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dodo-begone · 3 years ago

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See's Dodo and anons reaction to last ask.

Me: externally blushing like crazy. Internally AAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA *squealing noise s*

Well you know what they say the show must go on.

Wilbur was the first of the royals to really notice, after all most of his time with you was spent inside in the library since he had convinced his father to allow him to teach you instead of hiring teachers, but you never had less than two layers of clothing on even when indoors you had a large shirt and coat on. Even if it was winter now you were first brought to the castle in summer but you attire remained the same a shirt two sizes too big and a coat also large on you it was a small wonder you didn't suffer form heat stroke, maybe it was a case of those being the only clothes you owned well that wouldn't do it would be a poor showing if visiting diplomats thought they treated their (new sibling) guests with such little care and honesty buying you a new wardrobe didn't even make a dent in his personal finances. Still it was strange that both you and Tommy insisted on your new clothes being a size or two too big and also made of lighter cloth not the wool that was so common for winter attire but at the very least your and Tommy's insistence meant that he got to choose the colours of the outfits in return. Of course the main colours were white and a navy blue you were a member of the Royal (family) Court now it was only right you wore their colours, still the insistence on lighter materials for your clothes did worry him a little the winters were harsh he didn't want his (sibling) little brothers friend getting sick maybe he should bring this up with the others maybe they would know why you never took off that coat.

Techno hadn't noticed the whole coat issue until his twin pointed it out but now that Wilbur had he couldn't stop noticing it. Even when you spared with him you didn't take off the coat heck you never wore armour saying that armour only slowed you down, you had even balked, gone pale when he offered you enchanted iron armour turning down the gift and walking swiftly away. At first he and chat had felt rather rejected (sibling rejection arc, pog, e, e, Technosad) after all you had even if reluctantly accepted Wilbur gift of a new wardrobe but you were rejecting his gift, he had wanted to give you armour so he could teach you his style of fighting but you didn't want that apparently. Though now he thought about it your and theseus's apparent insistence on lighter fabrics and the rejection of the iron armour might not be as coinsidental as he might have thought, after all he had seen you shivering a few times when you thought he wasn't looking but you had refused the much warmer wool for cloth so it wasn't just you being stubborn did, did you have some sort of skin problem or other ailment that caused you pain or irritation if you wore heavy clothes or armour. Oh of course you would go pale at the idea of wearing iron armour if that was the case plus it would explain the constantly wearing a coat since you probably didn't want them to know out of misguided fear of their reaction after all he had seen how superstitious some peasants could be about such conditions from his time training new soldiers. Theseus would know you did have such a condition after all you were practically joined at the hip, but it was getting very late, tomorrow he would find Theseus and ask if he knew the reason why now he needed to find his father.

Tommy most certainly did know the reason why you never wore armour and always had a coat on. He was currently sat on your bed, both of your backs to the door, preening the reasons why you letting out quiet chirps as he helped straighten and re-aligh your feathers, after all your wings didn't exactly appreciate being covered by your coat the whole day he couldn't even imagine how much worse your wings would have been if Wilbur hadn't listened and just gotten a heavy wool coat. He remembered when your wings first came through a few years ago when your friendship was still new, you had been complaining about a rash that had suddenly appeared on your back a few days prior only to fall to the ground in pain mid sentence, he was honestly grateful that his family didn't keep track of their potion supply considering how many regen potion you needed when your wings came out leaving rather large exit wounds on your back, if he wasn't able to get those potions he didn't even want to think about what could have happened to you. Now you were here though and he couldn't let anyone know about your wings if even a servant or stable boy saw it would trickle back to his brother and his dad if Philza found out he would never let you leave, you would become as trapped as him maybe even more so due to his dad's instincts. Unfortunately since both of your backs were to the door neither of you spotted the winged watcher peering through the cracked open door.

Philza was on his way to his newest (child) guests chambers after his eldest two had come to him with worrying news about their newest ( family member) permanent. Wilbur told tales of light clothing even in winter while Techno quiet shared his own worries of them being ill and hiding it from them but to him those weren't the signs of illness no they were signs that you were like... no he should get excited it was probably an illness after all his investigations had shown that it wasn't just bandits that ravaged his nation but hybrid hunters a particularly disgusting breed of bandit that targeted hybrids to sell as pets or in the case of winged hybrids to harvest their wings as decorations. That infuriated him after all he had founded this nation to be a safe haven for hybrids but due to his own negligence they were hunted down, if you were like... him it would be a small miracle that you hadn't been taken by those hunters. Reaching the room in question open a crack he went to knock when he heard a soft chirping pausing he looked through the crack to see his youngest preening his (baby bird) guest's wings, rushing back to his own chambers he could just hear chat cawing ( baby bird, dadza, dadza, protect, keep, baby bird) he couldn't keep the massive grin off of his face as it all came together. Of course you didn't wear heavy clothing you had been hiding your wings it would mangle your feathers if you wore heavier clothing over them, the iron armour was rejected because you couldn't wear it full stop even with your wings out your bones wouldn't be able to take the weight since they were partly hollow, oh he had a little bird to teach flying and how to properly preen. His emotional high crashed though as he realised that you ran your farm alone, were you alone when your wings came through, its was the worst pain on could feel wings slowly ripping their way out of your back plus you could easily bleed out or get an infection if the open wounds weren't taken care of properly, oh you poor dear no wonder you were so attached to Tommy he was the only flock member you had. No longer though he would look after you he knew his sons had grown to care for you as much as they had Tommy, his more bird like instincts rejoiced at the thought of a fledgling joining his little flock.

Ender-anon

This is quite a bit longer than I thought it would be also first time writing hybrid reader.

sorry i took so long to answer this!! This just rlly intimidated me and anxiety went brrrr- but anyways lemmie get into this ask!!!

YOU FUCKING DESERVE THE RECOGNITION MAN UR STUFF IS SO FUCKING POG

god i rlly love royalty aus, did i ever mention that??? i just lOVE- ANYWAYS

So Wilbur's curiosity about your clothing choice only lead him to believing that what you wore was all you could afford in your previous life. He wasn't exactly wrong. And even with the new clothes you got when you moved into the castle, you refused to wear them. It was rather peculiar. Wouldn't you want to get out of those nasty and worn rags you called clothes? But you were new to the castle. He went with the presumption that the shock from the change was frightening. You must've kept your previous clothes as a safety blanket of sorts. Though after a few nasty looks sent your way over your apparel and your very obvious discomfort about it, he decided to take the executive decision to give you clothes that fit your taste and the taste of the court. Your choice to have oversized clothing confused him, but Tommy's insistence just made him presume you were self conscious of your body. To be fair, he wasn't half wrong but he was.

At the rejection of his gift, his and chat's disappointment were more than evident. Was his twin better or something? Like you accepted his gift, although reluctantly. But you still accepted it. And yet you didn't accept him. Looking back on your fear of the armor, he thought more into it. Yes the skin issues was definitely something to consider, but maybe trauma? No, trauma of armor would be strange, right? Maybe you had a family member who wore armor yet died in front of you despite their armor being worn to protect them. Or some other fear. Yea, the skin issue would be much more reasonable, actually. He'll just bring it up with father, let him know of the possible issues with their new family member.

One of the activities you two did on the daily was straighten out your feathers at the end of the day or when they were bothering you. Though the latter only happened when you two were in private. Nobody could know your secret, after all. It was for your protection and to preserve your freedom. At first, when your wings were coming in, he was absolutely terrified for you. What the fuck was going on? This isn't normal! Oh god oh fuck what is he suppose to do?! With an oversupply of potions thanks to the paranoia of attacks on the family and accidents during training, it was beyond easy to take what he needed for you. If anyone was questioned about it, he could easily say that some trainees took some.

OMG ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FUCKING CRY WITH THIS PHILZA PART?! BEACUSE I WILL CRY THIS IS SO MF CUTE- I JUST CAN'T I LOVE SO MUCH- I CAN'T ADD ANYTHING TO THAT PERFECT- I COULDN'T RLLY ADD ANYTHING TO WHAT YOU SENT ME AND I APOLOGIZE. I JUST LOVE AAAALLL OF THIS

#ask #ender anon #long post #royal au #c: phil #c: techno #c: tommy #c: wilbur #rambling with dodo

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crimson-ace · 3 years ago

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Basewarming Party

Archive of Our Own Link

It’s been a few months, but here’s another Miraculous Transformers AU story! This time with some backstory.

Adrien, Alya, and Nino were leaving school when they saw three familiar vehicles nearby.

Nino ran over to the green dump truck and got in, planning to play some new songs for Stoneheart.

Alya headed over to the yellow sports car and groaned as Queen Bee told her to not mess up anything inside her.

Adrien got on the red motorcycle and smiled when Ladybug asked how his day was.

The three headed off and separated for a little bit to not draw suspicion as they soon met up on an empty road.

“So we spent the last solar cycle setting up an area of the base for you.” Ladybug explained to Adrien while they drove. “It’s normally used for human liaisons to present top-secret information when they need our help, but Pegasus thinks we did an okay job setting it up.”

Ladybug, Queen Bee, and Stoneheart soon made it to a road in Fontainebleau Forest and drove to a secret area that led to the location of the Autobot base. After giving their security codes, the three Autobots drove into the base and let the humans out, immediately transforming to their robot modes.

They noticed there was a banner hung up near one of the base’s computers that depicted the faces of Adrien, Alya, and Nino, as well as the Autobot insignia, with something written in an incomprehensible language.

“Uh...what does that say?” Nino asked.

Stoneheart tapped Ladybug’s shoulder lightly. “Ladybug...” He pointed to the banner, causing Ladybug’s optics to widen.

“Oh, scrap!” Ladybug hit her own head in frustration. “I forgot to write that in your language, not mine! Sorry!” She replied. “I meant to write ‘Welcome, Humans!’.”

“You made this?” Adrien was impressed with the level of detail in the banner.

Ladybug nodded. “Uh, yeah. I used to be an artist back on Cybertron. It was more of a hobby I picked up while I was in the Autobot academy. Why don’t you check out what we set up for you?” She added, realizing she was rambling on, and pointed to a staircase for the humans to walk up.

Adrien, Alya, and Nino walked up the stairs and were surprised by what they saw.

There was a couch set up in front of a small television which looked like a model from the mid to late 2000’s, and in between those was a “table” made from a board of wood on top of four cinderblocks. There was also a minifridge nearby, though most of the Autobots didn’t know what the humans ate, and planned to ask them later before getting snacks.

“So? What do you think?” Stoneheart asked as he walked over to the area and looked over them.

“Dude, this place looks awesome!” Nino chimed. “You guys did a great job!”

“I still think we should have put a cage here.” Queen Bee snarked, earning a glare from her fellow Autobots.

“So. what do you guys want to do now?” Alya asked the others.

“Well, earlier today, Stoneheart asked me about what Earth’s greatest warriors are like, so...” Nino took out a Blu-ray player and a container of the original Star Wars trilogy in the same format. “I said I would introduce him to Luke Skywalker.”

So the three humans sat down on the couch with Ladybug, Queen Bee, and Stoneheart sat down behind them to watch the movie. Even though they asked if this was based on Earth’s actual history, the Autobots were surprisingly invested in the film. When Obi-Wan Kenobi was killed by Darth Vader, Stoneheart cried out in despair, surprising everyone.

Apparently, the noise was enough for Pegasus to walk down, wondering why everyone was being so loud. “Can you all please keep all that noise down? I’m busy performing system diagnostics here.”

“Okay, C-3PO, we’ll be quiet.” Ladybug snickered as soon as she finished the sentence. “Did I say it right?” She asked Adrien, who nodded with approval.

Pegasus let out a sigh of frustration at the commotion. “I wasn’t built for this…” He grumbled. “What exactly are you doing anyway?”

“We’re learning about Earth history, obviously.” Queen Bee smirked. “Optimus said we need to familiarize ourselves with the planet.”

Pegasus scoffed. “We came here for a reason other than to watch human entertainment, Queen Bee.”

“Hey, why exactly are you here anyway?” Adrien asked. “I know you guys fought a war over control of your home and its energon, but why did you come all the way to Earth for it?”

Queen Bee smirked. “Well, as Optimus Prime’s second-in-command...”

“You mean acting second-in-command” Pegasus added, earning a glare from the Autobot.

“I, uh... I can explain what happened and how we got here, provided you don’t tell anyone else...” Queen Bee started to explain

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The civil war between Autobots and Decepticons had lasted for a very long time, so both sides were forced to abandon the planet Cybertron to find new sources of energy. For some reason, our ship’s scanners found your planet to have an a lot of raw energon. Like, we've never seen a planet with this much energon before.

Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones to find out...

"Hull breach on Decks 3 to 5! Shields are also damaged!” Ladybug cried out.

“We’re taking heavy fire, sir! We also just lost one of the thrusters!” Pegasus added.

While the Decepticons had a majority of their resources with them on their ship, which they called the Nemesis to show how friendly they were, it was only the five of us on a much smaller ship not nearly as armed as what the Decepticons had.

After another onslaught of fire from the Nemesis, a majority of our systems were knocked offline.

“Brace for impact!” Optimus ordered as our ship plummeted to Earth. It was a miracle we managed to survive.

We all came back online after about a few of your Earth hours and assessed the situation with our ship.

“Diagnostics say the ship is beyond repair with our current resources.” Pegasus said solemnly. “Some of the computers are still online, but we don’t have a lot of working parts right now.”

“So, now what? What can we do now?” Ladybug seemed to be the most nervous about our predicament. Then again, she had the least amount of experience out of all of us. (Hey!)

“We came to this planet in search of energon, but it seems we have an additional mission now: to protect it from the Decepticons.” Optimus stated. “Is the ship’s probe still online?" After checking the systems, Pegasus nodded, causing Optimus to walk over to one of the ship’s control panels. “Teletraan I, scan the area for local lifeforms. We will take on their appearances to blend in to avoid suspicion from the Decepticons.”

So the ship’s probe flew around for a little bit and not only came back with data on forms we could take, but also an image of an energon mining site the natives had set up.

“Carbon-based lifeforms?” I scoffed at the idea of these inferior lifeforms being able to harvest energon. “Do they even know what they stumbled upon?”

Pegasus continued to browse through the footage and gasped. “I’m detecting Decepticon signals converging near that area. They must have noticed the energon too.”

“Nevertheless, we must scan an alternate mode and try to obtain this energon in a discreet manner before the Decepticons. We must disguise ourselves as what these lifeforms view as vehicles.” Optimus declared as a mechanism on the ship popped up while we all browsed through ideas for possible alternate modes.

Ladybug saw something with two wheels and smiled “Ooh, that looks nice.” she said as the ship’s systems reformatted her so she was able to transform into that.

Stoneheart saw what looked like a green vehicle designed to carry heavy objects. “So is this supposed to be like one of Earth’s more powerful vehicles? Either way, I like it”. Soon, he was reformatted as well.

Pegasus saw a yellow and white vehicle with brown highlights and emergency lights, reminding him of the Rescue Bots on Cybertron. “This seems like a suitable form to take.” He was the next to be reformatted.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I couldn't really find anything like this in brown, but the motorcycle isn't spotted either, so just work with me, alright?)

Optimus chose a large red and blue vehicle with a trailer attached to it without saying anything as he was reformatted.

I on the other hand, had looked through the options for a form to take for a few nanoclicks. Naturally, a bot as beautiful as myself needed an appropriate form. Thankfully, I found something just as interesting, and one of the few good things about this planet. It was one of your Earth cars with a sleek design and yellow paintjob. I stood still as I eagerly waited for the machine to finish reformatting me.

“Remember, we must keep a low profile and only reveal ourselves unless absolutely necessary.” Optimus ordered. “For now… Autobots, transform and roll out!”

With that familiar command, we all transformed into our new vehicle modes (except Pegasus, who stayed to see if anything else on our ship was working) and left for the excavation site the humans had set up.

Granted, it took us a couple of run-ins with some other Earth vehicles to get the hang of this planet’s traffic laws, but we eventually made it to where the energon was. There was also a sign written in your language that said something like “GOPHER-MINT PROPERTY/NO TREE-PASSING”. In hindsight, we really should have familiarized ourselves with the language before we headed out.

It didn’t seem like the Decepticons had attacked yet, although we were in trouble with a different form of opposition.

“This is Officer Raincomprix! Step out of the vehicles right now! You have violated several traffic guidelines, and are now trespassing on government property.” Someone from your planet’s law enforcement had apparently been following us. The strange thing was that he had a human partner who looked much younger than he did, almost like she shared genetic qualities with the man. “I’m going to give you until the count of ten to get out of the vehicles. Wait… where are the drivers? WHY DO NONE OF THESE VEHICLES HAVE DRIVERS?!”

Before we could really say anything, a stray shot from the distance hit the ground, signaling the Decepticons were here. The officer ran back to his car and tried to drive away as the Decepticons made their way to the surface.

“So, Optimus Prime. I see you and your little band of Autobots managed to survive the trip to this planet.” That raspy voice taunting us belonged to only one Decepticon. The very same Cybertronian who started the Decepticon cause behind the civil war that had caused so much suffering across the galaxy for megacycles. The Emperor of Destruction and leader of the Decepticons, Megatron.

“I see you’re trying to maintain cover on this strange planet rather than simply harvesting all the energon the local life forms have managed to discover for us. Typical Autobot weakness.” Megatron smirked as he and his Vehicon troops opened fire on the mining site. “Take the energon, and see if these lifeforms found any more locations with it. If you find nothing, leave no survivors.” He gave that last order with a sadistic grin.

“What should we do?” Ladybug asked nervously.

“Even if it means exposing our cover, these organic lifeforms need help. Autobots, transform!” With that order, we all transformed into our robot modes and activated our weapons. “Autobots, make sure none of the local lifeforms are hurt. Now, split up!”

So we all scattered to engage the Vehicons. I armed my stingers and fired off electrical blasts at some of the Vehicon forces. Of course, the organics were afraid of a superior being like myself, so they ran away like cowards… or maybe that was because another Decepticon was right behind me.

“Reckless as usual, I see.” That stoic voice came from my Decepticon counterpart, the (actual, not acting) (shut up, Pegasus!) second in command of the Decepticons, Malediktator. I slowly turned around and saw he was armed with his signature weapon, a rocket launcher.

“Maybe, but at least I know I’m fighting for the right side.” I quipped as I aimed my stingers at Malediktator.

Malediktator began to open fire, shooting several heat-seeking rockets at me. I tried to blast some of them, but there were some rockets that still managed to hit their target. I was knocked to the ground and struggled to get up.

Malediktator was going to fire again, but he was hit in the head by Ladybug’s “weapon”, her yo-yo, causing Malediktator’s weapon to misfire. It was probably the only time she actually helped out in a fight before. (I’m standing right here, Queen Bee!)

One of the stray missiles went towards the human law enforcement and his genetic experiment in the distance, until Optimus ran over and covered the two, taking the hit in the process. I think they talked a little, but my auditory processors couldn’t pick up their conversation.

Ladybug and I kept fighting to disarm Malediktator, but even though it was two on one, he still managed to overwhelm us. We tried our best, but it was really hard to keep up with the second in command of the Decepticons. While we were fighting, I noticed Optimus fighting Megatron one on one, but it was hard to make out who was winning.

Malediktator knocked both me and Ladybug to the ground and took aim at us with his rocket launcher. He was about to open fire when we all heard a crash to the ground. We turned around and saw Megatron slowly getting up after presumably losing to Optimus.

“If you are to harm the humans, Megatron, know that I will do everything in my power to stop you.” Optimus said, raising his ion blaster and pointing it at Megatron.

Megatron simply laughed in response. “Very well. If you’re so determined to protect this pitiful race, I’ll let you have this victory. But be warned, the next time we meet, I won’t have such mercy.” He stated grimly as a ground bridge appeared behind him. “Malediktator! We’re leaving. You can scrap those two another time.” He said as he turned around and walked into the portal with the remaining Vehicons.

Malediktator lowered his weapon and nodded. “Yes, Lord Megatron.” He said before walking away into the ground bridge. I tried to blast him, but Optimus raised his arm, silently ordering everyone to stand down.

As soon as Malediktator entered the ground bridge, the portal closed.

We all got up and collected ourselves as the humans swarmed around us. Strangely, the law enforcement unit and his experiment were the closest to Optimus. It was like everyone was afraid of us except those two.

“Did you really mean what you said back there? That you’d protect us?” The law enforcement unit asked.

Optimus leaned down so he could look the human in whatever optics were for him. “Of course. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.”

The unit was amazed by how serious Optimus sounded. “Is there anything we can do to hel--what am I doing? W-Who’s the highest ranking officer here?” Another human ran up, calling himself a “Colonel”, or something along those lines. He said he would talk to his superior about what happened.

After a mega-cycle or two, some vehicles I assumed belonged to this planet’s government arrived. One man came out, who was referred to as the “Prime Minister”. I didn’t really see what made him a Prime and I certainly didn’t know Earth had their own Primes, but everyone still listened to him.

“So, from what I’ve heard you’re at war and have come to our planet.” The Minister said. “What exactly are these ‘Decepticons’ you’re fighting after?”

“They are after a powerful source of energy and the lifeblood of our kind, energon. Your planet seems to have an abundance of it for some reason.” Optimus explained.

“And your ship crashed so now you need a new base of operations?” The Minister asked, earning a nod from Optimus.

“That is all that I ask for.” Optimus replied. “You kind need not interfere in this war. Even depleted of their resources, the Decepticons could lay waste to your planet if you aggravate them enough.”

This made the Minister sigh. “We can have some of our best men work on helping you construct a new base. Other than that, we’ll try and let you fight this war as long as you keep it a secret. If things heat up, we inform the United Nations about these... Decepticons. We’ll also expect status reports from you to make sure things are okay.”

Optimus nodded and stuck out his hand. “Understood.” He extended it to shake the human’s hand, but because the human was so small, he could only shake Optimus’ finger.

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“But yeah, after a few orbital cycles, the humans helped us set up this base in the forest, and we keep in contact with them through a liaison.” Queen Bee said, finishing her story.

“Wow...” Adrien was impressed by everything Queen Bee had told about their journey to Earth. “And you really can’t get back?”

“Not unless we fix our ship or create a working space bridge.” Pegasus sighed.

“Oh...” Adrien felt bad for all the Autobots. “I’m so sorry...”

“You have no need to apologize.” Everyone turned around to see Optimus Prime entering the room. “Although we were forced to abandon Cybertron, Earth is not a prison. We are more than willing to protect any world from the Decepticons.”

“R-Really?” Adrien asked, earning a nod from Optimus. “Are you sure we can’t do anything else to help you get used to the planet?”

“Can we, Optimus?” Ladybug got up and asked. “It’s a good learning experience.”

Queen Bee got up next to her. “Ladybug has a point. Learning about Earth culture can help us better understand these strange organic lifeforms”

Optimus took a few moments to think about it and smiled in response. “Very well. Maybe this can be the humans’ way of repaying us for protecting them.” He said, making them all cheer.

“This is so lit!” Nino cried out, which only confused Stoneheart.

“What does ‘lit’ mean?” Stoneheart asked.

Ladybug shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with lighting things on fire?”

“Maybe we can teach you all about memes first! That’ll be fun!” Alya suggested. “Ooh! Let’s teach them about Rickrolling!” She took out her phone and started to look something up.

Queen Bee rolled her optics. “This isn’t what I meant when I said I wanted to know about Earth culture.”

“And now you know how I fe--” Before Pegasus could finish his sarcastic comment, they were all interrupted by a song playing on Alya’s phone that all three humans were dancing to.

We’re no strangers to loooooooove~

You know the rules, and so do I!

“Welcome to Earth!” Alya and Nino cried out to the music while they kept dancing

Optimus sighed. He had a feeling he really should have put more consideration into letting the humans educate the Autobots.

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down!

Never gonna run around and desert you...

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makutas-chronicle · 3 years ago

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She-Ra Count of Monte Cristo AU

Inspired by the 2009 Count of Monte Cristo musical.

Adora is a quickly rising star among the Horde’s Force Captains, with her Lieutenant- soon to be Wife?- Catra by her side and her squad backing her up she seems unstoppable. But, this is causing friction among the more established Force Captains, who- aided by Shadow Weaver who’s begun to realize she lost control of Adora the moment she hit the field- secretly imprison her on Beast Island.

Ten years later, Catra, who was never even able to find out where Adora went, has been forced to admit that she’s dead and has settled in to working under Captain Scorpia, tentatively, finally, letting herself begin to move on.

Meanwhile, a scarred, dead-eyed woman staggers out of the Whispering Woods, dragging King Micah to the steps of Bright Moon before leaving to return to the Horde. Her name? Despara.

Plot outline below, someone else please write this fully so I don’t have to.

Chapters named for their corresponding songs in the musical.

Prologue: Glimmer POV. It’s another day of infuriating stalemate when the woman arrives, carrying a miracle on her back, her father, terribly injured but alive after twenty-five years. But there’s something off about this woman. She won’t tell anyone her name, Micah won’t wake up, and whenever anyone meets her gaze there’s something awful in her one good eye. It comes to a head when the woman breaks into her father’s sealed armoury, stealing powerful magical artifacts and escaping into the night, leaving Glimmer defeated in her wake with only a name, “Force Captain Despara.”

When Love Is True: Adora POV. Ten years prior, Catra and Adora are taking the Horde and the rest of the world by storm, practically celebrities in their own right. Adora thinks she has a way to get Catra promoted to Force Captain as well; their accomplishments have actually managed to draw the attention of Lord Hordak himself and she thinks a couple more missions might be enough to get an audience with him. The two of them talk about all the things they’ll finally be able to do unrestricted once it’s happened. There are makeouts, it’s disgustingly fluffy, and Catra teases Adora for it the whole time.

Unbeknownst to Adora, the last thing Shadow Weaver wants is for the two of them to get any more power. When they’re summoned to the Force Commander’s chamber she tries to re-establish her control over them, but Adora refuses to step aside. So close to what she thinks of as the end of their time under the witch’s thumb she refuses to let Shadow Weaver use them against each other any more. They are dismissed, unknowing that it was a final test, and Adora just failed it.

A Story Told: Force Captain Octavia POV. Three of the old-guard Force Captains, Octavia, Grizzlor, and a Lizardfolk(referred to hereon as Hyldren), have met in secret to discuss what should be done about Adora. She’s gathered too much influence too fast, the only Force Captain the rank and file love more than her is Scorpia, and no one has a better operation record, but unlike Scorpia, Adora won’t bend the knee to anyone other than Shadow Weaver. They need to figure out how to knock her down a peg.

The meeting is interrupted by Shadow Weaver, who prevents the others from trying to talk their way out of being discovered by revealing that Adora has outlived her usefulness, and she intends to do something that will either bring her to heel, or kill her. Either way, the problem will be solved.

Weeks later, they trick Catra into going ahead and capture Adora during a base transfer, making it look to like she was attacked by marauders from the Crimson Wastes on the road while they bring her to Beast Island, leaving Adora with a single flare, enchanted by Shadow Weaver to only be usable once Adora is willing to be completely subservient to her.

I Will Be There: Alternating Adora and Catra POV. Adora struggles to survive alone on Beast Island, keeping herself motivated by thinking of Catra, who she’s certain will figure out what’s happened and rescue her soon. Her first section ends with her meeting King Micah.

Cut to Catra, who is trying to find out what happened to Adora, refusing to believe that she’s gone even as she and the rest of their squad are reassigned to Scorpia. Catra manages to convince Scorpia to help her investigate, wowing Scorpia with her confidence that they can get to the bottom of it and rescue Adora, even if they have to tear the entire Crimson Waste inside out to do it.

From there the POV alternates, going through moments from the next five years where the two of them keep themselves going with thoughts of the other. Adora learning magic and how to survive on Beast Island from Micah, and Catra steadily leading Scorpia to conquer the Crimson Waste.

Every Day A Little Death: Alternating Adora and Catra POV. Adora collects injuries and scars from her struggle to survive, and every day it gets a little harder to believe anyone is coming for her. A monster blinds her in one eye, leaving an enormous scar down the side of her face and across her throat. She loses an arm in a freak accident and Micah fashions her a crude magic prosthetic that gets steadily more refined as three more years pass.

Catra’s frustration grows as they consolidate the Horde’s hold on the Crimson Waste and still no one can tell her what was done with Adora, they can’t even find anyone who remembers someone by her description. And every day it gets a little harder to believe that there’s anyone left to save.

Adora breaks when something breaks her nose and it heals straighter than it was before, realizing that at this point almost no one would recognize her even if she ever got off the island. During her breakdown she finally gets Micah to admit he’s been there for over twenty years. It sinks in that no one is coming, and she hopes the reason is that no one knows where she is.

Rage begins to take hold of her, because what reason did Shadow Weaver have to do this to her? To take her entire life from her? And she breaks Shadow Weaver’s flare in her prosthetic hand.

When The World Was Mine: Catra POV. Catra breaks when her squad, led by Scorpia, corner her after it’s become clear she’s not sleeping. She’s been lashing out and then retreating to places where she thinks no one can hear her forcing herself to calm down, her sleep schedule is erratic at best, and worst of all, she only seems to be getting worse the more false leads they have to discount. Scorpia tells her she knows what it’s like to grieve someone you aren’t ready to let go of, showing Catra the picture of her mothers. But if someone’s gone, no amount of denying it is ever going to bring them back, and all she’s doing by refusing to let herself grieve is hurting herself more.

Catra breaks down surrounded by people she has to begrudgingly admit are her friends.

The world loses some of its luster for her, it’s difficult for her to stay motivated once she’s admitted that Adora’s gone, but Scorpia helps her work through it, and by two more years later she’s back in peak form again. Quieter, sadder, but sharper and more dangerous for how she understands heartbreak now, and how to use it.

When We Are Kings: Micah POV. It’s taken two years and a lot of close calls, but Adora and Micah have managed to map out the currents and guard rotations for the area around Beast Island, and they’re ready to make their escape attempt.

The rage Adora felt has crystallized into a cold hatred, she’d been planning her return to the Horde for a decade, but now her plans are much less about taking back her life and more about punishing everyone responsible for taking it from her. And from the stories about Bright Moon and Mysticor Micah had tried to use to sway her, he’s given her everything she needs to make Shadow Weaver let her get close enough to enact her vengeance.

Micah is gravely injured in their escape attempt, and with his last words before he passes out he pleads with Adora to remember what she really wanted to get back to, to put that before her revenge. Because he can see the rage growing in her won’t be satisfied with just revenge, if she stays on this path, she’ll destroy herself, and take everything else with her just to try and feel a moment’s peace that won’t come.

Hell To Your Doorstep: Alternating Catra and Adora POV. Six months later, Scorpia’s team is reassigned back to the Fright Zone to help train the next generation of cadets, something that irks Catra, but she finds she has more of a soft spot for the kids than she thought she would.

She begins hearing rumors, however, of a newcomer Force Captain, someone rarely seen in the Fright Zone, but apparently a terror on the battlefield, a woman named Despara.

She’s surprised when she’s summoned by the woman, but Catra hasn’t lived this long by ignoring people when she doesn’t know what they were capable of.

When she first lays eyes on Despara there’s a moment where she’s familiar; it’s shorter, but her hair’s the same colour as Adora’s and she’s the same height. But then Despara turns around, smiles, and the memory is gone. Adora’s eyes were never so flat, her attention had never felt so cold, Despara’s posture is too aggressive, too predatory, and her nose is too straight. The woman’s smiles don’t reach her furious eye the way Adora’s had, she doesn’t even smell right, and to Catra’s discomfort she comes close enough that anyone would be able to smell her as she seemingly tries to make nice even as she stalks around Catra, speaking in a ragged voice likely due to whatever caused the scar across her throat.

She asks strange questions, mostly about Scorpia, and every answer seems to frustrate the Force Captain more, like she’s expecting Catra to have some secret knowledge for her that she just doesn’t. Catra leaves the meeting more confused than anything else.

Cut to Adora. She’d been hoping, so much, that Catra would recognize her. She feels stupid for thinking she would when Shadow Weaver hadn’t, when none of the people responsible for taking everything from her had, when Catra has Scorpia now. Catra had been Adora’s lifeline, and she’d moved on. She tears apart her office, the hate in her chest searing hot until she’s exhausted herself and it simmers back down into its usual cold burn. She hadn’t expected to need to add Scorpia to the list of people she is going to crush. It’s a shame, Adora had liked Scorpia, but now, all Despara can see is someone else who’s stolen from her.

She plans, and the hate in her heart digs deeper.

Ah, Women: Despara(Adora) POV. Despara bides her time, though she finds herself gravitating back to the Fright Zone more and more often to watch Catra with the cadets. One catches her attention, a magicat child named Finn she sees trailing after another recruit with a familiar expression in their eyes. The same she knows used to be in hers when she looked at Catra.

Something of Adora responds the sight, so she waits until training is over one day and takes them aside under the pretense of interviewing them for inclusion in her squad. She asks them about their squad, who they’d need to come with them if they were to be assigned to a Force Captain, and lets herself be Adora- if only in her mind- for a bit while they gush about their friends. Thinking about how best to help this child instead of her revenge for a moment is almost invigorating, but it’s over too soon. When she brings Finn back to the Barracks she catches Catra watching her, eyes suspicious and accusing, protective of her cadet. Despara’s walls come right back up; this isn’t for her anymore, Adora would have been able to help look after them, Despara has no use for them.

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead: Catra POV. Despara has been hanging around the edges, haunting the barracks like a vengeful specter, it sets Catra’s teeth on edge. She’s only seen Despara soften once, around Finn, but she remembers how the hard edges had come right back when she’d noticed Catra watching, remembers how Shadow Weaver used softness against Adora, so that only makes her warier, makes her ensure the woman doesn’t have the chance to get Finn alone again.

Her next full confrontation with Despara comes months later, during a sparring demonstration with Scorpia. The woman barges in, the cold in her eye burning with rage, and demands to spar with the other Force Captain.

As the two spar, Catra starts noticing little things in the way Despara moves in a fight; her precision, the steps she takes before she makes a strike, the specific way she braces herself before a block. Catra finds herself almost anticipating Despara’s moves before she makes them and a hope she’d buried deep starts to stir as Despara, for all her vicious determination, is slowly overwhelmed by Scorpia’s experience and size advantage.

She asks Scorpia to tag in, she needs to know.

Sparring against Despara is like slipping back into an old, favourite bed, like coming home; she can hardly believe it, and from the way Despara’s good eye softens, neither can she. It’s not long before they’re dancing the same dance they used to, each so familiar with the other’s movements and tactics that they could spar uninterrupted for hours without a winner. Catra looks at Adora, hard and angry but her Adora, back from the dead after ten years, and the cold in her good eye- what had happened to Her Adora’s eyes? Where had the fire in them gone? Why didn’t her smiles reach them anymore? What made her move like she’d never been Catra’s?- melts.

Catra breathes her name and after a desperate, yearning moment where Adora leans in, Despara’s walls come back up in an instant, the cold fury breaking their stalemate as she pounces with surprising ferocity. The battle becomes pitched, each of them trying to get back on the offensive, Catra refusing to let Adora retreat behind Despara again, and Despara refusing to let Catra back in.

Eventually, Despara lands a blow, winning the spar, and as they stand there, panting with exertion, the hate in Despara’s gaze solidifies again. “You moved on,” she accuses Catra, turning on her heel before Catra can recover from the shock.

In many ways, Catra doesn’t recover, not until Scorpia manages to shoo the cadets away and find Catra somewhere safe to break down again.

Pretty lies: Alternating Despara and Catra POV. Despara goes back into the field for a time, carving her way across the front lines to try and bury the parts of Adora that dancing with Catra had stirred up from their places. Meanwhile, Catra tries to settle back into her life before she realized that Adora was here, was hurting so badly all alone.

Eventually someone steps forward to challenge Despara directly during a raid, and as Despara steps forward, glad to have someone to direct the wildfire under her skin at, he reveals himself to be Micah. Despara is shocked, she’d only brought him to Bright Moon out of courtesy for how he’d helped her, she never thought he’d actually survive his injuries. Then he calls her Adora, and she resolves to do what Beast Island couldn’t.

Intersperse cutaways to Catra confiding in Scorpia, telling her about how Adora used to be, the light in her eyes, her determination, how kind and honorable she could be even when it was infuriating, their plans for the future, how Catra had wanted to wake up wrapped in Adora’s warmth every day for the rest of her life. The gentle memories contrasting with cuts back to Despara attacking Micah like a woman possessed, like something feral and unstoppable as he tries fruitlessly to talk to her.

Micah and Despara’s fight ends in a draw, but Micah reveals that while he’d been hoping to get through to her he was also keeping her occupied while the Rebellion drove the rest of the Horde away and Despara is forced to retreat.

Meanwhile, Catra resolves to try and rescue Adora, one last time.

All This Time: Catra POV. Despara returns to the Fright Zone in a downright incandescent rage, and Catra finds herself horrified by how she seems somehow even less like Adora with that kind of fire in her eye. But she still goes to her, she has to try, just once.

Despara almost seems frightened of her, the rage struggling to stay on the surface when Catra confronts her. After a little pushing, Despara agrees to let Catra stay with her for the night, to hold each other close like they used to. There’s something of Adora in the way Despara hesitates to touch her, though it’s different now, less like she’s waiting for permission and more like she’s worried Catra’s fur might burn her.

Despara doesn’t melt back into Adora in her arms like Catra had hoped, like she’d seen when they sparred, but it’s progress, and Despara sleeps better than she has in a decade.

The next morning Despara almost seems excited, she tells Catra that her plan is finally going to be ready, that she can finally take her revenge on Shadow Weaver, Octavia, Grizzlor, and Hyldren. For the first time in six months all the Force Captains will be in the same place, now all she needs is to make her move on Shadow Weaver.

As Despara’s trap snaps shut around Shadow Weaver, turning her own magic back against her, Catra can only watch the sick glee on Despara’s face as Shadow Weaver’s screams echo through the chamber, her heart starting to break with how there isn’t even a trace of Adora in that expression. Shadow Weaver subdued, Despara plucks the shard of the Black Garnet from her mask, leaving the Sorceress barely alive in her lair as she slots the gem into her prosthetic, red lightning flashing along it.

Despara doesn’t even seem to notice how Catra flinches at the sight of the magical electricity.

Next are the Force Captains, gathered up in a conference room, Despara enters and slams her prosthetic hand into one of the walls, igniting the spell circle covering the room and channeling the Black Garnet’s lightning through it.

Catra can’t let her do it, Despara was going to torture an entire room of people to death, was going to kill Scorpia, just to get at three of them. Adora would never have done this, if there was ever a moment to try and save her it was now. She pulls her away from the room, breaking her connection to the spell circle.

They fight, Despara utterly blinded by her rage at having been so close to finalizing her revenge and having it denied for even a moment. It’s not the dance of their spar, it’s brutal and grinding, Despara throwing every spell and power she’s learned or stolen into taking Catra down, Catra barely able to keep ahead of it until finally Despara catches her around the throat, baring Shadow Weaver’s gem and preparing to pump every bit of lightning she can conjure into Catra.

Catra tells her to do it, that she’d rather die than have to keep watching Adora be this.

Despara braces herself for the kill, to shed the last trace of her weakness, and Adora can’t do it.

The Man I Used To Be: Adora POV. She can’t do it. Adora drops Catra, tears gathering in her eyes as she shoves Shadow Weaver’s gem out of her arm like it’s burning her. She stumbles away to collapse against a wall, wide-eyed and panting.

She’d been about to kill her, she’d been about to kill Catra the same way she’d spent her whole life terrified Shadow Weaver would. She’d been trying to kill Micah and Scorpia, who’d only ever been kind to her. The cold hatred’s claws around her heart hurt, she’d used them to hold it together, keep it from breaking apart in her chest, but she could feel it, she’d been about to let them crush her.

Catra starts to get up and Adora shatters.

She runs, doesn’t want to see the way Catra had looked at her again. She runs until she’s left the Fright Zone behind, until her legs won’t hold her anymore and then further, until she trips and falls, curling up as small as she can to try and hide.

Catra doesn’t let her, after making sure Scorpia and the others were going to be alright she’s tracked her down. Catra gathers Adora up in her arms and Adora hesitates, but this time it’s right, this time it’s because she can’t believe Catra would let her touch, not because she’s afraid she won’t be able to hold onto the rage in Catra’s arms. Then Catra tells her it’s alright and Adora stops trying to put herself back together, crying as she clings to Catra’s arms around her.

Not 100% on how it would wrap up after that, but I’ve got a vague idea of them going back to the Horde, rescuing the cadets and moving off to live in the Whispering Woods, trying to find these kids’ families to return them. Maybe Micah shows up and is grateful to Catra for helping Adora pull herself back from the brink? I dunno, this sprang fully formed from my brain six hours ago.

#spop #She-Ra #Adora #Catra #Catradora #Maybe a little Scortra?#Mostly I just see them as really good friends in this AU #And Adora jumps to conclusions because she's /absolutely livid/#My work notes #Count of Monte Cristo AU #Prompt #Someone take this off of my hands please I BEG OF YOU #Let Adora be furious 2021

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cakeleighh · 4 years ago

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You ever just create an au crossover with two fandoms you’re currently in? Just cuz? No real plot or idea, just a concept? Like marmite and chocolate. “Idk how the fuck these two got in even 5 meters of each other, but it actually tastes nice????”

Well, I present to you;

Yeah, idk either, but I loved the design so I’m posting it. Fun fact; I drew this lying on my side, my drawing arm under my body, and using my finger on my small phone. Am I proud I made something like this in these conditions? Yes. Should I be? Not really. But oh well.

Also, the reason I’m posting this now is cuz I just created something so cute I had to post it.

If anyone wants to use these designs, go right ahead! I’m probably not gonna go further. And if someone wants to create an in-depth miraculous x teenwolf crossover, feel free. My only aim with this post was show cute fox stiles, and get people inspired.

I do have a small narrative if anyone wants to use it, but it’s not in-depth or even finished, so don’t feel obliged to. The story is like so;

-Trixx’s miraculous has been lost from the miracle box (instead of Nooroo & Duusuu’s), it gets into the hands of someone bad -like a boss- and when he’s defeated, another bad person gets the miraculous. The cycle passing from bad people to bad people continues for years.

-Because of the nature of the fox miraculous, most people who wield it use it very discreetly. So there’s no coverage of a “fox supervillain” in the media. However, if you were to ask someone involved within criminal activity; they’d tell you it was a legend to scare gangs into submission by the police.

-Eventually, a mercenary with the fox miraculous comes to California to lay low for a bit, however, he’s killed by a druid for a sacrifice. The miraculous is left behind on the scene, since the Druid is unaware of what it really is.

-Stiles, who had been looking for clues on the new killer, comes across the now vacant home. It’s obvious that there was a fight, so he starts to record things and collect evidence for himself. He luckily isn’t obliged to tell the police since technically, he shouldn’t even know there’s a killer. So technically to the police, it’s just robbery, not withholding information. In his endeavour, he finds the fox miraculous -thinking it’s a tad tacky, but he never underestimates the small things. Not after his friend was bitten by a werewolf and he got drawn into the weird supernatural world.

-once he gets home it takes him hours of filtering through evidence before he gets the the necklace. It’s at that point it activates and Trixx emerges. It’s not like “AAAAA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU”, it’s more like “... I didn’t sign up for this, I should really consider just leaving this godforsaken town.”

-Trixx explains what a miraculous is how it can give him amazing powers. But the first thing Stiles asks is who was the guy who had it in the house he found the necklace in. They hesitantly explain he was a mercenary, but they can’t reveal his name.

-Stiles takes a while but he gets exited about having this unique insight on this case. Now they could possibly stop the killer before anyone else has to die. However, he doesn’t actually want to use the miraculous power since “I can’t waste time trying to play super hero! There’s a killer out there and if we needed an enhanced individual to get them, we’d have the werewolves out there. No, for this case we need a detective.”

-Trixx was very surprised when they heard Stiles explain he didn’t want to use the miraculous, but the more they listened, the more they understood the reasoning. Inwardly, they were immensely relieved. They could finally take a break from using their power for bad, and now could maybe even help this little kit out in doing some good.

~time skip as Trixx and Stiles become closer while on the case~

~there’s a point where Stiles is stuck in a the back of a truck with no way out. There was reason to believe the truck belonged to the killer, so Stiles invited himself in (closing the door so no one could see him snooping), and his hunch is right when he sees freezers full of body parts. What he didn’t anticipate though, was that the truck would start moving.

~With rising tensions, Stiles desperately-and yet fruitlessly- tries to find a way out, unless he wanted jump out the back of a moving vehicle at 60+ mph.

~Trixx advises him to use the miraculous, but he’s adamant against it, saying he can find a way out himself. Saying things like, “Scott would find a way.” And “Derek would be disappointed if I used such a cheap trick to get out of this.”

~Eventually, when the supposed killer starts to get to a stop, Stiles finally gives in and uses the miraculous.

~cue typical transformation scene~

~Stiles doesn’t have time to question the outfit before the killer parks, gets out of the car, and seemingly starts to go for the back door.

~Stiles tries to do what Trixx had told him before (regarding the fox miraculous power), and attempts to make himself invisible in the corner by making a mirage of an empty corner in front of him.

~It works and the killer doesn’t suspect a thing. Luckily Stiles was able to escape the truck when the killer went to put the first box in a warehouse. He makes sure to take many photos and notes about where he is, and what the warehouse is like. It’s not in the main town, but it isn’t far. Since it’s surrounded by forests, Stiles was able to slip away from the situation undetected.

~Stiles isn’t stupid, he isn’t going to face a serial killer he knows nothing about, and without his pack. Furthermore, he feels wrong for using Trixx, since they wanted to have a break from being used. So as soon as he was out of view of the warehouse, he powered down to begin a probably long walk back to town.

~Trixx was obviously a bit worn out, but all together happy that Stiles was ok. They found it weird when the kit started to apologise to Trixx, saying how it felt wrong to use someone like that. They found it soothing to have such a respectful miraculous holder, but they assured him it was perfectly fine and that that was the point of the miraculous anyway.

~hours of walking later and Stiles finally gets home, about just as exhausted as Trixx was. He asked if there was anyway to regain the kwami’s energy, which they replied that food would be good enough. So he let them look through all the food he had to see if they had a preference. They didn’t seem that picky, but when they saw a pack of blueberries, they instantly lit up and went for it. Stiles was going to ask if they wanted anything more, but the fox sped off cackling to themself.

~end~

And that’s all I got for more detailed scenes. I guess the general consensus from then on is that Stiles and Trixx go on with the case, and get the entire pack to ambush the killer to take him down. He only uses the fox miraculous if it’s the only way, or if using it would prevent possible casualties.

But as for more hc about it, I guess Stiles wouldn’t be able to tell the pack -secret identities n’ all that- and I’d assume he’d be hesitant to be Vulpy in front of the pack. But for embarrassment or just not wanting to open that can of worms, I have no clue.

I think Stiles would strike up the deal “If you agree to help me on this case, I’ll find and return you to your guardian”. Even though Trixx has no say in whether he can use them or not, it’s a deal they can’t pass up.

Also, just saying, if Stiles got akumatised he would call himself “Nogitsune” ;) which is a good next drawing idea, actually.

Like I said, if anyone wants redo any of this and completely change it, feel free! The idea of all the pack having a miraculous would be very interesting.

[I said I wouldn’t develop it more but I’m a sleep deprived idiot that was like “wouldn’t it be fun to make a animation/animatic of the transformation” and actually did it. I hate myself, but look out for it on my page, I only have a few last things to do.]

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #derek hale #Trixx #miraculous au #teen wolf au #crossover

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sparklycitrus · 4 years ago

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Yet Another Omegaverse Setup - Part 3

And here comes the not-yet-but-def-coming 00q headcanon. The really, really fun part. I noticed I like torturing James a lot more than Q. Hmm...a writing quirk, me thinks.

And it’s AU day! So, this counts as an extra on my point sheet. XD

Link to Part 1 here. Link to Part 2 here.

Omegaverse Setup Part 3 - Bond & Q

Bond has been on alpha suppressants since his days in the navy. They were nothing fancy, just the generic brand carried by any navy physician, and didn’t really do much except prolonged his rut cycle by a few weeks. Having ruts while confined at sea was a nightmare, so he tried to time the doses to keep his schedule to twice a year. (Alpha suppressants aren’t as fine-tuned as omega ones, and so are much more unpredictable.) His rut was usually every four to five months. With suppressants, sometimes he’d luck out and stretch it out to six.

When he became an agent of MI6 his meds more or less stayed the same. They didn’t really send him out on that many mission before he was fast-tracked to double-oh for exemplary performance. When M called him into her office on the day of his promotion, he at first thought there was a misprint on the paperwork. 007? That’s a beta position, isn’t it? (It did kind of explain the presence of a doctor from MI6 Medical and the Chief of Staff being included in the meeting.) She stated her displeasure with the current system, and asked Bond to be a trial case. For all intents and purposes he has now become a beta – all of his files have been altered, he is in a beta-exclusive position, and the only people who are aware of it were in this room. “You are too good to be saddled with endless missions that only require a working knot,” she declared, to which Bond wholeheartedly agreed.

His new suppressants are specialized now, made exclusively in the MI6 labs as top secret R&D (and classified as such). It keeps his rut cycle at around five months, and shortens its duration to fifty hours, easily concealable by his usual habit of disappearing off the grid during downtime. His alpha scent is almost nonexistent, and the glands on his neck, if not in rut, are barely larger than a beta’s. He can achieve an erection when needed, although knotting is almost impossible outside ruts. It mean he gets less satisfying orgasms, but Bond brushes that off as part of the tradeoff - it’s a miracle he can still perform on such a strong suppressant in the first place. There’s also a booster shot he can take if he happens to go into rut at an inconvenient time. It’ll delay it for another day or so, which is usually long enough for him to get to safety.

The medicine is delivered on a strict schedule in the form of a shot every three months, no exceptions. For national security reasons Bond spends all of his ruts alone, sometimes resorting to outside drugs and alcohol to dampen its effects. It’s always a miserable experience and he hasn’t taken an omega to bed for a proper rut in years. Bond just sees this as another sacrifice for the Country and deals with it by gritting his teeth and trudging on.

Q has been on omega suppressants since puberty. The mother of one of his schoolmates was a nurse, through whom Q got a steady supply of high-quality meds since the initial presentation. Still, he disliked the various side effects – cystic acne being one of the most irritating – and switched brands throughout his teenage years. He always hated the fact that being an omega meant people underestimated him or saw him as nothing but a hole to fuck. So he avoided the whole hassle by pretending to be a beta, and should anyone come too close to the truth, well, there’s nothing that threatening to publicize all their digital dirty laundry couldn’t fix.

He became the Quartermaster through his own sheer brilliance. It’s hard to stand out amongst the bright youth of Q-branch, especially as a nameless beta. In truth Q-branch is a very merit-based place, so Q’s not 100% sure if he were an out-and-proud omega anything would change, but he has spent his whole life this way and didn’t want to make the change. He has the skills to lock and change his own files, so he did, with no one in MI6 the wiser. He is a workaholic, but timing his heats to a few off days has never been a problem.

His current suppressants are a concoction made from years of experimenting and tailored to his physique. They completely eliminate his scent, shrink his glands to beta size, act as hormonal birth control, and give him control as to when he wants to have his heats. The only side effects are the occasional cramps and night sweats. However, this doesn’t mean he can’t smell other alphas when they’re around. Sometimes he gets involuntarily wet from alpha personnel strutting by his desk, dripping pheromones all over and thinking he’s unaffected. After the third time he puts up a sign outside Q-branch reminding alphas that there are a lot of omegas working in the bullpen who like to continue to work un-harassed. They wouldn’t go into the secretarial pool and rile up all the omega girls in front of their executives, would they? The incidents lessened a few days after the sign went up, and eventually stopping being a problem.

His natural cycle is around two months and lasts three days, and Q likes to artificially keep it to that also. Eventually when he comes off suppressants – a long time from now, but it will happen – it will make the transition easier. His med is a daily white pill, with two transition yellow pills before and after his heats, and nothing during. Sometimes he spends his heats alone with various toys for company, and sometimes he invites in alphas whom he has carefully vetted in advance. No one from anything close to governmental agencies. They all gossip and the last thing Q wants is to be outed via an outside grapevine. There’s only one person who knows he’s an omega in MI6 – the Chief of Staff. Q has told Tanner himself, partly because he needs to inform at least one person at work just in case something happens – their profession is fairly dangerous, after all – and partly because they’re pretty good friends. Bill Tanner knows how to handle secrets like a boss, to which Q is very grateful.

#omegaverse #setup #james bond #q #headcanon #007 fest #00q

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spidercakes · 5 years ago

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Have an AU in which Peter is Tony’s younger (22) boyfriend and the media has a heyday about it.

Peter throws down the magazine and glares out at the Manhattan skyline looking irritated. Pepper looks up from her reading, predictably The New York Times, to look at Peter for a moment before she turns her gaze to Tony. They’ve known each other a long time, he doesn’t need her to speak to know what she’s saying. He lets out a soft sigh before walking over to Peter and settling his hands on his shoulder. “Baby,” he murmurs, “you know its all media talk.”

Won’t be the first time, sure shit won’t be the last either. He doesn’t want to tell Peter he needs to grow a thicker skin because that sounds like an asshole thing to say but that is the only solution he’s got.

“I’ve never asked you for anything,” he snaps, glaring up at Tony but they both know he’s not mad at Tony specifically.

“I know that, and so do you. That’s all that matters,” he says, running his fingers through Peter’s hair.

“I can’t believe I got called a gold digger just because I’m younger than you!” he says, pissed off.

“Oh, you got called a gold digger because you’re half his age- lets at least be accurate about it and trust me I got it worse. Get used to it,” Pepper tells him bluntly. Tony gives her a look because he was handling it, he didn’t need her input. Pepper rolls her eyes at him though. “Tony don’t give me that, you weren’t telling him what he needed to hear and someone had to. The media isn’t going to get better about their rumors so you might as well make peace with them. Next week you’ll be breaking up because Tony is abusing you and the week after that you’ll be breaking up because you somehow managed to take Tony for half his worth. Then they’ll run some other totally wild thing like us getting back together and then the next week we’ll be a threesome, you get the point. Its bunk, dismiss it as such.”

Peter still doesn’t look very happy about all this and Tony sighs, “baby, she’s right. Media outlets are vultures.”

That only seems to earn him another dirty look. “I work for a media outlet,” he reminds Tony and he lets out a long sigh.

“Honey, you’re going to get a call within twenty minutes or less asking for an exclusive interview, guaranteed.” So his boss hates him, Tony knows, because Peter has complained extensively about it. That isn’t going to matter when his life is suddenly news worthy.

Peter’s phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket, settling the hand that isn’t holding his phone on the hand Tony has on his shoulder. “Hey Gwen-” his words are cut off as he listens for a moment. He squints, pulling the phon from his ear to give it an annoyed look. “No, Gwen what the hell? Your job? Oh my god I’m dating a guy, that is not news! Go cover homelessness or something that’s actually important and tell Jameson to stuff it!” he says, hanging up.

Tony winces, “I don’t really want to say I told you so, but also I did say you’d get a call.”

“I’m not a damn gold digger,” Peter mumbles, picking himself up and walking away.

Pepper sighs and gives him a look. “Couldn’t you have chosen one who knows how the media acts? One would think working in the media would help with that,” she mumbles.

“Pep, leave him alone, he’s not used to it. Honestly its a miracle it took them this long to figure it out. People were reporting we were together for like five years before we actually dated.” Pepper hadn’t appreciated it then either, and she sure as hell didn’t appreciate the assumption that their relationship was a secret for several years but unlike Peter she did let it go pretty quick.

“This is your fault for dating a fetus. And for gods sake stop dating your PAs,” she tells him.

“Aw come on, its not shitty articles about you so what’s up?” he says.

She squints at him, “do you not remember who has to deal the media fallout of your actions? This week is going to be ‘Tony’s dating someone new’ hell so if you’ll excuse me I will go prepare a bunch of statements to be released strategically. Please deal with the child you’re currently cradle robbing,” she tells him.

“Twenty two is an adult!” he calls after her. Probably helps that years of alcoholism and general daddy issues left him pretty emotionally stunted. Realistically they all know Tony could knock at least five years off his age easy all things considered so he feels he isn’t cradle robbing anyone.

Its not like he didn’t expect it, he did its just that he doesn’t like the idea of Tony thinking he’s using him for his money. Yeah, Tony has a thing for fancy gifts so yeah Peter has some pretty nice clothes, and a fancy watch, and a bunch of other nice things he never asked for but he’s not a gold digger. If he wanted money he'd just hit up some shitty rich person and rob them blind. MJ would totally help him too, he knows she would. And Ned would totally be a good getaway driver and they can’t ever tell Miles about it because he’s the worst liar known to man. He’s a worse liar than Peter and Peter is not a good liar at all.

Tony finds him sulking in their bedroom and he knows he’s sulking but he can’t help it. Tony slides into bed and settles in next to him. “Baby,” he says, hand sliding up Peter’s thigh, “you know I don’t believe any of those articles anyway. And I wouldn’t no matter what they wrote. I’ve been under a microscope my whole life, I know that even news outlets pretty consistently lie about shit to get people to read their papers. I’d absolutely believe you over any paper,” he murmurs.

Peter looks away, faking being disinterested in the conversation. Tony sighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Come on, baby. You know I love you,” he says softly, kissing his way down Peter’s neck.

He bites his lip, debating on making Tony work for it a little more but fuck it, there’s a reason he’s with Tony and aside from being smart, funny, and surprisingly generous his looks are also on that list. And Peter isn’t really one to waste a good time so he turns, catching Tony’s jaw in his hand and kissing him with enthusiasm. “There you go, baby,” he murmurs as he drags Peter into his lap. “That’s better.”

He grins, “think I can piss Pepper off more with sulking?” he asks and Tony gives him a panicked look.

“Baby, do not piss Pepper off. For my sake. She’s a fearsome creature and probably everyone is going to regret calling you a gold digger anyway,” he says.

Peter curls his arms around Tony’s neck and leans into him. “Probably. Show me you love me?” he asks and Tony curls his arms around him tight.

“Always.”

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years ago

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a conspiracy theory - chapter 13

co-written by @snowdog49 and @jeanhaavoc

summary: Detective Roy takes on a challenging task… To find Olivier Armstrong’s sword. However, he has a beautiful woman to distract him along the way. Will he, Jean, and Ed be able to find the sword in time, or will they succumb to the conspiracy?

warning: graphic depictions of violence

tags: conspiracy, pining, unresolved sexual tension, private detective au, royai, havolina, mystery, violence, modern au, coffee shops

rated: m | words: 4233

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“Ms. Olivier,” Roy greeted. He held up the sword and her hardened gaze relaxed. Only a tiny bit though, but Roy counted it as a win. “I found your sword.”

Her lips curled upwards. It wasn’t a smile by any means, more like an ‘ about time ’ look, but Roy didn’t care. He was still proud of the job he’d done. She’d basically expected a miracle, giving him nothing to go on at the very start, and he’d delivered. If she’d just told him about the damn Gatekeepers organization, then this could’ve been over with so much quicker. He understood the Armstrong Family’s desire for privacy and the organization’s need for secrecy, but he was a damn P.I. He had more secrets than Olivier Armstrong could ever dream of rattling around inside his head from all he’d seen over the years, and he was a professional. In a way, he was a little insulted she hadn’t given him all the information in the beginning. If she was that desperate about finding the sword, it shouldn’t have been a problem to give Roy all he needed to find the stupid thing. However, it did work in his favour, in a way. It just proved that he was a great private detective because he’d produced a miracle. His reputation was back in top form.

“Thank you, Mustang.”

Roy just knew she wanted to say ‘ took you long enough ’, but was holding back. Still, as long as he was getting paid and the job was done, he didn't really care what she thought.

Olivier snapped her fingers at the butler who’d escorted Roy inside. It was the same man from before. Roy had called ahead to say he was coming with the sword, so she must have had his payment ready and waiting for him again, because an envelope was presented to Olivier. She took it carefully from the butler’s hands, yet thrust it towards Roy.

“Your payment.”

“Thank you very much, Ms. Olivier.”

“I appreciate the hard work you put into this. It couldn’t have been easy.”

“I had a good team with me, Ma’am,” was his simple reply.

“Well then, you’ve all done me a great service with this. Who had it?”

Roy regarded her for the moment. They’d decided they weren't going to tell her, despite her being involved with the organization, but now that the moment was here, indecision ruled him.

She looked over to her butler, jerking her chin at him. The door opened then closed quietly, leaving the two of them alone.

“You have my word that this conversation is completely confidential. Whatever is said in here will not leave this room.” Her eyes were fierce and it eased his mind, but he still held back for a moment longer.

“With all due respect Ma’am, please understand, this is currently tied to another investigation I am running. Divulging any information would be a breach of confidentiality on my part.”

“Who had it, Mustang?” Her gaze was sharp and unrelenting. There was no way she’d let it go.

Still, not intimidated, Roy shook his head. He had to play this smartly. “I do not take this kind of thing lightly. I’m a professional and will not jeopardize the other investigation.”

“Raven? He’s always been bitter that I hold a higher social standing than him because of my family name,” she snorted. Olivier crossed her arms and stared Roy down while he remained still and guarded, letting her say her piece. She was giving him this information in the hopes it would ease him even further, and Roy wouldn’t say no to it. If it helped the investigation, then he would eat it up. “The old coot always seems to forget that my family owns this city, no matter how much he and his little band of ‘friends’ seem to think otherwise.”

Now, it was her tone that was bitter. Still, this was going in the right direction. Roy just had to play his cards right. “Oh?” he inquired lightly. “And Senator Raven said you and him were good friends.”

Olivier snorted hard. “Hardly. Only when he needs something are we the best of friends. He tolerates me because if he doesn’t, he’s out.” Her sharp, icy blue eyes met Roy’s, and he knew exactly what she was referring to.

“Out, Ma’am?” he asked, eyebrows drawing together in pretend confusion.

Olivier glanced heavenward. “Surely you’re not that dense, Mustang? This little organization they’re all tied to. I sit at the head of it as the eldest of the Armstrong family, like my father before me. It’s a silly little club, only there to make them all feel special. I couldn’t care less about it, and if it were up to me, it would be gone. I have better things to do with my time than babysit children like that. But,” she sighed. “Because it’s been in the family for generations,” she spat. “It still remains. Waste of time and money if you ask me.”

“You don’t respect Raven?” Roy asked innocently as if he just couldn’t believe that was the truth.

“What tipped you off, Detective?” she smirked, mocking him. “But no, I do not care for him in the slightest. Or about Bradley either. I have no respect for them, because they lied, stole, and cheated their way into that organization. I have no time for people like that.” She leaned forward in her chair, her expression almost predatory. “I will ask you one more time, Mustang. Who had the sword?”

“Bradley,” he answered, confident this time.

She snorted and sat back. “That little snake. What did he want it for?”

“We do not have clear confirmation of that yet Ma’am. We’re still building a case for it so we can hand it over to the correct authorities. However, rest assured, once my team is finished and the offenders have been apprehended, I will happily tell you all about it.”

She tried to stare him down but it wouldn’t work. Until they got this fiasco with Bradley and Kimblee sorted out, there was no way he was going to start talking about it. He didn’t trust Olivier completely, however, he trusted her enough to share part of the truth. Until then, he had to play it safe. He had to protect his team.

“This better be worth it,” she muttered.

“I like to think so Ma’am,” he managed to get out without gritting his teeth.

“Fine,” she sighed. “You still got the sword. That’s all that matters to me right now. Your payment is secured in the envelope,” she announced. “Along with a little compensation.”

Roy’s eyebrow lifted at the mention of there being extra payment.

“I had a feeling that the organization would be behind this little game, so wanted to ensure you were paid accordingly. Dealing with that lot can be insufferable for me. I dread to think what you had to endure.” She waved him away from her desk. “I expect a full report once this is over with. I want to know who I need to kick from my order.”

“I can assure you, I will report back as soon as I’m able.”

The butler greeted him outside the door, his face expectant.

Roy relaxed. Now that was over and done with, his mind was eased somewhat. The weight of the sword itself was off his mind and he was in Olivier’s good books. That wasn’t important, but after talking with her, he didn’t feel in any danger. He couldn’t rule anyone out, but he felt safe enough from her wrath on the Gatekeepers counsel. Still, one person, no matter how high their standing was with the rest of the members, couldn't do much against the influence of many. They still had to be cautious.

But that was a problem for tomorrow. He forced it out of his mind as he was escorted back to his car because he had a lunch date with Riza to focus on instead.

* * *

“You know that there are other restaurants and eateries in the city, don’t you?”

Roy turned in his chair and spotted Riza grinning at him as she rounded the table. She took a seat, placing her purse on the table next to her latte and a pastry Roy had picked out for her again. Like always, she was gorgeous. He’d never feel any other way about it. She hypnotized him with every step. Her hair was pinned up in a clip today and her bangs fell over her eyes. She wore a plain white t-shirt with a blue and white checkered collared shirt on top. The outer shirt was unbuttoned and left open, flapping as she moved. Her jeans matched the colour blue of her shirt perfectly, leaving her looking like a vision.

“I know there is, but maybe I wanted to bring it back to where it all started,” he grinned cheekily. “Plus, I know Metric Coffee is good. I couldn’t live with myself if I took you somewhere new and we ended up drinking swill.”

Riza laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, her smile reaching her eyes. “I suppose I can forgive you then, with that reasoning.”

“One last hurrah,” Roy toasted as a joke, lifting his coffee cup in the air.

She shook her head fondly. “Let’s hope it’s not the last hurrah. You picked out a good restaurant for dinner last time, I would love to see what other recommendations you might have in store for me.” Her cup tapped his regardless and she took a sip. Savouring the flavour, she hummed to herself and returned the cup to the table. “Thank you for these,” she smiled, gesturing towards the pastry. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Call it a gift for all your help.”

Her eyes wandered up to meet his. He’d vowed there would be no talk of work, and he planned on sticking to it, but still, it was nice to show his appreciation. Hell, if this all went south and he ended up dead or in prison, he wanted to at least give her that. Roy would’ve preferred it to be a grander gift, but time was a luxury that he didn't have.

“You’re sweet,” she commented. “Thank you. But I was just doing a service to the city,” she added. Her hands crossed over on the table and she leaned forward. “Did you get the sword back to Olivier?”

“I promised no work talk,” Roy lifted a hand, halting her. “And I promise to keep it that way. I owe you that.”

Her expression turned inquisitive. “You don’t have to,” she argued. “We can talk about it.”

“The last time we were together, I dragged you to my office, leaving you overwhelmed and caught up in my mess. All the other times, I’ve been discussing… that thing,” he added with emphasis. “And it kind of ruined the mood.”

“You didn’t ruin the mood,” she shook her head. “Our first dinner was great. You’re clearly very passionate.”

Roy opened his mouth to continue but paused when he caught the look in her eye. There was a hint of a smirk on her face as she lifted her cup for another drink. He caught the double meaning behind her words. She was going to be the death of him, he swore she would.

“And Thursday was lovely,” she continued as if nothing was amiss. Roy’s breath had been stolen from him by her, so she continued talking. “Honestly, it was. I had such a good time with you.”

Roy swallowed. The thought of her hand on his arm, her lips pressed against his cheek, made his blood run hot. He could have a hundred of those moments and he’d still let his cheeks grow hot with affection.

“So, no last hurrah, alright?” she scolded lightly.

He nodded eventually, his mind still swirling with thoughts. “Right.”

“So, where to after this?” she asked.

“The park?” Roy offered. “It’s a nice day. We could walk Hayate if you wanted?”

“That would be great,” she smiled warmly. “He’s waiting outside for us, actually. I figured if we were going to be out all day, it would be worth bringing him along.”

“That makes it easy,” Roy chuckled. “I’m sure Hayate would love a good walk in the park.”

They finished their pastries and picked up their cups to go. Hayate greeted Riza eagerly as soon as she stepped outside. His tail wagged back and forth with force to hit his sides. His butt followed suit, tongue hanging out with a wide canine smile. Roy had to admit that Hayate looked like the happiest dog in the world just then. He sniffed around Roy’s feet before looking up at him, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

“Hey, buddy,” Roy greeted. He crouched low, scratching him behind the ears. The small dog’s eyes closed in his happiness, tilting his head into Roy’s hand. When Roy stood up, he then rubbed his head against Roy’s shin.

“He likes you,” Riza giggled.

“Thank you, Boy,” Roy grinned. “I like you too.”

Hayate barked once, backing up from Roy and wagging his tail.

The sun high in the afternoon sky, warming their skin as they walked. Roy felt a surge of deja vu flow through him, as well as the realization that the last time they’d walked through, it had been a simpler time in his life. So much had changed in such a short period of time, yet Riza was still by his side.

They walked side by side as they followed the paved path through the trees. It was a beautiful day to be outside. It was a beautiful day to be with her. Their steps synced as they made their way around towards the pond at the center. Roy held his hands in his pockets, watching hers sway at her sides. Her posture was perfect, and the sun hit her eyes perfectly that they sparkled. His heart fluttered, actually fluttered, in his chest. She was right there, right next to him.

He looked over at the shaded grass, then to the pond where some ducks swam. His feet stopped, and he watched as two children ran to the pond with happy screams and cries. He couldn’t help but smile. It was just a perfect scene, something that he needed to see in all his stress and all his worries, to know there was something so innocent that existed.

“Hayate loves to swim.” He felt a hand on his back over his shoulder blade. He felt himself inhale sharply at the contact. “Problem is, he also likes ducks.”

It made him laugh. Hayate was not a big dog. Roy would even guess the geese would be more aggressive and far more of an opponent than Hayate could be to the ducks. “Does he fetch sticks?”

Riza shook her head, the hairs in her clip swaying back and forth. “I think that’s too boring for him.” He felt her fingers drizzle down his shoulder.

Roy made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and nodded slowly. He tossed his head towards the pond. “Well, if Hayate likes ducks, let's go see the ducks.”

“Hayate,” she said as she looked at the dog. “Can you behave?”

The dog barked once before following dutifully behind his master.

He steered her to a bench, sitting down to watch some kids feed the ducks, Hayate watching with eager eyes. Roy watched from the corner of his eyes as Riza watched the children. Then he glanced down at her hands, lying peacefully in her lap. How he wanted to hold them, to tell her how much she meant to him. And she did. Looking down at his own hands, he realized for the first time his hands were uncertain to the extreme. He sighed, looking back at her hands, making his into fists. There was still time. He set his hand down on the bench, leaning on it with a sigh.

“It’s nice to just sit with nothing on the mind,” he murmured.

Before he could look back at her, her hand rested on his. His heart leaped into his throat and his cheeks flushed red. She looked down at it, her fingers stroking the outside. His pinky finger twitched once on its own accord.

“I agree,” she replied softly.

He couldn’t think of much else to say after that. Roy didn’t particularly have anything to say when he’d initially spoken, he was just happy to exist at the same time and in the same space as her. Riza’s company was something he’d come to cherish, and it was lovely to have a moment all to themselves.

So… he didn’t say anything. He simply enjoyed being with her. A few moments passed and Riza shifted. Roy’s breath caught and disappointment threatened to flare up when he thought she might be removing her hand, but she shifted closer to him. It left their hands in an uncomfortable position, so she snaked her fingers underneath his palm and gripped it tightly. Roy hung on for dear life as he fought to remember how to breathe.

“Did you have any other plans after the park?” she asked. Riza looked ahead, watching the ducks swim with a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know…” Roy coughed. “Would you want to do something after the park?” If that offer was on the table he’d absolutely take it.

“I’m free all day. I’d be happy to do something with you.”

“Okay then,” he bobbed his head. “Dinner?” They’d just had lunch so dinner was a while off, giving them plenty of time to spend together. Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach the prospect of getting a whole day with Riza.

“Sounds perfect,” she grinned.

“You can choose this time,” Roy offered. His heart was hammering inside his chest, his excitement almost becoming palpable. He hoped his hand didn’t start sweating.

Riza laughed. Her head tipped back and he was caught once more, staring at her. The sound of her laughter was like string melodies to his ears. “Hm, deflecting the pressure are you? Where to go…?” She pressed her pointer finger to her chin, thinking about her answer.

“There’s no pressure,” he chuckled. “I promise. I just want to see where you want to go, what you like to do.”

“There’s a lovely Xingese restaurant I like to go to. It does take out, but we can dine in.”

“Sounds wonderful,” he replied truthfully.

They remained on that bench, holding hands, as they watched the world go by around them. His mind was tempting him to people watch, just like he’d done the day he’d spoken to Riza properly, but Roy resisted the urge. That was for when he was bored and wanting to pass the time. In this moment, he wanted time to stretch on forever, and he was far from bored.

As they held hands, all his worries slowly melted away. All thoughts of his meeting with Olivier that morning faded away. The uncertainty and anxiety of what the next week would bring with Bradley and Kimblee disappeared. All that existed in his mind and in his heart was Riza.

And he was more than alright with that.

He instead played with the thought of them standing up, him turning Riza to face him as he cupped her face and tried for a third time to kiss her. His fingers would slip behind her head, while his other hand would support her face. His body ached to think of her hands pulling his jacket to bring their bodies closer. The cool breeze would rush over them, and he’d take what would be the first breath of his life after parting from her. Instead, Roy took a deep breath and looked away nervously.

Beside their bench, Hayate remained vigilant, staring the ducks down as they moved with ease through the water. Every so often Roy would catch movement out the corner of his eye, seeing the dog shift forward, like he wanted to go and sniff about the birds or play in the water, but he remained in place. Only one whine left his throat, but he was silent after that.

“Poor dog,” Roy chuckled as Hayate stood from his perch, instantly alert. A duck was waddling over to him. The dog whined quietly. “Perhaps we should let him run around for a bit?”

Riza agreed, standing from her seat. Her hand left his grip and Roy was instantly disappointed. It had felt so right in his grip. So soft and so warm. Like a petulant child, he wanted it back.

“Come on, Hayate,” Riza commanded softly. She began to walk slowly, but Hayate stared the duck down instead. After a quiet whistle, he eventually began to move, but his intense gaze remained on the duck for a moment longer.

“The dog park?” Roy asked. “Then he’ll have some friends his own size to play with.”

It was his turn and Roy reached out for her hand, smiling at her when she looked over at him. But neither parted. They just turned back down the sidewalk and continued to make their way to the dog park.

* * *

Roy took a deep breath. Something had indeed remained on his mind, and it needed to be said. They’d just entered his car and he was going to drive her home for the night after an exquisite dinner. “Riza?”

She turned her head to face him, her face expectant.

“I… I know I said no work today, and I meant it, but…” He bit his lip then sighed heavily. “Can I get this off my chest?”

“Yes, of course.” Her tone was sincere and she turned to face him completely in the chair.

“I’m worried about you,” he admitted.

“Why?” Her question wasn’t accusing, just curious.

“This thing with Kimblee… They have no reason to suspect you but… I’m still worried.”

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“I met him on my way out of Bradley’s office. I think he knows something, and I’m worried he knows about you.” Roy tightened his hands on the steering wheel. “I worry about you. I’m worried for your safety. They could link all this up to you with you being in accounting.”

Her gaze dropped to her lap. “That’s why I came to you and was so open with you in the first place. I trust you, Roy,” she lifted her gaze to meet his. “I trust you’ll do right by the people who will be affected by all of this. I wanted… No, I needed to know that if anything did happen to me, the information would fall into the right hands. But I’ll be fine,” she reassured him.

It wasn’t enough for Roy. A large part of him was screaming at him to protect her at all costs. It didn’t matter if she said she was going to be okay or not, he wanted to protect her. He wanted her to be safe. “What are your thoughts on me offering you protection? Just until this is all sorted out?”

“Roy,” she began to protest.

“Hear me out. You can stay with me… Or I can get you a hotel room.” He looked at her seriously.

Her expression was sympathetic. “That’s very kind of you to offer. And I really do appreciate it. But I’ll be okay.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded in agreement. “If you ever need anything …” He insisted. “Anything…”

“I’ll give you a call, don’t worry,” she smiled kindly. “And… If I just wanted to talk?” she asked hesitantly, a coy smile working its way onto her lips.

Roy blinked at her, realizing her insinuation. “Call me anytime. I mean it.” He smiled back at her, thinking of them talking on the phone, thinking that she’d want to talk to him at all.

She reached over for his hand, which Roy held out eagerly. Hayate pressed his nose through the gap in the seats and sniffed at their fingers, tickling the skin. Riza laughed and reached over to pet her dog, but still kept her hand in his.

“Thank you for today.” She watched him fumble with his keys as he tried to find the right one to put in the ignition. Her head tipped to the left, her temple resting upon the headrest. “I had a really lovely time. And I’d love to do it again.”

He flashed her a grin, then his phone went off in his pocket.

“Always when we have a nice moment,” he muttered to himself as he reached for his pants pocket. Riza just laughed beside him. “Hey, Rebecca,” he greeted, lifting his car key to slide it into the ignition.

“Roy?” Rebecca was almost hysterical on the other side of the phone.

He was instantly alert. His hand froze in mid-air. “Rebecca? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God, Roy, thank God.” Her breath hitched as she babbled nonsense.

Roy glanced over at Riza, his eyes wide with… fear. Her face was concerned, not having heard Rebecca, but she’d managed to pick up that whatever she was calling about was urgent from his tone.

“Rebecca, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“He’s been shot,” she choked out, and Roy’s world stood still.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai au #snowdog49 #a conspiracy theory #collab fic #emma writes

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sidereal-fantasies · 5 years ago

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Sincerely, Not You

[Choi San]

02: The Genius Writer’s Mind

WARNING(S): None

College AU in which Choi San and many others receive letters that threaten to break their already fragile hearts

“A new opinion can certainly turn the world upside down.”

Everything felt like a mistake with each passing second.

You had only taken this writing class to get one of your credit requirements out of the way, yet the thought of having to produce something not out of logic and real-world evidence has also caused a tremendous amount of stress to fall on your shoulders. You glanced back at your laptop that sat on the makeshift kitchen table, keyboard most likely still burning from the rapidfire typing you produced from earlier in the ungodly hours of the morning.

With the sound of keys dropping on the counter, you peered up to see Yoona, your roommate, walk in with multiple envelopes in one hand and what seemed like another cup of oddly sweet coffee in the other. Knowing Yoona for quite some time now, you were surprised that her signature drink didn’t change as much as her hair color (which was currently blonde due to not knowing which color she should tackle next). You couldn’t tease her about it, though, knowing that your extremely bitter choice of straight black coffee with the tiniest bit of sugar never settled well with most.

“[Name], I picked up your mail for you,” Yoona’s voice echoed as she entered the room. You murmured a quick thanks as you gently placed your now empty mug on the tiny side table before picking up said mail. Other than the usual letter from your parents, a small envelope with only your name written clearly on the front accompanied it as well. The corners of your mouth turned down slightly as you turned the envelope every which way in hopes to find some kind of hint as to who it was from. Weird, you thought. “No return address...”

“Oh? A secret admirer? Seems a little old-fashioned, but look at you,” Yoona teased which only caused you to roll your eyes in response. “Didn’t you say you were going to have a date with some guy from the music department?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to finish up some of your classwork at the campus cafe?” Yoona called out. The blonde nearly dropped her morning beverage at the sight of you jumping to your feet suddenly.

“Thanks for reminding me, Yoona! I should get going before I lose the chance to snag a seat!” You exclaimed as you began gathering all your essentials.

Your roommate remained by the small counter as she watched you scurry about the room, quickly tossing your things in a bag without a second thought before seeing you bolt out the door without another word spoken.

“Oh, [Name]...”

“You met [Name] last night?”

San hummed in response with a slight nod of his head. “Is there a problem?” he inquired as he stopped typing.

Yeosang shook his head before he rested a hand on the back of his neck. Of course he had no issue with it, seeing that he wasn’t exactly close with you after all. But, it didn’t ease the sudden bemusement that washed over his thoughts. He never exactly received a friendly impression of you, but perhaps he was too quick to judge a book by its cover. Then again, Yeosang had to remind himself that he was speaking with San who always viewed the world through a rather unique perspective.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all. [Name]’s always so curt with a lot of people, but here you are saying they’re much nicer than what everyone says.”

“You’re the same, hyung. When Wooyoung told me you’ve been his friend for several years, I couldn’t wrap my head around how someone as quiet as you are could be dragged into so many of Wooyoung’s schemes,” San responded.

Yeosang hummed softly. “Five years and still going,” the quiet man mumbled as he peered out the window.

Yeosang let San’s remark slide this time, acknowledging his point instead of shooting back one of his infamous retorts. He’s a writer after all, or soon-to-be one, at least. It was in his nature to dissect and characterize people in an oddly poetic manner that defined them in more ways than one. Anyone who caught San’s interest was automatically caught in his neverending story of life. To San, everyone was a character in life that was waiting to be unraveled by the genius writer himself.

“So, that’s it?”

San tore his gaze away from his computer screen as he arched an eyebrow at Yeosang. The elder sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. Before he could utter another word, three booming voices came through, interrupting the serene morning. By the small corridor entered a teary-eyed Wooyoung who was accompanied by a beaming Song Mingi and Jeong Yunho.

Song Mingi was a force to be reckoned with at times. As co-captain of the university’s dance team and San’s dual-natured roommate, Mingi was a blazing fire, burning the image of a passionate and intimidating man into most strangers' minds, but also warming the hearts of his friends with his oddly cute side of his personality. Infuriating at some points since he likes to disagree with the group for fun? Quite so. Yet, it still caught San off guard at times to see the man he hears everyone is hesitant to approach fond over the simplest cat video he just so happened to scroll past on his social media feed.

Jeong Yunho was very much different from the scarlet redhead despite being just as tall as him. He carried a calming aura around him, always attracting anyone and everyone and befriending with such ease due to his already gentle nature. An open-minded individual who wears his heart on his sleeve and charms everyone with his dazzling smile. A potentially hopeless romantic doomed to suffer if he isn’t careful with his glass heart in the eyes of the Genius Writer.

“San! You’re planning on hanging out with the rest of us this saturday, right?” Mingi’s voice boomed, earning a short chuckle out of the shorter male.

“Saturday’s the only day Hongjoong is ever not working,” San responded as he closed his laptop. The raven haired male casually slid the device back into his bag before he stood up and began making his way towards the door.

“Seems like San’s in a rush to leave already. Did he tell you what he was doing today, Yeosang?” Wooyoung inquired.

Yeosang shrugged his shoulders as he slumped back into the chair. “There’s a new café around the corner, so that’s one option. Or maybe he’s going to meet up with [Name].”

The trio all raised their eyebrows as they gawked at Yeosang for a moment, causing the light brunette to shift slightly in his seat as he turned his gaze away from the three. The feelings are mutual, he guessed. A miracle, perhaps, to all four of them as they contemplated over how the Genius Writer was able to befriend [Name], a fellow college student who always appeared to be much more devoted to education than socializing.

“Is there something wrong, Mingi?” Wooyoung questioned the redhead as he frowned slightly in the direction that San had walked off to.

“[Name] sounds very familiar for some reason…”

The café, as Yeosang had pointed out earlier, was not a far walk from San’s dorm. It was fairly new to the area, having only opened just a month ago, yet it was already gaining some popularity amongst the college student population. Another source of short-lived energy from drinks that most likely only contained a touch of coffee that barely broke through the uniquely flavored beverage that it was mixed in, if you will. Nevertheless, it was a café that many claimed as a spot for comfort and relaxation. The interior was brightly light by the few artificial lights that hung above café-goers as well as by the natural light that flooded through the windows that surrounded them completely, giving the area a fresh feeling of endlessness. There was comfort in the thought that the day’s weather was what encompassed the mood of the tiny café.

San slipped into the café to escape from the bustling crowd of students moving towards their first class of the day. Despite it being a little early in some ways, the café was moving just as much as San’s fellow peers outside. Popular in convenience, he supposed as he approached the counter.

The workers behind the counter did not take long and passed San’s order of a small latte. As San turned on his heel, he spotted you at one of the tables, eyebrows furrowed and a near permanent frown upon your lips, rapidly typing away with no hint of interest in your surroundings. He shook his head gently before deciding that it may be a good choice to distract you from your work for a few minutes.

“Funny seeing you here, friend” San spoke up as he slid into the seat across from you, earning a small smile in response. Judging your slightly tinted cheeks, San assumed you must have gotten here just a little earlier than him.

“I needed to replenish my caffeine levels,” you answered sharply. “As I have found out, I still can’t type up a decent essay to save my life.” San chuckled before tapping the top of your laptop. You peered up at San with a faint frown gracing your lips, as if pleading the genius writer to bless you with the ability to forge an essay that would satisfy not only yourself, but your professor as well. “You probably don’t take the time to look at your surroundings,” San noted.

You tilted your head to the side slightly before motioning San to explain his statement. Heat brushed the dark haired male’s cheeks as he rested a hand on the back of his now burning neck. A sudden tightness in San’s throat accompanied the odd sensation he was experiencing which caused him to clear his throat before he averted his gaze away from you.

“Sometimes, when you are struggling to write, it’s because you’re set on staying within a tiny box. If you stay in that box, you miss a few details about the world around you,” San explained. He stole a quick glance at your features before he waved a hand in front of himself. “Tell me, when you look around the cafe, what do you see?”

Slowly, you let your eyes travel towards the peaceful scene of the cafe before you. It had calmed down since you first stepped in to save yourself from the bitter cold. More tables were empty, you noted, as the handful of workers slowed down and began taking their time in perfecting the orders that were coming in now. You then observed the other students as they furiously scribbled or typed away to finish an assignment that they have also procrastinated on for too long. Others chattered away with each other, basking in the glory of having their lives together. Funny, you thought. Stress plagued most students minds here, leaving nothing but an ominous feeling at the back of the mind. An impending doom from the possibility of not finishing an assignment you had all the time in the world to work on if you only had the motivation to start early. Despite that, it was evident to both San and you that you had missed a major point that San was trying to make.

“Students and baristas are working. More tables are empty- San, what are you trying to get out of this?” You grumbled out of frustration.

San gently shook his head in slight disappointment after he stole another quick glance from you. “Like all other computer science majors, you view everything so objectively at times.”

You weren’t exactly amused with this answer until you caught a certain gleam in San’s eyes. The slight curl of the lips and the knowing gaze revealed an entire story to San. To San, the cafe’s atmosphere was placid, the natural light filtering in as if helping to chase away the anxious dark clouds that followed students too closely at times. The aroma of coffee, faintly bitter or sickenly sweet, traveled and filled every space in between, leaving only a pleasant sensation for all. Tired students remained scattered, eyes glued to the screens of laptops that most likely were burning just as much as an impatient mouth who needed to refuel on caffeine. Friends gossiped and giggled long after their mostly sugar and barely coffee drinks have gone cold. Busy, but not bustling. Scattered, but not nearly vacant. A perfect place to unleash creativity, as San would have commented.

“You need to make up a story sometimes just to achieve what you want in writing,” San stated.

“That’s easy for you to say, Genius Writer,” you countered with a huff.

San quirked an eyebrow at your response before he let out a breathy chuckle. “Maybe so, but you somehow recognized me last night.”

“And what’s that supposed to prove?” you inquired. A soft hum left San as he placed his cup of coffee near his lips, blowing gently on it before savoring a small sip. He placed the cup down and gave a simple shrug of the shoulders. It took you a moment as you caught on to the fact that the slight simper San wore never disappeared in the first place.

“I’m not interested, if that’s what you’re implying,” you stated flatly.

San blinked a few times, his confidence faltering slightly as if he was struggling to process the words that effortlessly slipped out of your mouth. It didn’t help his case either as he caught your gaze boring into your laptop screen again, completely ignoring San’s moment of embarrassment.

“I was gonna say you pick up on tiny details when something interests you, but thanks for friend-zoning me?”

No response was uttered from your already slouching form, too focused on this frustrating assignment that has yet to meet your expectations of satisfaction. It didn’t sit well with you, of course. With how San sees and conveys everything as if it was a new story unfolding in front of his eyes; it was unnerving, for it seemed as if everyone was transparent as glass. But it also intrigued you. For you, who is so used to seeing the world as an endless code that continuously needs tweaks to function properly, seeing such vivid details and hearing new perspectives never crossed your mind. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why you seeked out San. Maybe, just maybe, your world would gradually expand its horizon and welcome in new experiences that you’d never expected to live in.

The time flashed in the right corner of the screen, signaling you to close your laptop with a soft sigh of defeat. “Well, I have to get to my class now. Have a fun time doing whatever future writers do,” you suddenly announced as you stood up. You quickly gathered your belongings, shoving most into your bag without a second thought before grabbing your laptop and scurrying away with only a nod of the head. Unbeknownst to you, your unopened letter had fallen out of the side pocket of your bag along with your earbuds. Having noticed this, San immediately picked up the forgotten items, but was just a second too late as he already saw you at the door.

“[N-Name]!!”

With the chime of the bell, San slumped back into his chair as he wrapped your earbuds into a neat bundle before placing them in one of the pockets of his jacket. He then turned his attention towards the envelope before humming in amusement as the corners of lips curved upwards at the sight of the familiar penmanship that decorated the front of the envelope. Quietly shaking his head, he retrieved his own letter out of his bag before setting the two down on the table in front of him.

It seemed that you got a letter as well, [Name].

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hope-for-olicity · 5 years ago

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - March 13th, 2020

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. Please reblog and share these awesome writers’ works!

Take a Memo multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - It had been on the night of the office Christmas Party when Oliver learned a sensual secret about his seemingly-quiet Executive Assistant Felicity, that was the same night she became something much more. Shameless secretary smut AU with a large helping of Dom/Sub/Switch and a kink club for good measure. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11407818/chapters/25552560

Forget Me Not multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Felicity was presumed dead after The Gambit was shipwrecked and she went missing. As the one year anniversary of her death approaches, a miracle happens and she is found. Just when Oliver thinks the universe has given them a second chance, he learns Felicity barely remembers him and the memories of their love together are gone entirely. Oliver and Felicity’s journey after they reunite prove to be a tough road ahead, and then they learn that Felicity’s accident may have had a more sinister motive behind it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18392291/chapters/43556987

It's in the Air multi-chapter WIP by @emmilynestill - December 23, 2016. It’s Mayor Queen’s first holiday party and love is in the air. No, wait, that’s tension in the air. Bitterness. Regret. Painful longing for one’s former love. Awkward interactions with current significant others. A little humiliation mixed in. Yup, this was one great party. Then the gas came. Maybe love was in the air Afterall. Just my usual lock Oliver and Felicity in a room with a mind-altering substance with a dash of holiday magic thrown in. And, by magic, I mean Sex Pollen. And maybe a little Truth Serum to stir things up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21552481

Up in Flames multi-chapter WIP by @blondeeoneexox - When Squad lieutenant Oliver Queen is called to his best friend's burning bar, he doesn't expect to find someone inside that will change his life forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22766638/chapters/54402448

A King of Heroes multi-chapter WIP by @geneshaven - a fantasy version of Arrow with Oliver as a Prince! CH1: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/189976017469/a-king-of-heroes CH 2: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/611929082700218368/a-king-of-heroes

A Long Life Together multi-chapter WIP by @geneshaven - So, this is the start of that alternative ending I mentioned I was toying with. At first, I thought it would be a one-shot, a couple thousand words. But as I got into it, I realized that Oliver and Felicity’s journey together deserved more. So, I expanded this tale, to delve more deeply into their happily ever after. This story starts when Oliver gets out of Slabside. To me, it’s when the Arrow writers started to go off the rails and completely alter their characters. I hope I succeed in setting things right by bringing Olicity back into the light of day, a light that has always surrounded them when times were darkest. It’s what they deserve. Part 1: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/611298263837130752/a-long-life-together Part 2: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/611935904416792576/a-long-life-together?is_related_post=1

Helplessly Wrecked multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue - A very smart, passionate, woman. Worked to get her dual masters from MIT, it may have taken longer being a mother of triplets but at least she has her mother’s support. Oliver Queen still has a yacht incident and was marooned for shorter time frame on a real deserted island. He never flunked out of his Ivy League schooling and is a very sought-after bachelor. His relationships never last more than half a year and is known to throw himself into his work. His motto ‘work hard plays harder’. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19194103/chapters/45628978

We Ended as Lovers multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Three years ago, Felicity’s life was perfect. She was offered a job at two great companies. Her boyfriend just started his own fashion label, and they picked a perfect apartment to live in together. The more heartbroken she was when Oliver got cold feet and it all ended. Now, Felicity is coming back to Starling City, well aware that she is destined to run into her ex-boyfriend there. While old feelings revive quickly, the pain still goes deep. Besides, for some reason Oliver seems to be angry with her. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22034827/chapters/52587292

Falling for an Angel multi-chapter WIP by @missafairy - What happens if an angel falls from the sky? Oliver Queen is a respected club owner in his hometown - Starling City. His life abruptly changes when one night he finds a beautiful girl claiming to have fallen from heaven. With her wings tucked into a jacket he helps her navigate her now human life while trying not to fall in love. Nothing can go wrong even if she drinks all of his coffee and cries in the shower, right? http://archiveofourown.org/works/9368912/chapters/21209975

2315 N. Highbury Ave. multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue - Overnight Felicity becomes homeless and she keeps this from Oliver because their friendship is strained and he’s already stressed out enough. Its only a matter of time that some bottled-up feelings will come to the surface. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21447388/chapters/51108508

Requiem by @it-was-a-red-heeler - Olicity Clue - My entry for the Olicity Clue Challenge takes place at the end of 5.09. For this little addition, let’s pretend Oliver didn’t go to the Dragon Lady’s apartment at the end of the episode and Not Laurel Lance stayed on Earth 2. Okay? Okay. I’ll let you guess my Person/Place/Thing in the comments. Enjoy the angst! 😉❤️ https://archiveofourown.org/works/23112673

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joonsrack · 5 years ago

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+PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Jung Hoseok

+GENRE: Mafia au, light angst, little bit of fluff, Oneshot

+WORD COUNT: ~2.5k

+SUMMARY:

“The bag comes off his head abruptly, the harsh lights startling him. He's disoriented for a few seconds, and when he finally finds his bearings again, he opens his eyes to a room full of strangers.”

+RATING: pg13

+WARNINGS: SFW, cursing, mention of firearm, mention of kidnapping, temporary implied character death, this is not for recovering ex-smokers guys.

+A/N: Happy valentine’s day @yoongified 💖💖!! Nina, I’m so happy I got to be your secret admirer for Bouquet days project! I’m looking forward to getting to know you from now on, I have a feeling we’ll get along amazingly uwu 💖. I hope you enjoy this oneshot I wrote for you, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at Mafia aus, and you gave me the perfect opportunity to do just that!! Thank you to the amazing @kimlinebiased for betaing this on super short notice 🥰💖

From the start, something about this task rubbed him the wrong way.

Yoongi is far from dumb; in the current climate, he knows that being sent alone out of the Blood Hounds' territory is just asking for trouble. The tensions surrounding the unclaimed east of Seoul have been rapidly growing these last few weeks, the Young Guns being more and more bold with their intimidation techniques. So knowing all that, being sent alone on a task in the middle of the east territory is basically putting a target on his back and saying "kick me".

But Yoongi simply cannot bring himself to care; hasn't cared about anything in months. He goes through the motions, his body on autopilot, his steps dragging. He's never been the most enthusiastic person, but this is different.

He's numb. Living in a constant fog. Existing aimlessly.

He goes where he's sent, does what is asked of him, rinse and repeat. Everyday is the same, food has lost its taste and sleep has lost its calm.

Ever since he disappeared.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts. He can’t be thinking of radiant smiles, soft touches and mischievous laughter. The pain is still too fresh, stinging. He takes a deep breath before giving one last look to his surroundings and stepping out of the car.

The closer he gets to the abandoned building, the more he senses that something is wrong. By the time he realizes he’s not alone, there’s already a gun being cocked against the back of his head, the cold barrel pressing into his skull. Months ago, no one would have been able to sneak up on him. But the fog is ever present, blinding, deafening.

The bag comes off his head abruptly, the harsh lights startling him. He's disoriented for a few seconds, and when he finally finds his bearings again, he opens his eyes to a room full of strangers. None of the people present look familiar to him, meaning these people are not from the Young Guns.

By the look of it, he's in a basement. The air carries the unmistakable scent of humidity and staleness, the quality of it tickling Yoongi's nose and sticking in the back of his throat. He can feel someone standing behind him, probably the person that pulled the bag off his head.

They're five in his immediate vision, standing relaxed in different corners of the small room, all observing him silently. They look around his age, dressed for the everyday life of Seoul street world. They're not laughing, or taunting him, or doing any kind of effort to look intimidating. They're just looking at him, expression neutral and calculating.

He's got his hands tied to the armrest of a chair, same for his legs. Surprisingly enough, except for the bag over his head and some push and pull during the "kidnapping" portion, he's been treated well. Which is probably the most worrisome part about this.

Rival gangs don't treat each other nicely, they don't make sure that the ropes aren't too tight. Unless they have some really, really fucked up intentions.

He feels pressure on his shoulders, startling him a fraction. He's hoping the person behind him didn't notice, but the chances are thin, what with their hands resting there. His shoulders get a few squeezes, something akin to a massage that leaves him more tense than before despite the expert hands. He hears a chuckle, voice light, mischievous; familiar.

Yoongi can feel his heart skip a beat at what is most definitely an auditory illusion. His head is messing with him, the pressure finally making him crack. He swallows down a wave of emotions, things he hasn't felt in so long. Now is not the time. Now he needs to focus, to find a way out of there.

The man shifts, shoes crunching on the cement floor. He walks around Yoongi, until his bottom half comes into Yoongi's field of vision.

He's not scared, even though he probably should be. The chance that they'll try to extract info out of him are high, and he won’t give it up. None of the good treatment he got so far will matter once they realize he won't speak. Unless there’s a miracle, he’s doomed.

He looks up.

There's this moment of incomprehension, of utter confusion. A violent denial.

What he's seeing right now, It just doesn’t make sense.

"One day these streets will be ours."

The words echo in the complete silence of his mind.

Yoongi stares wordlessly at the man, all train of thoughts having come to an abrupt stop at the familiar features. But that's impossible. He looked all over Seoul for him, went through every scenario possible, searched every street, questioned everyone that could be questioned.

Hoseok looks down at him, his own expression unreadable.

He raises his hand to Yoongi's face, using his thumb to delicately swipe away a tear that escaped his eyes.

When did he start crying?

Then, there's a soft grin playing at his long lost friend's mouth.

He's alive.

“I looked all over Seoul for you,” is the first thing Yoongi says, breaking the heavy silence. His voice is small, but it’s startling, reverberating against the gray walls.

“I know you did.”

No one says anything again, Yoongi busy tracing all the details of Hoseok's face, committing them to his memory just in case this is a dream. He’s trying to make sense of this, of the vision in front of him.

“Leave us.” Hoseok says, and the people standing in the back disappear in the blink of an eye, the sound of their steps following after them.

Yoongi waits until he can hear the door closing behind the last person before speaking up again.

“Did you betray the Blood Hounds?” He asks, voice devoid of anything. He has a feeling that even if Hoseok did, Yoongi wouldn’t mind.

Hoseok looks bitter for a fraction of second, before schooling his expression back into one of serenity. “They’re the one that betrayed me. Us.”

Yoongi frowns, more confused than ever before.

“The boss sent you to die today, offered a few grand to whichever gang was willing to take you out. Just like he did with me.”

“...He what? That doesn’t make any sense… Why would he? We’ve been working under him for years.”

One of Hoseok’s eyebrows arch, finding amusement in Yoongi’s confusion.

“I guess he sensed I wasn’t planning on staying an underling forever. You and me, we were gaining the member’s respect and loyalty. He didn’t like that.”

Yoongi can understand the words but none of it makes sense.

“So he…”

“He tricked me into going alone on a task. Told me it was the utmost importance that I deal with this without anyone knowing, that he thought we had a mole amongst the Blood Hounds ranks. I believed him. I didn’t have any reason not to.”

Yoongi has been told the exact same words just yesterday, the boss looking him straight in the eyes as he was apparently sending him off to his death.

“But I made it out, dumb luck really. The idiot that checked my pulse didn’t know where to put his fingers, couldn’t feel my pulse so he declared me dead. I really thought I would die then, as they left me to bleed to death in an abandoned building. But The Kids found me.”

“The Kids?”

“It’s what they used to call themselves. The one that helped me bring you here today.”

The one that was standing in the back, Yoongi thinks. They’re the ones that saved Hoseok.

“What...what about today? How...” He asks hesitantly, slowly understanding the full picture.

“He tried to do the same thing, sent out an offer; a few grand to take you out. I thought with me gone you would be safe, until I was ready to come and get you at least. But then we got wind of the offer. We took the job, told him we had some personal matters to settle with you and he bought it. And here we are.”

Here they are.

Yoongi should probably feel something about all of this. About his boss’ betrayal. He’s been working for the man for most of his adult life and part of his teen one. But if he could put a price on Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s life after everything, for mere paranoia, then he’s not worth Yoongi losing sweat over him.

All he can think about right now, is the man standing in front of him. Safe and sound, breathing, living. Not a dream.

Yoongi forgets himself for a second, trying to reach for his friend, but the restraints keep him in place.

“Untie me.” He asks, voice desperate. Desperate to touch, to feel, to make sure this is real.

“Will you behave?” Hoseok asks, hint of mirth in his eyes.

He’s alive. He’s alive.

“I can’t promise anything.”

“Noted.”

Hoseok seems to think it’s funny, but Yoongi is being honest. After months of nothing, of numbness, there’s a strum of energy coursing through him. He wants to do so many things at once; there’s a violent need to lash out, to scream his lungs out, to let Hoseok know how his absence messed him up. There’s a violence that’s been simmering for the last few months, waiting to explode, hidden in the ugliest part of Yoongi’s mind.

But theres also the need to grab his face and kiss him stupid, to bury himself in Hoseok’s arms, to melt there and never separate. Losing him was like losing a part of himself, never to be found. But Hoseok is alive, and Yoongi can feel whole again.

They were never a thing, not officially.

They didn’t need to make it an official thing. Touches had been lingering since as long as Yoongi could remember. Their eyes always finding their way to each other, no matter how crowded the room or how dangerous the situation.

But this building climax had been interrupted by Hoseok’s disappearance, leaving Yoongi with enough questions, confusion and regrets to last a lifetime.

“Would a smoke help calm you down?”

Yoongi frowns down at his tied hands, then back up at Hoseok, making a silent point. Hoseok’s only answer is to smile down at him while reaching for his packet of cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it up, maneuvering his Zippo with expert precision.

It’s the one Yoongi gave him all these years ago, the small rose engraving making it a one-of-a-kind. It had been a joke then, Hoseok telling him he was as beautiful and dangerous as a rose with thorns, in a moment of borderline cringey sentimentality. The next week Yoongi had thrown him a small box containing the present, before walking away like he hadn’t spent a small fortune on it. “I’ll always have you in my pocket” Hoseok had said, following in his wake, making Yoongi break out in a secret smile.

Hoseok snaps the lid closed, pocketing the lighter. He plops himself down in Yoongi's lap, twisting his body so they can be face to face. Every last functioning grey cells in his brain short circuit at the proximity, leaving Yoongi with his own version of a surprised expression; bare of any trace of emotion.

Face intimately close, Hoseok takes a drag, not breaking eye contact. The tip of the cigarette creates a soft hue on his face, the light reflecting in his eyes. He keeps the smoke in, thumbing at Yoongi’s pout and pressing his lips there, barely a touch.

He blows the smoke into Yoongi’s mouth, and Yoongi gets the message, letting the smoke mixed with Hoseok’s breath fill his lungs.

He keeps it in for a moment, eyes fluttering closed and enjoying the slightest graze of Hoseok’s lips on his own. When he feels like he can’t hold it in anymore, he lets the smoke escape his mouth, Hoseok barely moving away. It thins and disappears around them, giving this moment a sort of otherworldliness. There’s a buzzing sensation starting in his legs.

Hoseok repeats the same process, this time however he doesn't stop himself at only a soft touch. He initiates a kiss, first nothing more than a peck, then starting a slow pace until Yoongi whimpers; from then on it's not a matter of exchanging breath anymore.

The kiss turns passionate, their breath accelerating. There’s a hand pulling at the short hair of his nape, another pressing delicately into his jaw. The cigarette is probably lying forgotten on the cement floor, somewhere. Yoongi is holding on to the arm rest, cursing Hoseok for not untying him.

They exchange the smoke back and forth without coming up for air, until it's a perfect mix of the two of them. They kiss until they can't anymore, dizziness hitting Yoongi and making him light headed.

He breaks the kiss, panting, and Hoseok lays his forehead on Yoongi's.

"I’ll untie you now, but you need to behave. I trust you, but the others don’t know you yet. Ok?" He asks, barely over a whisper. Yoongi nods his head, bordering on desperate.

Hoseok jumps into action, reaching for a pocket knife and making quick work of Yoongi’s wrist and ankles. He only has a fraction of second to take a step back before Yoongi has him in a full body embrace.

They don't topple over, but it's a close call.

He's holding on for dear life to Hoseok's torso, face tucked into his neck, breathing in his new yet familiar scent. He’s biting back on the sobs that want to escape him, everything finally hitting him. This is all real. Hoseok is alive, he’s here. He’s in his arms. They’re together.

Hoseok shushes him, arms anchoring Yoongi to him.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I promised you these streets would be ours, I’m not backing down on that promise.” He mutters into Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi finds himself thrown back into his memories.

Two forgotten boys sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building, night view of the city spreading at their feet, hands anchored together. The plans they had, the dream they shared, the words Hoseok muttered then. The warmth they set off, that coursed through his not yet grown body, warding off the unforgiving fall wind.

“These streets will be ours one day.” Hoseok had whispered into the night.

“What do you mean?”

He had turned to face Yoongi then, eyes full of resolve. “I’ll give them to you.”

Looking into Hoseok’s eyes, Yoongi knows he still means everything he said back then. He knows Hoseok will stop at nothing to hold onto that promise. And Yoongi will do anything to hold onto Hoseok. That’s just the way they are.

#magicshopnet #ficswithluv #bangtanarmynet #armysource #btswriterscollective #bangtanscenery #bangtanhq #msnbqd2020

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bentacles-hargreeves · 5 years ago

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Remus’ List of AU Fanfic Favorites - @tuafeedbackfest

Thank you to all the writers in this amazing fandom who worked hard on making and sharing their stories with us, without you the fandom wouldn’t be the same!

Sealskin, by intheflowers (Mature) “Dave is a lighthouse keeper on an isolated island. It’s a lonely life until a mysterious man washes ashore.” Selkie AU, In-Progress, 17/19 Chapters & 59,209 Words.

Choirs Threaten in Voices I Only Feel, by VeteranKlaus (Teen and Up) “The last time Klaus saw his siblings was at Allison and Patrick's wedding. A lot had changed since then; including the not-so-accidental, irreversible loss of his sight. There's no time to tell them that, though. Not with the return of their long-presumed-dead brother and the impending apocalypse. Plus, it doesn't matter. He's got Ben as a good seeing-eye ghost.” Blind Klaus, Complete, 10 Chapters & 61,104 Words.

Friends, I Too Feel the Temptation to Jump Aboard Passing Freight Trains and Journey to a New Life, but We Haven't Thought It Through, by ObliqueOptimism (Not Rated) “After getting sober, Klaus found a new way to cope with the ghosts.“ Agoraphobic Klaus, Complete, 3 Chapters & 14,489 Words.

The Miracle Seven, by UnrememberedSkies (Mature) “He mostly saw them through the CCTV cameras installed in their cells. He had never spoken to them. He wasn’t sure anyone had really spoken to them properly, as people instead of test subjects. But watching them, every night, all night, he felt like he knew them, just a little. In another universe, it is not Reginald who gets his hands on the kids, but a secret research facility. The would-be Hargreeves grow up in total isolation, their only human contact the scientists that test and push their abilities to the limit. A security guard watches them through the CCTV cameras in their cells, and sees the humanity in these powerful, damaged creatures.” Outsider POV, Oneshot, 2,850 Words.

lay me down in the river (wash this place away), by siriuspiggyback (Teen and Up) ““So,” said Dave, folding his arms. “Your name?” The man opposite licked his lips, eyes cutting between his hands and Dave’s face. Eventually, just as he was beginning to think that the ‘trooper wouldn’t crack, he said, “Designation KL-0040.”” Star Wars AU, In-Progress, 10/? Chapters & 15,385 Words.

can i dream for a few months more?, by intheflowers (Teen and Up) “A woman dreams of the child she gave away. It's fine as long as she can deny what she sees. (When she finally wakes up to the reality of the situation it will be too late.) On the other side of the world, a boy dreams of a woman he does not know. While he's too young to understand who she really is, one day he'll figure it out. (And by then he will have other things to worry about. By then, all he'll really want is a safe place to sleep.) Or: I go wild with the idea of Klaus having the power to dreamwalk and meeting his birth mother that way.” Complete, 3 Chapters & 33,518 Words.

Comes And Goes (In Waves) by hujwernoo (Mature) “The apocalypse happens, Five arrives in the rubble, and his entire family is dead. However, one of them has power over ghosts. And even if being dead seriously sucks sometimes, Klaus is going to be there for his brother.“ Complete, 10 Works & 257,180 Words.

Your Bones are Held Together (By Your Nightmares), by VeteranKlaus (Mature) “Brushing aside the fact that Klaus just saved the entire world, the siblings all decide to start making an effort to heal old wounds and ensure that the Apocalypse does not come back to for round two. Klaus is a little distracted with his recent resurrection and how it seems to differ from every other one, and the answer as to why makes itself clear soon enough.” Zombie Klaus, Darkfic, In-Progress (with a prequel), 8/11 Chapters & 31,546 Words. (tw: cannibalism)

Does it Matter (It's Klaus) series, by Papapaldi (Teen and Up) “Dave doesn’t die in the war and Klaus has no reason to leave the past. Fifty-one years on and he finds himself back at the time he left the world he knew, now eighty years old. He decides to pay his siblings a visit.“ Dark Klaus, Complete, 2 Works & 42,726 Words.

And When I Look In My Window, So Many Different People To Be, by ObliqueOptimism (Not Rated) “If you were to go looking for Klaus, you wouldn't look to the alleys where drugs are bought, or to a rave where you could lose yourself in dance, no. No, you would look to his garden full of protective herbs, to his bedroom at three in the morning where he tends to make magic amulets. Klaus grew into his power, both as a witch, and as the Séance.“ Witch Boy Klaus, In-Progress, 3/4 Chapters & 19,046 Words.

Barmecide, by Nemainofthewater (Teen and Up) “/ˈbɑːmɪsʌɪd/: Illusory or imaginary and therefore disappointing. Originating from the early 18th century: from Arabic Barmakī, the name of a prince in the Arabian Nights' Entertainments, who gave a beggar a feast consisting of ornate but empty dishes. January 1st 2007. A tragedy that wipes out an entire family. All except Klaus.” In-Progress, 11/? Chapters & 15,202 Words.

Apple of my Eye, by TheArchaeologist (Mature) “"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, sixteen? Like, young and terribly misguided?" The AU in which Five is Klaus' son.” In-Progress, 4 Words & 129,116 Words.

Underwater, by allandnothing (Teen and Up) “He didn’t stop talking, murmuring soft words of reassurance every once in a while. They were mostly nonsensical and unnecessary, but listen. He was currently freeing a living, breathing merman from a fishing net he had somehow gotten tangled up in, and there was a serious possibility that he might die. If he didn’t tell himself that everything was going to be all right he was going to lose his goddamn mind. Or, Dave's average day at the lighthouse gets sidetracked when he stumbles across a merman tangled up in a fishing net, panting, bleeding, and ridiculously pissed off by the whole situation.” Merman AU, Complete, 10 Chapters & 53,374 Words.

Like Real People Do series, by ObliqueOptimism (Not Rated) “Vanya got a call from the hospital, Klaus had harmed himself while in rehab. She decided then and there to be there for him. Together they heal, grow, become the family they'd never been, and change the future in immeasurable ways.“ Deaf Klaus, In-Progress, 5 Works & 33,651 Words.

Legwarmers, by anielle (Teen and Up) “They all like to tease him about Dave. Dave is also up there, on Klaus’ favorites list. He’s from out of town, also a traveling performer. He’s supposed to be a dreamboat. The character is. It’s good casting. If you’re into hot, strong, talented dancer types with shoulders as broad as the humor in a nineties laugh track sitcom and a smile like lighting a match. Well, alright, the thing about the shoulders is not something Tchaikovsky wrote, but it’s implied in the text. In the score. The point is that it’s purely professional that Klaus has noticed the shoulders. Dave’s shoulders. Klaus has noticed.” Ballet AU, Complete, 7 Chapters & 8,752 Words.

#tuafeedbackfest #tua #fic rec #the umbrella academy #i had....... so many more fics that didnt make the cut #im sorry #it was already huge

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years ago

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Crash Course

Guardian Angels are everywhere. They look out for their charges and keep a distance. But why? What happens when they get too close? The answer is love. And between an angel and a human, it is the most forbidden connection.

Genre: Angel!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: Chanyeol wasn’t the most graceful angel. He could be loud, clumsy, and a little overbearing. But he usually could keep himself secret from humans. That is, until things go very wrong when you discover him in your apartment in the middle of the night....

A/N: Part 5 of the @wolveswithblackpearls angel series! (moodboard made by the adorble admin S!)

Kyungsoo I Sehun I Baekhyun I Jongin I Chanyeol I Junmyeon

This is what happened to Chanyeol since he wasn’t paying attention. Granted, he wasn’t the best when it came to the finer details of things like Junmyeon or Kyungsoo, but he thought he was doing a decent job in sneaking around your house quietly. Even if he did accidentally make a small noise, you wouldn’t be able to see him, right?

All he was trying to do was scare away the real burglar. And he’d done a good job, making the potential thief think the owner of the apartment had come out and opened the sliding glass door. He’d gotten a kick out of watching the criminal scurry down the fire escape, slipping several times on the old metal steps. But Chanyeol’s concentration was completely broken when he accidentally tripped over his own feet after laughing a little too hard and sent one of your plants crashing down to the floor, breaking the terra cotta pot and spilling the soil all over your cream colored rug. He stared at the disaster he’d created.

“Oh, no.”

He scrambled to put it all back together when he heard the creak of the box spring and careful footsteps coming from your bedroom. Debating back and forth, Chanyeol weighed his options. He could just disappear, but leaving the mess he created might cause you unnecessary panic. So did that mean he should stay? Should he let himself get caught? That was completely against the rules. He’d be in so much trouble….

Chanyeol still hadn’t made a firm decision when he heard the squeaking of the floorboards from the hallway. Every muscle was frozen, unmoving as he tried to command them to shift from their current position. He needed to leave. Fast.

You rounded the corner, a steel baseball bat held high in the air. Chanyeol wanted to laugh at the sight of you, but he had to keep his full concentration on not being seen. With the current state he was in, he could easily slip and accidentally reveal himself. However, he wasn’t the only one not paying full attention.

Barefoot and still in your pajamas, you made your way around the living room. You barely glanced at the broken pot before searching the rest of the room. Chanyeol watched closely, worrying about the shards of the pot scattered around.

“Shoot!” you hissed. Falling to the floor and landing on your backside, you whimpered as you inspected the cut.

Chanyeol jumped forward, forgetting all about staying invisible, and reached out to take care of his charge. “Are you okay!”

Yeah… that just made things worse.

“Holy crap!”

You scrambled and swung the bat at his legs. Chanyeol jumped in time to miss being hit with the steel bar. He stayed floating there in case you decided to try again the other way. Your eyes grew big at his anti-gravity abilities.

Several times you opened and closed your mouth in a humorous fashion. Chanyeol wanted to giggle at your expression, but he was able to hold it back. Right now probably wouldn’t be the best time to start laughing at you.

“W-what… are you?” you asked between heavy breaths. The bat had fallen from your hands and you were leaning back, almost… afraid of him? Why would- oh, right. To you, he was a stranger. A stranger who could fly.

Right, Chanyeol, think.

“How did you get in here?” you demanded, feigning a bit of bravery.

Chanyeol pointed to his right. “The sliding glass door.”

You pulled your eyebrows together, flickering your eyes between the space where his feet weren’t touching the ground and the balcony door. “What are you, some overgrown Peter Pan?”

“Huh?” Chanyeol shook his head. “No! I was keeping a thief from breaking in here. He had a knife and I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“So, Superman, then?” you mocked.

Landing back on the floor so he was now sitting cross-legged in front of you, Chanyeol sighed. “No, that’s not it either.” He scratched his scalp as he weighed his options. He could lie. Maybe say that he was just a ghost or this was all a dream, but that didn’t sit right with him. “I’m not really supposed to be telling you any of this….”

You scoffed. “You broke my pot. You owe me.”

Chanyeol pouted at that. He didn’t think that the revelation of the existence of his species really amounted to a fallen plant, but he couldn’t really argue that without giving himself up anyway.

“So...” you egged on. “Are you going to come out with it or do I have to get the bat again and chase you out of my home?”

“It’s not nice to threaten an angel with a bat,” Chanyeol snapped. Then he cringed. Oops.

But rather than looking at him with awe or amazement, you laughed. “An angel? Yeah, sure. Okay. I think I’d believe the Superman story a little easier.”

Chanyeol’s jaw dropped. “An alien with superpowers is easier to believe?”

“Than an angel? Yes.”

Well, now you were just revving up his competitive spirit. He reached for your foot, determined. “Here, I’ll show you.”

You dodged his grip. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to heal your cut,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Are you serious?” you asked as you eyed him suspiciously.

“Yes,” he nodded. He held out his hand, palm up. “Now, give me your foot.”

For a moment, it seemed like you wouldn’t give the appendage up. Chanyeol waited and fought with his patience. He needed you to trust him. Why? Well, he didn’t really have an answer, just that he couldn’t leave without knowing that you believed him and didn’t think he was a mad man or some made up superhero.

Eventually, you slowly began to lift your foot, placing your ankle in his hand. “Just don’t plant any alien eggs in there, okay?”

He laughed at your absurd reference. As he kept his eyes trained on the gash, he lifted his other hand. A warm, golden glow surrounded his fingers before spreading over to your foot. Your eyes widened, finally giving him that sense of awe he’d been waiting for. When he was done, you took back your foot, inspecting the now pristine area, save for the slight coating of soil.

You let out a short laugh, then smiled up at him. “You know, that just supports the superpower theory, right?”

Chanyeol groaned. “Are you kidding me? I just made a cut heal in a few seconds!”

“Yes,” you agreed. “But that could be an explanation for a lot of things. It doesn’t necessarily scream ‘angel’.”

“You nearly died after being stuck in an elevator last year.”

“W-what?”

Chanyeol scooted closer to you. What he really wanted to do was to grab your hand, but that didn’t seem like the best idea. It was a traumatic experience for you and it was cruel enough just to bring it up again. “Last year, you were in an elevator at work when it suddenly stop. At first, you thought the power was out, but then it shook. Then it tilted. You were alone and scared. It took nearly an hour for the firefighters to break the doors open. As soon as you were free and back on the floor, it crashed down to the basement.”

You swallowed thickly, glassy tears pooling on your bottom lids. “How did you know that?”

“I’m your guardian angel,” he said. “I was there.”

Rather than giving him thanks, you scoffed. “Then why didn’t you get me out of there sooner?”

“Who do you think was holding up the cables?”

You stared at the giant strange man sitting across from you. The options as what to believe or even think at the moment had you at a complete loss.

“If you were there,” you said slowly, “why didn’t you just get me out? Use your angelic gifts to poof me out of that death trap?” To this day, you couldn’t take the elevator without having flashbacks. The very idea of stepping into one sent you into a panic attack.

A guilty look came across the angel’s face. “We’re not supposed to interfere to that degree. Not in a noticeable way, at least. I would never have let anything happen to you, though! I made sure you got out!”

Your head was spinning. The man – angel – who’d woken you up from your sleep was insisting that he was also the reason you’d survived the accident last year. And you believed him. The inspectors afterwards had said that the cable had snapped fairly quickly and you shouldn’t have been rescued in time. A real life miracle, they called it.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The angel’s eyes grew bigger than they already were, shocked at those two small words. “What did you say?”

“I said ‘thank you’.” Sure, you’d said it quietly, but you figured he’d be able to hear you with ears like that. “You know, for saving my life. I guess, twice now if there really was a burglar.”

“Huh,” was his only response.

You frowned. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, quickly waving his hands in front of him to chase away any doubt of honesty. “I’ve… never been thanked before, that’s all.”

“Never?”

“Nope.” He shook his head and then shrugged his shoulders, “It’s just… part of the job.”

“A rather underappreciated one, don’t you think?” you teased with a small smile. This angel, with his goofy grin and soft features, was… well, he was kind of cute. And the way his expressions jumped from one emotion to the other with such ease was drawing you in.

You groaned internally. Only you would start this situation out ready to start swinging a bat and then end up with a crush on your guardian angel. Clearing your throat, you asked, “So, um, do you have a name? Or am I supposed to just call you ‘angel’ from now on?”

That small, sideways smile bloomed into a full blown grin that outshined a full moon. “It’s Chanyeol.”

“Chanyeol,” you repeated, liking how the syllables flowed together, like leaves on a creek. Oh, great. Your thoughts were starting to get poetic with his name. You should get out of there. “Well,” you stood up to your feet, faking your tiredness with stifled yawns and overdramatic stretches, “I think I should head back to bed. Work in the morning and all.”

Chanyeol’s smile dimmed noticeably. “Oh, okay.”

“But I’ll see you around?” you asked hopefully.

He nodded, the light coming back. “Yes. Absolutely.”

“Good,” you smiled back. “See you around, tiger.” Before you could change your mind, you marched on back to your bedroom and shut the door.

Where, exactly, you’d be seeing Chanyeol was the real mystery.

When you woke up the next morning, the plant was cleaned up. Its new place in the trash bin was the only evidence that last night wasn’t a strange dream you had from that different tea flavor you tried before bed. Shrugging it all off as unimportant, you made yourself a quick breakfast and got ready for work.

It was an odd feeling, going through your normal routine while knowing of the possibility that there was an angel watching over you. And what if he wasn’t the only angel around? Were there dozens on this floor of the company building, just hanging around and making sure nothing happens to the humans they’re charged with? What embarrassing things had those strangers seen you do?

“Hello!”

“Holy crap!”

The sudden voice right next to your ear made you jump, spilling the steaming coffee from your mug onto your arm and stinging the skin. You glared up at Chanyeol while trying to lightly pat the throbbing area.

“I’m sorry!” Chanyeol quickly took hold of your arm, placing his warm palm over the skin. That strange glow was back and the pain subsided in seconds. Little drops of coffee still fell from your arm, but at least you wouldn’t have to go find some ointment for it later.

“I’d say you come in handy, but really it’s only when you’ve caused the injury in the first place,” you grumbled as you refilled your mug.

Chanyeol dropped his head in shame. “I’m sorry.”

Why did he have to look so vulnerable like that?

Placing a knuckle under his chin, you lifted his head just enough so you could look him in the eye. “Hey. I was just teasing. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Accidents happen.”

A ghost of his usual smile was beginning to appear, making you sigh. Then he frowned again. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, plastering on a smile. “No. Not at all. Why?”

“You seem… down,” he explained.

“I’m at work when I’d rather be doing something else,” you told him. It was partially true, but it was also partially a lie. It wasn’t the reason for your heavy heart at the current moment. Wanting to change the subject, you glanced around, remembering where you were in the first place. “How did you even get in here? It’s the tenth floor of a high security building.”

A boastful gleam sparkled in his eyes. “The angel way, of course. Don’t worry, you’re the only one who can see me right now.”

Your jaw dropped. “You can do that?”

“Yes,” he nodded proudly. “It takes a lot of concentration, but I can make sure that only you see me.”

“So, I look like I’m talking to myself? Fantastic.” Because everyone here didn’t think you were weird enough as it was.

“Do you want me to be seen so you don’t look crazy?” he offered.

“No!” You grabbed hold of his arm as if that would be the one thing that kept him invisible. “The last thing that needs to happen is you being dragged out of here by security.”

“Alright then.” That boy even had the audacity to wink at you. His demeanor changed then. Tilting his head as if he was trying to listen in on a faint conversation, his eyebrows pulled together and he frowned. “I have to go. I think I need to check on another charge.”

“Another charge?” So, you weren’t the only one he was looking out for? Well, there went your specialness.

He nodded. “I’ll… be back. Okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” You didn’t quite believe him. What need would he have to come back?

Chanyeol gave you a small wave before disappearing with a pop!

For the millionth time, you reminded yourself that he was an angel, a higher being that was simply meant to look out for you and make sure you didn’t die before your time. In no way was it appropriate to start crushing on him or be sad when he had to leave.

But damn if he didn’t make it hard.

And he just made it harder with his frequent visits at work. And your apartment. And random times when you were out and about.

You were sure that he just wanted someone to talk to. He wasn’t actually popping by because of you necessarily, but you were the one human being who knew of his existence, so it made sense for him to take relish in having someone to talk to. That didn’t stop you from looking forward to his appearances, though. Which was why today you were in such a sour mood.

You hadn’t seen Chanyeol since yesterday morning after weeks of having him randomly show up multiple times a day. His presence and frequent drop ins while you were at the copy machine or reaching on your balcony or even one time right when you were getting out of the shower. Yes, you were wrapped securely in a towel, but you’d never seen someone’s face get so red before.

Did you do something to scare him off? Was it something you said? Did he get in trouble by a higher up for talking to you too much? All these questions and more kept bouncing around in your head, making you completely unaware of your surroundings.

“Hello? Earth to (y/n)?” A hand blurred in front of your face, making you jump.

Yoon, a fellow coworker, was smirking at you. “Daydreaming?” she teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Got to have dreams to do that. What’s up?”

Yoon motioned with her head to the big office behind her. “Mr. Kang wants to see you. Urgently, he said.”

You groaned. Mr. Kang preferred to use you as his errand runner for some odd reason. He seemed to like you, but when he was constantly making you run files and papers all over the building, you had to wonder sometimes.

Pushing your chair away from your desk, you stood up and headed over to the big, open office of Mr. Kang. You knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open and peeking your head in.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Kang?”

Your boss looked up from his computer. “Yes! Come in!”

You obeyed, coming to a stop in front of his desk. Mr. Kang handed over a very official looking portfolio and you took it cautiously.

“I need you to go up to the sixteenth floor and have Miss Havard sign that so we can close this deal. It needs to be her only who signs it and I need you to bring me back the original, if you would.”

You nodded once. “Of course, Mr. Kang.”

Before you could exit the office, he called out to you one more time, making you suppress a sigh.

“Yes, sir?”

“I need that done as quickly as possible. The client is waiting to hear back from us and I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer than they have to.” He face melted to a soft, sympathetic look. “There’s construction going on in the stairwell and so… the elevator would be faster. You’re the one I trust to accomplish this, so please, try, at least.”

Oh. Fantastic. Breathing in deeply, you nodded again and headed out.

It was a huge probability that it would be faster for you to run up the six flights of stairs and dodge the construction workers than you just standing there in front of the elevators, frozen. You hadn’t even pressed the button yet.

“Come on,” Yoon urged, pressing the “up” button for you. “I have to go up to the fourteenth floor,” she explained when you gave her a confused look. “I’ll travel up with you and show you that it’s completely fine. Then you just have two floors to make it on your own.”

“Okay,” you whispered. You could already feel your breath becoming shallow and that haunting, familiar tightness in your chest was creeping up. Oh, please don’t let me throw up.

The ding of the elevator scared you but you didn’t fight when Yoon guided you into the tiny death box. As soon as the doors closed, you pressed yourself up against the wall and kept your eyes on the glowing numbers, watching as the floors slowly move up. By a miracle, it didn’t stop on any other floor, prolonging your ride of terror, before hitting the fourteenth level.

“You got this,” Yoon encouraged as she held the door open. Of course she could say that. She was safely off the elevator and in the hallway. To try and make you laugh, she held up her fist and shook it once. It only slightly worked as the door slowly shut closed.

Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing, hand squeezing the metal bar that ran around the inside of the elevator like a belt.

Two floors, you told yourself. Only two floors.

Then the elevator stopped.

You opened your eyes, thinking you’d arrived at your floor, but the red lights still read “15”.

Then the lights flickered.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” You pressed the “open doors” button over and over again, trying anything to make the elevator move or let you out.

Nothing helped, nothing worked.

You began pounding your firsts on the metal barrier, crying out for anyone to hear you. “Help! Someone, help! I’m stuck in here! Help! Chanyeol!”

On the other side, you could hear the faintest of voices gathering somewhere above you. Great. You weren’t even fully on a floor.

“Who’s in there!” someone yelled. You were barely able to say your name as the sobs broke out. “Don’t worry! We’ll get you out of there!”

The elevator shook and you scrambled back into a corner. Not again. How could this happen again?

Grunts and muffled orders carried on in the space above you. The trembling you felt all over refused to stop and silently in your head, you began to say your goodbyes.

But you saw light again. A hole just big enough for you to crawl through emerged as several men pried the doors apart. You scrambled up to the space and climbed out with help from your rescuers.

“Don’t worry,” one of them said as they tried to comfort you by rubbing your arms with their palms, “you’re free. Paramedics are on their way to check you out.”

Even though he was trying, you weren’t soothed at all. Looking around, you searched for the one face you really wanted to see, but he was nowhere to be found. Some guardian angel he was.

Crap.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

Chanyeol appeared in your living room, spinning in circles to try and find you. He knew you were here. When he’d gone to see you at work after chasing around a few other charges who were trying to be the next Evel Knievel, he’d heard about what happened only a few hours earlier. He should have known something was wrong. That gut instinct had kicked him, but he thought that you were fine and maybe just accidentally cut or burned yourself again. It was a habit he’d witnessed more than a few times over the last few weeks. But he was dead wrong.

The odds of being stuck in an elevator twice – in the same building no less – were astronomical and yet it happened to you. And he wasn’t there to protect you.

“(y/n)?”

No reply.

Slowly he made his way down the hallway to your bedroom. He called out for you again, but still he was met with only silence. However, when he opened the door to see if you were in bed, he was met with a pillow to the head.

“Get out!” you ordered.

“(y/n), I’m so so-” Smack! Another pillow met its target – his face. Chanyeol rubbed his nose as that one particularly hurt. Who knew you had such a strong arm?

“I said get out!” you sniffed. Now that he had a proper look at you, Chanyeol could see that your eyes were puffy and the tip of your nose was raw from crying. You were in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. The covers were scrambled about on top of the mattress as if you couldn’t find a comfortable way to lay. Yes, you told him to get out, but Chanyeol elected to do the opposite.

Taking off his shoes and jacket, Chanyeol slid into the empty spot next to you and pulled you into his embrace. You didn’t fight him, but you remained stiff against him. Chanyeol rested his cheek against your forehead, rocking you back and forth.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he whispered. “I should have been. And I want to take it back. But I’ll stay here with you. I promise.”

Slowly, he felt you relax against him. Soon, you were bringing your own arms up and wrapping around his waist to pull in closer.

“I was so scared,” you hiccupped. “Why me?”

Chanyeol felt so defeated as he admitted, “I don’t know. But you won’t take another elevator in your life, even if I have to fly you everywhere.”

You actually chuckled against his chest. “I like the sound of that.” Leaning back, you wiped away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “And I’m sorry. I know that it’s not your fault. You have other people to look after too. I can’t blame you when something goes wrong.”

“Yes, you can,” Chanyeol declared as he cupped your cheeks. He couldn’t stand the crushed look your eyes were giving him. While he’d always had a slight fondness for you… lately, you’d become the most precious thing to him and he’d almost lost it. “I should have been there. But don’t worry. From now on, I will be.”

You tried to shake your head, but Chanyeol’s hands kept you mostly in place. “You don’t have to promise me that. You said it yourself that you have others to look after.”

“But they’re not you.”

Your breath audibly hitched in your throat. But unlike the movies he’d seen where confessions like this led the other party to be frozen in place, you acted.

You had absolutely no idea what came over you. There was just something in Chanyeol’s words that kick started your bravery and the next thing you knew you were leaning in and connecting your lips to his. It was supposed to be a quick, chaste kiss, something prompted by your highly emotional state and his pretty words encouraging you. But you didn’t even get a chance to try and break it up before he was pulling you back in for more.

An angel shouldn’t be able to kiss like this. He definitely shouldn’t be pushing you down onto your back, pressing you deeper into the mattress. But every touch was gentle, treating you glass and letting you take any chance you wanted to end it. Of course, you didn’t. This was a situation you’d allowed yourself on more than one occasion to think about. Not a single one of those daydreams amounted to this, however.

When Chanyeol slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows and effectively ending that heated first kiss, your breaths came out shallow and your head felt dizzy. He stared down at you with those big round eyes so full of adoration that you shrank back.

“What is it?” he said, his breaths just as quick.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just… I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at like that before.”

“Well,” he smirked, “you’d better get used to it. Because I won’t look at you any other way.”

Soaring on your own cloud nine, you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him back down. If he was going to look at you like that then you were going to give him a kiss worthy of it.

“Chanyeol, slow down!”

But the big idiot did not slow down as he soared through the air, spinning around and laughing at your fear as you buried your head in his chest. The solid mass you were clinging to for dear life vibrated as he kept releasing teasing chuckles. He tended to forget that falling from this height would actually kill one of you.

“You can look now, (y/n).”

You whimpered, afraid that it might be a trick.

With only one eye, you peeked out over your shoulder. You were surprised to find a brick wall obstructing your view. Venturing out a little further, you realized that you were in a safe spot between two buildings near downtown. Releasing a sigh of relief, you put yourself sound on solid ground once again.

“Let’s not do that again,” you huffed, looking up at Chanyeol with a glare.

He ruffled the top of your head, making you swat his hand away. “Are you saying you didn’t have fun?”

“Yes,” you snipped. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’ve almost died twice by elevator, remember?”

“But you’re with me,” he reminded you. “Nothing will happen while I’m-”

A smoking black arrow fired out of nowhere, barely missing you as Chanyeol spun you into his embrace and faced his back towards the danger. The arrow stuck itself into the crackling mortar between the bricks of the building. Little wisps were still floating of the charcoal neck and the feathers were blacker than a raven’s.

Chanyeol kept you close as he searched around the area for the marksman. But the area was clear.

“What was that?” you asked worriedly.

“Demon,” Chanyeol hissed. He marched over to the arrow, pulling it out of the wall and inspecting its details.

“Those are real, too?”

He nodded. “This isn’t good. I’ll have to tell Junmyeon.”

“Who’s Junmyeon?” You were fairly certain you hadn’t heard him mention any others by name.

“Though not officially, he’s sort of our leader in this district.” Chanyeol grabbed your hand and held it tightly. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

“How bad it is, Chanyeol?” He knew what you meant. You could tell by the way his shoulders dropped and the heavy exhale he pushed out through his lips.

“I don’t know, (y/n). I don’t know.”

#exo #exo angel au #exo angel!au #exo guardian angel au #exo guardian angel!au #chanyeol x reader #park chanyeol #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo series #Crash Course

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eirian-houpe · 4 years ago

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Working Wednesday

Here is the state of my current WIPs. Let’s see if I can get it in under the wire, shall we. It has been 2 weeks since I last did one of these so... here we go!

This last fortnight I have posted the second through the fifth storie in a series called Lover’s Leap which are being written for the AU-gust prompt series. If I get them all done in August it will be a miracle. Their titles are:

The Dark One and the Beast A Lifetime of HIstory “We Never Stopped Being Enemies.” Fallen Rest Easy, Love.

I have also written but not edited the next two in the series. Their titles are:

Just Breathe Methedhênlû

And I have two that I am working on at the same time called:

The Hatter Bats In The Belfrey

Once all this madness is done, I’ll be spending two weeks focusing on one fic at a time. Starting with Disparate Pathways.

The Library Beneath the Clock Tower: AU Cursed Storybrooke. (Inspried by/based on The Bookshop on the Corner: A Novel, by Jenny Colgan)

Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community. - Chapter 35 been posted.

All Our Past Mistakes: AU Non-Cursed Storybrooke

Doctor Gold, professor of history at the local campus of Maine University, is stuck in a loveless, and one might say abusive relationship with a wife who is less than attentive to their family, and whom he suspects cares little for her marital vows. His resolve to maintain his own faithfulness is sorely tested by the presence of one of his new students - a junior by the name of Belle French - whom it seems fate is determined to put in his way. The two become embroiled in a passionate, and redemptive relationship, but not before suffering numerous setbacks and separations. This is no instantaneous happy ever after, but a tale of two hurt souls finding their way together through darkness and despair. - nothing written since last week

Disparate Pathways: AU and Remix of Witness Protection, which was written for the 2019 RSS.

Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go. Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into ‘protective custody,’ but is he all that he seems? As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth. - the next seven chapters are now planned and ready for writing and I have written 945 words of chapter 8, which is the next chapter.

Scattered: AU OUAT, where the curse didn’t quite happen the way it did on the show. (It went ‘wrong’)

Casting a spell, any spell - at least the ones that involve more than just the wave of a hand, or worse, the wave of an irritating fairy’s wand - takes time, and patience, and the right ingredients, and… just like any recipe, if you get it wrong, it doesn’t mean the cake won’t cook, rather then will, just with unexpected or unintended outcomes. All of Rumplestiltskin’s careful planning and manipulation, all of his hopes and dreams turn to dust; ashes in his bitter heart in the blink of an eye… in the fall of an equine heart. Belle exchanges one terrible prison for another, and it’s one she is desperate to escape, and though Rumple’s fate as The Savior was severed from him centuries ago, sometimes fate itself has a way of finding an alternate route home. - nothing written since last week

What the Actual Fuck! : Sutherelle fic

Prime Minister Robert Sutherland is feeling pressured, and isn’t prepared to acquiesce to the repeated challenges from within his cabinet nor the wider circle of those around him. He resorts to drastic measures to ascertain who can be trusted, turning to an ‘old friend’ to help him separate the wheat from the chaff. Said friend promises to send in his best operative to assist the PM, the trouble is the operative finds out more than Robert necessarily wants to know, and all this just as all hell is breaking loose around him; people hurt, Britain in chaos and multiple deaths push him into making some hard hitting decisions in order to safeguard himself, the country, and the people he cares about - Nothing written since last week.

Breathe: Rushbelle.

As the Lucian Alliance attack Icarus Base, Doctor Rush makes the decision that dialing back to Earth is too dangerous, though that may not at all be his reason for attempting to dial the ninth chevron, persuaded by Eli, and by something Belle had said to him previously, he substitues Earth for Icarus, and the connection is made. In spite of hurrying to urge Belle to the ‘Gate room and through the ‘Gate, neither he, nor anyone else believes that Belle actually made it on board Destiny… - Part one of the We Three series. - Nothing written since last week.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret: Rumbelle, Cursed Storybrook AU

This story was created accidentally when what I had written didn’t fit for something else. in which Belle is not kept in the assylum, but in a little cottage on the very edge of Storbrook town, and few know she’s there. Then, one day, someone else finds out. - Nothing written since last week.

Darkness In Hyperion Heights: Woven Beauty, Mystery/Paranormal AU

One stormy morning, Detective Weaver shows up to work and finds someone waiting for him in his office. His visitor is a scholar and a curator for the British Museum, and has recently discovered that an artefact from the vaults is missing. She has followed the trail left in the wake of its disappearence and it led her to Hyperion Heights, and now, she needs Weaver’s help - nothing written since last week

Modern Wonders: Well now, how to classify /this/ one? Lets start by saying it is a crossover with OUAT and SyFy’s Mini-series, Alice. It’s kind of ‘ensemble’ and kind of ‘Mad Rumbelle/Mad Curious Archer’ sorta kinda. This is still in the ‘mulling’ stage, and might not get anything posted for a while, because of… well… reasons! (Spoilers), but we’re working on it.

Also, I still have 2 series awaiting their next works: Darker Hearts: an AU Wish!Rumbelle, and Thoughts On A Happy Ending: A Rumblelle focussed Belle introspective of the entire journey from season 1 through season 7. Nothing has been written for either just yet, so no change since theirlast update, but they are included in the writing schedule so maybe that will change.

All published works can be found on AO3 where I write as Eilinelithil.

Please feel free to ask me questions about /anything/ you see here, or any other curiosity that enters your head - anonymous asks accepted, I’ll talk about most things if you ask. If you want to ask the characters anything, you can do that too! You can also prompt me if you wish.

#rumbelle #current wips #wips #send asks #feel free to prompt me #cue loud crickets

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oohfluffy · 5 years ago

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DDND Ch.13 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,194

❀ Chapter 13: Troublemaker Baby ❀

You woke up at 8 in the morning with a forming agenda in your mind. You quickly went to your own bathroom, brushed your teeth and put your hair in a messy bun.

It was Saturday.

Yep, the Saturday you were so excited to come. (Note the sarcasm)

After freshening up, you went back to your room and went out.

"Oh. Goodmorning, babe."

Your head immediately turned to the voice.

Kai just closed his door and walked towards you, of course, with his famous smirk.

"Y-Yeah. Goodmorning." You stuttered but quickly recovered as you turned your back towards him.

"Hmm." Kai hummed as he matched his pace with you, glancing at your face. You walked faster and reached the end of the stairs.

"You're up early today, huh?" You heard Kai commented as he followed you to the dining area.

You saw that Aunt Sunny made chicken soup for today's breakfast. You went to the fridge and grabbed a huge bottle of water before walking back to the table.

"Uh huh." You said as you sat down in front of him.

You started putting soup on your own bowl and then water in your glass. You started eating, casually taking glances at Kai.

"What the hell, Jongin." You muttered.

Kai just smirked, still staring at you as you eat.

"What? Is it wrong to stare at you?"

"Obviously yes." You snickered, shoving a spoonful of soup in your mouth.

"Why?" Kai asked teasingly as he continued observing you.

"Because I don't like it." You snapped at him before drinking water.

"But I like it, babe."

You shook your head, trying to deny that Kai's spell is working on you.

You thought of anything that you can talk about so it won't be this awkward.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as you remembered why you got up so early.

"What is it?" Kai asked, amused at you sudden outburst. He chewed on the chicken bits he got from his soup before grinning at you.

Why does he always look so seductive?

"I heard that DanWiMu is having its anniversary today?" You started as you placed your glass back on the table.

"Yeah." Kai nodded but tilted his head after. "How'd you know?"

"You know that Tiffany unnie is Sehun's sister, right? So, she told me." You explained.

"Ah."

You gulped. You really wanted to know about his performance with Seulgi but wouldn't that be suspicious?

YAH! Why would it even be suspicious? I'm friends with his partner, so asking would be okay... Right?

"Uhm." You cleared your throat as you looked at him. "You're performing?" You asked, trying to be casual about it.

Kai stared back in your eyes.

Is he trying to read my mind or something? Why is he looking at me like that? Oh my ghad why am I being so paranoid?

And then his lips curved into a smirk.

"Why are you suddenly curious, babe?"

You instantly looked away from his eyes. Your gaze dancing around the house, trying to find anything interesting.

"W-Well.. uhm.."

Your brain was in a mess.

You can even imagine your brain cells running around and bumping onto each other as they find a reasonable explanation.

As you fortunately found it, you looked back at him with a confident smile.

"Well, Joohyuk and Tiffany unnie invited me to go tonight. I was only asking if I'll see you perform..." You said, standing up with your bowl and glass.

"Really?" You heard the playfulness in Kai's voice. You turned your back on him and went to the sink.

"Really."

"Okay then. I'm actually performing with my friend."

Friend?! Daebak.

"Nice." You mumbled, quickly washing your bowl.

"You're not gonna ask who's my friend, baby?"

You almost choked on your saliva at Kai's sudden change of nickname.

Babe? Now baby? Are you trying to kill me now, Kim Jongin?!

"Why would I? I mind my own business, Kai. Please stop calling me—"

"If you don't ask then I'll tell you. Remember the one who I told you I'm meeting with last three days ago? Her name's Seulgi."

Blah blah blah.

You knew you were making faces as he spoke but you admit that you're jealous.

So jealous.

"She just came back from America. She's pretty, heck, she's even a good dancer. I think it's fate that she became my partner—"

You wiped your hands with a towel near you and walked towards the stairs.

"Really? Goodluck then." You said, waving your hand as you went back upstairs.

Kai watched as your figure was out of his sight with a frown but slowly turned into a smirk.

"Aish, what will I do to this girl..." Kai ruffled his hair as he started cleaning the table.

He knew everything.

After all, he wasn't a pole who can't feel anything.

He just hopes you watch him perform.

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"Wow."

Joohyuk and Tiffany looked at you as if you grew two more heads.

"This is a miracle, Hyuk." Tiffany giggled while Joohyuk just rolled his eyes.

"I think it's just because of one particular dancer though." Joohyuk said, earning himself a flick on his forehead, although you needed to tiptoe and do it.

"Whatever." You mumbled before hopping in Joohyuk's car.

The two followed you in the car. Joohyuk at the driver's seat while Tiffany sat on the passenger's.

"Your mom's okay with you leaving her?" You asked as you carefully put on your lipbalm.

"Yep. My brother's there anyway, so it's fine." Joohyuk answered with a shrug.

Tiffany suddenly turned to you from her seat. You looked back at her with a bored face.

"So what made you change your mind, my dear?" She asked teasingly, her eyes turning into crescents as she grinned. You rolled your eyes.

"Nothing, unnie. Please sit properly."

"Aigoo. Our baby is growing already. Hyuk, what can you say—" Tiffany was cut off as Joohyuk turned the radio on, overpowering Tiffany's voice.

"Yah! That's mean." Tiffany complained, hitting Joohyuk's bicep.

"You're too loud, noona. Stop it."

Your lips just curved into a smile as you closed your eyes.

They're so noisy but I like it.

"Lin, we're here."

You opened your eyes, yawning in the process. You blinked several times before checking your haggard appearance.

"Aish." You mumbled as you brushed your wavy hair.

"Kaja!"

The place was packed.

People were talking, dancing, drinking and whatever you can do in there.

You flinched as someone bumped onto you. You looked at the teens wildly dancing and scoffed. You were about to open your mouth to tell them a lesson about manners when an arm wrapped on your waist, leading you out of the crowd.

"Don't ever try talking to wild teens, hamstie. I'm telling you, you'll be at the disadvantage."

Sehun made you sit beside his sister with a smile.

"Sehun." You greeted with a grin.

"You know, my brother's gonna perform later. I think he'll need a goodluck kiss." Tiffany cooed, nudging you to Sehun, who is currently standing beside you. You glared at her before turning to her brother.

"Well, goodluck, Sehun-ah. We'll totally cheer for you later." You said, making Sehun grin widely.

Your brows furrowed as he tapped his cheek.

"What?" You asked.

Tiffany just giggled as Joohyuk scoffed.

"I thought you're gonna give me a goodluck kiss, hamstie?"

Boom.

There goes your angry red volcano face.

"You want a hit, Sehun-ah?" You threatened with a frown. Sehun laughed as he pinched your cheeks. You tried to bite his hands but he was too fast.

"Okay, okay! Later then?"

You glared at him. Sehun raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. I'll go now. See you later, guys."

When Sehun was out of sight, Tiffany pouted.

"Why didn't you give my brother a treat? He would've been so—"

"Unnie, please stop being Cupid. I told you, right?" You said with a frown, making Tiffany shut up.

The lights went out, only leaving dim lights on the stage.

The music was turned off as people started going near the stage for the long-awaited performances.

Everyone was silent as a song started playing.

" La la la la la la "

You didn't know how many 'la's were said but 5 girls started dancing in front of the stage, a spotlight focused on them.

" nalkaroun Secret dulleossan yaegin beil soge jeomjeom deo gipeun H-H-Hush mameul gyeonweo ije "

Your eyes widened as you saw a familiar face.

Seulgi.

You also saw the two girl she was with before and another two unfamiliar girls.

Heol. She's really an amazing dancer.

As they continued dancing, Seulgi caught your eyes and winked. You just awkwardly waved with a smile.

You suddenly felt ashamed of your dancing skills.

You looked down on your legs and felt insecure with their thigh gaps.

Geez. What am I doing? So what if I've got no thigh gaps or good dancing skills?

Yeah sure, you don't care.

After their performance, the crowd hasn't calmed down yet when another group danced.

You just focused on your food and ate like there's no tomorrow.

Joohyuk was the one who noticed since Tiffany was ogling at the boys dancing on stage.

"Yah, you alright? Why do you eat like you haven't eaten for a year?" He asked, shouting over the music and screams of the crowd.

You just waved him off as you drank your lemonade.

The music stopped as the next performer gets on stage. Tiffany squealed, kicking you under the table.

"My dongsaeng!" She cheered, pumping a fist on the air. You quickly turned your focus to the person solo on stage.

Sehun was wearing a black cap, a shiny blue and red jacket with a white t-shirt inside, black ripped jeans and nice pair of kicks.

He's so stunning.

You just heard yourself screaming along with the other girls as Sehun started to move with the beat.

Sehun danced to a cool music with his sharp movements and graceful steps, the crowd was like a pack of wolves trying to fight for a huge meat.

You couldn't help but to feel proud of your buddy.

"THAT'S MY BUDDY!" You shouted, making Sehun's eyes turn to you despite the wild screams of the crowd. He winked as he did a hip thrust, in sync with the beat and ending his performance. The crowd shouted for more but Sehun just grinned and threw hearts to the audience.

"Oh goodness." You mumbled, leaning back to your seat. Tiffany wiggled her eyebrows at you as Sehun went back to the backstage.

"He totally went all out tonight! I think it's because of someone~"

You ignored Tiffany and just focused on the next performer.

"Why is it so dark?" You heard Tiffany whine. The place was pure black, even the only dim lights on stage was out.

"Is the electricity out?" You mumbled, grabbing your phone for light.

Your question was answered when the spotlight focused on the two figures, intimately close on stage.

"O. M. G." Tiffany whispered as she figured who was on stage with a girl.

And then the song that made you want to crawl back at home played.

As the first whistle was heard, you bit your lip.

Oh no. Not that song. Not that dance, please.

" 1! 2! 3! "

You knew you didn't want to watch them dance so close with each other, but your eyes just can't stop looking at them.

" ni nuneul bomyeon nan Trouble Maker "

Seulgi touched Kai's chest moving downwards as Kai just watched how her hands move while he's singing.

You were totally breathless.

You didn't even know Kai could fucking sing.

" ni gyeote seomyeon nan Trouble Maker "

Seulgi's voice was so sweet that you winced.

Or is it your jealousy acting up?

" jogeumssik deo deo deo "

Kai's eyes wandered around the place, finding yours in the process. You instantly looked away, Kai's gaze softened before returning to a seductive look.

" galsurok deo deo deo "

Seulgi's fingers tapped his chest.

Urgh. I want to go home. Me and my jealousy, yes.

" ijen nae mameul nado eojjeol su eobseo "

You don't want to know how they danced like a perfect couple.

You don't want to look how Kai looks into her eyes.

It would have been better if you didn't know about Seulgi's feelings.

It would have been better if you're not hurting.

Kim Jongin.

You're such a troublemaker.

You make so many troubles for my heart and mind.

You heard the crowd's cheer got louder when you silently stood up from your seat and put your head lower, so you wouldn't attract much attention.

You heard Tiffany's and Joohyuk's shouts but you just waved and went out of the place.

Why does my heart hurt so much just for that dance?

"Tss. Baby? Babe? Maybe you call her that way too. Friend my ass." You mumbled as you unconsciously wipe your cheeks where tears were streaming down.

What the heck am I crying for? I don't even have the right to do so.

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❀ Ch.14

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