; confused, but hopeful.

“What just happened?” You croaked, your small voice cut through the tension in the room like a sharp blade.

“I’m not – I don’t know.” Taehyung replied, reaching over and pulling you back to him, cradling you in his warm arms. You stayed like that, wrapped in each others grasp. As the afternoon turned into evening you laid down next to each other, a heavy, tired feeling washed over you. As your eyes closed, and your breathing slowed, you felt something peck the chapped skin of your lips.

Peaking through your long lashes, you gaze into Taehyung’s deep brown eyes, a wide smile gracing his face. You noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red as he hid his face in the pillows. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling your whole face heat up as you realised what he’d just done.

He kissed you.

Your first kiss. And it was with Taehyung. You tried to hold in your giggles as you wrapped you arms around him tighter, burying your face in his chest and noting the way his body shook with his own laughter.

As the atmosphere quieted down, you could feel sleep coming for you, and you let the darkness envelope you as you listened to the steady sound of Taehyung’s heartbeat.

Buckling your seatbelt, you glance over at an excited Taehyung, his smile wide and boxy. As the car started you reached over and wrapped your fingers around his warm hand, giggling when his bright eyes locked with your own as he returned the gesture.

The man in the driver’s seat, Mr. Chae, turned around to look at you both. His twinkling eyes gazed at you with adoration, wrinkling his kind face with a brilliant smile. He spoke with a gentle voice, “Are you two ready to go home?”

You and Taehyung exchanged excited glances before turning back to the man and nodding vigorously. He let out a chuckle and faced the front once more, fiddling with the gears and pulling out of the lot.

You watched in awe as the city passed you in a blur. You saw children playing, and dogs being walked by their owners. Having lived in the orphanage for most of your life, you never really got to go out and experience the city. Taehyung had his nose pressed into the window, his eyes darting in every direction. He tried to take in as much as he could, from the birds in the sky, to the cars parked on the side of the road. You gave his hand a quick squeeze and butterflies filled your stomach when he returned gesture.

Your drive felt short, ending too quick for your liking, but it seemed like the longest ride you’d ever taken at the same time. Anticipation of the exciting and the unknown bubbled in your belly, prickling the back of your neck and making your palms sweat. The man drove up in front of a one-story yellow house, pulling into the driveway and switching off the car. He turned around in his seat, a gentle smile resting on his face as he looked at the two of you. You could tell he was holding back his own excitement.

“Are you ready to see your new home?”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide. His fingers messed around with the seatbelt and once he was free he practically flew out of the car. Mr. Chae hummed through his grin, chuckling at Taehyung’s eagerness before letting himself out. He opened your door for you and walked to the trunk to grab what little belongings you and Taehyung shared.

You stepped out in front of the house, taking in your new surroundings. The siding on the building was a pale yellow, and the tall sunflowers growing beside the house reached the middle of the high windows, no doubt blocking the view from inside. A single pine tree stood in the middle of the front yard, no taller than the sun flowers.

Looking at the door you see Taehyung bursting with excitement, bouncing on the spot as he waited to be let inside. When the man unlocked the door, Taehyung zoomed inside. You followed, though at a slower pace so you could examine everything.

When you step inside you’re greeted by a warm smell, something resembling cookies. But you’ve never really had the chance to eat homemade cookies, so you couldn’t be sure. Following the sound of Taehyung’s voice, you find yourself in a bedroom.

There were two beds on opposite sides of the small room, along with two bedside tables beside each. Between there was a small, empty trash bin. The hardwood floor had a large square rug covering the centre, the plain pattern looked incredibly soft, and you couldn’t wait to sit and play with Taehyung. The other side of the room had two dressers, and a tall standing lamp.

Taehyung was already flopped down on his bed, rolling on the soft blankets and fluffing his pillows. Slowly, you made your way to your own bed, sitting on the edge and letting your fingers play with the material of the covers.

Suddenly the man came in carrying the suitcases you and Taehyung had packed at the group home. He set them down on the floor and grabbed Taehyung’s hand, leading him over to your bed so he would sit beside you. Once Taehyung was nestled next to you, hand holding on tightly to your own, the man kneeled in front of the two of you.

“My name is Mr. Chae, and I’m going to be your new father. But I don’t want things to be too formal, so you can call me Sungmin. I have a few house rules, but it’s probably nothing different from what you had at the children’s home.” He chuckled breathily to himself, smiling up at you both with kind eyes and reaching out to take your hand into his before he continued, “I want you two to be comfortable here, so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

You all sat there for a few moments, letting the new information sink in. Before anything else could happen, Taehyung had flung himself into the man’s chest, wrapping his arms around his neck in a giant hug. Mr. Chae laughed heartily, gently rubbing Taehyung’s back until he pulled away.

When they both looked at you, you blushed a little under their gaze, and slowly wrapped your own arms around your foster father. His warm hands rubbed your back and held you close, and you had to fight the familiar tickle in the back of your throat, holding back the tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes.

That night the three of you sat down at the table for a wonderful meal unlike anything you’ve ever eaten at the group home. After a quiet evening watching cartoons, Mr. Chae sends you and Taehyung to get ready for bed, and even offered to read you both a story.

Once the man had hugged you both goodnight and the lights were out, you finally had a chance to let everything that had happened sink in. Silent tears began to flow down your cheeks and you sniffled, wiping the wetness away from your face.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s small voice sounded through the quiet room. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Silence.

“Y/n?” He called out again, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” You answered. You could hear Taehyung’s bed sheets rustling, and then he was pulling back the covers on your own bed, crawling in beside you.

“I don’t like sleeping on my own.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around your frame and nuzzling his chin against your shoulder. You let yourself relax as sleep pulled your eyelids shut, happiness overwhelming your senses and letting you drift off in peace.

“Y/n, wake up.” A deep voice startled you from your sleep. Turning over in your bed you settle deeper into the warm blankets, welcoming sleep after it was so rudely ripped from you. A quiet chuckle filled the air in the small room, followed by the sinking of your mattress.

You felt your blankets being pulled back, a large hand coming to rest on your back and rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your t-shirt. A low hum escaped from your lips, and you arched your shoulders so the hand would rub your back with more pressure.

The relaxing feeling pulled you back towards the black of sleep, making your eyelids heavy and fogging your mind. Your head swirled with dull colours, mimicking the patterns being drawn on your back with gentle fingertips.

When the motions stopped, you groaned with distaste. Your eyelids fluttered open as you lifted your head from the pillow. Turning around, you’re met with the gorgeous view of Taehyung. He smiled at you before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. His palm cupped your cheek and you felt him smile into the kiss. You reached up, finding silky hair and running your fingers through the locks, tugging him closer and welcoming the warmth his body offered against the chill of the air around you.

When he pulled away your vision adjusted to the room. His tan skin was shining in the sunlight coming through the window, he gave off a gorgeous glow that fluttered your chest with butterflies. His orange-brown hair was messily swooped out of his face - out of all the colours he tried in his hair, this was a personal favourite. And that stupid boxy smile you’d grown to love was plastered across his face, crinkling his eyes and showing off his brilliant smile.

As the two of you had grown up together, you’d watched him mature. His body went from small and weak, to toned and lean. His voice had deepened to a low growl when he spoke, always leaving you with chills down your spine.

“You should wake up, Jagi.” Taehyung urged, peppering sweet kisses from the tip of your nose, across your cheek and down your neck, playfully sucking on the smooth skin.

“Ah! Taehyung-ie, stop it.” You hummed, the feeling of his lips against your skin was delicious, and you tilted your head back into the pillow to give him better access.

“It doesn’t seem like you want me to stop,” he teased, his warm breath on your neck sending goosebumps down your arms. You could feel him smirking against your skin as he licked tiny marks across the expanse of your neck.

“No, I just- we have school Taehyung.” You managed to get out before your breath caught in your throat. He nipped at the skin of your collarbones, working his way back up and placing one last kiss on your bottom lip. As he pulled away, he shook the bed covers from his body, slowly standing and stretching his tired limbs.

As he let his arms fall back to his sides, his loose t-shirt slipped and exposed a sliver of his tan shoulder. You inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of his exposed skin, slowly crawling out of bed and tugging his frame down so you could lock your lips on the soft skin of his neck, earning a quiet growl from Taehyung.

“Jagi, don’t do this to me.” He moaned, the feeling of your warm mouth against his sensitive skin sending a shiver down his spine. Reaching his arms around and hugging your figure close to him, he began tracing tiny, random patterns down the expanse of your back while you soaked up the warmth he practically radiated.

Pulling away, you stare up at Taehyung longingly. Living under the same roof as Taehyung had its perks. You could spend all the time you wanted with him, cuddling with him until you fell asleep in his strong arms, never having to feel alone; something you feared more than anything. But there were also setbacks. You’d grown to love Taehyung, falling for the sparkle in his eyes and the way he smiled at you, and knowing he returned the feelings made your heart stutter in your chest. But having society view your relationship as something taboo was a strong fear you both shared.

Legally, you and Taehyung were brother and sister. Even though there was no blood relation, you were considered kin, and you weren’t supposed to love your family like this…

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In The Shadow Of Two Fangs: A Harrowing Tale Of Vampiric Terror

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You are at the library. Which book would you like to read?

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On The Moon, by Jeffis Kleen.

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On Mars, by Jeffis Kleen.

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On The Moon Again And It Was The Same Car, by Jeffis Kleen.

Excuse me, I think youll is my finding that that notebook is awfully boring and bad, says an old person standing behind you. Jeffis Kleen is a terrible columnist, and thats one of his worst volumes. I should know; Ive speak them all. You experience, Jeffis Kleen is my father. I am Leonardo Kleen.

Okay…

Well, I didnt really ask for your opinion, old person.

I like Jeffis Kleens works. He is a brilliant sci-fi writer who understands what it would be like for bird-dogs to get hit by cars on other planets.

Might I show another journal? I have a very special one in mind for you, as you seem like a special reader. Yes, you certainly do have a allure about you. An indisputable halo. You visualize, I dont give this volume out to precisely anyone. Its been in our collection for 100 times, and everyone who has read it has either shed themselves off a connection or be president. Now I am paying it to you…

Take the book.

Not much is known about the man who wrote it. It appears to be a diary of kinds , notable for the fact that it provides as the only subsisting historic report of the events which it claims to describe. Occasions that appear to have greatly affected the author, and indeed, “the worlds” itself.

He hands you the book, and you instantly notice that it odors strangely of garlic. Your hands tremble as you sit down at a nearby desk.

Open the book to the title page and begin to read…

June the fifth, eighteen hundred and ninety-six,

You arrive today in the hamlet of L—- after a lengthy excursion from the capital city, where you are a student at the University of K—-. The focus of your studies is discipline, people fatal blow to God. You pride yourself on your skepticism of the supernatural, and wear it proudly on your person in accordance with the arrangements of one of those Jesus fish patches that has hoofs and the word Darwin inside of it.

The purpose of your stay to L—-? A subject of the rich botanical offerings of the region, focusing primarily on the ones that reek really good. You will prevent this publication during your bide to document your sees, as well as anything of note that might pas. You do not plan to stay long, though this has nothing to do with the stories “youve heard” as small children about such regions of F—-, your beloved motherland. Legends of strange people that haunt the ground and know not fatality. None of this frightens you now, as you debark the civilize and leave the depot. You are a man of intellect. A scientist. You know that every phenomenon in this world can be explained with science. Even slugs.

Hello, kind tourist, enunciates an age-old villager standing outside the modest teach terminal. May I furnish you a ride into city on my as? He is a fast donkey. Most mules are slow, but mine is unusually speedy. You know why? He is afraid. We are all afraid here. Even donkeys, who are the dumbest of all Gods characters, can tell theres something wrong with this country. Something dreadful and decayed and exceedingly pointy.

What have you to fear, sir? Dont you know God is dead?

No, thank you, I will simply amble there by myself.

God help you.

Walk to township alone.

Oh, God is dead? Thats great report. One less circumstance for me to worry about. But “youre supposed” reminded, my friend. There are things worth horror more than God. Now, how about that mule travel, eh?

Pay the old-time villager for the ride into town.

I feel Ill simply move there on my own. Its precisely down the road, isnt it?

I frequently charge twenty gromels, but its on the house if you can educate my stupid son how to caress. My son has never kissed before in their own lives, and he is a complete and total embarrassment. Delight learn him how to make out so I no longer have to wake up every day and have my first made be, My son cant mack with the best of em.

Teach the age-old villagers son how to kiss.

This is my donkey. His appoint is Waterfalls. Please, climbing aboard, and Waterfalls and I will take you into town.

Climb into the cart.

I am the old-fashioned villagers son. I expend my daylights straying the countryside with my pup, and I cant kiss for poop. Kind stranger, will you learn me how to do the lip kindness I have heard so much about?

Sure.

Wonderful, speaks the old villagers son. I can practice it on my bird-dog. Now, how do I do it? Kissing, I symbolize?

Put your lips on it.

Smoosh your lips into the dog.

Delicately target your cheeks on the dogs face.

Follow your heart.

Slowly and romantically punch the dog with your lips.

Take your cheeks and deliver them to your hounds face.

Smooch that pooch.

The old-fashioned villagers son kiss the dog. Congratulations. You taught the villagers son how to kiss.

Youre welcome.

Thank you so much, species stranger! declares the old-fashioned villager. It is important to know how to make love. Otherwise you might have a make-out accident and croak. All right, come with me!

Go to the donkey cart.

The old-time villager lets you off at the hamlet tavern and razzes off into the fading light of day. Eventually, you have arrived! You pick up your suitcase and approach the inn.

Go inside.

You set off down the itinerary into town, suitcase in hand. Off to the side you find a particularly glorious botanical specimen, and you set about saving it in your journal.

Make an enter about the specimen in your journal.

Species: Flower Location: On the side of the road Smells: Pretty good

Wow, you think to yourself. Science is awesome!

Put your journal away and continue walking.

But the moment you elevate your head up from your periodical, you notice something deeply embarrassing. A sudden fog has expended the track onward. You have the strange feeling that you are being watched. A coldnes flows down your sticker. Your palms sweat. The mane on the back of your neck stands on end, then your limb whisker, chest fuzz, and pubic hair. Pretty soon all of your mane is standing on end, and it looks really weird. Three of your teeth fall out. Then, from behind, a spokesperson whisperings in your ear…

Good evening.

Scream and turn around.

Oh, what a grisly see! Standing before you is a terrifying mantled dame with fangs as long and as sharp-worded as spears. You look wide-eyed into the look of the wretched animal, clutching your Darwin patch, altogether petrified.

Theres something I should tell you, and its that Im a ogre! she roars in your appearance, her icing breath the rank odor of putrid chassis. And now Im going to do the vampire concept and eat all your blood! How about that, huh? How do you feel about that? Probably not very good!

Yes, you are correct. I do not feel better about that.

Thats impossible. I believe in science! And science answers vampires cant be real!

Oh, yeah. I forgot. Bye.

And with that, the ghoul withdraws into the forest, never to be seen again.

Wow. Science IS breathtaking!

You Utilized Science To Testify That Vampires Dont Exist!

Done already? Well, I suppose you used science to prove that vampires dont prevail. Well done! Science really is fucking awesome.

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