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concussed-to-pieces · 5 years ago

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Stay Safe Part Nine: Swan Song

Fandom: The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

Pairing: Eventual Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Heh. Enjoy!

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Part One: Should Have Known Better

Part Two: Tranquil Turmoil

Part Three: Vibroblade Mettle

Part Four: Reaching Out

Part Five: Dark Past

Part Six: Go Alone

Part Seven: Like A Ghost

Part Eight: Savior At High Noon

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains character death and depictions of vomit/bile. Stay safe!]

While the Armorer spoke quietly with the Mandalorian at length and continued to smelt the reclaimed armor down, you remained out in the hallway with the IG unit to scan for threats. You couldn't bring yourself to go into the forge and just sit quietly like Karga and Cara, your whole body still buzzing with the vestiges of the huge rush of adrenaline you had received earlier.

The robot's many sets of eyes swiveled back and forth, silently observing the tunnel in front of you. It also seemed to take note of your fidgeting. "Never fear. I am programmed to protect." The droid assured you.

"As comforting as that is…" you grimaced, obsessively checking your blaster over yet again. "I'd feel much better if we didn't have to fight. Or if we had decent cover. I never know what will explode." An explosion echoed faintly down the tunnel as if in response to your words and you went rigid. You gripped the blaster even tighter, feeling the stock dig into your palm.

"I would advise not shooting at the inanimate objects to avoid possible damage."

"Wonderful." You muttered, a reluctant grin making its way onto your face. "This is why I prefer my knife."

"If you would like to attempt such an inadvisable tactic, I am unable to stop you." The droid commented.

"No, no no. I promise I won't be that dumb." Your laugh was too high, choking off in your throat when you caught sight of several headlamps down the tunnel.

"Engaging the enemy." IG-11 announced, the spindly ex-bounty hunter droid striding forward into the spillway with purpose.

"IG, wait!" You protested. "How am I supposed to-"

"Do not worry about hitting me. Aim for them." The robot interrupted you calmly.

"Aim for them, no shit!"

You knelt beside one of the many, possibly-explosive crates, tucking the stock of your rifle up against your shoulder. You then used the flat surface to steady the gun as best as you could, gritting your teeth probably a bit too hard.

IG-11 was a force to be reckoned with. The droid barely even needed you, only once caught off-guard by one of the eight troopers that bore down on it like an unstoppable (but ultimately doomed) wave.

One well-placed shot from you blew that particular stormtrooper's elbow out, making him scream in agony. You froze at the sound, your body stiffening before you could fight it off. How many men had you killed today? You had pushed it down, shoved the thought away, but-

IG-11 spiraled and struck with terrifying accuracy, it's blaster searing a hole in the side of the last trooper's helmet. "You have been protected." The droid droned quietly. It went on to ask, "Were you harmed?"

"No, n-no, I'm...I'm fine." You breathed. "Sorry, I get all…"

"You did well. It is advisable to use cover at any and all opportunities." IG-11 mused sagely.

"No kidding."

A nerve-wracking five minutes later the Mandalorian finally walked back out of the forge area, Dune and Karga close behind. "We push forward." The armored man said, answering your unspoken question. "We'll hit the river, and it'll take us to the flats. All we can do now is hope that the Imps won't head us off."

Karga passed a large, square object off to IG-11 while the Mandalorian spoke. The boosters on the bottom of it seemed to indicate that it was a portable jet pack of some kind. You also saw a shiny new addition to the Mandalorian's pauldron.

"What's…?" You trailed off, gesturing at the insignia that had been welded seamlessly to his armor. It looked like a stylized mudhorn, which, when you thought about it, suited him immensely.

"My signet. I...I'm considered a clan now." The Mandalorian hesitated, his hand finding the child's in their little bundle of robes. "I have a Foundling in my care." His voice was warm, an almost incredulous wonder shining through his words. "She used...she used some of your beskar to make it. The ingot that I took from you, I-I asked her to use it," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. "I hope that's--i-is that alright? I'll compen-"

"It's definitely alright." You interrupted him, nodding rapidly and certain that you were smiling like an idiot. "Don't even worry about that. Obviously, you guys can put it to better use than I ever could."

"Thank you." The Mandalorian said sincerely.

Greef suddenly looked incredibly uncomfortable. "How did you get ahold of that ingot of beskar, anyhow?" He asked narrowly.

"I was paid with it when I got hired to clean his ship." You explained. "But I guess the person that hired me was actually only interested in having me jimmy the boarding ramp open for them, because as soon as I got it open I was clocked with the ingot. They ended up leaving it with me, though. Maybe they didn't know what it was worth?"

The Mandalorian turned towards Karga and you could feel him glaring, while Greef simply hummed and looked anywhere but the glowering man. "Karga, did you-?"

"Whatever it is, the answer is no! But I can't take responsibility for the actions of every hunter under me." The older man protested, waving his hands. "You know the rules, Mando, no questions asked."

"You were the only other person who got paid in beskar, Karga." The Mandalorian growled. "If I find out that it was one of-"

"We don't have time for you guys to have a beskar-based pissing match." Dune interjected, "we have to keep moving, or we're Imp chow. Squash your shit now or deal with it later."

"I apologize for anything my associates may have done to you that, er, caused you inadvertent discomfort." Karga addressed you hurriedly.

"Uh, I...forgive...you?" You replied, more than a little confused.

"There, you see Mando? No issues here!" The Guild leader said brightly. The Mandalorian shook his head, growling something under his breath and then stalking off in the opposite direction.

...

The rickety old lava skiff, while originally half-welded to the dock, didn't stay stuck too long in the wake of Cara's heavy blaster fire. Karga quickly grabbed the side of the craft, steadying it before it could drift away from the dock.

"Watch your feet, it's molten lava." IG-11 warned. When you turned to give the robot an incredulous look, you saw the Mandalorian and Cara doing exactly the same thing. Your deadpan stare cracked a little and you were caught off-guard by a giggling fit, clumsily stumbling over the lip of the boat as the armored man followed after you.

"Fucking droids." The Mandalorian groaned while shaking his head, though he sounded less irritated and more amused.

The droid that normally piloted the skiff appeared to be out of commission, but it was no matter. Even though the lava moved slowly, it moved enough to carry the boat along with it.

The child was still limp in Cara's arms, the former dropship trooper absently rocking them back and forth. Weariness dragged at you as well, grey static slowly encroaching upon the corners of your eyes, but you did your best to push it away for the time being. You weren't sure how much longer you could get away with that, though. Stars, once this was over you would sleep for a thousand years.

A sudden crackling noise behind you made everybody whirl, respective blasters and knives brandished. But it was just the ferry droid, emerging from the ashen lava that had entombed it. It held a punting pole in its hands and began to beep, sounding almost inquisitive.

The Mandalorian finally muttered, "I don't suppose anybody here speaks droid," his tone one of long suffering.

IG-11 helpfully supplied, "I believe he is asking where we would like to go."

"Downriver. To the lava flat." Karga ordered. The droid gave a chirp of confirmation and jabbed its pole into the lava, propelling the boat onwards at a much less leisurely pace.

The Mandalorian sat down heavily beside you after a moment, his helmet in his hands. "I can't believe you came back." He mumbled. "I didn't think...I figured you wouldn't. Thought I did a pretty good job at ruining everything."

"I can't believe I did either, honestly." You answered him, wincing when you realized how bad that sounded. "Wait, no, I uh...I just mean I didn't really know what was going on. I followed the noise and found IG-11."

"So, nothing new." The Mandalorian replied, his voice wry. Then, he murmured, "my little mudhorn."

You shot him a confused glance from beneath your lashes, but for all you could tell he was staring at the floor of the boat. Your eyes shifted to the silvery signet on his pauldron, taking in the vicious contours of the mudhorn's silhouette. I'm considered a clan now.

"What will you do after we take care of this?" Your words were audacious in their optimism and you knew it. He knew it too, if his snort was anything to go by, but he humored you.

"I have to find the kid's people. I can't train him, he's...well, he's not really the Mando type. But he's a Foundling in my care, so I'm to act as his father until I can either return him to his people or...or until he comes of age." The Mandalorian heaved a sigh. "And seeing as he's fifty now, I don't think him coming of age is something that'll happen in my lifetime." His hand sought yours out on the bench seat after a moment. "If you...I mean, I know that...uh, the kid likes you. So if you wanted, I'd...I'd consider…" He trailed off, squeezing your wrist gently.

You opened your mouth to stammer something and then Greef inadvertently cut you off with an excited, "That's it! We're free!" The older man pointed ahead, indicating the daylight coming into view in the distance. You couldn't blame him for being relieved, really. This underground canal was stifling.

But the Mandalorian was already shaking his head, fingers tapping at the button pad on his gauntlet. "No. No, we're not." He said bitterly, getting to his feet. "Stormtroopers. They're flanking the mouth of the tunnel. It looks like an entire platoon." Your heart sank at his words. "They must know we're coming."

His shoulders slumped. You could feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. He had almost died, only for this to happen?

Cara, meanwhile, leaped into action. "Stop the boat." She demanded of the ferry droid, which just continued to chirp merrily to itself. "Hey, droid, I said stop the boat!" She barked, storming towards the robot. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

The droid carried on punting the boat forward and Cara grimaced, jamming her blaster into the vacant space between the droid's dome and body. One quick trigger pull sent the droid's head flying off with a loud crack!, the dome hitting the lava and immediately beginning to melt. The child started awake at the noise, tiny fists waving wildly in the air.

The boat continued to roll downstream, slowly but surely carried by the flow's current. "We're still moving." Greef pointed out, his tone laden with dread.

Dune swore under her breath, turning to face the rest of the group. "Looks like we fight."

The Mandalorian scoffed, "There are too many." His hand absently tapped the side of his helmet and you read his fingers: enemy ahead, five, five, five, so at least fifteen.

At least. Your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. It had been one thing when you were running along pell-mell with no actual thought put into your actions, but now-

"Well then what do you suggest, because I can't surrender." Cara snapped, cringing when the kid started to whimper.

IG-11 suddenly spoke up. "They will not be satisfied with anything less than the child. This is unacceptable." It rose to its full height, proclaiming, "I will eliminate the enemy, and you will escape."

"You don't have that kind of firepower, pal." The Mandalorian retorted. "You wouldn't even get to daylight."

The droid leveled him with a stare. "That is not my objective."

"We're getting close." Dune hauled you to your feet. "Saddle up." You obliged wordlessly, waiting until she turned away before you allowed yourself to grimace in pain. Maker, your side hurt.

"I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer." The IG said calmly as you and Cara maneuvered around it and the Mandalorian to prepare what limited defenses you could muster. "If my designs are compromised, I must self-destruct."

"What're you talking about?" The Mandalorian growled impatiently.

"I'm not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed."

"Are we gonna' keep talking or are we gonna' get out of here?" Greef enquired, waving a hand at the molten riverbank.

"I can no longer carry this for you." The droid murmured, pressing the jet pack into the Mandalorian's unwilling grasp. "Nor can I watch over the child."

"Wait." The armor-wearing man sounded like he was having trouble breathing. "You can't self-destruct. Your base command is to watch the child." Was he...was he arguing with the droid? "That supersedes your manufacturer's protocol, right?" He reasoned desperately, his head tilted up to look at the spindly droid. When the robot didn't answer immediately, he pressed, "Right?"

"This is correct." IG-11 allowed.

He was arguing. With a droid. Stars, you saw something new every day. "Good. Now grab a blaster and help us shoot our way out." The Mandalorian ordered curtly, turning to check over his own weaponry.

"Victory through combat is impossible. We will be captured. The child will be lost." You watched the armored man's shoulders slump even lower beneath his pauldrons and cape, like an immense weight was pressing down on him. "Sadly, there is no scenario where the child is saved in which I survive." The droid carried on relentlessly. You abruptly understood what it was saying, and despite your best efforts you felt tears sting your eyes. First Kuiil, now this?

"Listen, you're not going anywhere." The Mandalorian said sharply. "We need you. Let's just come up with a-"

"Please tell me the child will be safe in your care." The IG unit requested. "If you do so, I can default to my secondary command."

"But…" the beskar-wearing man's voice faded to a hoarse whisper, "you'll be destroyed."

"And you will live, and I will have served my purpose."

"No, we need you."

"There is nothing to be sad about. I have never been alive." The droid said pragmatically.

"I'm not sad." The armored man denied gruffly. He was lying and everyone knew it. You could hear the tremor in his words.

"Yes you are. I'm a nurse droid. I've analyzed your voice." IG-11 reached out those metal fingers, gently running them over the baby's ear. Then, without further ado, the droid hoisted a leg over the side of the boat.

"IG-!" Karga began to protest, watching the droid sink into the lava. Flames licked upwards from the ex-bounty hunter's knee gaskets, but it doggedly headed for the light at the end of the tunnel.

The Mandalorian stood still as a statue, just letting the droid go. You ended up burying your face in your hands, unwilling and mentally unable to observe what would happen.

The ringing impact of beskar suddenly broke the silence and the Mandalorian began to sing, his words wrapped in a deep, mournful tone that sounded like it came from the center of his being. "Motir ca'tra nau tracinya," His voice faltered. "Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a! Cuun hett su!"

The droid's self-destructive explosion rocked the tunnel and you heard the Mandalorian's breath hitch, the noise sharp and pained even through the modulator.

He then inhaled deeply, the words reverberating off the sides of the tunnel when he roared, "Cuun hett su!" and slammed his gauntlet against his breastplate once more.

The skiff slowly slipped through the archway and out into the smokey sunlight. Fifteen broken stormtroopers littered the black ground around the mouth of the canal, none left alive in the wake of IG-11's sacrifice. You scrubbed at your face in irritation, choking back your tears. There will be time later, you promised yourself, time for Kuiil and the IG. Time to mourn them properly. You weren't permitted such time now and you knew it. People needed you, they needed--

Without warning, that ship you had seen earlier buzzed by overhead, its powerful laser cannons sending chunks of half-coagulated lava flying into the air on either side of the canal.

"Moff Gideon!" Dune shouted, the Bren blaster whirring to life. The TIE fighter's engines screamed and whined, the craft circling back around. A line of ground to the left of the skiff exploded, green lasers punching through the cooled lava.

"He missed!" Greef sounded absolutely thrilled.

"He won't next time." The Mandalorian replied grimly, loading a fresh canister into his heavy blaster.

"Hey, let's get the baby to do the magic hand thing!" Karga suggested, wiggling his fingers at the child. "C'mon baby, do the magic hand thing." The child stared up at him, waving their hand uncertainly. Greef sighed, "I'm out of ideas."

"I'm not." The Mandalorian snapped. He reached for the jet pack and you tugged his cape out of the way so he could attach it to his backplate. He pressed his forehead against your own briefly before he tapped at his gauntlet keypad, igniting the boosters for the pack.

"Here he comes!" Cara yelled, bracing herself back against one of the seats while her blaster roared away. Whoever Gideon was, he appeared to be coming straight for the boat. The fighter wasn't slowing one iota.

Right as you saw the TIE fighter's cannons begin to light up in preparation to fire, the Mandalorian punched the controls on his jet pack. The armored man hurtled into the sky, easily clearing the TIE fighter and then shooting his grappling line at the back of the ship.

Gideon took off with him in tow and Karga laughed incredulously, "you've got to be kidding me! That was your plan? Mando, you're a maniac!" He then grabbed onto the cooled lava wall that rose on the right side of the boat, fumbling his way up onto the relatively-sturdy riverbank with a muffled grunt of exertion. "Alright trooper, you're next." The older man said, extending a hand to help haul Cara out of the boat.

She too managed to get to solid ground, and she carefully sat the bundled child down for a moment before turning back to you. Cara held out her hand and Greef held out his. "C'mon rookie, get up here." She said with a tired grin. "We need good seats to watch your Mandalorian work his magic, right?"

Your laugh caught in your throat, almost a sob, and you reached to clasp their hands. But then your breathing abruptly hitched as, in reply to the first tugs of the two individuals above you, the wound on your side made itself felt with a vengeance. You panted, half-blinded by the sudden pain and knowing that you had gone full dead-weight.

"Use your legs rookie, c'mon!" Cara complained, planting herself and slapping her other hand closed around your upper arm to help her leverage. You gritted your teeth and forced your body to cooperate in a last ditch effort to get you up onto the river banking. Despite that, you were still all but dragged the rest of the way, Dune and Karga barely managing to muscle you to safety. "Look at him go!" Cara exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the sky.

As you tipped your head back to watch the TIE fighter skitter and weave through the air, the ground suddenly felt like it was tilting under your feet. Your ears started to ring and your knees trembled unsteadily, threatening to give out beneath you any second now while the static at the edges of your vision that you had been keeping at bay crept steadily in from the sides.

You clumsily took hold of Karga's shoulder, the older man giving you a confused look. "I...I don't feel so good." You stammered.

Cara turned to you, her mouth moving and her expression changing to one of concern, but you couldn't hear her at all over the ringing in your ears.

She grabbed your cloak, yanking it up off your body as you sagged against Greef. "Sorry," you breathed, knowing that she must have spotted the blaster wound on your side. Your own voice sounded so loud to you. Your bloodied fingers found her gorget, floundering desperately for a handhold. "Take care...of the k-kid-" you whispered, all of your adrenaline finally spent.

You had been running on fumes for the last few minutes. You weren't sure how much blood you had lost, all you knew is that you had been bleeding since getting clipped on the battlefield. It hadn't hurt when you were moving or distracted, the urgency of your situation enabling you to draw on your body's ability to push through the predicament. But now, it seemed that your luck had run out.

Your eyes felt too heavy. You needed sleep. How long had it been since you rested? You deserved a rest. A rest sounded phenomenal.

"...shot, give--osi'kyr, let me see them!" That was the Mandalorian. He sounded terrified. You couldn't remember ever hearing his voice crack like that. What was wrong? When had he landed again? What happened to Gideon?

"S'wrong?" You slurred. You appeared to be laying down. Possibly. Up and down were a little confused at the moment.

"Focus on me, please, you have to stay awake-" He sounded so sad.

"Going into shock--must have been when-" Cara's voice was faint and wavering, as if she was underwater.

"Sweetheart, cyar'ika, please, please--" His helmet pressed to your forehead and you heard his breath rattle. No, that couldn't be right, the bacta spray should have fixed that. Was it your breathing that sounded that bad?

You dimly felt dried blood flaking off of your hands as you moved your fingers. "Want to sleep. S'dark." You mumbled.

"Don't you dare!" His modulated voice cut through the gray haze rudely, too loud and bright. "You're not going to sleep!"

"F-five minutes." You bargained, grimacing when his helmet banged into your forehead.

"You stay awake, you hear me?! I'm not letting you do this! Not after everything we've been through!"

"Never even...got to…" Your head felt as if it was stuffed with clouds, words trickling out of your brain and vanishing like water in the sand. "'Pologize…" He had your hand in his own now, leather rubbing feverishly over your knuckles. "Got so mad…"

"You're not the one who needed to apologize, dammit. I...I shouldn't have tried to leave you behind." His voice broke. "I-I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I-" Blood was roaring in your ears, drowning out anything else the armored man might be saying. Your fingers were going numb. Flickers of conversation reached you, battling against the roar.

"-them still, Karga, he's got to close this, stop the bleeding--"

"-idea, but make sure it holds until we get back to town--"

"I love you, I'm so sorry, this will hurt--"

Pain stabbed through your body, startling a ragged exhale out of you. Something was burning. It smelled disgusting and you retched without meaning to, bile foaming at your lips. You wondered absently if that was the smell he had been talking about when he had been poisoned, death-rot...

Metal was pressing against your forehead and a blinding heat seared at the wound on your side, the two sensations warring for your attention. Vomit surged up your throat, making you gag again.

This is it, you realized vaguely. This is how I die. Huh. The notion was not nearly as repulsive as you had expected. Dying sounded halfway appealing. You could rest then.

"Stay awake, please stay awake-"

"M' here. M'wake." You assured whoever it was, your hand weakly patting at theirs. "So tired...can I sleep soon? Pl-ease?"

"Not now, not now, you h-have to stay awake." His voice was trembling. "The kid needs you, dammit."

"Need you to--to take the kid and run." You urged, confidently stating, "I'll hol' 'em off so y' can escape. They're comin' in warm an' I'm comin' in cold." You struggled to grab your blaster, but your arms refused to cooperate. "Did y' turn up the gravity? Can't...can't move…hurts..." The tears wouldn't stop rolling down your cheeks in a torrent. You weren't even sure why you were crying.

"Stay awake. Just like on Sorgan. All I need is a f-few more minutes, okay? Remember?" Your body tilted crazily, someone's arms fumbling beneath your shoulders and knees to hoist you off the ground.

"Mm, I can do that. Do whatever y' want." You mumbled. The darkness closed in around you, a sweltering maw that slowly drew you deeper and deeper into its grasp. "It's...it's so dark. M' scared." You admitted, your numbed fingers petting the hand that rested on your arm.

"I'm right here with you." He assured. "I'm not going anywhere. Sing that song, please? The one you sing to the kid. The...the lullaby."

Your brow furrowed with effort and you opened your mouth, your voice faint and pitchy in the blackness. "Stars fading, but I linger on...dear...still craving…"

The words wouldn't stick. Your brain was drawing a blank. Why couldn't you remember the words?

You fell asleep.

...

You dreamed of wind whipping your face, steam that hissed and boiled on the lava flats, droplets trickling down from underneath a proud helmet to gather at the edge of his chin and drip onto your tunic.

You dreamed of drowning, thick liquid sliding over your head, enveloping you in its fetid grasp before your consciousness faded back out.

You dreamed of a mudhorn in beskar, the shimmering silver-clad beast guiding you through the black.

Eventually you spiraled downwards into a deeper sleep, and finally you dreamed of nothing at all.

Interlude

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//the fugitive. kuroo tetsurou//

Request: Not really?? But spawned from @janellion and I obsessing over royal kuroo like three weeks ago, so uhhh requested by me?? Peep the new TRT series ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: i have come to the awful realization that i have ruined any and all of my dating expectations by writing so much fanfiction.

Everything about his current situation was far from ideal. The heavy downpour as the sky let loose all of its unshed tears flattened his hair against his forehead, his jacket with all of the intricate embroidery jacket and the silver crown that had adorned his raven hair had long since been cast away to better disguise the fleeing prince. It had been long expected, but a storm had unleashed itself upon the castle, bringing the day of impending doom upon them sooner rather than later. The people of the kingdom have finally had enough of the tyranny, of the constant feuds, the never ending debts and taxes and now, filled with rage, they had made their way to the castle, hungry for blood and refusing to yield until the king’s head was on a stake.

His feet sloshed through the puddles, soaking his socks as the rain continued to pour down all around him. The young prince only stopped long enough to catch his breath under the shelter of a tree before he was once again running through the night in the darkness of the woods. The last few moments he had with his family kept echoing in his head, eyes pricking with tears to match those of the clouds above him.

“My son, leave before they kill you too. Get out of the kingdom, please.”

“But, father-”

“Tetsurou, please. This is my final request. Head south until you reach Effingfil River. Once you get to the otherside, you’ll be safe. Quick! Make haste and don’t ever look back.”

Who was he to deny his father’s final wish before his end? He had set out into the night, a dark cloak adorning his figure to shield his identity. Although he knew better, Kuroo carried his silver circlet in his hands, a final memento of his royal life. If worse came to worst, it would fetch a good price at the market, enough to make ends meet until he could find some sort of safe haven in the neighboring kingdom.

But, the cloak, the crown, and every other royal thing about him had been tossed into a stream that had carried the articles away. There was no time to be sentimental when you were running for your life. Even so, now he secretly wished he had kept the woolen cloak. The icy rain had soaked through his clothes, chilling him to the bone as a steady wind picked up, pelting the droplets harder against him. His entire body shook in a mixture of cold and fear. Never in his life did he expect to wander through the woods all alone; hungry, freezing, tears mixing with the rain as the water ran down his cheeks.

Kuroo had no idea how close he was to the border. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that he was going the right way anymore. He couldn’t see the stars through the thick branches above him and in the off chance that there was a break, the dark storm clouds hid his only compass from view. He did know one thing, though.

He knew the flicker of candlelight in a window in the dead of night. People. Someone. A broken sob of relief fell from his lips as he picked up his pace all over again. If they turned him in, so be it. He just wanted to be away from this nightmare, even if only for a moment.

Your life has always been relatively quiet. A small cabin on the edge of the woods didn’t boast many visitors, so the sudden pounding on your door that pulled you from your embroidery had made your entire body jolt in shock. Setting your needle and thread to the side, you took up your candle, only for the steady knock on your door to come again. “I’m coming. Hold on!”

You had been expecting a lot of things, really. Royal tax collectors coming to steal more money from you, the merchant from the other kingdom who smuggled the better quality threads from the other side of the border in the dead of night, maybe even a witch who had come to cast a vicious spell on you. A dashing young man barely older than yourself, eyes tinged red with sorrow, clothes muddied from trekking through the rain, a hand clutching his chest as if to hold onto his aching heart, however, was nowhere on your list of expectations. Before you could even stop yourself, you were ushering him inside without a word being passed between the two of you. A second and a third log were added to the fire, the temperature in your small home quickly rising as you tended to the flames. The strange boy at your door stood stiffly in the middle of your living room, the orange blaze casting dancing shadows across his features, amber eyes seemingly glowing in the low light.

“Sit, please. Let me see if I have anything for you to put on, so you don’t have to sit there in soaked clothes,” you say, pulling up a chair for him to be able to rest his weary feet, but when he took a seat, rather than sinking, taking pleasure in the opportunity to finally relax, even if it was only for the night, he sat with his back straight, slender hands folded elegantly in his lap. Every so often he would reach towards the fire to warm his chilled fingers, but they were quickly returned to his lap as if he had done something incredibly inappropriate. The soft rustle of your nightgown as you padded across the wooden floors shifted his attention away from the fire and over to you and the set of clothes that you held in your hands.

“I hope these fit you. They belonged to my brother before he passed in the war, so feel free to keep them. I have no use for them,” you say.

Kuroo gingerly takes the clothes from you, trying to hide the look of distaste on his face at the feeling of the material. It was cheap and stiff, nothing like he was used to, but they were dry and that’s what was more important. “May I ask for your name?” He asks, peeling his shirt from his body to replace it with the one you had given him.

“Y/N, sir. And who might you be and what in God’s name are you doing out in the woods at this hour? There’s all sorts of animals out there that don’t take kindly to people in their territory. You should consider yourself lucky.”

His eyes shifted to the window, peering through the night as if to check that there was no one who had seen him during his escape. “I- I really don’t think I should tell you that. At least, not yet. My apologies if that seems rude, but, you see, I’m in a bit of trouble, and well, I don’t exactly know who to trust right now.”

You nod simply and give a short chortle. “What’d you do? Commit tax evasion? Lord knows the king would have your head if that ever happened. The man is greedier than anyone I’ve ever met. You would think that he has enough money coming in, honestly. With the amount of citizens that he hounds for his outrageous taxes, you’d think he wouldn’t need to raise them again, but he has to pay for his wars somehow, I suppose. Sending innocent men off to die isn’t cheap, that’s for sure.”

You were so busy carrying on with your train of thought that you hadn’t noticed the way Kuroo’s body suddenly stilled as you continued to discuss his father so freely. Annoyance and bitterness dripped from every syllable as you spoke. The Kuroo family hadn’t been popular in the eyes of the people for many generations. They thrived off of starting unnecessary conflicts that would drag on for years. Even now, there were troops sitting off the shore of a small kingdom, blocking their trade routes, suffocating them slowly as they had been for the past seven years.

“I’m afraid that the monarchy has likely died today,” he says shortly, rolling up his pant legs. They had obviously been made for someone much shorter than himself as the ends rested just below the middle of his calves.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m from the capital city. Some of the citizens staged a coup. Before I left, I heard them say that they wished the king and his whole family dead. I don’t know what will be left of them by tomorrow.”

“Well, then let’s hope that this will finally turn things around in this country. It’s difficult to make a living and pay a ridiculous amount of taxes when you’re out here by yourself. My customers have been sparse since the recent increase. They can’t afford to mend their clothes, but I can’t afford to live without their business. Thankfully, with the border as close as it is, I get some business from the other kingdom, but it can also be a pain. The hassle of trying to make the trip across the river isn’t worth it for most.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up slightly at the mention of a river. “Which river is it?”

“Effingfil. Why?”

“How close am I to the border?”

“Only a few miles, sir. Is everything alright? You seem a bit frantic.”

“I need to get out of the country. Please, will you help me?”

“Sir, right now you need to rest. You’re lucky that you didn’t get hypothermia or something like that out in the rain.”

“Then tomorrow? First thing in the morning. Will you take me to the border?”

“Why are you so keen on leaving, may I ask?”

“Because if I don’t, they’ll kill me too. Please, I’m not ready to die,” he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. And in another odd twist of things you weren’t expecting, the stranger who had stumbled across your house in the darkness clutched onto your clothes as he hid his face against your shoulder. You could feel his body shaking against your form as you took him into your arms, soothing circles being rubbed against his lower back, the silence only being broken by his choked sobs and the gentle crackling of the fire.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kurootetsurou #tetsurou #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #trt #throne room thursdays #imagines #x reader #royalty au #damn kuroo pleading not to die kinda makes my heart ache no cap

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hellguarded-a · 4 years ago

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Morning Anon!! It's been a while, but I see you're feeling a bit down and definitely you deserve praise and admiration!! I've been reading all your cute hc's about Ignis and he's very cute and very inspiring. Tell us about how you came up with such a good concept!? One day I'll stop being shy and intimidated, and approach you for writing! Until then, know that I really enjoy you and your content and art on my dash! Please keep up the good work, you're doing wonderful!

ahah oh well i think that’s a little exaggeration but uhhHH sure history of this character go--

THREE YEARS AGO. slowly creeping up on four, some fandom drama made me go fandomless, although i felt absolutely idea-less at the time and felt like i couldn’t really come up with a brand-new concept from the scratch, so i actually went through an extensive list of mythological monsters n was like... what do i want to write... because i was dead-set on writing a monster boy like the disappointment that i am

so i wanted something... not just a species, but some specific creature from mythology and settled on cerberus. so that’s what i originally wrote. same url and everything. was more fitting back then i think, but its still alright and i’m attached to it. especially when i later saw someone using the url hellgvarded so i was like hehe i did it first

so, cerberus, right. meaning i wanted to do something funky with some sort of split personality thing given the three heads n such. well i... couldn’t do it? but partially i blame the fact that i couldn’t really connect with his muse in general, nor the world i put him in. my plotting / shipping partner at the time didn’t really help that much. it was very dull, set in a more cyberpunk-ish setting as compared to a modern parallel to today’s world as his canon is now, he was even supposed to have some cybernetic implants and such, not that i ever decided on those. admittedly, that part then fuelled shinjou’s focus on that, but i digress. his human alias was still ignis, his lover at the time was called noctis ( hint hint as to how i drew inspo for his brother lmao but really the name is the only connection because i liked the duality ) and he was still some sort of secret agent / police force thing, although i never decided on how he’s gotten to earth in that incarnation. basically he really had no background or anything to him besides that.

so i abandoned that blog due to my inability to connect, and also partially because i managed to feel so completely overwhelmed on it within two days as it literally exploded. the promo got such immense traction for w/e reason that i had 200 followers within those two days, which sure it stroked my ego a lil but at the same time? well first off, it barely let me settle in and also made me feel awful because i felt like i owed ppl a lot... and i didn’t want to disappoint. so many ppl jumped in on that concept and???? i actually didn’t have any muse for it????? so rip.

so i dipped after that and made the kitsune twins. which stayed with me for another 2-3 years so i’d call that a success. i still off-handedly write them on discord and at least one of them is actually important to ig’s canon. or rather, i eventually revisitted ig to make him a plot device for shinjou. before that, however, he still existed in the back of my mind in a prototype of what the gonchiye is today. the gonchiye actually gave me a platform to revamp a lot of my old muses which i’m actually rly happy about, but. anyway, back then it was a german-based organization called die jagdhunde ( same deal lmao ) but instead of being entirely supernatural based it was a group of humans actually hunting the supernaturals due to supersitions and stuff like that. sometimes they’d capture some of them and force them to work for them, ig being one of those, kalisha being another. it’s what made me lowkey ship them, but in the end ig ended up having a strong male preference so him and lisha are just kinda like bff’s in their current canon. by then, i simply had ig as a regular hellhound rather than being cerberus himself as i wanted him to be mine rather than being a known mythology being, but he had no background nor development beyond the fact that he was always supposed to be a mature, gentlemanly, but somewhat uptight individual with fire and shadow magic and the ability to phasewalk. that’s all i had on him.

but again, i tend to hyperfixate so it didn’t become much more than a simple concept like many others, as i focused on the order of the lotus and the twins’ story. but you know. eventually i reached a stalemate and i had a lot of background for shinzou, but not his brother. so that’s how the gonchiye became to be, being based on an ancient supernatural pit-fighting organization of which jou was once part of. i involved lucius in all that, made him be the big bad, etc etc, and then had jou be bought off by the yakuza so that’s how he was raised. i then really wanted a plot for him of infiltration and betrayal, but instead of making a whole new muse for that, i just took one of my old concepts and used that instead. which was ig.

ig’s muse was also spurred by nata’s ( @hellhunted ) desire to ship him with her falcon splice, which then alone led to further development of the gonchiye and their scientific endeavors. anyway point being i made ig, as part of the gonchiye, infiltrate shinjou’s yakuza to get him assassinated, and the whole plague thing got added in a bit later, but it worked out alright. again, one of my older concepts that i had in the twins’ old canon but wanted to reuse because i didn’t want to drop the idea completely. so that’s how i got more involved in ig’s character, and then i finally lost the twins’ muses completely ( much to my dismay, i miss them ) so i focused on ig? it was surprisingly easy to connect to him afterwards and give him some background, frankly i don’t remember how i made him be a hellhound / fury crossbreed ( i do remember it being nata’s idea but i just don’t remember what prompted it ), but i did purposelly lowkey base him off of cerberus to stay true to his origins. maybe it’s a little on-the-nose to have him be the ‘son of cerberus’ but i’m honestly quite proud of my cerberus hc which makes it very flexible to work with. similiarly, to how cerberus had an older brother called orthrus, i had always wanted ig to have a brother, so he always had a vague concept for one, so nox was around for a hot minute but again. it took me a while to actually do anything concrete with him as a character. originally, they were both hellhounds. now ig is a crossbreed and nox is a pureblood fury.

n really then it was just a matter of writing on discord to get him to where he is now --- i wrote him in private for about a year before bringing him on tumblr, but that’s how he came to be. heavily inspired by the cerberus as we know him, and then adapted to my impending apocalypse canon.

#≥ file 009: INTERCEPTED MESSAGES #≥ file 666: REDACTED #( kdgkjk thanks for the ask it made me feel better at least )#( distracting really ty ty )#( consider this tho; you already survived my follower purge which means i rly enjoy u too so )#( u know )#( wink wonk )#long post /#( lmaooo sorry this got so long but )#( lots of history to this boy i guess )#( you can also see how my thought process goes )#( pff )

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bxngthedoldrums · 4 years ago

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worst outfits of the boys?

ALRIGHT !!! ALRIGHT let’s get into it....as always i saved the best (worst?) for last,

panic:

first of all, ryan ross has NEVER missed!!! never !!! he always had the cleanest fits - in fact, he was the ONLY bitch who ever fully committed to the era’s styles, and he was also the only one who was rly pushin the fashion boundaries. i cannot think of one bad ryan look, but i do have one spencer one in mind that haunts me and it’s that weird plaid suit thing he wore to the grammys??? jon never dressed particularly well either tbh but he just didnt give a shit so i commend him. br*ndon had some trash ass fits esp in 2008, including that weird khaki suit jacket.....i’d include a pic but its just so giant and i dont want his face on my blog so enjoy spencer’s look

fall out boy:

okay none of fob were ever rly Dressing i gotta b honest,,, there’s certain recurring elements that rly put the fucks to them fashion-wise tho, and off the top of my head are joe’s sandals and patrick’s ugly as shit hats. they were all notorious for garbage ass looks on the red carpet, too ?????? i hate it here. this photo from 05 haunts me

also fuck this fit

cobra starship:

i think it’s unfair to judge cobra for their fashion because it was sorta their Thing to be trashy and tacky, and i cant hold that against them. suarez dressed the best, and even that is a stretch. they were really good at color coordinating tho so ig i gotta give them that leeway but here’s a good photo showcasing some of the ugliest shit. also i rly like when they’re doing like an Official Event and everyone’s dressed nice but gabe (not this photo but has happened multiple times!!!!!)

the academy is:

any outfit in which carden had his toes out, first of all. william has had some trashy fits too and the one that’s really forefront in my mind is the vest over the tank top and the boot cut jeans AND the sandals, shown in this photo. butcher’s pink scarf also fucking sucked tbh but overall i may dare to say tai was one of the better dressed on the scene, esp after 2006

my chemical romance:

this is where the dumpster fire really ignites. it’s really not a fashion statement, but it IS a fucking deathwish. these other bands could simply use the times as an excuse, but mcr continuously entrenched themselves in terrible outfits and committed so many fashion faux pas that i couldn’t possibly list them all (particularly our usual culprits, the way brothers) i will not roast the band as a whole for Any concept outfit units, such as the revenge suits/bulletproof vest/etc, tbp jackets, or danger days, BUT there were many horrendous standalone looks that we are forced to bear witness to

i want to start formally with the leather jacket that gerard destroyed with his sweat, from 2002 - 2005? i believe. i have posted some unfortunate photos of it on this blog before and i will not clog this post up w more, but it exists and it’s disgusting. it’s truly in a league of its own.

i’m in possession of a pretty terrible image from what i believe to be 2005 at the mtv video music awards. every person looks so god damn awful, i dont even know where to start. frank’s jacket is so ill-fitting he probably stole it off a dead man, gerard’s in this whack ass velvet?? suit??? MIKEY’S SHIT IS SO WRINKLED are u fucking kidding me ....bob looks like a rejected member of pawn stars and tbh ray’s the only one holding this band together at this point

i cannot sleep at night knowing they truly went out like this, but let us continue. i must add the teal roots photo, that certain one, because i am doomed to remember it. the unique and horrifying combination of the neon teal roots, the foundation flashback, the red eyeshadow undoubtedly applied with grimy fingers, the shitty blazer with oddly placed sweat stains, the ugly tie....it’s a fucking DEATHWISH!!!!!! babey!!! what the fuck

i can only include three more photos and my rep would be ruined if i didnt add THIS nightmare. another mtv event, another sad outfit. ray’s outfit sux but being next to these freaks makes him look marginally better, but i wont forgive that skinny tie. gerard’s giving us very “bilbo baggins went to maragritaville in the winter” chic with that putrid tropical shirt and too-small jacket, and mikey??? is avril lavigne??? the juxtaposition of mikey’s huge tie and ray’s tiny one is so fucking jarring, and also his vest looks AWFUL

i feel like i havent been harshing frank’s mellow much, but do not believe for one second that he hasn’t been dressing like shit since the dawn of time. nowadays he wears like 5 layers of shirts just to get his mail, but in the heyday of mcr he was Never presentable. the skeleton apron??? the jeans?? i cant even continue my life energy has been sapped from me

#vintage hell content #I CANNOT HANDLE IT

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twilightofthe · 5 years ago

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Tell me ALL your SW faves

Aaaaaa thank you! This took a while cuz this got long, lol sorry! Aight, so here’s ALL my SW faves for this ask prompt list!

FAVE MOVIE: Revenge of the Sith. 10000%. It just has everything! You get to see the Obikin relationship in all its glory, first and foremost, how much those two loved each other more than anything and knew each other better than anyone, and just how much they genuinely got along and then we got our hearts broken watching them have to fight after Anakin made his Goof Of The Millennium and just oooooof all the feels about my boys! Seeing Padmé and just loving her so gotdang much for being strong and wanting the best life for everyone, all while she was so scared and had so little support from anyone, and just couldn’t do it in the end. Seeing the end of the Republic, how after a thousand years, just, *poof*, just like that in like two days (yes, I know Sidious was planning it for over a decade but still), the horrific fascination on how Sidious was able to do that. Just the brilliance of Sheev’s character, how you despise him, but how brilliantly everything was pulled off. The angst of Order 66, how especially after TCW you love these characters SO MUCH and then you gotta watch them DIE HORRIBLY BY THOSE THEY TRUSTED, THOSE WHO NEVER HAD A CHOICE EITHER. Did I mention feeling so freaking bad for Obi Wan and his Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day??? Because I really do, he’s so good and kind and we see his life fall apart and ugh I love him. And y’all, watching Anakin Skywalker fall from grace like the brightest angel he was, you hate him for what he did, but you still can’t help but love him and cry for him and his loss because he was so good, and he did not deserve all this to happen to him but he did it to HIMSELF AAAAGGHHHH. Also, Obes and Ani were at peak prettiness this movie!! Just asdfkjglkdskajsrlk best movie love so diggity dang much

FAVE PAIRING: Oh, how EVER will I choose– Obikin. It’s Obikin, all the way, no contest. I know I’ve yelled about it a million and one times so I’ll save y’all the rant on how much I adore these disasters and their relationship and how I think they’re goddamn soulmates and the most interesting dynamic in the entire Saga. I ship them romantically and platonically and just everything, they’re so fucking important to one another and that’s why it hurts so much to watch them fall apart, and that’s why I’m so incredibly happy that they get to canONICALLY SPEND THEIR ENTIRE AFTERLIFE TOGETHER BECAUSE FORCE GHOSTS HELL YEAH. If I had to pick just secondary fave romantic and platonic relationships, hmmmm that’s hard. BUT, I’m gonna have to go with Kanera for romantic; SWR was what got me back into Star Wars and one of my favorite parts of it was watching Kanan and Hera, how much I loved them separately, but just how much they were a team together and I love them and I was unbelievably upset when Jedi Night happened (and I still have a rant about how animated Star Wars kills off their romantic couples in the exact same manner, pls ask me about how TCW’s The Lawless and Rebels’ Jedi Night had basically all of the same plot points that ended in killing off a romantic lead). For other fave platonic relationship, gonna have to go with Luke/Han/Leia BROT3 (separate from Hanleia as a romance, which is probs my 3rd fave). These disasters were the original Golden Trio, they saved the galaxy together all while yelling dramatically and having each other’s backs to the bitter end (or, at least ‘till the end of ROTJ lol) and I just love them as a team so dang much

FAVE TV SHOW EPISODE: Okay, since there are four TV shows, it’s only fair for me to pick one (or more don’t judge me) from each! Let’s see, from The Clone Wars, my fave eps have to be the entire Mortis trilogy arc in S3 because Obes/Ani/Snips family dynamic, Force Shenanigans, BEAUTIFUL scene designs, Anakin angst, just so many good things oof, and also Dooku Captured from S1, which I just adore because Obikin snark, annoying Grandpa Dooku, Hondo Fucking Ohnaka making everyone look so bad at their jobs, I just love it agh. Whoops that was technically four faves, so gotta do four for Rebels too! Gonna go wiiiiith World Between Worlds from S4 for Badass Ahsoka Tano, Ezra being brave and talented, Sheev being Absolutely Ridiculous, and just the overall Force Shenanigans cuz canon time travel y’all; The Lost Commanders from S2 because Rex is awesome, Kanan angst, and really good Kanan and Ezra bonding and Jedi awesomeness, Fire Across the Galaxy from S1 because of Ghost fam dynamics, Kanan angst, more Kanan and Ezra bonding, and just good stuff, and Twilight of the Apprentice in S2 (lol what about my username?) for being creepy and cool and maKING ME CRY ANAKIN YOU STUPID THRICE COOKED TOILET SEAT LEAVE AHSOKA ALONE. *cough* Ok, fine, I’ll stick with only one ep for the other two series. For Resistance, gonna have to go with the latest ep, actually! We get to see Kaz being clever and caring about his fam on the Colossus, really cool designs for Aeos and its people, Tam angst, and just everyone shining! For The Mandalorian, it’s gotta be the finale, Redemption, we get Din name, Armorer kicking everyones asses and me loving it, BABY YODA DOING THE HAND WAVE, Din getting over his issues with droids and connecting with IG only for IG to FUCKING DIE, DIN AND BABY YODA BEING AN OFFICIAL CLAN OF TWO, Taika just knocking this whole episode out of the park with the funny scouttroopers at the beginning who still deserved the ass-whooping they got for fucking murdering Kuiil and hiTTING BABY YODA YOU SLIMY FUCKNUGGETS–

FAVE CHARACTER: Alright, look, I can narrow it down to FIVE and that is IT. I just love too many Star Wars characters, I can’t go lower than top five! Ok, so my four favorites are Obi Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Kanan Jarrus, and Finn Skywalker-Dameron-Tico (i SAID what i SAID.) AIGHT so for starters, a lot of my favorite characters in different franchises fall under various archetypes I have for faves. Obi Wan fits one of my more popular ones: “Old, reluctant and more than slightly-questionable parental badass with a mysterious past that makes you love them all the more when you realize just how beautiful and tragic and deserving-better they were when that past is revealed”. I latched onto this dude from the start when I just liked the OT (tho Leia was always my fave lol), and I wanted to know about him, and then when I finally started getting into the PT and TCW, it was just a steady stream of “oh no he’s hOT?” “oh no he’s sAD?” “oh no he’s nICE?!? REALLY FUCKING NICE AND A BIT OF A MESS HELP” and then I just totally latched on because he’s hypercompetent at literally everything and looks damn good doing it and boy do I have a thing for competence, charming as all hell and goes through so much and comes out strong despite the fact that fate hates his fucking guts and tries to destroy his life constantly and guys he tries so hard and he’s kind of messy sometimes and a bit of a dick and I love him all the more for it because he’s trying, none of that do-or-do-not shit, he is doing his damn best and deserves happiness and not Anakin tearing him apart. SPEAKING OF SAND MAN. Ugh, so I love Anakin to fucking death and that makes me REALLY MAD ABOUT IT BECAUSE HE MAKES EVERYONE ELSE I LIKE SAD. So I love Anakin regardless because he’s not your typical protagonist. He’s fucking brilliant, hot when he fights, is amazing at fighting and flying and building stuff and there’s that competence thing for me again, oh boy! He’s funny and kind and he cares. And somehow, this bitch manages to have the two most beautiful, amazing people in the galaxy in love with him and willing to do basically anything for him like the fuck?!? Jealous much??!?!?!?! I am!!!! He’s so fucking bright and it’s impossible to look away. He’s also a dorky, messy disaster who’s not good with people or feelings or emotions and he panics over stuff and doesn’t know self-control and is kinda really bad at his job a lot and pushes away the people who care about him and screws up literally all the fucking time and he always feels like he’s drowning and alone and I get to watch him crash and burn under the weight of it all. Basically, minus the anger issues and the child murder and the murder in general, I kinda relate a lot to Anakin. I feel like a self-hating mess who doesn’t know how to control my ow head and the world hates me a lot too. I can project my mental issues onto him, enjoy the good parts of him, live vicariously through the things he does that I can’t like be loved by pretty people and be hot and athletic and smart, and then when he crashes I can side-eye and remember that at least someone’s doing worse than me lol. So yea, I love this messy boi to death and he’s the one I get the best characterization reviews on, so I guess we have an understanding. Leia I loved since as a kid. I’d want to be her, brave, talented, smart, strong as hell and snarky to boot. I realize that Leia fits another fave character archetype of mine: “Powerful young adult raised for greatness, did not ask for all the horrible shit that’s happened to them, highkey wants a break and for the bad guys to just roll over and die, is generally clever, hypercompetent, and 100% done with everyone else’s shit, overdramatic as all hell and enjoys insulting people”. Her and Han were my first Star Wars ship and she just always made me happy seeing her kick names and take ass. She’s gone through almost as much hell or maybe more so than Obi Wan, she also keeps getting back up and fighting, she deserved SO MUCH BETTER than what the Sequel Trilogy gave her and you may quote me on that. She’s also gorgeous and I wanted to wear all of her clothes (bikini not included). I also love her relationship with Luke and I am so goddam happy it is now canon that Leia Organa did Jedi training and can use a lightsaber!!! She has a lightsaber!!!!!!!!!! Ugh oof I love her. Kanan fills the similar “mentor” archetype as Obi Wan does, but with a smidge of youth because he’s younger when he gets dropped into this role. He’s more of a punk, more of a mess, and oof. Basically I’ve said it a zillion times how Rebels resparked my love of Star Wars, but really, it was Kanan on the screen that did it. It happened when the Rebels season 3 premiere eps ended up on the TV and I saw it and I thought in order 1. holy shit that Maul fucker’s actually alive? and 2. Oh no sad blind Jedi man! He’s cool and mysterious and I want to know why he’s sad and who made him sad and also want to give him a hug!!! He was my fave character all throughout Rebels and his training dynamic with Ezra, struggling to help this kid all while flying by the seat of his pants because he had Issues and no clue what he was doing and no support and ugh, he was smart and brave and I’m so sad he’s dead and yea. Finn!!!! Last but not least!!!! He was my favorite character from The Force Awakens. People have said it before, but he was just so new, a rebel Stormtrooper stolen and brainwashed at birth, finding the good guys and fighting to do the right thing! Possibly Force Sensitive! Super duper cute!!! Funny and kind, dammit, when not many other people in the galaxy were!!!!!!!! I was so, so sure Finn was gonna be a Jedi along with Rey at some point, that might have been my biggest letdown when I saw TLJ, but ugh I just loved his enthusiasm and his war within himself, ultimately loving his friends and trying to do what was right at the risk to his own safety, even though that was why he ran scared in the first place!!!!! I shipped him with Rey and with Poe and now I am NOT above the post TROS Jedistormpilot shipping!!!!! Finn was just always the most interesting part of the Sequel Trilogy for me and I personally feel like they could have done more with his character.

FAVE ACTOR/ACTRESS: Aight, so I try my best not to “stan” anyone famous because literally no one is perfect and everyone’s done something problematic at some point and if I dare say I like a famous figure, someone’s gonna find something about them and come after me all “OMG THIS PERSON DID/SAID/IS X YOU MONSTER GO DIE!!11!!1″. In terms of performance, I think all the actors in Star Wars did a lovely job and I’m happy with all of them! If I had to crush on any, it would probs be Ewan McGregor, John Boyega, or Diego Luna cuz, uh, they hot. If I had to pick one I liked most, it would honestly probs be Carrie Fisher. Maybe that’s just partially from missing her now that she’s gone, but I really admire her advocacy and transparence for mental health, and she just seemed like such a funny, kind, strong person.

FAVE PLANET: Aight, this is HARD and I refuse to only pick one planet! Ok, gonna start off with Coruscant because an endless city planet made up of lights is amazingly gorgeous and it has a Jedi Temple stacked on top of a Sith Temple and is just so cool aaaaa. Also love Felucia just for being so bright and colorful and pretty. Mortis for being just as weirdly gorgeous and also Weird Force Shit. Lothal for the beautiful mountains, the wolves, and the fucking lightspeed center of the planet passage what, Dathomir is delightfully creepy to look at, Crait is really cool with the salt and the red and the ice foxes, Kashyyyk because Wookiees and it’s pretty and I love their treehouses. Basically if it makes me clap my dumb monkey hands and go “oooh pretty!”, I love it. The more “not like Earth” it is, the more I love it.

FAVE SPECIES: Hmmmmm, this is a tough one……. There’s just so many cool-looking species that we know so little about, ya know? I wanna say either Togrutas or Wookiees. Togrutas just because the character design is incredible and so fun to work with and also I love Ahsoka, and Wookiees because they have such an interesting culture and backstory and also I want to give Chewbacca a hug.

FAVE CONCEPT: Uhhh, not quite sure I get the question; you mean like just story concept in general? If that’s it, I’m gonna have to go with just the whole concept of the Force and the Jedi in general. I mean George, George my man, what the fuck? How the hell did you come up with this?!? Mystical psychic space wizards with magic abilities to connect with and use the sentient godlike life force that combined the entire galaxy together. Oh and also they have COLORFUL GLOWING LASER SWORDS?!?!? It’s honestly one of the most creative things I’ve seen in popular culture, and that makes me sad that Star Wars now seems to be trying to separate itself from what I think is its most interesting quality because “ugh not EVERYTHING should be about the Jedi guys!”, when like, y’all, without the Jedi, the entire SW universe is basically just another military scifi war story…… Just my opinion tho.

FAVE SHIP: Ok, since pairing was already up there, I assume this means actual ship? Well, uh, gonna have to be square with y’all, I’m a bad Star Wars fan for this part; I’ve never been the one to memorize ship names and designs and know the exact make and model number of some fancy ship, I’m real bad at that lol. I’ll say my favorite ship is the Ghost. Hera flies it and the Rebels Fam lives on it and it’s super cool and it makes me happy!

FAVE WEAPON: LIGHTSABER. LIGHTSABER LIGHTSABER. LIGHTSABERLIGHTSABERLIGHTSABERLIGHTSABERLIGHTSABER. Y’all, c’mon, what did you think I was gonna pick? xD Lizard brain want glowy shiny colorful big stick that goes whoosh!

FAVE BACKGROUND EXTRA: Again, not entirely sure what this means, but do you mean fave background character? If so, then it’s a tie between Wilrow Hood and his ice cream machine for the memes, that one clone in TCW who yeets a plate of toast at Cad Bane’s face, or that one background soldier who scoots between Han and Leia arguing in ESB and also Hera and Kanan arguing in Rebels (yes I do headcanon it’s the same guy lol)

FAVE MOMENT/SCENE: This one’s actually pretty easy. Anakin dying in Luke’s arms in ROTJ, and then his ghost showing up to Luke later at the Ewok party. I just care so ridiculously much about stupid Anakin and his stupid story and mistakes, and even before I was a prequels stan and had only seen the OT (and wasn’t a huge Vader fan, believe it or not), some part of me just felt so solemn, so fragile watching this, watching the giant monstrous machine falling apart as he fades away to reveal a weary, tired old human man, and it always made me wonder, what the hell happened to him to turn him into that thing? Seeing that young, beautiful man, basically Luke’s age, showing up as a ghost later, just the fascination, the tender look he shared with Old Ben, just how young he was, that made it all the more mysterious and knowing what I do now, it’s just so much better because my poor, horrible Disaster Man finally did the right thing and he finally found peace and it’s just the only ending I could be happy for Anakin with, And Luke, I always felt so bad for Luke, being so strong, so brave, finally getting his father back for like five damn minutes and then having to lose him again and just hurting for him but also knowing that it was gonna be okay because Luke had more family now, the ghosts, and Han and Leia and Chewie and R2 and 3PO and Lando and everyone.

FAVE KISS: Luke and Leia (HANG ON LET ME SPEAK) forehead kiss in The Last Jedi. I know (this one) isn’t meant as romantic, and I know the question is probs about a romantic one and I know that it’s not even a real mouth kiss. But. That Luke and Leia scene was my favorite part of the entire movie. Again, I was missing Carrie a lot, and ugh, after all these years, after not getting to interact the entire previous movie and not at all during this movie, the ONE scene with Carrie and Mark and the pure emotion of it all just knocked me out of my fucking seat. You could see how connected they were as siblings, how much Leia had missed Luke, how much he had missed her and how sorry he was for leaving, sorry for Ben, sorry for having to leave her again now, Leia knowing Luke was about to die, and just, acceptance. Love and acceptance. It was just a final, tender kiss on the forehead, and it was perfect and yeah. If I do have to pick a romantic lip smooch, it’s probably the Hanleia classic “scoundrel” kiss in Empire Strikes Back. I still remember watching ESB the first time as a KID and being all eeeeeeee are they gonna– YES they kissed they kissed they kissed finally! and that’s enough for me.

FAVE FIGHT: Obi Wan and Anakin on Mustafar in Revenge of the Sith. WIthout question. It’s brilliantly and precisely choreographed to show the intricate nuances of the Obikin breakup in alllllll of its painful glory. It breaks my heart every time I watch it because every time I watch it I still hope it’s gonna end differently. That Anakin realizes he can’t kill Obi Wan and ditches Sidious and goes back with Obi Wan to save Padmé. That Obi Wan realizes he can’t let Anakin die and saves him from burning and from Sidious and takes him back too. That Obi Wan at least puts Anakin out of his misery which would be godawful painful, but would save him from the horrid life as Vader. That while they’re fighting, a lava monster appears like in the concept art and Vader and Obi Wan have to put aside their differences and fight the thing and remember how much they mean to each other. But ugh, this fight was beautifully choreographed and was originally supposed to be a MULTI-MINUTE SINGLE SHOT WHAT THE HELL??? Oooof Hayden and Ewan did such an amazing job and the whole thing just rips my heart out every time in the bestworst way possible

FAVE LINE OF DIALOGUE: Now THIS is hard, I’m not the best at picking favorite lines. Hmmm, this is HARD. Let me think. Gahhhh, it’s hard because I have so many lines I like and I can’t even just narrow down a couple!!! Ultimately, it’s probably gonna be Yoda’s monologue from Empire Strikes Back: “Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter…” Just that entire line saying how basically all of us are more than the sum of our parts, that everyone is their own sparkling light made of stardust, I loved it as a kid and I love it now.

FAVE BOOK/COMIC: Answered here

FAVE HERO: Gonna go with Obi Wan! I already rambled about why I love him, but y’all……. I love him.

FAVE VILLAIN: Anakin Skywalker/Darth McFucking Vader. I loved him when he was a hero and the silly poor sad boy makes me sad when I see him as a villain all while being an overdramatic asshole and it just makes me wanna hit him with a newspaper for ruining his life and everyone else’s I love him.

FAVE OUTFIT: Answered here

FAVE CREATURE: I love Lothcats/Tookas! I just heckin’ love cats and now there’s spACE KITTIES WITH SUPER FOOFY TAILS AND BIG EARS OMG Y’ALL I LOVE THEM I JUST REALLY DO AND I REALLY WANT ONE SO I CAN CUDDLE IT ;_;

WHEW. That was all of the faves, thanks so much for asking me!!! Sorry this took so long to do, this was kinda a hell week haha!

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soulfood-fics · 5 years ago

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Oreo - Chapter 1

Heyy! This is my first fic, hopefully its not trash!

Pairing: John Boyega + Black!OC

Inspiration: John did an interview where he said a girl broke up with him after seeing him on a Star Wars billboard, this story is a variation of that but with my own little twist.

I made it an original Character but I hope everyone can identify with it.

Enjoy!

Waking up to the Living Single theme song and the brightness of her TV, Akida feels the covers around her trying to silence her phone. Squinting her eyes to focus on the screen she realizes it’s not her usual alarm but a facetime call from her older sister Bianca. After letting it ring, she decides to answer and point the camera towards the ceiling.

“Hey lil sis!” Bianca’s chipper voice made Akida groan.

“It’s too early for this B,” rolling over so that only her forehead and eyes were visible on screen “…what do you want?” she says, rolling to the other side of the bed and hiding her head under the pillow.

“Girl it is 10am on a Saturday, get up and open the door.”

Slightly confused, Akida brings the phone directly to her face, “You’re here?” The question was answered by a knock on the door.

She’d forgotten she was supposed to do her sisters hair this morning. Jumping out of bed, turning off her TV and scrambling to make her room look decent, Akida put clothes and papers anywhere they’d fit. Just as she stuffs the last pile of clothes in the closet, Bianca knocks again. Rushing out of her room she makes a mental note to thank her roommate for cleaning the kitchen before opening the door. “What took you so long? You know I’ve seen your room before.” Grabbing each other into a tight hug, “I missed you, B” Akida whispers into her sisters hair. “Oh sure you did. You don’t call, you don’t write. I’m tired of being treated like a bald headed stepchild.”

Closing the door behind her sister, she’d forgotten how dramatic she was. “You live two freeway exits away. Relax.”

~Only being two years apart they hadn’t seen each other much growing up, having different mothers and estranged relationships with their father. They reconnected sometime in high school when Akida’s relationship with their father had gone rotten. Both had been daddy’s girls but at a young age they became aware that the family dynamic wasn’t normal. The visits with their father became shorter and less frequent and eventually stopped. After high school graduation, Akida went to college in the Bay Area to be close to Bianca who had started a family of her own. Her long-time boyfriend Donovan and their adorable three year old son Jacob were the perfect IG black family goals~

“Ready to get started?” Bianca asks as she turns on the living room TV and gets comfortable on the floor in front of the couch. Akida’s mother made her learn how to do hair, especially her own. She’d become her sisters designated braider since she was the only one who knew how to cornrow. Grabbing the rattail comb and other supplies, she sits behind her sister and begins to part her hair.

“Can you do a little design in the front and a second row of braids in the back? That way it’s versatile.” Bianca asks, making Akida raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to cornrow, you’re making a lot of requests.”

Turning around to face her sister, Bianca says “I am a proud member of the BGWCB club!” They both laughed “The what?” she asks.

“It’s the Black Girls Who Can’t Braid club, we are underrepresented and deserve to be acknowledged” Bianca says between chuckles.

Still laughing she goes back to parting the hair into rows and starts braiding. A brief silence falls over them before Bianca changes the subject. “Dad called”, she says as more of a statement than a conversation starter. “He asked about you.” She adds. Not wanting to entertain the topic Akida stays quiet focusing on making clean parts and even sections. Turning around again, Bianca continues “Kiddie he’s sick and it doesn’t look good for him. I think you two should talk.”

Not wanting to hear any more of it Akida snaps back “And if you want these plaits tight I think you should turn around.” Bianca decides to drop the subject and they sit in silence as Akida finishes her hair, sharing the occasional laugh at the Insecure rerun.

Once she finishes the last braid, Akida puts coconut oil on the parts between the braids and shea butter on the ends, “done” she mumbled and moves to get up from the couch headed to her room. Bianca catches up to her sister and hugs her from behind, “Thank you Kiddie!” she sings “And I’m sorry for bringing dad up, I know it’s still a sensitive topic for you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Ooo why don’t we go out for lunch? Donovan’s mom has the baby so I’m free.” Just the mention of food makes Akidas stomach growl, reminding her she hadn’t eaten. “Come on. It’s my treat” Bianca pleads.

“Fine, it’ll be my payment”

Clapping her hands together, Bianca heads back to the living room. Before Akida closes the bathroom door to get dressed she hears “Oh can we take your car? I don’t want to lose my parking space.”

“Sure.” She says rolling her eyes

They decided to go to Akidas favorite Filipino street food spot on Fruitvale. She ordered chicken lumpia and 24 count of their signature G-Fire wings.

“So how are things with you and uh… um.. What’s his name?” Bianca asks before taking a drink of water.

“His name is Elijah and you already know we broke up.” Bianca never approved of Elijah or his relationship with Akida. When they had broken up a few months ago Bianca wanted to throw a party.

“Oh yeah Elijah, so y’all don’t talk still?” Bianca was pressing for answers that she already knew. Akida could tell she was up to something.

“No we do not. Why?” she answered.

“Oh no reason... So would you mind if I gave that guy over there your number?” Bianca tilted her head towards the end of the line to order. Akida turned, moving her braids from her shoulder and saw him. He was cute. Cute in a ‘nice to look at but don’t touch or else he’ll ruin your life’ kind of way. Since she had just gotten her life together, Akida thought it best to leave him alone. “Im not interested.” She said and turned to dip her lumipa in the sweet and sour sauce.

All while they ate Akida had tried to sneak glances at him. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as slick as she thought and they locked eyes for one second too many. Bianca caught their brief interaction also, “Lier, do you want me to get him over here?” she asks and raises her hand to get his attention.

“EXCUSE ME! You with the Africa tattoo! Yeah, Hi can you come here plea- OW.” Her sentence was cut short by Akidas foot connecting with Bianca’s knee.

“Nope! Sorry, big mistake. Stay in your seat please, Sir.” Akida’s attempt for damage control fails as the man continues to get up from his seat and carry his food towards them. “Oh god no. What did you just do?” she whispers harshly towards Bianca who’s already switched seats to make room for the handsome stranger. “I’m getting you a man. Now shut up and be nice,” she whispers back.

Smiling through the pain in her knee, Bianca stretches a hand out to greet him, “Hi, I’m Bianca. Nice to meet you.” pointing towards Akida and the open seat next to here “ my sister and I noticed you eating alone and thought you might want some company. Please have a seat.”

Putting his plate of food down on the table he shakes Bianca's hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m John.”

Oh god, his accent Akida thought, I’d let him hold me.

She continued to imagine what his arms would feel like around her until her thoughts were interrupted, “And THIS is my sister Akida, she's a little shy.” she hadn't noticed the hand in front of her. Internally yelling at herself for missing the opportunity to touch him, Akida strains a smile. He mimics her smile back to her, “it’s alright love, I wouldn't talk to me either.” he says with a laugh and sat down, continuing the conversation with Bianca.

Akida waits for an opening to interject into the conversation.

“I love your accent, where are you from?” Bianca asks.

“London but I’m Nigerian ” he answered. There it was, her opening.

“Oh really that's cool.” dumbass, she thought, out of all the words you know that's what you put together.

He didn't seem to care though, he was just happy she was talking to him. “Yeah, it is pretty cool.”

The just sit and smile at each other for a few seconds.

Not wanting the conversation to go stale Bianca interjects, “Oh Kiddie, tell him about the Jollof Festival.”

“Yeah Kiddie, tell me about it.” John was teasing. He turned in his chair to face her.

It didn't matter how many clothes she had on, the way he looked at her made her feel exposed and completely bare.

“There’s a festival downtown where different vendors have jollof from different places. But it's mostly Ghanaian and Nigerian vendors there, they're a little competitive.” Akida explains.

“And Nigerian Jollof wins. Hands down.” John said matter-of-factly

“I wouldn't know, I’ve never had it before.”

“You have a Jollof festival but you’ve never had jollof ? That's the only way to have it.”

Akida shrugged, “My ex boyfriend was Ghanaian so he only took me to the Ghanaian vendors.”

“Well he’s an idiot,”

“I couldn’t agree with you more!'' Akida and John had both forgotten about Bianca. She was quiet which isn't normal for her. “Sorry to interrupt whatever's going on here,” gesturing to John and Akida, “but we’ve got to go.”

“Awe do we?” realizing what she’s said, Akida quickly corrects herself, “I mean yes we do, sorry John it was really nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you as well, both of you.” John stands letting Akida move from the table, “ Akida I’d like to see you again, if that's alright. Maybe take you out for some real jollof.”

Before she could answer Bianca hands John a napkin with her sister’s number on it, “Oh I thought you’d never ask,” pulling Akida towards the exit, “Bye John.”

As soon as they're out the door, Bianca starts to yell, “DOYOUKNOWWHOTHATWAS?,” stopping in front of Akida. “I didnt recognize him at first but then it hit me!”

“You know him?”

“Yes! You dont?”

“No. I’ve never seen him before.” Akida gets distracted by a text,

Bye Kiddie, Let me know when you want that jollof.

Looking up from her phone, shes met by another screen. Bianca held up a picture, it was John holding a light saber. Her heart dropped “There’s no way.”

@ghostfacekill-monger @honeychicana

#fan fiction #john boyega #john boyega x Black!OC

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mrdanielbond · 6 years ago

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A Bond with Kids

[Main Characters; James Bond X Reader (+2 Children)]

Plot; James finds himself in an absolutely shocking predicament. On his night off, he accidentally volunteers to take care of your two children, aged 3 and 5. When he thinks its going to be an easy task, it turns out to become one hell of a serious mission…

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Charlie - Your oldest son, 5 years]

[Andrew - Your youngest son, 3 years]

[Word Count; 2494]

[Warnings? Chaotic children. That’s as hardcore stuff for me.]

[A/N; I thought it would be funny to do something like this. Hope you all enjoy this!]

[IG; @Daniels.Craig]

Today was not your day. You weren’t ready to deal with the catastrophe that was your job. On a day that you were supposed to be spending time with kids, once they returned from school, you had received that unfortunate call that you had to come back to work and do overtime. Overtime. The worst thing that could be given to anyone who was a single parent. There was only one person you were glad to have in your life at that moment and that was indeed James Bond. You two had been friends for quite some time and it had gotten to the point where you were able to confide in him whenever you had a problem. He was an exceptional listener. Not really towards his employer but only for you he would close his mouth and open his ears. Shocking isn’t it? Almost a year ago, you left the MI6 for the sake of the safety of your children and realising how much time had been taken away from you spending time with them. Now, you were working a full time job and had more time on your hands - well - sometimes. At least it wasn’t as bad as working within the MI6. James hadn’t lived far from where you lived with your children. In fact, it was a twenty minute drive away, which wasn’t too bad considering your relationship with him wasn’t going to become distant at this rate. As you rushed and gathered your things for work, you realised that something was missing. There was just something odd about the way you prepared for work. It was then you saw Charlie walking around the house and realised - you had forgotten to call a babysitter to watch the boys!

See? Today wasn’t your day. You couldn’t slump on the couch at this rate and to call for a babysitter to come around quickly, you would have to wait for them which meant you were going to be late. The part of town you lived in was also busy, so both of you were bound to be even more late than imagined. This was a dreadful time for you.

“Charlie! Where’s my phone!” You panicked, once you rushed around looking for it. You heard it buzzing constantly but couldn’t find it, until you realised it was hidden in the toy car pyramid that both boys had been building. It had to be work, it must’ve been. You should’ve checked in early. That was the only way to know you were able to accept the overtime. You picked up the phone with a panting voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Y/N. Its James. Is everything alright?” He asked.

Just as you explained what had happened, Bond now had to come up with an answer on how to help you with your problems. Boy did he regret coming up with this sort of answer. He had told you, “I can take care of the boys if you want.” Behind the phone, he squeezed his eyes and bit his bottom lip in regret. James Bond working with kids? What the hell was he thinking?!

“Oh no James. You could never do that. That’s too much trouble. You don’t even get along with children!”

“Of course I do. Its not trouble at all. Don’t stress it. I’ll stop by and watch the boys until you get back. Its only a few hours anyway. Right?” His panic was incredible. Absolutely fascinating. James Bond didn’t panic at anything at all. Except he now found his weakness. Taking care of children. “Oh James! Thank you so much! I don’t know how to repay you honestly-”

“Its fine Y/N. You don’t have to repay me at all. I’m in the car now, I can come round and take care of Christopher and Alex, it is no problem at all.” He smiled. His mind didn’t agree with him though. It thought of him as an idiot who couldn’t even think for himself.

“Their names are Charlie and Andrew. I’ve told you that several times.” You paused, with squinted eyes of your own. James nervously laughed it off and said, “I’m joking Y/N! Of course I know their names! I was just - I was just joking with you.”

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The boys were wide awake and watching you as you were preparing for work. The minute Bond arrived, Charlie stopped at the door and looked up at this tall, slightly intimidating man. After all, he was the one who answered the door. He covered his mouth and gasped when he saw those crystal blue eyes glaring at him, yet he had a smile on his face and waved. “Hello. You must be Charlie.” He became silent and ran off with his action figure in fear. Bond wasn’t that scary, right? You were allowed into the family home and surprisingly for young children living inside it, the house was absolutely spotless. You had to thank him once again for volunteering to take care of your children and gave him a quick peck his cheek, to Charlie’s disgust and told the boys that they had to behave around him. You dashed off in a hurry once you kissed Charlie and Andrew goodbye and left Charlie observing the agent. Bond pulled out a flask 500ml flask filled with Johnnie Walker and took a quick sip in front of the curious boy. Charlie just couldn’t stop looking at him on the couch. He just had this menacing look about him. This random man, walking in to take care of him and his brother, something was odd about him. Andrew was already occupied, playing with building blocks on the other side of the front room. Yet Charlie kept his silence and had his eyes on the leather jacket.

“So what business do you have with my mum?” Charlie asked with his arms folded. He was the one to start the conversation after all.

“You’re a very observant little lad aren’t you?” Bond chuckled and sat back, watching Charlie.

“I think it would please you to know that I don’t have any business with your mother at all. We used to work together.”

“Oh please. She kissed your cheek. That’s more than what friends do. I know who you are and what you do.”

“Oh really?” He laughed. “That’s cute. Tell me. Did you get that phrase from some sort of action movie or something?”

“Your name is James Bond. You’re a spy working for the MI6 and have been working there for years. You don’t like children that much because you’re an agent but here we are. Face to face. Why? Because you like my mum and will do anything for your the sake of your ‘friendship.’ I know you don’t like kids because you’re sat over there and don’t even notice how Andrew his hitting himself on the head with one of the building blocks and will bruise any minute now. ”

“Who are you working for?” Bond fired with the answer from the child’s quick deduction. This was both appalling and shocking.

“I’m just smart and watch who my mother’s working with that’s all. And you should really watch Andrew because if he’s hurt, Mum will flip and it’ll- all - be - on - you. Say goodbye to that friendship you so say are taking care of.” Charlie gave a fake smile.

It was surprising for James to see how intelligent the little boy was for a five year old and while Bond had been caught up in trying to outwit a little boy, Andrew had crawled his way to the flask the Bond had and pulled it towards his mouth, attempting to drink the whiskey inside.

“Hey! No! Andrew!” He quickly pulled the flask and now this was the moment he was dreading. Andrew’s big brown eyes began to fill with tears and his lips curved, he made that small whimpering sound and suddenly an outburst of crying before Bond had happened. “Jesus. No! Andrew, don’t cry!” He didn’t listen and continued to cry. “Charlie! How do you silence your brother?” James had to pick up him and carried him around the room.

“He’s a baby. Not a sound machine, James.” The boy folded his arms in front of James once again, this time with his Dr Strange action figure facing him too. Charlie then stood up and smelt the contents of the flask. “This stinks.”

“That’s because its not meant for obnoxious children.”

“Well that was just rude.” Charlie said glaring at him. Bond slowly approached him and snatched the flask from his hand and placed it on a high counter. “You know you can’t hold a kid like that. It hurts their arms. He’ll cry.” Bond didn’t really want to hold Andrew any closer but he did as Charlie watched.

This was the beginning of a very long night. It took a while to silence Andrew and eventually he did. Bond had thrown his leather jacket aside and watched the boys like a hawk as they played together. Charlie then sat across Bond once again, this time with Andrew sat next to him and watched the way he was sat.

“What do you want now?” Bond groaned.

“So you’re an agent...You make money out of shooting people.”

“No. That’s not the premises of my job.”

“But you kill people.”

“I have a license to do it though and again that is not the premises of my job..”

“Pft. You can’t get a license to kill.”

“Um. Yes you can because I have one.”

“Prove it.”

“Why would I want to prove it to a five year old boy?”

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[10 minutes later]

“I don’t think you’re even fit to be a babysitter.” Charlie was giving James a hard time. More than what Bond had expected from such a young kid.

“You don’t say.” Bond responded sarcastically as he took another sip of his whiskey.

“Maybe that’s why you’re still in the friendzone then.” Charlie’s response had Bond there. He choked on a bit of his whiskey and glared at the young boy in absolute shock. “What?!”

“I heard that agents know how to make their move but you’re still in the friendzone. That must be a serious problem for you, considering I’m not going to let you move past it.”

“You’re too smart for your own good. You know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

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Things had taken a turn for the worse when while Andrew was in the kitchen taking sweets from the sweet jar and eating them casually, James had to try and stop him. While that was happening Charlie went through James’ jacket pocket and pulled out his walther.

“Woah! Cool! A real gun! Is it on safety?” Charlie had decided to pretend to be a spy, as Bond chased him around the house after the gun. “Charlie! Give me that back!” He demanded.

“Pew! Pew!” He made gun noises pretending to shoot but in all honesty, the gun wasn’t on safety - which you would’ve killed Bond for. The boy was quick, he moved all around the house and hid in every single small spot there was. “AHAHAHAAH!” He screamed all around the house running as Andrew sat in the kitchen and poured the sweets from the sweet jar all over the floor. It was one of the longest chases that Bond actually ever had to face and an exhausting one indeed. Half an hour later he had gotten his gun back, Andrew couldn’t help himself but pick up an old vase, it was way too heavy for him and before he dropped it, Bond took a dive to the floor and managed to catch it. That was when the boys began running all over the house again, throwing toys around while Bond lay on the floor with a deep sigh. “This is why I don’t have children!” He grunted with a sigh.

Eventually he had to send the two to bed. He was not prepared to take care of the kids any longer. They were absolutely manic! Bond then slumped on the couch and began drinking what was left of his flask and when it was gone, he shoved it back in his coat and leant back with a long winded sigfh. Boy, this is why he didn’t want kids ever.

Just as James flickered his way through different channels, he heard the sound of whimpering from the side of the door. Charlie and Andrew both stood there with toys in their hand looking absolutely tired. More than James had been which was unbelievable. “Boys. What are you doing awake?”

This time, Andrew spoke for the pair and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t sleep…” He said softly.

Charlie was embarrassed to admit it himself as he hugged his Dr Strange action figure. “I..I can’t sleep either.”

Bond began to smile, he had finally had the upper hand against the ‘know it all’ little boy and his sneaky little brother. He then told them, “Alright. You want to join me in watching some television with me?” He asked. He expected the boys to sit across him on a separate couch, instead, Charlie sat comfortably under his arm, while Andrew curled up on his lap. For the first time ever, the two boys were silent and comfortable being near James. He wasn’t used to this.

“You know. You’re not too bad for a spy or a babysitter…” Charlie admitted, making himself comfortable under Bond’s arm. He even made room for his action figure. James smiled to himself quietly for a moment, in relief.

You made it home absolutely knackered. You just couldn’t handle another minute being back at work or being around your boss, who was a complete asshole. You threw your heels off aside and noticed the house was quiet. It was a tip, with lego pieces and action figures everywhere. But it was quiet. “Guys I’m back!” Nothing. “Andrew? Charlie? James?” Nothing again.

This was strange. Usually the boys would’ve been all over you but there was nothing from them. You entered the living room, almost panicking but the sight was unbelievable.The entire room was upside down. Everything on the floor. The television was still on but no one was watching. The boys were on the couch, sleeping in an absolute bliss. Charlie lay against Bond, while his arm was wrapped around him. The talkative one was now snuggled up under him. Meanwhile, Bond has his other arm wrapped around Andrew, who was curled up against Bond’s chest and his hands gripping his arm. It was a beautiful sight. However, the one thing that struck you most was the way you found Bond. His presence was tranquil, he looked innocent and was fast asleep himself. His face had been filled with scribbles from marker pens and he was surrounded by lots of toys beside him. Never had you imagined that James Bond would be sleeping with ease and comfortably with your children...

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sinitar-the-reborn · 5 years ago

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Nos Astra

“Deploying ships: 17a, 18a, 19a and... 20a. Estimated time of arrival, 1 month.” Litvak watched the glory of Tymalian ships docked in the sea of glowing spores. Lines of soldiers escorted the chained and restrained Nyctcimmerians into the ships, emotionless eyes following their Pobedan masters.

“Father?” A voice from nowhere particular called him. “Father, are you on?”

“Inkir?” Litvak walked away from the others, holding his finger to the earpiece installed on his helmet. His voice was muffled by the additional layer of protective fabric covering his mouth, for his fear of disease from the spores was almost crippling.

“Are you coming home soon? Mother told me to ask you that.” The young voice of his son inquired.

“I am not leaving yet, I am sorry.” Litvak pushed a few visible spores away from his helmet. “We are still working on building Pobeda, you know? It may take a month more but I promise you I will be back before your birthday.”

“Alright.”

There was a long moment of silence between them and neither knew what to say to express their sadness to the other.

“Do you still want that AR device you were telling me about?” Litvak tried his best to make his smile present in the tone of his voice.

“I suppose.” Inkir answered. “I must go now... I have to go to school. It’s morning here, so...”

“Be safe, we will talk tonight.” Litvak kept fanning the air away from himself, only stopping as he heard the call end without a goodbye. He disconnected his earpiece, trying to relax in the utter quiet of his protective suit.

A strong hand grabbed him all of a sudden by his shoulder and the Tymalian shouted in surprise, turning around with wide eyes but quickly calming down when he saw Kirilov grinning at him. His voice wasn’t audible until Litvak turned the device back on.

“Did you ever want to live like a king?” There was malice in Kirilov’s eyes, mistaken for excitement by Litvak.

“Am I not already?” The general smiled back,

“Come on, you know what I mean. Look.” He pointed behind him to a pair of Nyctcimmerian women, marked as female and belonging to Litvak Ig-Pobeda 3b.

“My wife wouldn’t approve of me bringing those home.” He chuckled, his gaze filled with awe at their long silken hair.

“Your wife doesn’t have to know - sell them before you leave. I think there is enough space in your apartment here for both of them. Unless you’re harboring some Rosian waitresses.”

“Oh, you never forget do you?” Litvak laughed at his joke. “Very well. I accept this gift.”

“Just make sure you don’t break them on your first day.”

“A seccunic day? I cannot make promises then.”

---

His short-term residence was a penthouse offering a view onto the Tymalian military base. Litvak ensured a thorough process of safety measures which would eliminate all traces of spores and possibly contaminated seccunic air from his suit before even entering the apartment. The same paranoid procedure was now applied to his slaves - the different stages of washing, disinfecting and even disposal of clothes taking up a minimum of an hour.

But it was worth it. Inside the apartment, Litvak was free to wear whatever he wanted and he usually opted for a pair form fitting black sweater and deep blue trousers, his hair folded in its usual thick braid.

The slaves were standing by the sofa, watching Litvak with seemingly emotionless expressions as he poured himself a generous glass of scotch.

“You there.” He pointed at one of the two. “Turn on the fireplace.”

And so she obliged immediately, the illusion of a fire crackling in the corner of the large gray-themed living room. Litvak’s eyes fell onto the second slave, pointing now at the floor before the couch. “Kneel.”

He sat down before her, watching the void in her eyes with a slight unease in his chest. The benefits of a Vikril or Kiliktin slave were emotional - he could usually sense their fear and inferiority. But this was... different. If it weren’t for their origin, he would be pretty sure there were two androids working for him now.

“Turn on the music.” He clarified with a gesture to the music player and the first Nyctcimmerian obliged, leaving on the first song that came up.

“Your eyes are so unnerving...” Litvak commented at the kneeling slave, resting his boot on her shoulder as he pulled out the tablet. “Are all slaves incapable of seeming sentient or is it just you two?”

“Nyctcimmerians rely on subtle facial clues to read emotions. One which Tymalians fail to recognize...” She said, observing his ruthless expression.

“Oh, so you consider me too stupid to read into your fear? Is that it?” He removed his boot from her, leaning forwards to take a good look at her from head to the thighs. “Your people are in our hands. I wouldn’t call this political constellation a proof of your intellectual superiority.”

“Neither would we your tribal instincts.” She retorted.

Litvak’s glass shattered in his hand as he witnessed her foolish bravery. “Clean this up.” He said to the Nyctcimmerian still standing by the music player before leaving his armchair.

His way of replying to the overly courageous statement was a hefty kick to her stomach. Before she could even bend over, he had her up by her hair, dragging her onto the counter of the kitchen.

“Spore-ridden filth.” He grabbed her by her throat. “I am stuck here on your planet, having to drive you like some cattle. And all I get as a thank you are two foul-mouthed, pathetic, s-...”

“Please, don’t.” She turned her head away, blinking as she anticipated his other raised hand to strike her.

The Tymalian was surprised at what seemed to be the closest of a visible reaction he could emit from her. Instead of a slap, his hand fell onto her cheek firmly.

“I have no qualms with killing you on the spot. My shoes are made of Nyctcimmerians and I would certainly welcome another pair.” He uttered through his teeth. “But I can think of other ways I can use you first.”

---

Kirilov was immensely annoyed by the lengthy process of cleansing required before entering Litvak’s apartment. Already agitated by the hour he could never get back, he marched into his apartment with a deep frown.

“General Litvak.” His expression melted into confusion as he saw the Tymalian, half naked, enjoying a cigar by the window. “Don’t tell me...”

“Do not judge me, they can be good lovers.” He draped the coat over his bare shoulders, offering his colleague a cigar.

“But you have a wife...”

“So do you. And I know very well what happened on Rosteria the last time we visited.”

Kirilov sighed, accepting the offer and taking a seat by the window. “I am just surprised. That is all.”

“It was worth it, believe it or not.” Litvak seemed much less tense. “I would almost let them free.”

“Oh, now you simply wish to be fired. Or worse.” Kirilov laughed.

“It was only a jest.” He crossed his arms, looking into the half-opened room where the two Nyctcimmerians were still lying on the bed.

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missjackil · 6 years ago

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My SPN Finale Diary

Day 6

This was a pretty hard day. I’ve unfollowed several people. I wont name them, and I wont call them out, but its part of why I dont think the fandom has much of a chance after the show is done.

This is one MEAN fandom. I mean dirty, cold ass. soulless mean! Not all of you of course, some of you are good sane people, but you’re being overshadowed by some nut jobs. The speculations and accusations about why, when and how the show decided it was over, just on Tumblr is ridiculous, and 10 times worse on twitter/IG. They didnt give us any insight as to why, and believe me, no one is more gutted by that than I am, and its alright to say “I think maybe XYZ happened... it makes sense to me” But to laugh at people who dont believe thats what happened is cruel. If you can say something cruel and laugh about it, there is something wrong with you. A bully is a bully whether they're right or wrong. Harassment is NEVER okay. If you dont like someone or like their opinion, ignore them if you cant coexist with them in peace. No amount of trash talking anyone for any reason will make them change their mind.

So, by the time the show has been over for a little while, and theres no new content to make art with, the nice people are going to leave because the haters will still be hating, and the good people just have no reason to stick it out. We’ll go off to pinterest or somewhere you dont need to talk to people, text each other, or maybe even MIRL, but all you hateful nasty people will still be hating on each other for stupid reasons, and it wont even resemble a “fandom” anymore. let alone a “family”

I remember something from the Optimism episode this season. I didnt like the episode, but AU Charlie said something that seems fitting right now, that when the Angel wars started and the Apocolpse happened, people came together and helped one another, until they lost electricity, then everything was on fire, and people died. I see it here... we a;; got bad news and for a couple days everyone was so kind and respectful, and now I guess the electricity went out or something, because everything is on fire. I actuially worried about what this time next year will be like.

#spn #finale #my diary #day 6 #fandom critical

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trexrambling · 7 years ago

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Slow Fade (1)

Overview: Being forced out of the only life you want comes with its hardships, but hiding it from the two people you care about the most proves to be the most challenging situation you’ll face.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Bobby (mentioned)

Warnings: mild language, violence, blood

Word Count: 1,709

A/N: Hello to a new series! This one has been rolling around in my brain for awhile. I hope you guys like it :)

Beta’d by my sole sister @wheresthekillswitch: “This is where you leave me?!!!”

and my writing soulmate @hannahindie: “WHAT IS THIS SNEAKY SHENANIGAN”

Masterlist

Do you know that feeling of utter exhaustion?

It’s the kind of tired that sits in your bones, slowly creeping its way through your system as the hours drag on. It’s when your eyes feel like they want to close all the time, but even when they do your thoughts refuse to let your mind rest. It’s when walking across a room feels like running a mile, when people talk to you and it takes all of your focus to even listen, when caffeine gives you an instant headache and sleep catalysts just send you into fitful dreams.

Does anyone else know that feeling?

Because that’s been me. Consistently. For the past month.

It was the slamming of the breaks that woke me. Or maybe the seat belt cutting into my chest, knocking out a short breath. Or the snap of Dean’s fingers in front of my face while his slightly annoyed tone slowly drifts to my ears.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?”

I shake my head and blink to clear my vision, reaching a hand up to rub crust out of my eyes while using the other to yank the seatbelt to return some breathing slack. “What?” I snap. I feel the last remnants of rest trickle away, and my heart longs after them.

“We’re here,” Dean replies, giving me an odd look. “You feeling okay? Didn’t you get, like, ten hours last night?”

If only.

I unbuckle the latch and stretch out my limbs. “I’m good.”

Dean gives me that look, the one he gives to witnesses when he knows they’re spouting bullshit. I don’t offer him any more information, and he lets it go for the moment. There are bigger things to deal with outside of my mini siesta.

We all pile out of the car, our mindsets shifting to the hunt ahead. Sam opens the trunk and starts tossing things in our direction as we walk over to join him: A bag of salt, holy water, some spray paint. When he goes to throw me my knife, I awkwardly bat it away right before it strikes my shoulder.

“Hey!” I protest. “I’d rather not die by friendly fire.”

Sam gives me a look. “Last month you were showing me how to snag a knife out of the air. I just thought-”

“I just woke up,” I grumble at him, “so I call mulligan.” I bend down to retrieve the blade, a wave of dizziness accompanying the motion. I take a deep breath as I straighten, and the sensation fades.

Sam’s still giving me that look. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Dean’s watchful eyes join his. I do my best to glare at both of them simultaneously.

“Look, you two-” I gesture between the two of them with my knife- “I’m fine. Just a little sleep shaky. Give me a minute. And I’ll whip both of your asses if you don’t stop checking in on me.”

“Alright, Rambo,” Dean says as he moves to close the Impala’s trunk, “save it for the demon nest.” He turns to talk to his brother, and I walk around to the other side of the car to rummage through my jacket pocket.

Where is that… got it.

I find the small pill I’d placed there last night and quickly pop it, using what’s left of my saliva to chase it down. I check my watch and internally smack myself. I should have taken the thing at least twenty minutes ago.

“Y/N! Let’s go.”

I shake out the tingling that’s been creeping in and out of my hands and quickly jog over to them. My lungs protest, but I ignore the signal and do my best to even my breaths. I ignore the aches in my legs and the dizziness that threatens to rise again. I wipe my hand across my nose before I join Sam and Dean, and I ignore the small line of blood that coats my index finger.

I ignore it all.

Just like I’ve been doing for the past two weeks.

“...tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

I watch the demon in the trap fall to its knees as black smoke shoots up and out of the now empty vessel. I’m moving to check the girl’s pulse, knowing it’s a faint chance I’ll find one, when a sickening crunch makes me whip my head around.

A woman stands in the entryway of the room, clothes ripped, blood dripping, and black eyes flashing. I groan inwardly at the mangled recording device beneath her heeled boot that had just been playing the recorded exorcism. Dean is going to kill me.

“Great, now I’m going to have to steal another one,” I gripe, using my tone to mask my intentions as I automatically lower my center of gravity and slip back into battle mode.

“You!” the demon snarls, pointing a chipped pink nail at me.

“Yes, me.” I pause a moment and tilt my head slightly. “Wait... pretty sure I’d remember the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Have we met?”

She starts to pace around me, like a lioness circumnavigating its prey. I continue to shift my body weight, following her every move. My senses have sharpened within the past half hour; adrenaline and the pill I’d taken earlier are finally going full force.

“You killed him,” she spits at me, “you and the flannel wrapped apes murdered him.”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” I reply, tightening my grip on my knife, “we’ve killed a lot of asshats in our time.” My brain calculates alongside my words, feeling out the space between us. “Also, pot calling the kettle black.”

A flit of confusion surfaces amongst her rage. I sigh, “Because you’re calling me a murderer. Seems pretty hypocritical if you ask me.” I point at the body in the corner, and when her eyes move to follow the gesture I see my opening and lunge.

Holy water connecting with flesh fills the room with a sickening smell and steamy smoke. Her hands fly to her boiling face, and I land a hard kick to her ribcage, the feel of a snapping bone beneath my boot sending vibrations up my leg. The action leaves me without much breath, and I sloppily slash with my knife, aiming for her chest but scraping across her right shoulder instead. The spot burns white hot, inflicting damage, but not ending the fight.

She hits me hard, a swift jab to my sternum, and my fingers lose their hold of the knife as both hands fly up to clutch at the spot. If I couldn’t breathe well before, my hopes for normal lung functions are now long gone. I feel a warm rush to my nose, quickly followed by a steady trickle out of my nostrils and down the ridges of my lower face.

Dammit, not now.

The demon takes a step towards me, grabs a fistfull of my jacket, and hoists me into the air so my scrambling toes are barely able to find contact with the floor. She cocks her head to the side, contemplating the blood.

“I didn’t even hit you in the face.” Her eyes travel to the spot where she’d punched me, eyes widening a bit when they see the bruise that has already formed. “What’s wrong with you?”

Even if I wanted to reply, I couldn’t. My lungs can barely grasp onto oxygen, much less summon the breath required to form a coherent word. I’m beginning to process the regret of not being able to die with a witty retort when a series of loud bangs leaves my eardrums ringing.

I register the cold floor beneath me before my brain even realizes that she’s dropped me. I scramble wildly for my knife, wheezing with each small motion. A pathetic screech rises to my lungs when I feel a hand grab my upper arm.

“Hey! Woah, Y/N. It’s just me.”

Sam. It’s Sam.

I stop struggling and force my muscles to relax. I practically melt into the floor, eyes closed, every ounce of my will focused on breathing. When I can manage to drag in a full, bloody breath, I roll over to my back and sit up with a groan.

Sam and Dean are crouched in front of me, both covered in splattered gore, looking at me with those same looks from earlier in the day.

I can still feel the blood running from my nose down my face, to my neck, before finally soaking into the collar of my shirt. I hesitate a second before bringing my jacket sleeve up to my nostrils. I’m going to need a YouTube tutorial of how to get blood out of clothing.

“She got me good,” I mumble around my sleeve.

“Can you walk?” Dean asks, his eyes drifting to the dark purple bruise on my sternum before meeting my gaze again.

“Just help me up.”

They both grab a bicep and an elbow to slowly pull me up and to my feet. The dizziness is back, though this time I attribute it to the loss of blood. My once green jacket sleeve is now a dark crimson.

“I can carry you,” Sam offers. At the side look I give him, he holds up his hands. “Just trying to help.”

“Well, don’t,” I snap, though the phrase comes out mangled as I try not to choke on the blood now dripping down my throat. But he steps back, so the message went through.

I swallow. “It should stop before we get back to the car.” I say it to assure Dean, but I steal some of the reassurance for myself. “Let’s get back to Bobby’s.”

I take the lead out of the dilapidated house, the smell of gasoline permeating my bloodied nose as Dean and Sam douse the floors, walls, and furniture, leaving a trail to light behind us. With each step, I feel the warmth slowly fade and the trickle lessen. By the time I’m out the front door, I look like a pale zombie, but the bleeding has finally stopped. I take off my bloodstained jacket and hold it in a tight ball against my chest.

That was close. Too close.

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quiddy-writes · 7 years ago

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Star Cross’d - Part 1

Yay, like, a real chapter! With, like...a real chapter length! :D

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Words: 1,890ish Summary: And they’re off to see the Wiz--the reader’s fianceé. Warnings: Swearing Other Parts: Masterlist

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Y/N ran to catch up to Dean where he walked beside his sleek, black mare. She took a deep breath, partly from running to catch up with the long strides of the short-haired man and partly because she was trying to hide the fact that she was nervous.

“Good morning,” she began.

He faced her, flashing her a big, toothy, awkward grin. “Good afternoon, poppet.”

She scoffed at the term. “I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Y/N Merchant.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I, uh…I heard ya tell Sam.”

“Ah, of course…he said your name was Dean.”

“Yup, that's me.”

She chewed her bottom lip, her eyes falling to the ground as they walked. “Your steed is beautiful.”

Dean beamed at that, immediately brightening at the topic. “She's my baby. Her name is Pala.”

Y/N reached out to pat at the horse's thick, glossy neck, but restrained herself at the last moment. “May I touch her?”

He ran a hand down Pala’s mane, his brow furrowed in thought. “I'd probably wait until we stop for the night, give her time to get used to you. She's not accustomed to strangers.”

Y/N’s hand returned to its previous position, the air of awkwardness returning once more. “Father said that we'll be in the capital rather quickly.”

“Well, if luck's on our side, you'll be married in a week.”

She frowned, clutching her bag tighter. The idea of marrying a man she didn’t know did not appeal to her in the slightest. “Hopefully all will be well.”

Dean's eyes fell on her for a moment, but Sam quickly joined them and slung a rabbit he’d caught over Pala’s saddle. “So, what's your fianceé like?”

Y/N craned her head up to look at the long-haired man. “Ah, I…I've not met him before.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath, and Sam sent his brother a quick glare. “Well, then…what do you know of him?”

“That he is a Lord and that this marriage is important to my father,” she shrugged. “And that he is a Beta.”

Dean threw his hands up. “Oh, good, because there’s a long history of Betas and Omegas having happy marriages.”

Sam glared at his brother. “Which means nothing, Dean. It could be fine.”

“If you are so against this marriage,” Y/N frowned, “why would you agree to escort me?”

The men bristled, and it couldn’t have been more obvious that she had hit a nerve. She immediately began backtracking and busied herself with adjusting her skirt. “I am so sorry. I must learn to think before I speak.”

Dean smiled softly. “No, I’m sorry,” he ran a hand down his face, “I was being rude.”

After that, words failed them and they moved in relevant silence through the woods.

They had left at dawn, but it hadn’t gotten too much brighter in the hours they walked. The canopy of trees above them covered them from the sun blazing above them. The wind moved quickly through and around the trunks, bringing a sweet-smelling yet chilling breeze. Even though it was the middle of summer, it was cooler than they could believe, and they each held their coats closely to their chests. In his bearskin coat, Sam looked like the animal he was wearing, and more than once, he coaxed a shout of surprise from Y/N by silently walking beside her.

They stopped shortly before sundown to begin setting up camp. Sam and Dean spoke quickly to divide up responsibilities, and Sam was off into the night with a bow and arrow to find some dinner, as the rabbit he’d found earlier was too small to properly feed all three of them.

Dean tied Pala to a nearby tree before he built a fire, which quickly warmed the chilly night air. When he’d finished, he pulled out a blanket and spread it before the fire. Y/N watched, unsure what to do. Finally, he turned to her and motioned to the blanket below them. “Sit.”

She did so, but awkwardly, like she’d recently sustained a massive head injury or was only vaguely aware how her limbs were supposed to work. Dean watched her with an amused smile before focusing on getting the small burlap tents set up.

It was now her turn to watch him. She had spent all day looking at the ground, trying to not lose her footing in the dense foliage hiding all the rocks and uneven terrain that would not hesitate to knock her down.

She watched the older Winchester work, the way his ill-fitting clothing did nothing to hide his strong, wide form. The muscles in his arms rippled and rolled as he went about setting everything up. She could see freckles scattered across his tanned skin and she lost herself in her imagination for a moment, hoping they covered every inch of it.

And, oh Lord in Heaven, his scent. He smelled like the forest around them and a warm pie baking in a stone hearth and every comforting smell she could ever imagine rolled into one. She was finally sitting downwind of him rather than walking beside him, Pala, and Sam, and it was pure Dean on the wind.

He caught her staring, his jade green eyes locking with hers. He seemed a bit surprised, but quickly smiled. “Are you okay?”

She flushed and nodded. “I’m sorry, me staring, that was incredibly rude.”

He shook his head. “There ain’t much else to look at out here,” he offered.

That pulled a chuckle from her, which in turn made him smile. Dean walked back over to Pala and pulled a few things from her back. He then made his way over to Y/N and knelt beside her. A small carrot was handed to her, the greens still attached to the bright orange top. “Here,” he said, “those are her favorites. She deserves a few for today. Would you mind?”

Y/N excitedly jumped to her feet, leaving her small pack on the ground where she had sat. Dean advised her to approach the mare cautiously, then went about setting up the last tent. She had to take a moment to fully find the pitch black horse in the darkness, but she approached as Dean said, even holding out the treat like it was a peace offering. “Hello, Pala.”

The horse was tense, but she made no move to distance herself from the new face.

Y/N held the carrot out so that Pala could take it the moment she got close enough.

Pala nickered before meeting Y/N halfway, which caused the latter to jump just a bit. She held her ground, however, as the mare got closer. Pala took the carrot eagerly, chomping it down in seconds. Then the trusty mount began nuzzling at the Omega’s stomach, near the bag of carrots.

Y/N giggled, lightly patting the neck of Pala and moving the bag away. “So impatient!” she smiled wider than she had all day as she dug out another carrot.

The mare excitedly inhaled the next two treats she was given before Y/N decided that it was enough. Pala huffed and snorted, but nothing too terrible happened. Pala even let Y/N continue to stroke her, nuzzling lightly at her stomach.

Y/n hummed quietly to herself as she ran her fingers through the horse’s mane, detangling it and pulling twigs, leaves, and whatever else had made its home there.

“Wow.”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin with fright. Dean had come up beside her at some point, a tent all ready and waiting occupants behind him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, trying to hold back his laughter. He then walked up to the mare, who promptly forgot Y/N existed to nuzzle and lick at her master.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s quite alright. In any case, I should really pay more attention to my surroundings. We aren’t in town anymore.”

Dean smiled, the mirth still in his features. “Well, it’s your first night out. I think you’re allowed. It’s why we’re here.”

“And I thank you for it,” she answered.

Dean went back to stroking Pala. His large, calloused, worn hands stroked her gently, almost reverently. “You cleaned her mane,” he spoke quietly, almost absent-mindedly.

“A beautiful mare like her shouldn’t be dirty.”

He nodded. “That’s what I keep tellin’ Sammy.”

“She’s gorgeous. And judging by her reaction to you,” she chuckled. “You must take very good care of her.”

Dean beamed. “She’s my pride and joy. Raised her since she was born. She usually doesn’t warm to strangers that quick, either.”

“I think she warmed to the carrots over me.”

He shook his head. “She let you clean her mane. It took weeks for her to let Sam do that.”

Y/N shrugged. “Well, then I am honored. I shall try to live up to your expectations, Pala.”

The mare neighed, sounding a bit like laughter, though Y/N was probably projecting. The lady laughed herself, enjoying herself more than she thought she would.

She caught Dean watching her, and she flushed lightly. Thankfully, they were interrupted by the return of the younger Winchester with two rabbits.

Dean had set up the tent specifically for her, and she couldn’t have been more thankful for the privacy, as she told them over and over.

They waved her off, settling in on the bedrolls that rest on either side of her tent.

She crawled in, wishing them both good night before curling up and falling asleep almost instantly. For a lady of leisure, an entire day of hiking through the woods was too much, and they were a bit surprised she’d managed to stay awake long enough to eat.

Dean made himself comfortable between Pala and the tent after making sure the mare was comfortable for the night.

When Sam spoke, it was quiet. “She seems nice.”

Dean grunted. “Yeah. At least she didn’t complain today.”

“I was shocked. I thought she’d be impossible to shut up.”

The elder Winchester chuckled. “Never been so happy to be wrong.”

“Yeah,” His brother smiled. “But she’ll be sore tomorrow, so maybe I shouldn’t speak so soon.”

“Well, she can ride Pala tomorrow,” Dean answered as he closed his eyes to sleep.

The silence that followed, however, was deafening, and so one of his green eyes popped open to look at his companion.

Sam had a wide-eyed look of disbelief on his face, clearly stunned speechless. Dean’s eyes fell closed again, and in a gruff tone, he asked, “What?”

“You’ll let a stranger ride Pala?”

“She’ll be fine.”

“Pala or Y/N?”

“Both. Shut up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

The sound of Sam settling in could be heard, then silence reigned once more. “I just hope Pala isn’t getting attached, since we’ll never see Y/N again after this is over.”

Dean shook his head, but his eyes didn’t open. “Pala’ll be fine. We just gotta get through this week, and we’ll buy her enough carrots to help her forget.”

“I hope so. Wouldn’t want Pala to do something stupid that could get us all in trouble.”

A heavy sigh escaped the elder Winchester. “Pala won’t do anything stupid as long as you shut up and let her sleep.”

A half-hearted chuckle was heard, then the soft words, “Good night Dean.”

“Night, Sammy.”

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fadedmelody · 7 years ago

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100 Questions Tag!

tagged by lovely liv ( @nebula-simms ) ty!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? closet? :’)

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? never been in a hotel tbh

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? idk i just sleep with a blanket

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? no??

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? yes i do! i usually use them to remind me to post something on tumblr or take/edit some screenshots :)

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? i never use coupons oops

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? ok for the long run i think bees because even though they could hurt you.. not as much as a bear so?

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? i have them across my nose and under my eyes :)

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? idk, not usually because im a ~poser~ and i have a horrible smile

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? im stealing this answer from liv, when people walk *so slow* at school and like.. do they not want to get to their class on time?

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? nopee

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? no?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? no?

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? maybe if i’m doing something like cleaning my room

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? i used to chew my pens but not anymoree

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? 734635437927837.3

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? single :’)

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? black and gold by Sam Sparro :)

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? of course!

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? not reallyyy unless it’s a film or something

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? ooh idk

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? ooooh probably in my room somewhere because no one would ever find it :’)

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water, i can’t go like 2 hours without water i stg

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? usually ketchup :)

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? vegetarian spaghetti bolognese omg :’)

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

Tangled omg, i love that film ;-;

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?

ooh idk (wow mia you havent answered a question like that yet)

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

nopee

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? not rn? since i’m a minor ;-;

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? when i was like 7 i think oops

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? nope

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? i can’t even drive lmao

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? no because i can’t drive lmao

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? chicken and stuffing fite me

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? waffles

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? ok recently its been like 12am but its usually around 3am or something

37. ARE YOU LAZY? lordt yes

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? yesss i still do i cri

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? rooster binch

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? english and french :)

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nope

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? lego i guess bc i’ve never heard of lincoln logs?

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? a little bit i guess, because whenever i have to pay someone and they’re like ‘nah it’s alright’ im like nO TAKE MY MONEY

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? who dat

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

noo

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

i mean if i was stood on top of a skyscraper ig i’d be scared :’)

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? only if the music is loud enough for people to not hear me

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? ok sad story we only have a bath at my house so no

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

no?

50. EVER USED A GUN? no because they’re not legal here unless you have a hunting license i think

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? ooo when i was a baby

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? obviously musicals like hamilton and in the heights aren’t but some are

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? yess because i have to worry about what gifts i have to get my friends and family w/ the little amount of money i have and the little amount of time i have?

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? nope

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? imma be basic ig so apple

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? i used to wanna be a vet until i realised you’d have to put animals down so hell no

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? ye boi, i mean it’s hard not to in my house :’)

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? not reallyyy i think its just when i’ve actually done that thing before

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

nope

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

nope

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? a dressing gown? is that that? then yes ig sometimes

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? whatever i fall asleep in tbh

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? never been to onee

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? tescos 4 lyfe

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? nike

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? we don’t have them here

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanuts

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? umm no but ik what it means lol

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? nope

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? oh shit idk

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope, everyone else in my family can do it tho

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? never been in one

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? this is really sad but i cried when i got ts4 because like.. no way my mum agreed to me playing it because she thought it was about sex & strippers :’)

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nope

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? yes but i think my mum only has a few records

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? umm no

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? ye boi

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? owl 👏 city 👏

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? never been to one

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hott

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

tea binch

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? wth are snickerdoodles

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can float but if i even think about water on my face i hyperventilate like.. sometimes i think im gonna drown when i WASH MY HAIR

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yep!

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? to a certain extent

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? idk

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? yess i’ve won a few ik i have but idk what they were

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nooo

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? errr none?

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit a little bit

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? living room? i dont want fire near my stuff or even in my house for that matter

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? umm i guess idk

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? lol

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? idk i’ve had more than 1? is that bad??

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? nooooo im not a lil biatch

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? um how about no

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? idk maybe

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? purple

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? yes >:>

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? um idk if you guys have done this/want to do this but i’m gonna tag @femmesim, @bananahut, @wanderlust-sims, @loniden, @faeflowr, @skywardpalms, @lilwisp, @kotiij and anyone who wants to do it :’)

#ask game #non sims #be quiet mia #tagged in #fadedmelody

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Sons gonna rise pt2 (final)

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"No problem, I mean anything to keep you from going into total darkness because of Smaug and the doings of my idiot brother who by the way I'm still kicking his ass for being a complete jackass for doing that to Lisa." You ramble on to the point where you still feel angry at your brother for doing something so damn shady.

"Smaug? Really, you and Cas nick named Anna after a dragon from the hobbit" Michael looks to you with a smile on his face after hearing the nick name for the first time.

"Well yeah it's fitting, especially for the biggest bitch in school and why do you think they call her big red" You tell Michael with a smile on your face.

"We should get inside, I think Cas is starting to get impatient sitting there" you motion to Cas and Michael turns to look at him.

He nods while he motions for you to walk in first as he holds the door for you.

"Oh my goodness it's about time, lets order now please." Cas says while walking to the counter to place his order, you walk after him while Michael follows close behind you.

After Cas orders his drink, you order the vanilla bean iced cappuccino as soon as you finish, Michael order his mocha latte then pays for yours and his together.

"Michael you didn't need to do that, I could have paid for my own" you look to Michael.

"No it's ok really. I would have paid for Castiel's beverage but he beat me to it" Michael says looking to Cas.

"What? You were to slow, but thank you for the thought. Are we staying or going?" Cas asks while we wait for our drinks to be made.

"I don't see why not, I'm in no rush. How about you y/n?" Michael states and looking to you while shrugging your shoulders having no problem with hanging here for a while.

We took a table by the window, we sat and had a conversation about everything.

"Y/n you uh never answered my question back in the car, what kind of music do you have in your play list?" Michael asks looking to you.

"Oh well I have music from Jerry Lee Lewis all the way down to City and Colour” You answer his question finally.

You and Cas notice the smile spread on his face while staring at you and Cas has his head down smiling.

“Marry me” Michael blurts out.

“Oh if you ask her again, she will jump out of her seat and jump for joy” Cas says out loud while grinning at the both of you.

You go wide eyed and look to Cas casually, you place your hand under the table to reach over and pinch his side for that comment. Cas hisses in pain to turn his head to you and Michael has a questionable look on his face.

“Ok this is some best friend thing Im never going to understand right?” After Michael asks that question you look towards the entrance and see Lisa along with your brother enter the café.

Lisa is the one who notices the three of you and makes her way towards your table.

“Hey Castiel, y/n and Michael, what are you guys up to?” Lisa asks in a cheery tone and you couldn’t help but think this is the last place you want to be when Dean breaks the news to her.

“We were just leaving” After you got up to give her a hug looking over her shoulder to glare at your brother and mouths

“Sorry” and you look at the entrance noticing Smaug is coming in as well.

“I thought we were” Cas cuts himself off as he see Smaug enter the café

“Yeah we were just leaving”. Michael sees his que and gets up to leave to while Cas mouths “Awkward”

Dean breaks the silence

“Ok Lis lets go order our drinks and get a table” Dean says placing his hand at the small of her back to motion towards the counter.

“Ok, well it was nice seeing you guys. Y/n see you at your place? I want to get the Arcade Fire album from you, after hearing Deep Blue I couldn’t get enough” Lisa says with hope in her voice.

“Yeah sure, either way you can still come over. It only takes one song to you hooked. Right Dean? About that base” You look to Dean while sing out the lyric by Meghan Trainor.

“Oh god it was the one time” Dean says embarrassed after you caught him singing and dancing to that song at home on numerous occasions.

Dean and Lisa make their way to the counter, while Anna sees Michael she has this expression on her face that says she actually looks bad.

“Michael, can I talk to you?” Anna says while blocking his way to the exit.

“Anna, I would rather not ok. You did what you did and Im done” Michael says walking out the door first and then Cas follows.

You stay behind making sure she doesn’t follow than she makes her way to the door when you grab her arm.

“Dude just leave him alone, you have done enough. Literally enough” You look to Anna and tell her to back off, you were about to walk out the door when she made a noise.

“You know, he is never going to go for a sophomore like you.” Anna says to you while trying to get the last word in.

“Those are your accusations, wow and here I thought you had class Anna” You say to Anna who looks baffled.

Lisa and Dean look on while Lisa walks closer to the both of you to make sure Anna didn’t think to start a fight with you inside the café and Dean close behind her.

You walk out of the Café to get inside the car, Cas looks to you and mouths

“You ok?” you look to Cas and nod your head.

You heard the door open, you turn around to see who it was. It was Anna leaving the Café and you stood there in case she had more words for you but she kept quite while a sob escaped her mouth and went inside her car to drive off as fast as she could.

Lisa came out soon after wards

“You ok? And what was that all about?” Lisa looks to you in a worried expression on her face.

“I guess she couldn’t handle me hanging out with Michael, well I better get going and see how he is. Ill see you later though?” You say looking to Lisa.

“Yeah for sure and um let me know how he is to alright, I heard he caught Anna in bed with someone last night at Walker’s party” Lisa says motioning towards Michael.

“Yeah Ill let you know later” You say as Dean makes his way out.

“Y/n you ok?” Dean walk towards you to give you a hug and kiss at the top of your head, you give the hug back and slowly pull away from him.

“Yeah Im fine, look you guys hang out k. Cas and I are going to try and get Michael off of this stupid Anna situation” Both of them look to you and nod with worried expressions on Lisa’s face and even more worried expression on Deans.

He turns back and yells

“See you at home, or text me when you get home or something” you nod you head and get into the car.

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, while Michael drove past the record store and kept driving.

You and Cas don’t say anything but let him drive where ever he wanted to go.

Michael turns on the music and overcame the speakers was Son’s gonna rise by Citizen Cope. He starts bobbing his head to the beat and starts singing to the lyrics.

“Got this woman in the back seat Yeah she's my wifey In the middle of the delivery Man she saves me To this day I don't know why She picked me up When I was down on the road With the wind when it blowed”

He looks into the rear view mirror looking at you while singing out the lyrics, You and Cas start laughing and start singing to as well.

“Y/n thanks for getting Anna off of me back there, I didn’t want to deal with her antics. I just wanted to say what I had to say and that was it. I didn’t have to hear her explanation” Michael says as he makes a turn to the river.

“Yeah no problem, you know I don’t think she would have guessed I would say something back to her” You look between Cas and Michael. Cas turns to look at you

“What did she say to you?” Cas says who has a worried expression on his face.

“Oh its nothing really” You tell the both of them.

“No, really what did she say to you?” Michael cuts in

“She said you would never go for a sophomore like me” You repeat her words knowing damn well it was true but you never admitted she was right to her face.

Michael pulls the car into park and kills the engine. Cas gets out of the car first while you were unbuckling your belt to follow Cas.

“Y/n she is wrong and I need you to know that. I can date who ever I want to date, she cant control me nor does she own me. She is I don’t know threatened or just doesn’t like being alone” Michael says to turn around to get a good look at you.

“Yeah I know that and what is she going to do? Beat the crap out of the next person you date?” You look to Michael and chuckle at the idea of Anna doing something very dramatic. The both of you get out of the car to go sit at the picnic table that is sitting by the shore.

Michael and Cas dropped you off at home, when you least expected you heard someone getting out of the car, turned to see who it was and to your surprise it was Michael.

“Y/n I cant let you go without me saying this but I have always had this crush on you. I have always liked you and after today with Anna back at the café I think my feelings have grown stronger for you to the point where I think Im in love with you. I know this whole thing with Anna is recent but you fixed everything, I completely forgot about my so called shattered heart when I saw you get into my car earlier this afternoon. You are so flawless, beautiful, don’t take crap from anyone, and when you need to you stand up for the people you care about and that’s what I love about you. I want to say is why not give us a chance? I know I will be graduating soon and you will be a junior next fall. I think we can figure things out as we go but please just give us a chance and see what will happen from where ever you decide to take a leap with me” Michael confesses his feelings for you when this whole time you basically had the same feelings for him.

He caught you off guard with everything. You had hoped one of these days you were going to tell him your feelings but he beat you to it. You stand there in complete silence and for the first time in your life you have absolutely nothing to say back.

“You have no idea how much I have always wanted to say those exact words to you when this whole entire time I have had this huge crush on you. I dont know how long I have had feelings for you but I am just glad you said something first other wise I wouldnt have said anything.” You tell him as you stand face to face with the person who you have had feelings for and Michael couldnt have been more on time than ever.

He stands there in front of you with a wide smile on his face.

“Well what do you say? Take a leap with me” He is very hopeful now that everything is out in the open.

You stand there biting your lower lip as a smile comes across your face and nod in agreement. He puts his arms around your waist as he lifts you to spin the both of you around and lock lips together.

This was the happiest moment for the both of you and nothing has ever felt soo right and all the both of you needed is a little encouragement from the three sisters from the Greek Mythologies.

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