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tangerinepot · 7 months ago

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hello {natsuo todoroki x reader}

A/N: This is my first fic on tumblr! Wahoo!! I haven't written in a WHILE so please feel free to critique :3. This fic is inspired by the song Hello by Hawk Nelson!

Warnings: small make-out sesh

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NATSUO'S POV:

I'm sitting in the school cafeteria when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out to see a message from her.

"Huh?" I ask myself.

"She sent me a Spotify link," my curiosity gets the better of me as I click the link and open Spotify. "Oh, it's a playlist." I click on the first song.

"You never ever leave my mind,"

"Not bad," I think as start walking to my next class. The song keeps playing as I pass her dorm hall. "We've been friends for a while now. I haven't thought much about it but I wonder if she's trying to ask me out by sending me this." thoughts wrestle in my head as I walk a little faster.

I eventually get to class where I pull out my laptop. "Wait, she's in this class.." I remember. Now I'm nervous. Just as she walks in the next part of the song begins to play.

"Wish I could some how let you know,"

"Hey, Y/N!" I say, getting her attention. I motion her to sit next to me. She looks excited. I pause the song and put my headphones away so I can talk to her.

"Hi, Natsu," she says as she sits next to me. Her voice is smooth, like honey. "How've you been? Did you get my text?" She's beautiful too...

"I did! I started listening, though I only got through half of the first song," I say, sounding a little bummed. "Listen.. it looks like these are all love songs. Did you mean something by that..?" I ask, feeling a blush creep up my face.

"Uhm.." she starts "Actually yeah, I was thinking of a way to ask you out but was too scared to ask you straight up haha." "So she does like me..." I think to myself. I can tell she's nervous to admit that.

"So.. do you feel the same?" she asks as I realize I left her hanging. "Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry," I say as I start to blush harder. "Did you wanna... plan something?"

"I'd love that," she says excitedly. "I'm free tomorrow, this weekend, and all of next week!" I think about my plans for the rest of the week. Dinner with Shoto and Fuyumi has gotten kind of boring lately, unless dad's there. But, that just turns into a mess most of the time. I don't think Fuyumi is planning on going to see Mom this weekend either. "Tomorrow sounds great," I tell her. "What time should I come pick you up?"

"Pick me up?" she asks, giggling. "How romantic. What about 7:00?" she says as she starts to blush. "Sounds perfect," I say with a smile. Our professor walks in and begins class before we can say anything else, but we exchange smiles when he isn't looking.

After class I walk with Y/N back to her dorm. Making small talk along the way.

"So, why did you think a playlist was the best way to ask someone out?" I ask. "I'm not sure haha. I've always been a huge music nerd.. that's why I'm studying it here," she replies. "What's your favorite color?" she asks in return. "Blue, like the sea." I say, trying not to give her a dry answer. We talk about classes and professors and homework all the way to her dorm hall, where I drop her off at her dorm.

"See you tomorrow," she winks at me. I start to feel hot as I reply "Y-yeah.. see you then!" "Man, she really gets to me... I don't know how I didn't notice until now," I think as I start to walk out of the building. As I walk back to my dorm room I put my headphones in and press play on the last song that was playing.

"Every time I want to say hello, every time I want to stay, I go."

"Is this really how she feels about me?" I think as I listen. This is a nice feeling. I think I could get used to it. I walk up to my room, open the door, and fall in my bed. For the next hour or two I spend my time looking up at the ceiling thinking about her and what tomorrow will be like. I eventually fall asleep listening to the playlist she sent me.

When 6:00 rolls around, I'm too excited to sit down. I've been ready for hours so now I'm just pacing. I make my way to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror for the fourth time. It's so weird how one moment we were just friends and now I'm getting nervous about going on a date with her. I'm not even sure where to take her. I guess I'll figure that out by the time I get to her dorm. I grab my wallet, keys, and a jacket before heading out the door.

When I pick her up at her dorm, she looks incredible. My breath hitches for a moment when I see her. She's in a blue dress. "Hi Natsuo," she says seductively. She noticed my reaction. I start to blush. "Are you ready for our date? I was thinking we could go to the restaurant across campus." "That sounds great." I tell her as I take her hand.

We get to the restaurant, get seated and order our food. We share a few plates of sushi and talk about how our classes are going. I pay for our meal before leaving the restaurant.

It's cool outside compared to the warmth of the restaurant. We walk a few blocks before Y/N stops and looks up at me. I've never seen more beautiful eyes than her's. She looks at me like she's waiting to tell me something, but she's too scared to say it. "What's wrong?" I ask her, curious. "Natsu.. can I kiss you?" Huh? Earlier she sounded so confident, like she could have taken me at any moment. Now she's nervous about kissing me? My eyes widen as I quietly say "Sure."

She practically dives on me as her lips press against mine. I catch her instinctively. Wait.. am I holding her? I open an eye to see if her feet are on the ground and sure enough, they aren't. Her lips are soft and taste like strawberry. I don't want to be the one to break the kiss so I hold her until she backs off for air. "You're really good at kissing," she giggles. "Thanks.. that was my first." I say, slowly turning red.

When I drop her off at her dorm she looks up at me again. "Tonight was nice," she said softly. "Wanna do it again sometime?" she winks at me. "Of course," I say. As she goes in for another kiss i grab her by her waist, lifting her up and holding her again. My tongue slides in her mouth and she giggles while kissing me. I bite her bottom lip and she moans. We stay like this for a minute or two before I eventually put her down to let her open her door and go inside for the night. Before she closes the door she whispers to me...

"I love you, Natsuo, goodnight."

#natsuo todoroki #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo x reader #my hero academia #help i have no idea what i'm doing #Spotify

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exoticalmonde · 8 months ago

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LUNDInium Outskirts /but it's her insane doodles/ PART IV

Me: *Casually watching my operators work on ZT-7 farming* Me: *Looks away for a second* Lessing: "Du kannst rennen, aber ich werde weiter jagen." Me:

I forgot I set all the Leithanien characters to German the day before...

--- Me: *In the base* Poz: "Doctor, if you insist on spending time together, how about we talk about your favourite books?" Me: *Pushes everything off my desk to clear space* "You just need to ask!"

--- There is no doodle for this one, but since it's HorseUncleTM merch, I wanted to show it off because the last part didn't actually feature what I was shown and how insane it looks knowing she has her entire desk COVERED with them.

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How is RI-13 not broke yet living in holes, who knows...? Perhaps the rumours are correct and Dr. Lundi really dealing secretly with firearms on the black market of Sargon. ---

The event of Dr. Lundi half-crying on the bus back home because she couldn't stream to us BUYING the SKIN will be a core memory created based on eternal friendship. I will never be happier to wake up than I am when I see an 'Eve, can I be soggy again?' before being bombarded with Mlynar details and ramblings regardless of what I say.

There's a lot to unpack but I can't possibly ever talk about Mlynar the same way Lundi does in VC. She pulls up receipts proof of her words as well every time she mentions something.

--- We also have a new Pinkie sticker! Wahoo team!!!

Based on this --- Based on this post about our Arknights Yumeship's kid being bullied, I had a little spiral and was just thinking about different scenarios. Out of all the answers given, Kryo's is most direct and... very in character towards his sarkaz/draco child.

Lundi's also leaning towards physical aggression, instant retaliation for their little baba horse.

And then I just... imploded... (This was on the basis of the parents trying to justify their child's behaviour)

While Pinkie is not too interested on the aspect of children we've been trying to involve them more in the Yumeship questions just because their relationship with Swire/Chen is SO wholesome but they're shy to actually indulge. It's alright, we will always be there for the sugarbaby ultramind that is our friend.

You can see this conversation was very important to me.

Which is why this ART IS SO CUTE IM CRYING I LOVE THEM

---

Vigorously searched for the video, but basically, me and the Team were watching Unusual Memes from this one channel and one of them was of a guy who walked up to his neighbour/friend's home camera and said 'Well, you DON'T get to decide when to party, I want you around now.' And well... if that isn't Lundi pulling Dr. Eve out of bed during some of her emotional episodes.

In reference to this, Dr. Pinkie was upset Lundi wasn't just breaking down my door because she usually does that without asking. So some edits were applied and a part 2 has been added:

We all loved everything about this. Thank you Pinkie for always being some of the best designers and always editing things in the funniest way possible.

Me: "It looks like I'm getting kidnapped." Lundi: "Child napper."

... ... ... I JUST NOTICED THIS GIF WAS CREATED??!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'M GETTING TURNED INTO SOURDOUGH HELP ME --- Pinkie stealing Dr. Lundi's food.

--- God forbid I ever sneeze in call

--- And as some of the final doodles there's for this part, allow me a little TW about bugs because I am absolutely terrified of this thing and I am afraid that its arms are longer than mine so I can't even come into reach to kill it.

It's not my fault people make shelves so high up.

#arknights #doctor of ri shenanigans #arknights event #doctor arknights #friendship #friendship banter #memes #arknights gacha #doodles by Lundi #I do not draw any of this #mlynar arknights #arknights pozemka #arknights yumeships #arknights executor #Dr. Lundi #Dr. Eve #Dr. Pinkie #Dr. Kryo

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alyosiuscreightonward · 1 year ago

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-H-

That faded blue 1996 Range Rover Defender pulled into the driveway and Melouk jumped out. He really hadn’t noticed the huge blacked out Chevy Suburban parked on the street a few houses down from his. As he was walking toward the front door, he had the keys in one hand and the other hand laden with an oversized canvas bag that smelled like the barn. He was going as fast he could because he had to micturate like a race horse. He heard a noise and looked around.

Four rather large defensive linemen in black suits came up on him. Melouk shrieked, dropping the canvas bag and then started swinging the lanyard with his keys as if it was a bolo.

The men kept walking towards him. The makeshift bolo Melouk was swinging around didn’t bother them.

One spoke, “Melouk Al-Shaawari. Omar and Habiba are wanting an audience with you. You should go inside, pack a bag and get your passport. You have thirty minutes.” Melouk stopped dead in his tracks and the lanyard was slowing down but kept swinging.

“FUCK YOU,” he screamed at the men.

“You will comply. If not, you will be getting on the plane regardless,” the spokesman told him. Just then, Waleed’s phone rang.

“Hank, my man, you got good news for me,” he queried. Hank was telling him that the deal would work for everyone involved and he asked Waleed how fast could he get to the only city in the world, New York City. He had no time to waste and Hank said that there’s a flight leaving in about ninety minutes from Atlanta.

“Dude, I’ll be on that flight,” he said and as he hung up on Hank, he let out a loud wahoo!!

Cesare and I were at The Hilton with our friends. As they were getting off the elevator, a young black woman was chasing a middle aged man, who was trying desperately to get into the elevator and away from her, with a hair dryer and was barely dressed.

“Motherfucker, I will kill you,” she yelled at him. We all just plastered ourselves on the walls and didn’t move.

We watched as the elevator doors closed in her face. She looked right at us and said, “His Amex got declined and nothing’s free.” We were gobsmacked and we watched her go back into her room. Myself and the four men I was with just burst out laughing. The amount of alcohol we consumed was aiding us in our laughing at what we had just witnessed.

The boys gathered their luggage and we were back at the car. As we headed to the airport, Cesare came out and convinced me that we should go with them. I’m beat tired and to be honest I didn’t want to be on a plane with them. Look, I love Torjen, Steve-O, Mikhales and I love my Cesare more, but after the dinner we had, they’ll be fast asleep before we get on the tarmac. Though picking up a little something from Bergdorf-Goodman was not easy for me to refuse. Plus the idea of walking down 5th Avenue wasn’t to be denied.

Oh. To hell with it all. I’m going. The barn would be just fine without me for a couple days. I’ve got faith in Molly and Charlotte that they’d make sure it doesn’t burn down. Fuck, yeah. I’m coming back to you, my old friend, Manhattan. I’m just relieved that The Limelight is gone. I’d be under the jail for the shenanigans that happened there. I’m going to say it here, it’s true, I was apart of “The Bridge and Tunnel Set” and I’ve never owned a scrunchie.

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tteokggukk · 4 years ago

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amortentia → kth

–pairing: gryffindor!taehyung x gryffindor!reader

–genre: hogwarts au, enemies to lovers, fluff

–words: 3.7k

–warnings: none, except a teeny tiny dirty joke in the end (?), oh and this was unedited sorry i’m in class, also i mention cedric so just pretend he’s alive ok

–summary: you’re surprised to smell the scent of the boy you constantly don’t get along with coming from the famous, but most dangerous, love potion in the world.

–a/n: uh so i’ve been obsessing over harry potter again for the past month askdlaksdj anyways here’s a short drabble i thought of when i got sidetracked planning my next smau wahoo oh yeah this was also inspired by that one scene where they sniff the potion lol

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

You hurriedly walked into your Potions class with your books clutched to your chest.

Potions has always been your favorite class and no doubt were you skilled at it. Your friends often had to ask for your help when it came to brewing, and an added plus was that you often gained house points for your flawless work. The class was normally held by Snape, who greatly terrified and intimidated a lot of students, but there were certain changes made this year that resulted in a different professor teaching the class.

Students were evidently happy about the sudden change of professors. Walking into Potions back then would instantly result in a quiet room and anxious-looking faces with no one daring to speak. It was a bit strange now, albeit refreshing, to hear the buzz of students chatting and actually smiling in the room while waiting for the class to begin.

Professor Slughorn stood at the center of the room in front of a long table where several cauldrons were spread out, emanating a variety of colored fumes and causing a mixture of different smells to fill the room.

The combination of different smells was something you were already used to—normally they were undistinguishable and almost smelled like something close to nothing, but today there was one scent that stood out, one that was strangely captivating.

Fighting to keep your mind from falling into a trance, you could feel yourself being pulled by the scent. Never before have you sniffed something so alluring, so entrancing— so dizzying, it almost smelled like—

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a group of students laughing and rushing into the room, causing you to snap out of it. Your head immediately turns to find the source.

There Taehyung stood with his friends who were all fixing their robes as if they just ran a hundred miles to get to the room. They were only standing but they all looked so bright, even you couldn’t deny they were attractive. Though you got on with his friends well, Taehyung just seemed to love annoying you every minute of the day. He especially loved teasing you through uncalled for flirting and a plethora of dirty jokes—and though you could easily retaliate, it was amusing to see you try and hide how flustered you’d get because of it. Because of this, all your interactions resulted in numerous banters, inevitably making it official that you two would never get along peacefully without one riling up the other (which was mostly you).

He found it amusing, whereas you found it annoying.

You glared at him, watching as he ran his hand through his hair while sending a sheepish smile over to your professor.

“Sorry we’re late professor, almost forgot our books,” Taehyung smiled, holding up his copy of Advanced-Potion Making.

Professor Slughorn simply smiled and waved for them to hurry, “No problem, m’boy! Good to see you, good to see you—now, gather ‘round everyone!”

As if he could’ve gotten away with that if Snape were around, you thought and rolled your eyes. You could almost hear Snape from a distance with his low voice muttering a “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

Taehyung catches your eyes rolling as students began to huddle around the different cauldrons. As you and your friends made your way towards one of the potions on the table, you fail to notice Taehyung excusing himself from his friends and moving past other students to walk over to where you were, a smirk forming on his lips.

The seductive scent your mind was previously clouded with has suddenly gotten stronger, and it wasn’t long before you were able to distinguish one of them: a scented candle that had an oddly specific scent of blackcurrant berries and roses. Your brows knit in confusion at the familiar scent of combined fire and fragrance as you whip your head around to look for the person you knew often smelled like this.

Sure enough, he was right there standing behind you. Did he burn all of his candles? Why does he smell so strongly today? Taehyung places his hands on your shoulders, steadying you from looking around too much. He bends his head low and moves close to your ear.

“Saw you rolling your eyes there, y/l/n,” He whispers, trying to look discreet. The scent engulfs you even more—probably because his hair seems to absorb it all, and though you’re not exactly repulsed by it (you were pulled, even, though you’d never admit that), you try to act nauseated. “Darling, do I bother your thoughts that much?” He teases.

“Psh, please, Kim. You wish I was thinking of you,” You faked a gag. “And move—” You push his hands off your shoulders and wave your hand around your face as if to waft away something pungent, “I don’t know why but this room seems to smell an awful lot like you. It’s suffocating.”

Taehyung raises a brow, and looks at you with a confused look before talking in a not-so-discreet and surprised tone, “Me? You know, I was actually gonna say the same about you. It smells like your shampoo in here.”

“My shampoo? You’re literally right behind me!” You retorted through gritted teeth.

“No, I know! But like, it’s everywhe—“

“Now then,” Slughorn’s voice was much louder now, cutting Taehyung off, “Can anyone tell me what this potion is? Maybe Mr. Kim?” He asks, pointing to one of the cauldrons on his right. He definitely heard Taehyung talking.

Taehyung moves closer so he was standing next to you now. He stares into the cauldron, finding a colorless and odorless potion, but Taehyung only looks at him in confusion.

“Sir, is this Veritaserum?” Taehyung asks, his eyes narrowing in thought, “I don’t think it’s supposed to smell like anything, but I can’t really tell cause it smells like y/l/n in here—“

“Oh dear, my bad, sorry!” With a knowing smile, Slughorn covers one cauldron and suddenly the room stopped smelling like Taehyung. Taehyung seemed to be thinking the same thing because he looked back at you with a blank look on his face before turning back to the cauldron.

“It’s Veritaserum,” He concludes, “It’s a colorless and odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth.” “Very good!” Slughorn praises him, “Now, can anyone tell me what this is?” Slughorn continues to ask students around to identify what kind of potion has been brewed along with its function. You raise your arm up every time and Taehyung laughs at how eager you look every moment that you do, earning him a death glare each time. Slughorn doesn’t call you once, but he finally does in the end.

“Now, Miss y/l/n. I know you know all the potions well, so would you do the honor of telling us what this one is?” Slughorn reopens the cauldron he had previously shut when Taehyung was identifying Veritaserum, and suddenly the room smells like him again.

Why does the scent make you feel comfortable yet nervous all at once?

You move towards the brew, heart pumping a little too loudly in your chest. You had your suspicions on what that potion really was, but that couldn’t be it, right?

Taehyung probably just burned all his candles or something, that’s why his scent was so strong today.

But upon seeing the liquid in the cauldron, you could already identify what it was by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen along with the characteristic spirals rising out of it.

“Amortentia,” You spoke, trying to sound calm. Taehyung, who was also secretly good in potions, looked up in shock and moved from his position to a place where he could clearly see your face to see your reaction.

“Very good! Will you tell us more about it?” Slughorn continued.

You nod in response, “Yes, well… It’s the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us.” You stopped. Maybe he wasn’t going to ask you what you could smell, but before you could move back, Slughorn trailed on.

“Correct! Now, can you describe what it is that you smell?” Slughorn smiled before turning to the rest of the class, “You all will have the chance to sniff it too.”

Your eyes widen and you gulped nervously as you moved back closer to the potion. You forced a smile and nodded to your professor before leaning into the cauldron and wafting the scent towards you.

“I smell…” You stared into the liquid before recognizing several scents, “Fresh paint… scented candles…”

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Were you actually smelling Taehyung in amortentia? Taehyung, who would endlessly annoy the life out of you whenever he had the chance? Taehyung, who would argue with you over trivial things like food preferences? Taehyung, who recently kept “running into you” and ended up hanging out with you cause it “couldn’t be helped”? Taehyung, who would stay with you until late at night while you studied in the common room because you shouldn’t be “out there alone”?

Taehyung, who annoyed you but made you feel empty whenever he wasn’t around?

Or maybe it wasn’t actually him you were smelling. Maybe it’s just his scent that rubbed off on someone else? You couldn’t possibly be attracted to him when all you did was annoy each other and get on the other’s nerves.

But then again, you’ve never had a day where he failed to make you smile.

The final scent, proving that it really was him these scents were associated with, made you subconsciously glance over at him who was eyeing you with much curiosity. You quickly looked away and stared back at the liquid, feeling the heat spread upon your face and ears before quietly muttering, “…and strawberries.”

Your friends all stared at you in shock because even they knew the whole world associated strawberries with the one and only Kim Taehyung because it was his favorite fruit, after all. Walking back to your place, you kept a good distance from you and the cauldron to avoid being too immersed in the smell, now wanting it to be as far away as you kept mentally denying what just happened.

Taehyung stifled a laugh and tried to press his lips together to suppress himself from forming a wide grin. Slughorn, who caught onto what was happening, thanked you before calling onto Taehyung again.

“And what about you, Mr. Kim? Could you tell us what you smell in amortentia?” Slughorn motioned for him to move over. Taehyung looked nervous, he obviously wasn’t expecting himself to be called again. He gulps nervously and charmingly tries to offer someone else to sniff the potion, but Slughorn declines and tells him that he should do it.

Taehyung didn’t want to do it, but now he found himself forced to.

Now your only problem was the whole world now knew what—or rather, who attracted you. You knew Taehyung would smell someone else in that potion, it’s probably why he’s so against sniffing it right now. Like you said, all you did was annoy each other. You couldn’t expect him to like you back, could you? You could feel the embarrassment coming as Taehyung moved forward.

You kept your eyes on the floor, avoiding any form of eye contact with the boy you suddenly realized you had feelings for. Taehyung kept looking at you before focusing on the potion and leaning into the cauldron, wafting the scent towards him.

“I still smell your shampoo,” Taehyung spoke. You frown before looking up to see him looking at you. You could feel everyone’s attention transfixed on the both of you, eyes darting back and forth from you to him in amusement.

“It smells sweet, like flowers,” He continued wafting, “I also smell cinnamon… and that perfume you wear, smells like cherries and violets.”

For a second it felt like the whole world stopped, and all you could do was stare at each other with expressions of disbelief. From afar, you could’ve sworn his cheeks were turning into a darker shade of pink, but then he had to walk back to his place after Slughorn had said something you didn’t pay attention to. Everyone else raised their hands up and took turns smelling the love potion.

The rest of the class was spent awkwardly making a potion called Felix Felicis and nothing else about Amortentia. Awkward, because Taehyung was working with you on the same table as he and his friends all couldn’t fit in one. Neither of you really spoke to each other, you were mostly just avoiding his stare while he tried to ask you for help in brewing to which you gave him short and monotonous answers. In your head, you couldn’t help but think that Slughorn made a big deal with amortentia just to stir something up.

Finally, the class ended and you were done with your potion. You handed yours in and Taehyung followed, but you noticed him trying to make his way to you causing you to pick up your pace. You excused yourself from your friends because frankly, you had no idea how to face him.

Plus, what if he was joking about what he smelled? He loved making you mad for a pastime, who’s to say he wasn’t just faking all the things he said?

You shook the thought out of your head, even you knew he wouldn’t go that far. You feel a small twinge of guilt at what you just thought, silently apologizing to no one.

As you brisk walked along the corridors, you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You looked back to see Taehyung, face looking flushed as he looked at you. You almost dropped your books but caught hold onto all of them. Taehyung notices and takes the books from your hand. You couldn’t really decline; your throat was too dry to speak.

“I—“ He starts.

Taehyung, who always has something to say, has suddenly run out of words.

“You don’t need to say anything,” You spoke, voice filled with false confidence, “They’re just scents, you know. Don’t feel obligated to act on anything.”

You have no idea where all this was coming from, but maybe it’s because you didn’t want anything to feel forced between you two. Taehyung just stares at you before clearing his throat.

“Uh, right,” He chuckles, before taking a piece of paper from his pocket and slipping it into your books.

“What—?” You try to open the book to grab the paper, but Taehyung places his hand on the cover and closes it shut.

“Don’t!” He says a little too loudly, causing a few people glance at you two, “Don’t open it now, just… open it later. When I’m not around.”

He flashes you a shy smile before turning to walk away, leaving you dumbstruck in the corridors. You watch as his figure slowly disappears into the crowd, making sure that he’s out of your sight before you open the book and pull the note out. Your heart beats wildly in your chest upon seeing what he wrote.

‘Meet me in the common room after dinner.’

You don’t see Taehyung at all while you were having dinner in the great hall. Surprisingly, you found yourself worrying at the fact that he was skipping a meal, something you never knew you’d ever worry about. The upside was that he wouldn’t hear how your friends (and some of his) mercilessly teased you about what happened earlier at Slughorn’s class, saving you from the embarrassment you would’ve only felt if he were present. With Taehyung being the massive flirt that he is who could come up with a dirty joke within a half of a second, he might’ve actually played along with all the teasing.

Once you were done eating, you excused yourself from your friends telling them that you had forgotten something up at your dorm. Your pulse was beginning to fasten at every step that took you closer and closer to the common room, unsure of why Taehyung asked you to meet.

“Password?” The portrait of the fat lady asks.

“Abstinence,” You spoke.

As you walked in, you were once again greeted by the smell of blackcurrant berries and roses—the scent of Taehyung’s favorite candles. You were also surprised to sniff a few pastries that smelled of cinnamon, and as you made your way further into the room, you later realized that there were freshly baked cinnamon rolls laid out on a platter. The smell was overwhelmingly comforting.

Unsurprisingly, no one was around yet at this hour as people often hung around in the corridors during their free time. All except for one person who was seated on one of the couches, candles spread around on one of the table he sat in front of.

“____,” He looks up once he hears your footsteps. Your heart flutters at the sound of your first name falling off his lips instead of your last. Though he’s already called you by your first name before whenever you two were alone, it was something you still hadn’t gotten used to and filled your stomach with butterflies. Taehyung stands up from the couch and walks over to face you.

“Hi,” You greeted, a little awkwardly.

“Have you—um, eaten?” He asks, scratching the back of his head. The confident, cocky, and outgoing Kim Taehyung was bumbling mess now. It was endearing to see him like this, but it also rose a small ounce of confidence in you.

“I mean you did ask to meet after dinner, so, yeah, I think I’ve eaten,” You chuckled and he jokingly rolls his eyes at you while his tongue pressed against his cheek, a sight that took every effort in your body not to melt at.

“About earlier,” he starts, his expression softening and eyes looking deeply into yours, “I really didn’t want you to find out that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I really was planning on telling you. I was hoping to wait until the Celestial Ball since it’s coming up, but then Potions class happened and I didn’t know I’d be up there telling everyone I could smell you in the potio—“

“You were gonna wait ‘til the Celestial Ball?” You ask, raising a brow in amusement.

“Well, yeah. I was gonna ask you sooner or later,” He blushed and nervously scratched at his temple before turning a switch and changing back into his old demeanor, folding his arms and leaning in for your faces to meet, “Can’t have you dancing with anyone else other than me, can we?”

“I was gonna ask Cedric,” You lied with a straight face, “But whatever, I guess I could go with you.”

“You what?” He scoffed in disbelief before laughing at what he just heard, “Please, no you weren’t.” You only stared at him. “Please tell me you’re kidding,” His playful expression falters, “____? Hey!” He gently shakes your shoulders, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Geez, Kim,” You laughed, wiping a tear away from the corner of your eye as Taehyung glared at you.

“Wow, and to think I helped with baking all these cinnamon rolls for you,” he huffs.

“How sweet of you,” You said in a sarcastic tone, though you really meant it.

“Aren’t I?” He smirks and looks over at you, “So, I’m gonna scratch out whatever you said earlier.”

“And what exactly did I say?”

“’Don’t feel obligated to act on anything’, is what you said,” He raises a brow and folds his arms, “Yeah, as if. It’s like you don’t even know me.”

“I just meant I didn’t want to fo—“ You start talking defensively, but you stop talking as soon as Taehyung cups your face with his hands.

“Well I want to act on it, and it’s my decision. I’ve been trying to give you hints these past couple of weeks, but since you never really caught on…” He chuckles, hands travelling down to your waist to pull you closer which causes your breath to hitch, “I like you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“How could I when all we ever do is annoy the crap out of each other?” You tell him, unable to help yourself from staring at his lips which were now eye-level with yours.

“What can I say? You’re pretty hot all riled up,” Taehyung smirks and earns himself a light punch on the chest, though it made you laugh nonetheless, “I’m sorry it’s just—I can’t lie. Are you staring at my lips? Does this mean you like me back?”

“Taehyung,” You looked back at him, using his first name for the first time, “I smelled you in my amortentia. Of course I like you.”

“Right. This is why the hat never considered me for Ravenclaw,” He mutters.

Taehyung places one of his hands on your chin and looks at you for any sign of hesitance. When he sees none, he smiles and pulls you in. Before you know it, your lips were crashed into the soft, pink ones you were staring at just a while ago. Maybe this is why the hat never considered you for Ravenclaw as well, because only now did all those “hints” make sense—all those nights staying up with you, keeping you company while you studied, all those accidental “run-ins”—they were all for you.

Breathing each other in, you could’ve sworn there might’ve been some freshly brewed amortentia lying around. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of him as you felt him smiling through the kiss prompting you to do the same. His lips tasted like sugar and cinnamon, probably from taste-testing all the cinnamon rolls he’d just baked, not that you were complaining. It was wonderful.

Taehyung finally pulls away with a small tug on his lips. The sight of your warm, red-tinted cheeks while you looked up at him was the prettiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

“Wanna disobey the fat lady’s password?”

That earned him another light punch, but no words of denial left your mouth.

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omgkalyppso · 3 years ago

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the hug you didn’t know you needed for claurenz or any other pairing you want? :D

(eyes emoji) OH! Thank you. I think this counts as canon compliant. Post timeskip. Wahoo.

"And I suppose the death threats don't concern you?" Lorenz added.

He drank some more from his cup. He seemed to think they were drinking together, and Claude put up as much of the illusion as he needed to. It was dark, except for the fire and the stars. Claude wasn't comfortable enough to drink, but it was because of the threat of battle and the promise of command (even with Seteth insisting he take a break) that he wasn't drinking, and not because of the death threats.

They weren't meant for him this time anyway. They were reserved for Adrestians: allies and captives who the threats called traitors to the Empire.

"They're from Hubert," Claude said plainly, stretching his hands back behind his head, winking at Lorenz. "His way of asking if we've executed them."

"Will you?" asked Lorenz.

"No!" Claude laughed once in affront. "When have you known me to be a fair weather friend? And the ones in chains only need to be confined for a few more weeks at most."

The end of the war was coming. After the Millennium Festival, everything had quickly started falling back into place. So many years of struggling to hold Leicester's nobility together, and placing his dreams on hold, had culminated in handful of significant victories. Peace here was in reach, and between his two homelands, it was in sight.

There was a time when Claude would have believed he'd been successful in holding himself apart; in using his friends for the realization of his purpose. He wasn't so sure anymore.

"That's a relief," Lorenz said, quietly lounging by the fire, throwing a fur upon the ground as he shifted closer to the glow. "I would hate to have to advocate the value of life, of our Adrestian friends, of the foolishness of killing anyone sought dead by the Emperor—" he yawned, the back of one hand covering his mouth, "—while the hour is so late."

"Is your noble disposition really going to allow you to sleep in the dirt?" Claude teased, drinking water that passed for wine.

"I am not sleeping," Lorenz said with closed eyes. "I am enjoying—" he snorted a laugh, and Claude giggled too, "—your company. Such as it is."

Claude furrowed his brow. "Are you watching me?"

"No one asked me to," Lorenz said softly, "but I figured ... if you were suffering my conversation, then you weren't sneaking back to look at maps and agreements. There's little to be done until the next battle."

He opened his eyes and Claude looked away, feeling flush in his face as Lorenz confessed, "It feels like some of the least that I can do, considering how you spared my father. I fear the time for fighting him has passed, which is good. It's a good thing. Although, now we will both have to navigate him when the war has ended, and he is a man who ever nurses a grudge..."

"Stubborn," Claude suggested.

"Mm, and what is a nobleman other than stubborn," Lorenz agreed.

"In my experience?" Claude teased. "Grating, repetitive, shrewd and..." Claude trailed off, having started by choosing words he felt could describe either himself or Lorenz, and then worried he risked saying too much.

Lorenz wrinkled his nose. "That was either a lazy barb or a wanting compliment. Neither your kindest, nor cruelest words said to me."

"Blame the wine," Claude lied, pulling himself to his feet. "And don't worry about me. I'm going to bed."

Lorenz stood to be some manner of level with Claude, though they were by the entrance to his tent and there was little need for it. Still, the gesture meant that Claude saw the weakness in his face, the exhaustion and the stress. He imagined he looked much the same.

"Lorenz. Everyone we've been traveling with, the nobles you've fought, the members of our war councils — they've all seen your strength, your forethought, your compassion. Don't let your father steal your voice when the war's over."

A pale hand raised between them; Lorenz shielding his face once more. Claude blinked in surprise as he realized Lorenz was on the verge of tears, and not dismissive pompous laughter like he'd been expecting; likely due to the wine. He hadn't meant to hit a nerve and tangle something so personal with his professional encouragement.

"I—" Lorenz blurted, but then the first tears fell, and he grabbed at the fabric on Claude's shoulders with hands like claws, huffing once in frustration as he pulled Claude into an embrace.

This was what he'd be leaving, the trust he'd be shattering, the hard-won affection he'd be losing. Almyra hadn't loved him in the years of his past and now didn't know him from any other Fodlan noble. The embrace told him that he wasn't in bad company, but it did make him worry that he'd never feel it again.

Lorenz was pulling back — this was obviously a mistake that he sought to rectify and to apologize for, but Claude held fast. Even if the embrace had sobered Lorenz, it had done the opposite for Claude.

Claude squeezed upon Lorenz in a gesture of comfort, since he dared not speak, and Lorenz's hands had relaxed, had carded through his hair, had soothed his sore and tired back. He melted into it, tilting his face to Lorenz's neck and breathing in the scent of fire, wine and floral cologne.

Every second of it was a torture. Claude had seen the way the others celebrated with embraces, the way they'd held hands in moments of despair. He'd grown closer to his friends' physical intimacy, but this just meant that he let Hilda touch his arm, or Leonie ruffle his hair, not that he was used to having a body wrapped around him.

He wished he could stay, in Lorenz's arms and forever, and hated that pulling away felt like practice — though if it was, the blush and amiable roll of the eyes he was met with eased his heart over any future partings.

"I'll expect you to honor that opinion," Lorenz said, still blushing but no longer distressed, and Claude could hardly remember what he was talking about. "And to listen to my apparently useful contributions, from time to time."

#claurenz #claude von riegan #lorenz hellman gloucester #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #long post #my writing #i made this #the fanfiction i mean #i tried to write it so it could be interpret as both ot4 compliant and not #you know where my brain is #which means ferdinand is a political prisoner /:#i barely read through this. hope errors are minimal

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jujutsu-headcanons · 4 years ago

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Team Tokyo First Years + Mario Kart headcanons

(Ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, you & commentary from Sukuna)

This disaster happened because Yuji was bored. Isn't this how most shenanigans at Jujutsu Tech start?

Yuji was going through old boxes he never unpacked. Yeah, it's been months. He's lazy.

He found this one that he didn't pack himself. He pulled it out of the storage closet when Gojo helped him move from Sendai to Tokyo and he just grabbed it

He wonders what's in it

Its mostly full of cords he has no idea what they go to, a couple of headphones and

uwu what's this

Oh my gOD IT'S HIS WII

This thing is 12 y/o he hadn't seen it in at least 6 does it even still work

Looks like the controllers and cords are here let's plug it in

IT WORKS

Oh god it's so old

Okay what games are there

Just Dance, Wii Sports, Mario Kart, Cooking Ma-

MARIO KART OH GOD THE NOSTALGIA

This was his absolute favorite game to play as a kid

Can you believe he's never played it with anyone else?

He's gotta get the gang here

He texts the group chat and proposes they have a game night

Surprisingly the students answer his text really quick; Gojo seems to be off doing who knows what

Megumi knocks and lets himself in. He's only here because he has nothing better to do. That and if he had ignored the text all Yuji would do is bang on the wall or worse- come to his door

Nobara barges in as usual- why is she carrying so much stuff

Guess who just got free LED lights for their room to "set the mood?"

Uhhh Nobara why are you wearing a tracksuit it's fucking Mario Kart

Oh she's very serious about this

At least she brought snacks

You didn't even read that Mario Kart was involved you just wanted to hang out with Yuji

Okay let's get started Megumi wants to go home even if he is enjoying the bonding time

Nobara curls up in Yuji's bed as if it's her own; Megumi picks a comfy spot on the floor with his back against the bed; Yuji chooses his beanbag chair; you pick [Yuji's lap, next to Megumi w/ your legs across his lap, cuddled up with Nobara]

While Yuji picks out the perfect playlist to play from his speakers, Nobara takes the liberty of going through the Wii.

She has to make herself a Mii it's a rule

This takes like thirty minutes by itself

She edits Yuji's Mii to look more like him (since he made it when he was about eight) and names it Himbo

She makes you a Mii while over-exaggerating your height (by making it very short or very tall) and names it Pookie

She makes Megumi a Mii real fast and names it Cranky BitchBoy

Yuji tells her to be nice

She changes it to Emo Sea Urchin

Good enough

After an hour passes, they're finally ready to play

Except Yuji only put batteries in one controller and he has no batteries

They tear his room apart before finally stealing batteries from his headphones and remotes

Nobara waits until now to announce she can only race with the steering wheel

....and Megumi prefers the nunchuck to motion controls are you fucking-

Yuji tears the box apart and manages to find a fucking steering wheel and a fucking nunchuck

Okay, can we start now?

Mario Kart: Wii!! Wahoo!

Alright; should we play teams or-

"It's bad enough I have to work with you guys in real life, no"

You and Nobara are on team red, the boys on team blue

She makes it very clear she's going to make them eat her dust

She didn't say it that way btw, that's the most polite way of putting it

Yuji chooses Waluigi because he's a meme and makes funny WAAAA noises

Megumi chooses Yoshi because he's a medium character. Medium characters have a field advantage because smaller characters get bumped around while larger characters have drag. Also-

Nobara chooses Daisy because "Damn they made her so thicc".

You choose [character]

Yuji is so eager to play he doesn't care what kart he chooses

Megumi takes forever to decide between a kart or bike and finally chooses the Sneakster

Nobara chooses the Mach Bike bc of how it makes her character look

You choose [cart/bike]

You four argue over what course to do

So you end up taking turns choosing

Nobara pauses halfway through the first race because her character won't fucking turn

Yuji insists it isn't the controller so they trade for one round

Its the controller

Upon further inspection, it was deemed that it looked like the controller had been soaked in some sort of juice

It was the grape soda incident of 2010

Okay gotta get a new controller

Okay it's fixed

Yuji forgot 1) he was player one and 2) he wasn't Yoshi (his normal character) and spent two laps staring at the wrong screen

He still finished 11th. Nobara finished 7th, you finished 3rd and Megs finished 2nd

Yuji ended up catching up really fast until he started showing Nobara tips

See Nobara claimed she knew everything about the game

So Yuji showed her how to flick the remote when she jumped and how to hold the go button down when the countdown was at 2

She rlly did leave him in the dust

Yuji and Nobara lean their whole bodies with the controller while Megumi sits completely still

Nobara gets way into this game I stg she screams and yells and kicks her feet I hate it

She tries to bump your and Yuji's controllers to throw you off

"Noba-chan, I'm on your team"

"I don't give a fUCK STOP BEATING ME"

"IM ON YOUR TEAM"

"AHHHHHHHH"

Slap fight ensues

At some point, Toge comes and knocks on the door because he can hear the screaming from all the way down the hall

"Are you guys...okay?" -Inumaki language

Nobara just complains, so he leaves

You and Megumi are so fucking good at this game

Nobara starts targeting you two with shells until she realizes you're on her team and they don't hurt you

"Truce?"

All you can do is sigh

At some point, Sukuna comes out

He thinks he's a sports commentator

He announces every little thing, like when someone falls or gets shelled

Which always makes Yuji look away from his screen

Sukuna proceeds to bully Yuji for running into walls, falling off, etc.

You laugh but quit when Yuji pouts

Nobara doesn't stop laughing

Despite Yuji being an idiot and having to be carried by Megumi, blue team wins

Nobara throws her controller and screams some more

Yuji breaks out into hysterics for some reason

Megumi sighs. He gets ready to go home but-

"Sit down Fushiguro that was just a warm-up round"

Okay, fine, he'll just beat her again

Nobara pulls you and Yuji to the side

"We gotta beat Fushiguro"

Yuji was bribed with food

No teams this time

"Let's do Rainbow Ro-" "NO"

Daisy's Circuit it is

"Hey Yuu-chan can I play a song"

"Sure name-chan"

"Hey Alexa play Move Bitch by Ludacris"

AHAHAHHAHAHA MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

This is Nobara's song. She is invincible with this song.

Maybe it really was a warm-up round, Nobara is doing much better this time

She's in first place

It looks like Megumi is getting bored, he's falling back, losing his lead

Now if his calculations are correct, when you're in last place you're more likely to get-

Bingo

"Kugisaki, do you love me?"

"What the fuck, are you going soft on me Fushigu- don't you fucking dare"

"Goodbye Kugisaki"

"STOP STOP HOW DO I AVOID A BLUE SHELL ITADORI"

"YOU CAN'T YOU'RE FUCKED"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK"

Nobara doesn't finish the race due to the fact she is throwing a temper tantrum. She throws her controller so hard she breaks the wheel, controller and puts a dent in the wall

He hides it with a poster btw

Megumi wins.

"Avenge me, name-chan"

"Noba-chan we have one last race we can still beat him"

Nobara is PUMPED

Oh my god when no was looking Megumi chose Rainbow Road

Okay pause

Whoever falls off the most is gonna be the person who fell of the least's bitch for the week

Sinister laughing ensues

In conclusion: Yuji is now your bitch

Yujikuna gets bitchslapped for making dirty remarks

Nobara is the first to tap out due to lack of controller and ends up feeding you chips while you race

You tap out and end up snuggling with Nobara as the boys pull out another game that's two player

You two fall asleep while watching them bicker over which way to go

Megumi pauses the game and the boys just end up scrolling through their phones and talking-

-Until Yuji falls asleep in the beanbag chair

Finally, Megumi can go back to his room...

...Except, you three are so cute

Its kinda like a sleepover

Y'know, he doesn't hate you guys

He's just really bad at emotions

Should he stay

Yuji does have another beanbag he can crash on

...He'll just say he fell asleep going through Twitter or something

Goodnight... Friends

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wwilloww · 4 years ago

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spiderman | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Smuttish? Halloween Au.

Rating: Explicit.

WC: 700

Warnings: Alcohol. Mentions of genitalia. Kissing. Writer Who Doesn’t Know What They’re Writing About.

A/N: Happy Halloweeeeen! Wahoo! a quick, unedited request drabble. The only spiderman I’ve ever seen was a cartoon version when my baby brother was little and obsessed with him. So I had to watch a youtube clip. Here’s my best shot.

“What on earth are you doing.”

“I’m spiderman,” the graveled voice murmurs. “Hero of heroes.”

You’d stepped out into the alleyway, just for a moment. Behind you, the voices of your friends - and many a stranger - fade until the slow hinge of the door finally shuts, leaving you with the sounds of rain splattering against the concrete and cars splashing by on the street.

All of this, to clear your head. But instead of blissful silence, you find a young man in a spiderman suit hanging upside from the fire escape, knees hooked over the bar of a ladder.

Someone flicks on a light above you and suddenly the figure before you is illuminated.

“Spiderman, hm.” You step closer. “I thought I saw a familiar face darting around the party inside. I think I have a stalker.”

You’d seen him tonight. Noticed him. Had heard his laughter echo like something dearly familiar through your friend’s kitchen when someone made a joke. Had watched as he let loose on the dance floor with another man dressed as Wolverine and one in a sexy nurse’s costume, leg hair fully embraced.

And you’d thought he’d noticed you too, his masked face turned towards you when you’d jumped on the kitchen counter, singing and toasting a bottle of rum when your favorite song came on. A hand offered as you jumped down from the counter, only for him to disappear back into the crowd of masked figures.

You can tell he’s smiling through the mask.

“I was just in the neighborhood.”

“You’re amazing,” you play along, adding your own ad libs. “Hanging upside down like that for so long. The blood must really just rush to your head like this. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“It’s only uncomfortable when it’s rushing to another head.”

You can’t help but snort, and he giggles too, his body shaking before you. You’re standing close enough that you can hear his breathing calm after the laughter runs through him. Silence falls between you as you stare on at the masked stranger, until he cuts in.

“So. I’ll be honest, I climbed up here to try out the whole spiderman thing but now that I’m up here, I’m actually a little stuck - so, unless you’re here to play out the rest of the scene, I’d really love some help getting down.”

“The rest of the scene?” you prompt, a teasing note in your tone.

“Yeah, you know…” You raise an eyebrow. “You know, where you pull the mask down a little bit…” You reach out, and his breathing hitches as you let your fingers skate over his neck until they catch the bottom of the mask. “Just to the bottom of my nose…” You pull it down, just as he’s directed, to reveal a chiseled jaw and pink, full lips. “And then you lean in, and-”

You press your lips to his.

He melts against your touch, the two of you pressing close. His lips move against you, searching, slow, and ever so gentle. You press your hands to his face, the rain trickling down around your hands. It’s like floating on a buoy, kissing him, the push and pull of the waves bringing you back and forth, drawing you out to sea. Has kissing a stranger ever been this hypnotizing?

You pull back, cheeks flushed with warmth, heart pounding in your chest, the hint of an unbridled smile pulling at your lips.

His half-unmasked face is grinning back at you.

“Well, I’d say they should have hired us for the movie if we’re going to have that much chemistry right off the bat.”

You laugh, covering your smile with your hand.

“Well thank you, Spiderman, for saving an almost boring night.”

“How about you return the favor?”

“Hm?”

“Help me down? Please?” You laugh. “And I’ll be sure to show you just how well I can kiss right side up and with full use of my hands.”

m.list

come say hi

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #halloween au #jungkook drabble

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borom1r · 3 years ago

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I'm also having a terrible day, whaddaya know! Your posts have a way of making me feel better, so could we get some thots on Amanda + her relationships?

Also: how would your fursona (of your choice) react to being put in a saw trap (assuming they survived)?

aww dude wtf;;;; yea im totally down for discussin Mandy HCs!!! sorry yr havin a shit day too gfhh

UGGHF I don’t have serious Mandy meta in me cuz it makes me Sad but i also just. don’t talk abt the Mandy/Laura/Pamela/Lynn polycule that lives in my head alongside the Fuck-Off Big SAW Polycule???

which I think starts post SAW II w/ Laura, bc i like to think that would be the catalyst for Amanda going “actually, Jigsaw is bullshit” (Laura dying/in this case almost dying in her arms, Xavier throwing her into a pit of dirty syringes when Nothing Is Up To Chance, JOHN ENDANGERING AN INNOCENT CHILD— A CHILD THAT AMANDA DEVELOPS A LEGITIMATE BOND WITH?????????) and I think expands to include Lynn after Laura encourages Amanda to reach out to Adam to help her move past some of that guilt she’d been carrying re: the bathroom.

touching on Adam&Amanda in this situation, i do think it’s a bit of a shock to Amanda how easily he forgives her but like especially after she tells him about the nerve gas house + what woke her up to John’s bullshit it’s like. Yeah of course he forgives her. It’s even more of a shock to her w/ Daniel but like. she was traumatized and used and neither of them blame her for that, especially not after she shows she’s changed. (EDIT: i got caught up playing MK11 and i need u guys to picture Adam and Amanda playing MK3 on his old playstation. you know theyd both love the fatalities but Amanda is actually good at pulling them off)

OOHGJK FURTHER SIDETRACKING to say in general i rlly appreciate the Amanda&Lawrence friendship whether disciples or not, but i think Diana would LOVE Mandy. she warms up to Amanda quicker than w/ some bc Daniel is obviously very close with Amanda, n it helps to know that Mandy is Big Bro Approved— where m going with this is once everyone’s kind of settled into this giant-ass mess of a found family Diana ABSOLUTELY calls her “Aunt Mandy” to her face and Amanda fucking-

anyways back on track: I think in this scenario she meets Lynn through Lawrence bc now neither of them are there to help John with his bullshit so she winds up left out of Jeff’s trial — i think quite honestly BECAUSE she and Amanda (and Laura) are at least close friends by that point. it would be an incredibly bold fucking move to kidnap her when the slowly growing squad of torture victims who would do Anything for each other now includes a member who knows where you live. Watch Out, Bitch (John).

and while I think Amanda n Laura develop relatively quickly into a romantic relationship, it takes Lynn longer (especially since it’s not Just Amanda) but eventually she does get there. and its what Lynn deserves, to be loved so much n so fully.. oof.

Pamela is the last addition (funnily enough coinciding w/ William joining the Big Main Polycule (William Easton, My Beloved)) and I think she comes out of things a lot more shaken than she likes to let on— almost watching your brother get melted with fucking acid will do that. it’s smthn i plan to touch on in my text game that i swear to god i AM still working on, just slowly, but i think becoming friends w/ Pamela is something very cathartic for Mandy. not only bc she is just so much more blunt than Laura or even Lynn and can give Mandy the kind of rude wake-up she needs to snap out of her self-deprecation, but bc this is probably the first time Mandy’s had a close friend (+ soon to be girlfriend!) who is Also a trans lesbian.

Mandy specifically is nonbinary (she uses she/her + it/its due to trauma; based off my own experiences n reasons for using it/its pronouns, wahoo) while Pamela is a trans woman, but I do think it’s very healing for Mandy to be around someone who can recognize her struggles + her perspective, and may not perfectly understand but still can more so than someone cis (not that Laura and Lynn don’t make the effort, just that it’s different). especially because I think coming out is not something she ever felt safe to do with John and speaking with Pamela kind of solidifies her reasoning. in that William’s traps were so heavily focused on the destruction of his body because he’s trans and it’s a body he built, and oh, god, wonder what that would’ve meant for her. would her gender be a sign she wasn’t appreciating her life properly? any potential desire to transition yet another sign of mortal sin?

it’s an easy spiral to go down but one Pamela is very quick to drag her out of. because no, no matter what some old fuck with a god complex says, Amanda living her best, happiest life should not result in the death penalty and Pamela will absolutely gut him if he tries to come near Mandy. she definitely says this in front of Laura at least once + Laura just looks up from painting her nails like “me too! ☺️” with the cheeriest smile. nobody knows what she was in jail for and honestly even Mandy is a little worried to find out. Laura is the sweetest person she knows + she has no doubt Laura would tear the world apart to protect all three of them. it’s a little frightening in an extremely good way.

———

AYO. BFBSJFHSH funny u ask bc Adz is literally based off Adam n Lawrence mashed together (n his boyfriend, Sen, is based off Eric + Strahm) so like!!

i will take th opportunity to dish abt his non-proto form bc it’s a species i might actually develop a lil? hehe;; (what little i have ironed out now is tht their meat/blood/fleshy bits like inside their mouth + to a certain extent their bones + teeth are bioluminescent + they navigate via echolocation. they’ve got hedgehog-like spines thru their fur which raise when they’re threatened (not unlike a dog’s hackles). they get a lot of sensory information thru their mouths but where most examples wld just lick stuff if they knew it was safe/smell w/ their mouths open for extra information, Adz will just str8 up bite things no hesitation) — where I’m Finally goin w this is that in this form, rather than combat like his normal Protogen version, this Adz lost his leg to poachers (think fucked up futuristic bear traps). so like, not entirely unlike a SAW trap

i think depending on the trap Adz wld either do REALLY well or really shit. bc he has little to no regard for his own safety (he essentially clawed his own leg off) so like, if he was by himself in a Venus fly trap scenario I think he could definitely do something like cut out his own tongue. but I don’t think he’d be able to directly hurt someone like Amanda did— he may be able to pull through in the end like Lawrence did if it’s not hands on, but up close and personal? no. and he definitely couldn’t compete. if he was up against other people he’d just back down and let them win; at least, before meeting Sen. his self-worth improves after he and Sen begin their friendship, so if he had someone to get back home to he’d be a cut-throat little monster.

as far as the aftermath, I don’t think it’d really bother him tbqh. he’s extremely good at compartmentalization, but his paranoia would absolutely get worse + I can imagine him breaking down alone. just not in front of Sen (if he’s in the picture)

#ask #THANK U!!!!!

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years ago

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Ok so its 2:30 am and im going feral over syndicate au

After they “officially” (or as official as they can be at least) hire jekyll as their chemist things are somewhat awkward between henry and jacob for a bit. With the other people henry can be professional and friendly towards but jacob was literally the one introducing him to all of this. Via a one-night-stand

Except that attraction between them is obviously there?? Like they (probably) wouldnt have done the wahoo with eachother if it wasnt there, so all theres left is for them to get to know eachother. And they do slowly get to know eachother through meetings, and business exchanges where jacob tries to flirt and henry is flustered but not too flustered to laugh, and then they start talking outside work and then before they know it theyre back to making out except this time theyre SOBER and they decide it means something. And then BOOM, boyfriends

And then jacob thinks hes funny, and the kidnappings start happening

Also i would to know how jacob would react to the big reveal that jekyll = hyde. Personally im a big fan of “oh wow my beloved youre genuinely an insane person :) thats cool tho. Love you lots xoxo”

Hey dude. You know what I was... Is it called daydreaming if I did it to go to sleep? Either way you know what I was imagining over and over and over when trying to go to sleep?

Exactly this.

I can imagine Henry being so incredibly awkward around the other assassins and especially Jacob at first. After all, Jacob was a one-night-stand and all other assassins wanted him dead (he assumes) but he quickly befriends Evie and Greenie because he is as social as a puppy and is just as likable as one. But he keeps a distance from Jacob because he finds the entire situation incredibly uncomfortable and especially after what happened with Robert. He doesn't want to get hurt like that again and even if his heart slowly, slowly is letting go of Robert and willingly opens itself up again, he desperately tries to lock it away and make sure he isn't too close to Jacob. Jacob, who probably is a person to fall head-over-heels with persons he just met and especially if they have even shagged (he literally fell in love with two of his enemies after 1-2 meetings, canonically, one being a gal and one being a lad) is probably quite hurt by Jekyll taking a distance but he still tries. Hence the flirting, hence still trying to get to know Henry.

A few months pass, maybe. Henry gets used to working for the assassins, he spends most of his free time on the train because he can escape both Lodgers and friends alike and just... Relax. Even if he spends most of his time there, and even if he tries to get away from Jacob to not end up more hurt, he just can't. He keeps getting pulled into those handsome eyes and those flirty jokes and he just can't deny that he is feeling something for Jacob, and Jacob notices. Suddenly Greenie and Evie are gone on an emergency mission and Jacob and Henry are alone on the train. Perhaps Jacob would offer Henry some whiskey, perhaps they would just sit around and talk on one of the couches. Perhaps Jacob would slowly inch his way closer and Henry would pretend not to notice. Suddenly Jacob's hand is on his thigh and Henry's breath hitches, his face shots up to meet Jacob's gaze and their noses brush together. They are alone, Jacob takes his chance, and so softly he presses their lips together. Nowhere near as hungrily as their first meeting and nowhere near as possessively as during their shag. It's soft, it's adoring, and Henry can't help but melt into it. He doesn't want to but something in him feels safe with Jacob, much safer than he had ever felt with Robert, much more loved than he had ever felt by Robert, yet he quickly falls back to reality when Jacob's hand moves-- maybe not even up his thigh, maybe he just accidentally nudged it-- and Henry places his hands on Jacob's chest and breaks off. So many thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head, yet all he can feel is how his heart clenches so violently and everything in him is screaming stop, stop, go back, you are ruining it, all while it's also screaming run, run, don't look back, don't let yourself get hurt again.

Henry stands up, Jacob follows as Henry begins to panic so slightly. He is apologizing profusely, he is saying that Jacob please shouldn't take this personally, it's just... He can't handle this right now, he's sorry, Jacob did nothing wrong but Henry just isn't ready for it. Right as Henry is about to leave the train, Jacob stops him. He asks what he did wrong, or what's making Henry panic so. Henry stops, for a moment, takes a deep breath, and tells him that he just... Does not know what Jacob wants from him, and he has been hurt by pretend-relationships enough that he doesn't want to experience that again. Jacob tells him that he actually likes him, he would like to have an actual relationship with him sometime, if that would be something Henry would want and would be comfortable with. Henry pauses, another deep breath, and finally, he just says that... He needs to think about it. Please give him some space, he will give him a letter once he has gotten to think things through, he is sorry for being difficult but it's just... So, so much for him and after what he has been through. It's nothing personal, he assures Jacob, yet both of them just feel so, so hurt as Henry waits for the nearest train station and leaves. It's in the middle of the night, yet he is trudging his way back to the Society alone. Jacob debates following him, just to make sure he gets home safely, but doesn't.

Maybe it takes a few days, maybe some weeks, maybe even months, but soon, when Jacob enters the train after a particularly foul mission, Evie has a letter for him. "Jekyll came by and told me to give it to you", she says. Jacob could not grab it any faster, hastily tells her some weak excuse before excusing himself to his personal train compartment. He sits on his bed, he takes a deep breath, and he opens the wax seal of the letter-- so formal and official, he thinks. He wonders what Jekyll has told him, what news he is about to get. He can't deny that he likes him and that he likes him a lot. More than he liked Pearl. More than he ever liked Maxwell. What he feels for Henry feels good and real and he just feels miserable at the thought that Henry might not feel the same.

He opens the letter; the actual text and paper are just as "official" and formal as the actual wax seal and letter fold.

And then he reads it.

And the first thing Henry does, no surprise, is apologizing, and Jacob feels his blood run cold. But then he continues to read, and Henry is explaining why he was so scared. He has been hurt before, his last boyfriend treated him like a side piece that he just threw away and they had known each other for two years and it has affected Henry a lot. He apologized for being difficult, but he is willing to try out a relationship if Jacob is still up for it, and if he is just willing to take it slow and be patient with Henry.

And Jacob, of course, is willing to be patient. He is willing to wait for Henry because he likes him.

At the end of the letter, Henry asks Jacob to meet him in his office somewhere during the evening; he will keep the window open.

And Jacob does come.

And they get to talk it all out, they get to set some boundaries and actually talk about what they want out of all of this. Obviously ends with Jacob embracing Henry in a way only lovers can, and loads and loads of kisses.

Look, I'm just... So soft for this ship, ok? And now I have an excuse to ramble on about it bc more people actually ship them through this au and I love it.

ALso realized I completely forgot the last part heeh <3

So far, I have imagined the assassin crew (Jacob, Evie, Greenie) needing Henry for something but they see this... This blond gremlin breaking into his office. They immediately think of cornering him and questioning him about why he is breaking into Henry's office, except they enter at exactly the wrong time and manages to catch the transformation as Hyde turns back into Jekyll. They all stare in horror and yet Jacob doesn't hesitate to immediately run forward and cradle Henry; spitting and trying to keep himself from vomiting as all that slime and goop comes out of his mouth and eyes. Henry coughs, he manages to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is the assassins and Jacob's face. He coughs again, he presses out a panicked smile, and the only thing he says is "oh fuck."

Jacob, without even thinking about it, immediately helps Henry to gather himself and clean himself off of the slime, Evie and Greenie are just standing on the sidelines unsure of what to do. Finally, Henry is rested against a cabinet and his breathing is calmer, and he manages to explain everything. Yeah, he was really depressed a few years ago and he thought there were things that were horribly wrong with him so he wanted to get rid of that. Except he accidentally personified all of that "bad" stuff and now that person is Edward Hyde. Jacob would definitely be... Slightly concerned, but would very much be like "oh so you are slightly insane and also halfly schizophrenic? Ahaha is no big deal I still love u darling xoxo"

...Y'all think Jacob would start flirting with Hyde too after that?

Honestly! I very much like all kinds of confessions when it comes to the Jekyll/Hyde reveal, so? Gimme all your thoughts, I crave them all. I just love the angsty routes <3

#eheheheh <3 #deliefdevanmijnleven #ask #banshees au #syndicate crossover au #banshees faves

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squidsy24 · 5 years ago

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Please Be Here

A Good Omens bus ride that I made and am proud of enough to post here

Wahoo

Aziraphale lost track of what was exactly happening after he separated from Madam Tracy. He was there for it all and responsive but sitting on the bus next to Crowley caused everything that had happened in the past couple hours to come in waves. Was Crowley even there with him? He knew his bookshop was gone, now in ashes to never return. Even the clothes on his back weren't his when he thought about it. So was his best friend still here after it all, or did he too burn up with the demon's bentley? Aziraphale had to be sure he had to know that SOMETHING of his still was his, still HERE, so without much thought otherwise he reached his hand out over the demons. The angel looked at the demon who, dispite the darkness of both the sunglasses and the night sky, maintained a gaze out the window that was so focused that surely a touch wouldn't stir him too much. Right? He didn't stop himself he reached out and took hold of Crowley's hand that was resting on his thigh and let out a deep exhale he is here I didn't loose him at the end of this. HE IS HERE. The etheral being felt one of the weights lift off his shoulders, and still refused to let go of the hand he now clutched has hard as he could without hurting his friend

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Upon the hand reaching out Crowley lost all train of thought he had. All the debates of: What will he say about Ligur? When did I last clean? Will he even want to stay with me? were now lost. Because the look Azirphale had on his face was one of a broken being full of remorse and lost as if all his hope that heaven still cared had been set a flame. Crowley supposed in the end it did. "Are you okay Angel?" Crowley said maintaining the same soft expression he had since he and the Angel had been alone. "No. No my dear boy I'm actually quite tried. Do you by chance have a place I could sleep? At your flat of course." That was it. Thats what changed Crowleys face though only for a second. Sleep? since when does Aziraphale sleep? He has only slept the equvalant of 24 years in all 6000 that we have been here. It was true Azriaphale only slept on the rarest of occasions things like Y2K or other times when humans got extremely hysterical and he couldn't deal with the nonsense. Crowley knew it something was wrong. Something was VERY wrong. He needed to be here. He needed to be here for his best friend a title he has now accepted as his for the past hundreds of years. So with that thought came a brand new bedroom in his condo, it was a king sized mattress and the room had a single bookshelf that had most every book Aziraphale had given him, along with a nice chair with lamp placed behind it and a tartan blanket slung over the arm of it. "you know I think a whole room is currently being dusted off as we speak" Crowley cracked a small smirk and looked down at his hand still in Zira's fingers carefully interlaced. Had they always been like that? to be honest with himself Crowley didn't care he was just happy to see the angel agian. "We still have a while til we get to London if you feel the need to rest you can lean on me. If you want, probably more comfortable." Zira flexed back on his shoulders slightly before responding back with " Would you be okay with that?". Rather then saying the obvious 'of course would be fine angel, I wouldn't have offered other wise" Crowley thought aganist it and instead squeezed Aziraphales hand and said "I'll wake you when we get there". The angel took the answer as a yes and placed his head on the demons shoulder refuseing to let go of his hand as if he would leave the second he did.

--1 Hour Later--

Crowley doesn't remember when Aziraphale exactly changed positions on him and moved so that Crowleys arm was wrapped around him and his left arm was under his head on the demons shoulder and his right was slung around his torso. Quite frankly Crowley's brain was short circuting still. KNOWING it was real but believeing it too good to be true. At this point Crowley and Aziraphale were still 15 minutes away from Crowley's flat because of a small non fatal accident between two cars both that had a Mr. and Mrs. Jonson in it, they were not it the same car. As luck would turn out the Angel sleeping caught the attention of one of the fellow bus riders who thought it smart to tell Crowley this " You two make an adorable couple God Bless you both" Crowley, whose face was nothing if not filled with adoration for the angel in his arms froze the bus rider then thought it best to appologise and flee to the front seat Did God really do any of this? Burn down his shop? Discorporate him? Make Him tolorate SHADWELL for hours? Ruin everything he holds dear to him? thats when it hit Crowley. God didn't take him. Crowley MEAN'T something more then friendship to the angel. That had to be it right? you don't just cuddle your best friend the way said best friend cuddled the body pillow he ' bought on accident'. With that thought Crowley then began to stroke up Aziraphale's arm trying to wake the angel gentle, so as he wouldn't be shocked when he woke up.

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Aziraphale was calmly pulled out of a very helpful dream to find himself clutching on to a supposed occult being. But he wasn't, at least not with him, NEVER with him. Crowley had always been good to him. Maybe it was still some of Madam Tracy in his head but something about this moment made him say it " I, Crowley I think I'm in love with you, cause just, Yes I am." Aziraphale lifted his head and took off the shocked Crowley's glasses and looked into his eyes "Anthony J. Crowley, I am in love with you, and I'm sorry I never told you before I've known sinc-" the Angel was cut off by Crowley reaching out with his right hand to cup his cheek. They both sat there like that for what felt like a century condensed into a moment that was cut off by Crowley's lips on the Aziraphale's. Crowley then pulled away and started " I love yo-". Aziraphale knew the end of that sentence and so he lost no time in grabing Crowley and kissing him. This one was nothing like the last one this wasn't a ' you go to fast for me moment' it was a ' we just stopped the apocolapse and 2 hours ago I had a fake senace worker scream at me to just kiss you and tell you everything' kind of kiss the kind that dispite being at their location the bus driver waited calmly till they could even think properly.

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Crowley thought it best that the mystreious room in the flat go back to where it came from but the shelf and blanket stayed and was now looking at HIS angel carefully wrapped in the bottoms of a pair of black silk pajamas ,dispite being able to miracle his own, with the tartan abomanation wrapped around him going into the details of how tomorrow would occur according to Agnes who just so happened to be in his dream. By the end of the careful planning the two had already exchanged mulitiple kisses and touches just to ensure that the other was truely there even though they knew. They both knew it all in there hearts.

--FIN--

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bakerstreethound · 5 years ago

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Darkness Calls

Pairing: Rey x fem!reader

Warnings: Contains some spoilers for TROS, violence, swearing, smut (female receiving-fingering), mentions of pain/ anxiety, also some Finnpoe (Stormpilot) vibes!

Summary: reader has harbored her feelings for Rey for some time and shares a vision of Rey’s dark path.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 2,255

A/N: So I saw TROS today and have mixed feelings about it but like Dark Rey oh my gosh, need I say more! Also this is my first time writing this type of relationship and I cut the smut short (please don’t be mad!) and the vision is in italics. Anyways, this is also a late Christmas present for my lovely friend @pandaqueen7799 Please don’t die too much! *gif not mine*

You had been friends with Rey as long as you both could remember. Both of your days spent out in the hot blistering deserts of Jakku wiping the sweat off each other’s brows as you’d scrounge for spare parts. You could both only hope that there would be enough for even a morsel of a meal. Then finally, like a blessing from heaven, a fighter pilot from the resistance swept you both from the sand dusted banks of the desolate wasteland and soared you both into the sky. Now years later, both of you were still fighting and Leia was still so sure victory was on the horizon.

You signed as you listened to the bickering of Poe and Finn rolling your eyes as you gunned down the ty fighters coming your way.

“Do you mind lifting up for a second, I’ve got four behind me coming at full speed.”

“On it,” Poe’s voice ran through your comm, sure and steady as he could be, though his heart was racing.

Chewie roared in agreement from above and you smirked. If only Rey were here to see this disaster, you briefly thought focusing your mind back to gunning down six more First Order ships.

Boom

“Nice shot!”

“Wahoo! All down, Poe. She got them all,” Finn said excitedly, but it was short lived.

“Guys, don’t get your hopes up just yet, we have an entire fleet heading our way,” you huffed resituating your position. Stars above how will we all make it through alive without her on board?

Poe spoke quickly. “We have to go lightspeed.”

“What the hell you mean jump light speed, that’s insane-woah!” Finn sounded panicked. “Why are we doing this! Rey is going to kill us.” The Falcon jostled.

“Well Rey isn’t here now, isn’t she?” Poe spat back. Chewie groaned in agreement with Finn. You could only imagine the look Poe was casting them both. He sounded so very stressed. Within a few moments you gunned down four more First Order fighters right as Poe warped four times, giving you a massive headache, and yet managing to obliterate the remaining fleet. With less than a smooth landing, you all clammored out of the ship, greeted by the cheers of the Resistance members.

“Some hell of a ride,” Finn came up from behind, clasping his hand on your shoulder grinning.

You smirked as Poe emerged from the cockpit sighing in relief.

“It really was,” you agreed, pulling out of Finn’s grasp,to greet the pilot. “But maybe work on a better landing sometime,” you snickered pulling Poe in for a hug.

“No thanks to you. You held them all off like it was just one warship.” Poe cast a smile, pride lighting his features as he pulled back, releasing you from the embrace.

“Well I did learn from the best.”

“Yes you did indeed,” Finn piped up. “Now allow me to take you to Rey.” Your stomach coiled in a melding of fear and anxiety. Those words, that person. Her face, her hair, the last Jedi. And what were you? Nothing but an abandoned child of a scrapper left good for dead. Rey was all that, but a Jedi. You couldn't compare.

“Right then,” Poe cleared his throat following you and Finn off the Falcon. “I need to talk to BB-8 anyways.”

You smiled as he walked away, greeted by the flurries of the little orange and white droid who bumped into his legs excitedly.

“Sure, that’s totally what he’s going to do. That or he’s planning on proposing.” You rolled your eyes as Finn lead the way into the brush, the trees sheltering you both from the crystal sky.

“P-propose?” he tensed letting the words sink in as you both trekked deeper into the heart of the forest. The birds were silent as if the whole place were meditating. You felt the calm wash over you in small waves, embracing you with comfort.

“I’m just joking, but I see the way he looks at you and you reciprocate.”

“I-I do not.”

“Keep telling yourself that, my friend cause one day-”

“Shhh,” Finn pressed a finger to his lips, “she’s here.”

Oh and what a sight it was. Sitting in the middle of the clearing, her crystal blue eyes closed, her face contorted into intense concentration. You wondered if she was biting her lip or imagining something else. Like her force dyad with Kylo. You cringed a quiet hiss of frustration leaving your lips. Finn’s comm fizzled to life and he turned to you whispering, “they need me back at base. I’ll let you take it from here. I’m surprised she hasn’t-”

“Just go, Finn I’ll- we’ll be alright.”

As soon as the crunching of his boots ceased you let out a sigh of relief. Finally you could greet your dearest friend.

“I thought he’d never leave,” her weary voice startled you. Was there another disturbance? What the hell is it this time? You couldn’t bear to leave her with these burdens alone.

“You know how he is. He’s a momma bear. Always ready to fight for those he loves.”

She turned towards you, her legs still crossed a faint smile graced her lips as she gazed upon you.

“I know how he is, but he never ceases to surprise us all.”

You closed your eyes, inhaling the pine of the woods, grateful for the calm that surrounded you in a cocoon. So it was her you felt, her energy embracing you right as you stepped foot into the forest, feeling for even the briefest of moments no stress or anxiety. You felt her, her soul, her essence and she guided her towards you...her home.

“You surely can’t mean that,” you choked, on the verge of whispering. “Not me, say it isn’t true.”

Rey unfolded her legs, bringing herself to the ground planting her feet.“Oh you can’t deny what we feel this-this force between us.” She took a step forward, cornering you right into a tree. Sparks of heat tingled inside you right to your very core, Your legs trembled, and suddenly you were very grateful for the tree.

“You have to trust me. There is a bond between us. I feel it. I know you do too so stop-” she pleaded, her eyes filled with remorse.

“Kylo shares that with you, not me!”

“More or less, but that doesn't mean,” Rey was now pressed up against you her heart thumping wildly, “that ours isn’t any less capable and possibly more powerful.” She cupped your cheek with her hand and everything went dark.

In an instant you felt pain, anxiety quelled from within you. You wanted to scream yet nothing came out, then a flash of red slashed across you vision. It was like watching yourself making the worst decision of your life.

Somebody help me! Don’t leave me!

Mother!

Don’t worry we’ll come for you.

Stay strong my love.

The force lives within you.

******

You gasp, finding yourself in a snowy forest, trees covered with sheets of ice. Not a tree rustles, silent sentries that awaiting something, or someone. A hiss sounds, the pulse of a lightsaber close to your ear. It’s heat radiates off of you, far from the calm soothing nature you were cocooned in what felt like eons ago.

“Join me and we can rule this galaxy together. Then you’ll know where true power lies!” a maniacal voice ring out and a figure cloaked in black approaches, double red saber swirling, sparks flying as the trees trembled with each step the figure took.

“I know you want to join me. Take my hand and it will be as it always was.”

This unmistakable voice. Surely it can’t be, you thought before you fall to your knees before her. “Rey?” You tremble reaching for her extended hand, her lightsaber resting dangerously close to you ear as you rose standing before her. “You have already chosen, don’t deny any of it. We shall rule upon the Throne of the Sith, take our place as Empresses of the new Empire,” she smiles. And I shall make you mine forever.

“What ever do-do you mean?” You gulp, trying desperately not to think of the beauty before you. Her tall lean figure, shrouded in black, saber burning with the heat you felt growing within yourself.

She snaps her fingers and you’re in what seems to be a throne room. Dark cracks line the walls of the cavern the circular seats surrounding it making it look like that of a coliseum. Statues stand guard their stone faces grave and shrouded in the traditional Sith robes. Rey saunters towards the dark column rising from the middle of the room, it’s darkened spokes forming into what appeared a crown. As she walks up the steps, you can hear her confidence building and only when she finally falls onto the throne do you realize you had been staring at her arse the entire time.

“Like something you see, my dark one?”

All you can offer is a nod.

“Then by all means, come up here at once. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Your own confidence seems to surge as you sauntered up the steps. Rey’s eyes narrow and you can see her foot begin to fidget a little. You bite your lip in order to hide the smile you so want to show her.

“Mistress of Sith, to what do I owe thy summons?” You had made your way to her, bowing deeply.

“You. Come,” she gestures with her index finger and you can hear the pulse of the saber fade. You’re both cloaked in darkness, but you swear you can see flames glowing from each other’s eyes.

In a flash, you rush up to the throne, pressing her beneath you as you pepper her body with kisses, latching on to her neck, sucking gently. She groans, reaching a hand up to finger your breast, its nipple hardening under her touch. Your bodies shuddered as you ripped off the shirts and you discarded her Sith robe with as much heated reverence as possible. She devours your lips, running her tongue across begging for entrance. You grant it to her, battling for dominance and you prevail for a moment until she tugs down your pants, inserting two fingers into you wet folds. You let out a groan of pleasure your hips practically aching for more friction. She grants it to you as you ride them, grazing your hands down her back, until your release.

“Rey,” you whine. She bites her lip, thrusting them into you once again your hands trailing down her exposed torso down to her hips. Frantically you remove her belt, and she holds in a breath as you slide them down, her fingers still inside of you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Rey.”

“Oh my Empress, there’s no such time for chatter,” she smirks using the force to tear up her pants. “Now you see? Don’t make it too difficult for your-” she screams as you inserted three fingers into her, pumping in and out relentlessly, her juices coating your fingers with their delicious warmth. You brought them to your mouth sighing. “Mmm you’re so delectable. Maybe it’s time we-”

******

You jolted forward panting heavily. What the hell was that? The forest was as green as you had remembered, but now it was devoid of life and the person you needed to see. It didn’t take long for you to find her beneath a fallen tree, but you couldn’t be certain if she was breathing or not.

“Rey. Rey?” Stars above you were trembling, shaking even as you brought your leg beneath her stumbling while trying to support her. “Stars above, Rey stay with me please. I can’t lose you too. I just can’t. I-

“Did that actually happen?” Rey’s aura surrounded you once again calming your nerves. You smiled down at her, moving a wisp of her hair.

Your face heated. “Us or...”

“Both, but I’d rather do the other half,” she chuckled playfully, but her voice turned solemn. “I would do that with you, you know. I have always desired you.”

“But Finn.”

She waved a hand in the air. “Nevermind about him. He’s like a brother to me. You are so much more. This sounds kind of sappy, doesn’t it?”

“Nah sappy is good once in a while.”

You sit there in silence, cradling her head in your hands. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you’d ever feel so at ease.

Rey reached up a hand placing it on your cheek. “You know we could try some other time when our lives aren’t at stake.”

“Promise me you’ll try to at least stay safe,” you whispered, bringing your lips closer to hers.

“We have the bond. Nothing in the galaxy will part us, remember.”

“Stars above, I love you,” you mumbled, crashing your lips together. It was one full of hope, desire, right and wrong, darkness and light. Her energy and yours lighting up the galaxy. You were breathless, chests heaving as you broke apart.

“Don’t tell me that now. We have to say it in front of the boys first,” both her hands cupped your face now. She radiated joy. She was happy, nothing could ever compare to this moment she shared with you.

“Too bad, I only wanted you as my audience,” you smiled as she brought her lips to yours. One full of promises and unspoken truths.

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

Thanks for the prompt Ella, I should have posted this months ago. But my life took over 🤣... better late than never 🤷‍♀️

Book: The Royal Romance

Warnings: Swearing, imagination of sex, mention of sex.

A/N: I’ve borrowed Willow and Sophie from the amazing @pedudley with her permission ❤️

Tags - just using my combined tag list for this one shot prompt:

@pedudley @loveellamae @kacie-0156 @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @burnsoslow @kimmiedoo5 @lodberg @walker7519 @drakewalkerisreal @axwalker @bascmve01 @ladyangel70 @texaskitten30 @yukinagato2012 @indiacater @queenjilian @drakewalker04 @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @jared2612 @twinkle-320 @princessleac1 @cordonianroyalty @custaroonie @princess-geek @bebepac @nikkis1983 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @rafasgirl23415 @notoriouscs @seriouslybadchoices @furiousherringoperatortoad @choices97 @gardeningourmet

*****

Maxwell Beaumont had become slightly paranoid after watching all the news reports regarding the virus that was taking over the world. He became that obsessed with reading about it, that every time he began to have palpitations. Wondering what was going to happen? Was it the end of the world? Searching through Ramsford, he realised that he needed to go on shopping trip- quickly scribbling a long list down he knew that the two people who would be most useful with helping him complete it would be his best friends Drake and Willow.

“So Max, are you turning into housewife whilst Sophie is away?” Willow laughed, imagining Maxwell dressed up in a pinny. Sophie had returned to Texas to check in on the ranch prior to the outbreak, to make sure that it was still there and not burnt to a crisp. She knew she could trust Willow’s brother but still had those lingering doubts.

“No, have you not seen the news? We need to panic buy! Like, right now...before the country goes on full lockdown.”

Willow and Drake looked at each confused, wondering if he was still drunk from last night. Surely it wasn’t that bad? The two of them had seen the news, but it was elsewhere in the world- not in Cordonia. Yet.

“Max, calm the fuck down. The world isn’t ending.” Maxwell shot him a look, wondering why he wasn’t taking the whole situation seriously.

“Lo, understands don’t ya?”

“Of course I do.” Shrugging her shoulders, she bit her lip as she faced her partner. Not wanting to be in the middle of a debate. Drake pulled her closer towards her giving her a stern expression before whispering into her ear.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re just encouraging him.”

“Maybe, but once we get back- I’ll make it up to you.” Fluttering her eyelashes towards Drake, he knew exactly what she meant by her words. Just the thought of it made his cock slightly raise. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.

“Fine. Come on let’s go.”

****

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. It felt suffocating, but after thinking about it- it would prevent the spread of germs. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. It was manic. Maxwell got the trolley, pushing it - he then leaped onto the side nearly crashing into a stack on baked beans.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a slight distance, he attempted to dodge people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. She was capable enough to handle any situation. Standing at the side of the aisle, he flicked through social media to keep himself entertained.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. That was until he followed the strangers gaze that landed onto his girlfriend and ‘friend’. For fuck sake.

“Give my friend the fucking goddamn bog roll!” Willow demanded with her arms folded.

“I got it first missy!” Maxwell threw himself on to the floor, ready to cause a tantrum like a child. I just want a pack of toilet roll. Why is he not co-operating? Why is this happening to me? To us? Is it just a nightmare? I just want- no need some fucking toilet roll to wipe my arse with! What a selfish prick! I’m not an animal that can wipe my arse on a patch of grass. Fuck you mate, you’ve messed with the wrong person.

“I feel like I need to piss.” Maxwell stood up, now not giving two damns. Whipping his cock out- he urinated over the mans shoes. His original plan was to just threaten it, however his apparent full bladder decided otherwise. Urine sprayed uncontrollably all over the man and the aisle as if it was a burst dam.

“If I had my toilet roll, I could have been home now. Sorry, not sorry.”

“You’re fucking disgusting! But all of this toilet roll is mine.”

“You know what, I think I need a shit.” Willow pulled her trousers down, sitting on the edge of the strangers trolley- she pretended to push.

“Okay, Fine. Take it!” The man couldn’t cope with the two of them acting like caged baboons. Pushing Willow off of his trolley, he forced the toilet into her hand before storming off. Willow jumped up and down celebrating, waving the toilet roll in the air - ensuring that she had a tight grip onto it. Before anybody could snatch it off of her. Maxwell high-fived her. “Team work.” He shouted, before kissing the toilet roll, and bowing to it.

“Now that’s done, Lo- we just need; flour, bread, milk, eggs.... the list goes on in fact. Surely it won’t be as difficult getting those things? Do you and Drake want to add anything to the list? Condoms? Lube?”

“Maxwell.... I do not need lube when it comes to my sex life with Drake.... come on let’s go over to Drake.” Too much information, Willow. Although, myself and Sophie don’t need lube either. Us Cordonian men must be sex machines.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.” Drake explained to the stranger after the two of them viewed the the two’some embarrassing themselves. The man next to Drake just nodded, knowing that he was lying as Maxwell was trying to gain Drake’s attention.

****

Once they got back, Drake felt as if he had to ground the two of them. That was the worse shopping experience that he had experienced- he definitely needed a whiskey or two. Then he could punish Willow for her behaviour- the Walker way.

“Could you put the shopping away guys? Sophie’s FaceTiming.”

“We can all talk to her!” Willow suggested. It wasn’t only Maxwell that was missing her.

“Hey baby girl. I’ve missed you.”

“Maxwell! How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“You’re all over the news and the internet!” Drake turned the tv on, indeed Maxwell had stolen the limelight.

"But Soph, he wouldn’t give me the toilet roll. He had five! Willow can vouche for me!”

“I don’t know what you are on about Max. I wasn’t there. I’m not on the tv.” Winking at Drake, he was grateful that her arse wasn’t on the tv. They decided to leave the two lovebirds talking to each other, but still stayed within distance so they could over hear Sophie give Maxwell a telling off.

"Willow is lying! My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stair."

“Oh, Max. I love you. I’ll see you soon. Don’t cause anymore trouble.... please.”

Hanging up, Maxwell wondered where Drake had gone. Hearing willows distinctive laugh- he followed the noise.

“What are you guys doing?”

“You said you was going to live under somebody’s stairs? I’ve turned the cupboard under the stairs into a little home for you. You’ll be like Harry Potter. There’s some newspaper and toilet roll for you Maxwell.” Willow attempted not to laugh at Drake’s comment, but she couldn’t help herself. Practically nearly wetting herself.

I hate my life right now.

****

Four months later, the pandemic was still around but numbers had decreased. Maxwell returned to the supermarket- alone, as Drake refused to go again after the last time. Luckily he wasn’t recognised- or banned for that matter.

Walking down the toilet roll aisle, a little smirk spread across his face remembering the last time that he was playing tug of war. Now there wasn’t a shortage of toilet roll, but he had decided to stock up just incase. As he was leaving, his stomach began to rumble and there was a sudden urge to eat McDonald’s - even if it was only Drive Thru for the time being. Thinking about it, he didn’t have his own car as Sophie had lent it to take her and Willow our for a spa day- but he was desperate for the greasy food and a milkshake. Then a light bulb appeared in his mind.

****

Arriving at the Drive Thru, he was slightly uncomfortable- but the food that he would be receiving would definitely be worth the short term discomfort. Honking the horn, he couldn’t wipe the ever growing smirk forming on his face. Beep beep.

“Excuse me, Sir. You can’t come through the Drive Thru in that...”

“It’s a car!” Maxwell shouted as he defended his choice of ‘automobile’. The member of staff was wondering if there was a camera crew lingering somewhere - ready to pounce out, shouting ‘you’ve been punk’d’.

“I refuse to move until I’ve been served. I would like; six double cheese burgers, a share box of nuggets- make sure I have a mixture of sauces to go with them. Erm, I’ll have a Big Mac meal with a large chocolate milkshake... what would Drake like? They don’t do alcohol with meals here like in Paris.. hmm. You know what, give me six of everything off of the menu. I’m sure we could eat it all. If not I’m sure my peacocks would enjoy the treat.”

“I will not ask you again. Please come back when you are in a car. Besides, we only have a €25 limit for each customer.”

“Are you refusing to serve me, the person who is giving you quite possibly the biggest order you’ve ever received.”

“Yes. If you don’t leave now, I will have to call the police. Please, Sir. You are causing a traffic jam!”

“Serve me right now, or I’ll inform the King. I am close friends with him. He will not be pleased that you have refused to serve someone that is part of his court.” The manager came out of the restaurant, to see what all of the commotion was about- he understood that it would be busy due to them only just reopening but he could hear shouting. However he didn’t need this stress.

“Will you just serve him, it’s giving us a bad reputation and customers are videoing it. I don’t care what the issue is or that he’s not in a car. Just serve him now. Then we can ban him returning in the future!” Maxwell smirked at the crew member, as his eyebrows did a celebratory wiggle.

****

Returning back to Ramsford, he was so pleased with himself- proud that he had brought some food back with him as he nibbled on the way back. Opening the door, he knew that the girls would be back- they could all feast together.

“No need to thank me, but I have food! For us all....” Bowing as he entered the through the doors saying this, he believed that he had definitely won the ‘best friend’ award.

“Maxwell!” Everybody shouted in unison- as they scowled at him with their arms folded.

“What?” He asked innocently, whilst scoffing the remainder of the double cheeseburger that he had begun to eat prior to walking through the doors.

“Care to explain this to me?” Bertrand snarled as he passed the phone over. Drake shook his head - disbelieving that Maxwell had become an ‘overnight’ sensation yet again.

“Looks like you’re going to re-enacting Harry Potter again, eh Beaumont...”

“Shut up, Drake! Listen... Bertrand... it’s a car. I went through the Drive Thru. I don’t personally see the issue... anyway. Enjoy the food, everyone!”

A crazy man attended McDonald’s today- in a Little Tykes car with the number plate BARTIE-IS-DA-BEST. We will not tolerate behaviour like in the video posted below. If anybody arrives at our restaurants acting like this- YOU WILL NOT BE SERVED! If anybody knows the mans identity, please report him. Thank you.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #trr prompt #lockdown prompt #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #drake x willow #maxwell x willow #maxwell x sophie #bertrand beaumont #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #tw imagination of sex #long post

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Price to be Paid - Chapter 31

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The bliss from your wedding could only last so long, and you knew that, but it didn’t lessen the blow when things had to return to normal.

“This is it, Dutch, our last big score!”

Hosea had poured over a map of Saint Denis for days mapping every possible route into the bank, the job Dutch claimed over and over was going to save the gang.

“I’m telling you, this is the way to do the job. The best way! The distraction will buy you all the time you need.”

Arthur groaned from underneath you. You had fallen asleep in the morning sun and the voices from downstairs carried far too much for your liking, waking you up to the harsh light of day.

“All they talk about lately is that damn job,” Arthur muttered. “If I heard ‘Saint Denis bank’ one more time I am going to lose it.”

“Arthur!” Dutch yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “Get down here, we need your help with this.”

The past few weeks since your wedding had been as blissful as they could when you lived with a large group of people on the run from the law. You and Arthur had enjoyed many free days where no one asked a thing of you. The lake was the perfect spot for picnics and more than once Arthur had suggested you slip away and relax at the water side. It was perfect and everything you could hope it would be.

But all good things had to end.

“I’m coming! Arthur hollered back. He groaned as he sat up and you decided it was best to greet the day as well.

“You know they trust you, that’s what they’re trying to say,” you spoke as you dressed.

“They sure have a strange way of showing it.”

You were quick to follow Arthur down the stairs, greeting folks as they passed. Most were still rubbing the sleep from their eyes or drinking a cup of coffee.

“I...I don’t like it.”

Dutch’s hesitation was palpable. For days he had been telling Hosea something about this job felt off, his intuition saying this was not the way. It struck you as odd because Dutch had been searching for one more score, one big was out and when presented with the idea he shrugged it off.

You leaned against the doorframe watching Arthur approach the bickering old men. They went back and forth, agreeing and disagreeing about the best way to proceed.

“It’s the right plan. We’ve done the work. I’ve been in town, looking, watching and waiting. I’ve tested it as well as I can. It’s the right plan.”

“I know,” Dutch chucked at how worked up Hosea had become. “I know. But between us, I’m...nervous. I suppose that’s it.”

Hosea placed a hand on Dutch’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re never nervous, that’s been my job all these years.”

It was clear Hosea was leading this robbery. He had timed the whole operation out and wanted it to move like clockwork, each cog and arm greased up and ready to go. You could see a younger man shining through; one who spent days and weeks putting heists together, using each member of the gang in s specific sequence so everything would be just right.

As the three men got to talking, Micah walked in and watched behind you. It was unpleasant to have him over your shoulder but you remembered your vow to keep the peace with him as best you could.

“What’re they planning in there?”

“Bank job. Last one to get us out of here,” you responded softly.

“The big bank? In Saint Denis?” Micah scoffed. “That’s one lofty goal for our ragtag crew, don’t you think?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Hosea has it all planned out. What could go wrong?”

“Oh, girlie, there’s plenty could go wrong. But let’s hope none of it does and we make out on top.” Micah shot you a wink that made you shutter and walked back out the front doors, taking off for somewhere or something in town.

“Every plan is a good plan if we execute it properly. Every problem we ever had was because we did not execute properly.”

Hosea spoke impassioned. He needed Dutch to see he was right.

“You’re right.” Dutch stood dramatically and looked between his lifelong partners in crime. “Let’s rob this bastard. We’ll leave tomorrow morning. Look smart. Travel light.”

The leader passed you with a half smile before going to track down Mrs. Grimshaw and Pearson to tell them of the new plan. At least we had some notice this time and didn’t have to throw everything around in a hurry.

Arthur asked you to help clean the room and you packed together, chatting to keep the nerves away. There had been a moment where he wanted you to go with Hosea and stay away from the action but you refused; if your husband was going in so were you. He didn’t fight you on that very long.

The thought of leaving Shady Belle filled you with melancholy. It was strange to think that one building could hold so many memories from just a short time. The gang really hadn’t been there that long but they had managed to make a lasting impact that could be seen as you walked the halls for one of the last times. You had to look forward; things would be better. How much more suffering and pain could one group take?

You found Abigail playing outside with Jack later in the evening, staring up at the night sky and admiring the stars. You plopped down next to her and tilted your own head back, thinking about the heavens.

“You ever wonder if our destinies are planned?”

“I sure hope not. To think that someone put all of this together for us means we have no free will, no choice would be our own. And they would put us through all that pain!”

“Sometimes...I guess it’s just nice to think that I wasn’t the one who made all the mistakes in my life. That I could blame someone else for the way things turned out.”

Abigail spoke in hushed tones but never looked down from the sky. Her words echoed in your mind.

“Your life isn’t full of mistakes, it’s full of love.”

“Yeah,” she snorted. “Sometimes a bit too much love if you know what I mean.”

She and John had been fighting again. From your shared room with Arthur you could hear them through the walls going on about raising Jack and trying to show him a better life.

“Jack will be just fine, he’s got a lot of us who care. And so will you. You know I’ll never leave, you’ve got a friend for life.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and sat like that, enjoying the view and marveling at the size of the world around you.

It was hard to sleep that night.

You tossed and turned with anticipation of the next day, knowing everything would be different after the sun rose up in the sky. It could be a good change; like fire burning away the underbrush to allow for new life. Or it could be disastrous.

The dichotomy of the choices made you restless.

Arthur shook your shoulder gently that it was time to go. It was much too early, and the terrible night of sleep made it hard to drag your body from the warm bed and you tossed it a sad smile knowing it was the last time you would see the room you called home.

The look on your face must have told Arthur something for he gave your hand a squeeze after you met him at the bottom of the stairs.

“You know what?” He looked at you softly. “At the end of today, we’re going to look back and know we did everything right. We faced the day together as wife and husband. I’m never letting you go.”

With a kiss to your hand you felt your confidence rise back into place. All it needed was a boost from Arthur. Today was going to go smoothly, nothing could bring you down from the high of life you were riding.

Everyone was dressed to the nines. Fine black suits with hats for the men, and clean flowing gowns adorned every woman. It was almost as if you were headed to a Sunday mass instead of a bank robbery. Even Jack had found a flower to stick in his coat pocket.

“You got everything Arthur?” Dutch called as he handed Hosea a suitcase to load into a wagon.

Arthur nodded. “Sure, house is cleared out of everything we could grab.”

“Just think!” Hosea spoke up brightly. “Within six weeks we’ll be living life anew in a tropical idyll spending the last of our days as banana farmers?”

The plan was for Hosea and Abigail to serve as the distraction. On their wagon sat crates of dynamite that when lit, would bring enough police attention that the robbery in town wouldn’t be able to pull them all away, giving the group enough time to slip out unnoticed. Hosea had looked over the details for days on end and everyone trusted him to know this plan backwards and forwards, no small part missed.

You were riding in and acting with the robbery. At first, Arthur had asked that you go with Hosea and Abigail for they were far less likely to be caught. But to you that was out of the question. Now that you and Arthur were married you didn’t want him running off into battle alone, something you had to repeat over and over before Hosea finally relented and added you to the bank detail. It just made sense that you would be there.

With your nerves shoved to the back of your mind, you sat next to Arthur on Eclipse as Zues stamped his feet anxiously.

“Let’s get out of this god forsaken place and go rob ourselves a bank!”

A chorus of cheers rang out as the gang envisioned what life could be like after today. No more running and hiding, no more threats from the law, no more being told that their way of life was wrong or backwards, just freedom and the incredible feeling of hot sand between your toes.

You were more than ready to be out of this place.

Micah led the group up and out of Shady Belle, the horses moving much quicker than the wagons. It was slightly comical to watch a large group in impressive threads leave such a ratty and worn down home. Over the past few weeks you decided firmly that sleeping with four walls around you was a comfort you preferred.

“This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The last one.”

Dutch was gearing up for a big speech as he rode behind Micah.

“Where have we heard that one before?” John asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“What has happened to you, John? You lost all your heart.”

“I’m just trying to stay real about all of this.”

“Real!” Dutch spit. “Oh how I detest that word. So devoid of imagination.”

The group rode over the railroad tracks and your heartbeat started to pick up. This was real, you were taking part in a bank robbery. Oh if only your father could see you now. The lawman’s rebel daughter.

“How soon are we shipping out?” Micah called from somewhere ahead.

Dutch replied, “As soon as we get the passage organized. A boat down to Argentina, then another around the cape.”

“What about the money in Blackwater? We’re just gonna leave that behind?”

“Forget that, it's gone.” Dutch swiped a fly and the question away. “You all talk like it’s the only goddamned money in the world. We’re gonna take that and more, take it from the people who take it from us. This isn’t some hick town, hundred dollar operation. This is a big city bank!”

“Right,” John broke in. “With security, guards, police.”

“Hosea has done his reconnaissance, we’ve been over this.” Dutch almost sounded tired. “The plan. One last time. Hosea and Abigail will draw out the police, we go in fast and calm. John and Lenny, secure the front doors. Javier takes the side exit. Bill, Micah, YN, and Charles, control the crowd. Me and Arthur deal with the bank manager and the vault. Got it?”

Everyone agreed that they did. Most of the other women were leaving with the camp supplies and not participating, and the look Dutch gave you was not lost as he took in his crew.

Hosea reckoned they needed about fifteen minutes to set the distraction with Abigail and pull enough police and that sounded fine by Dutch. As the others rode off with the wagons, Sadie threw you a smile of encouragement and you spurred Eclipse on to keep up with the others. Nothing, not even your nerves, would hold you back from this job.

Arthur had talked about when to tell Dutch that maybe sailing to another part of the world was not in the cards for you two, but it still hadn’t come up. Before the bank job seemed a poor choice as it would only take away Dutch’s focus, so tentatively the plan was set for later. There was a lot to think about lately and that was just another worry to add to the pile.

“Everybody know the drill! We head in hard and stay calm. They won’t be expecting us. Any minor trouble, head back to camp. We’ll leave in a few days.”

Your nerves must have really been showing through as even Micah threw you a half grin. It wasn’t pleasant, but you accepted it nonetheless.

Bill and Charles rode ahead to break up the group, hoping that it wouldn't look like a giant posse riding in together. The five of you left held back a few minutes and then rode into town, through the gates of Saint Denis and into the belly of the beast. You couldn't tell if your shaking hands had more to do with being on horseback or the impending mission, but you steeled them to stay still as you moved through the streets.

Arthur pulled Zeus back and rode next to you.

“How’re you doing?”

Despite the bundle of nerves moving through your veins you had to smile. Arthur was clearly a bit worked up about the whole thing too; his words had a slight twang to them as he spoke.

“Oh, I’m fine. I remember what you taught me. Just…” you looked around and remembered the first time you marveled at Saint Denis. “What if something happens?”

“It won’t, I promise you’ll be safe. Hosea went over this so many times he knew we had to get it right.”

You nodded. You had heard him mumbling the details for days.

Before you could respond your destination came into view and your mouth went dry. Lemoyne National Bank. The imposing building stood nearly three stories high with gold and white paint covering the exterior. The sun beating down was hot and you wiped beads of sweat off your brow after hitching Eclipse up next to Arthur and Bill.

Charles made his way over. “Just wanted to say good luck. I know you’ll be fine, but...you know.”

You smiled at your friend. His words brought you comfort even though they were minimal, but knowing Charles this was the equivalent of a long speech. You patted his arm in thanks and followed the group over to Dutch.

“Foks. Robbing thieves, it ain’t no crime at all. People like this...they stole what this country could have been.” The men grunted in agreeance. “Now, act natural. Wait for Hosea to do his thing.”

As a trolley rolled slowly in front of you Arthur took your hand in his.

“Now, it ain’t too late and no one would say a thing if you decided to leave. I’ll put you on this trolley and collect you myself as soon as we’re done and we can leave; put this city behind us and head off to freedom. You just have to say the word.”

You searched Arthur’s eyes and saw nothing but love and worry. The beautiful way the blue and green and maybe in the right light grey mixed together filled you with happiness and you knew your answer before speaking. On your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to Arthur’s cheek and beamed at him.

“You know I’m staying. I’ll be right at your side.”

Just as Arthur opened his mouth to speak the ground shook violently below you. You grabbed Arthur’s arm for support as the screams and voices rose through the city.

Dutch let out a full laugh. “I love that Hosea! He’s a true artist.”

And with that, he led the way across the road and into Lemoyne National Bank.

You pulled your mask up over your face, hands still slightly shaking. Javier whispered something before slipping around the corner to guard the side door, and on his signal Dutch burst through the bank doors, pistols drawn.

“Ladies and gentlemen! This is a hold up.”

The room was filled with screams and the bustling of shoes on the tile as you aimed your gun at the innocent folks going about their day, corralling them back into an office to be locked up and unable to disrupt the robbery in progress. Bill was stuck with a particularly loud customer, so you poked the end of your gun into his back to shut him up, shoving him into the room. You got a grunt of thanks from Bill as he locked the doors.

“Arthur! We have found the manager. Would you kindly have him open the vault?”

A man dressed in a long purple coat shook like a leaf as he twisted and turned the dial to find the correct combination. He looked around the room for any willing pair of eyes but no one was able to help, simply sneered as he pleaded silently with Arthur’s gun only inches away from his face.

The air was tense around you as John and the others patrolled the entryway. All of them were on the lookout for anything suspicious outside, any sign that this wasn’t going to work. But it had to. It simply had to; this was much too large of a show to go off with a hitch.

A loud scraping sound resonated as the vault door creaked open with the poor bank manager pulling as hard as he could. Arthur cast you a look before heading in, his brow filled with worry to get this over with as soon as possible. You sent him a small smile, hoping he could read it under your bandana, and nodded for him to go on.

Anxiety pumped through you. The bank manager stood outside and at Bill’s command called out the combination, his legs shaking from the stress. The seconds ticking away felt like hours and you wanted nothing more than to run away from all of this mess.

“We got trouble! Looks like the law.”

Your head whipped around at John’s yell. His voice was tense and Dutch ran over to get a good look at the situation with anger and fear in his eyes. The others were quickly behind him.

Everyone knew this operation had to be executed precisely. Anything short of perfection would mean failure and a real risk of death. With Hosea’s attention to detail and the way everyone knew their part Dutch had been confident this would go off without any problems. He already felt the warm, island air rustling through his hair, the grainy, hot sand beneath his feet, and the sweet, sticky mango juice bursting in his mouth. This was going to work. This had to work. Because if it didn’t, there was no way out.

Unfortunately Dutch didn’t count on your father.

“Come out! It’s over!”

No, no, no, no. Not him, not now. Your heart pounded in your chest so hard you were sure the others heard it, and at the same time your stomach dropped down to your feet. How on Earth had he found you?

John said something about Abigail but a rushing sound filled your ears and you couldn’t make it out. Everyone had pressed themselves up against the wall in cover and you did the same, hoping you would be able to act when it came down to it.

“Dutch! Get out here. Get out here now!”

A silence fell over the bank. Agent Milton walked out from behind a wagon across the street brandishing a pistol that was shoved into the back of Hosea’s head. Dutch let out a groan.

“Someone must have squealed!”

“We never should have gone after Bronte, Dutch,” John spat. His eyes were on the mother of his child just beyond his reach.

“Mr. Milton?” Dutch’s voice lost its usual silk and instead was filled with fear, cracking slightly. “Let my friend go. Or folks are gonna get shot unnecessarily.”

“Your friend? Why would I do that?” Your father’s voice was loud and full of confidence. It sent slivers of fear through your spine as your mind raced.

“C’mon, Milton!”

“It’s over! No more bargains, no more deals.”

“Mr. Milton, this is America. You can always cut a deal.”

He was reaching his finale. Your father always loved making a show of capturing ‘the bad guys’ and you knew from his stance that you were running low on time. If someone didn’t do something Hosea would be dead, the rest of you following shortly.

“Hey girly, remember way back when you and I made a deal?” Micah was standing much too close to your back for comfort and in your agitated state you tried to shake him off. This only made him mad and he grabbed your arm tightly in his grip. “You owe me, I’m cashing in. Only one way this thing and it’s with you outside of those doors while we escape.”

“What?” you asked, your mind racing and unable to comprehend his request.

“Daddy Dearest is out there about to blow us all to hell. We need a distraction and you are the golden ticket.”

You froze. Micah was asking, no, telling you to sacrifice yourself on the slim chance your father wouldn't kill you on sight. It was insanely risky, but it would give the gang and the people you had grown to love a chance, albeit slim, to get away safely. All around you were the tense faces of people who had time and time again proven they were good and loving, more than you could ever say for your own father who stood on the other side of the street with the power of the law behind him. In a way, you felt this had always been coming. Rushing towards you like a train in the night. Eventually it would have to reach its destination. Your hands shook as you realized that this might be the only plan, and you couldn’t risk the chance of your newfound family dying because you weren’t brave enough. Your father wouldn't listen to anyone else and as the seconds melted away you steeled yourself against the tide that would surely try and knock you over.

“Well?” Micah shook you impatiently.

You looked around. Dutch, Bill, Lenny, John, Javier...Arthur. These were people you would gladly sacrifice yourself for. Memories came flooding back of sitting around the campfire singing, hours spent in the fields hunting, and the times you and Abigail laughed yourselves silly. Your eyes watered at the thought of leaving, but it had to be done.

“I’ll do it,” you spoke quietly. “But I have one request.”

“And what’s that?”

Micah had started making his way to the door and Arthur, noticing you moving about, was heading towards you too. You met his eyes for a moment and you swore he knew what you were about to do. His footsteps picked up and you had to act.

Leaving him was of course the hardest. Never had you imagined a love so brilliant and bright, and knowing that you were willingly throwing it all away tore you apart. The ring on your finger felt heavy with guilt but you clutched your gun tighter until Micah tore it from your hands. Arthur opened his mouth to whisper something and you knew waiting would make it worse.

“Tell Arthur I love him.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Micah snorted and unceremoniously shoved you outside the giant bank doors before slamming them shut. Something on the other side slammed against them and you guessed it was Arthur, livid at the unexplained sight. A voice yelled something and then everything went quiet, and you looked up at the scene before you.

Hosea stood in the middle of the street covered in dust and watching you with worried eyes. He shook his head slightly, telling you to leave, but you cast him a watery smile of reassurance.

Behind him every gun held by the Pinkerton Detective agents was trained on you and ready to fire. You looked up and down the line realizing just how many there were. This had to be a set up, no one was ready that fast.

A strangled cry that turned into a laugh came from the head Detective. He took a faltering step forward, then looked at you with utter bewilderment.

“Put your guns down,” he said. The detectives looked over at him confused. “I said put them down!”

“Sir?” questioned one of the men to his side.

“Because…” Agent Milton spoke slowly, still trying to process the change in events unfolding before him.

You placed both hands up in the air and spoke with much more confidence than you felt.

“Because I’m his daughter.” You looked directly at him, taking a deep breath before saying, “Hello, Father. Good to see you.”

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