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[mtsodie]

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[melodygatesauthor]

Let Your Fingers Do the Talking

Jake Lockley X Villain Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @lunalockley

Kinks - Finger Fucking + Enemies to Lovers (I know E2L isn't a kink but that's what the generator came up with so here we are)

Summary

You're a lesser known villain who got "caught" by the infamous Moon Knight. Your specialty is a toxic violet gas that makes your victim obey your every command. How will Jake Lockley respond when he's not the one in control? - Sort of a prequel to a mini-series I have loosely planned for the far future.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, dub-con (reader committing dub con), fingering, finger fucking, enemies to lovers, mind control for sex, mind control drug, reader is a villain, Jake is MK

Word Count: 1.2k

“Get up!”

You jumped awake and after realizing where you were, a smirk crept over your face slowly. You’d heard about the secret hideout that Moon Knight would sometimes take lesser known, and less dangerous, villains to in order to get information out of them. You’d wondered when it would be your turn to be interrogated…guess that day is today. Out of the shadows stepped a man, well dressed in a white button down that was tucked into a pair of black slacks. He had a tie around his neck to match. You bit your lip and spread your legs out, making sure your pantiless cunt was easy for him to see.

“Jake Lockley,” you said seductively.

“Don’t start this bullshit. You’re going to tell me where Harrow is, or I’m going to make you talk.” He stepped closer to you, narrowing his eyes in warning.

“I don’t know where Harrow is, handsome, but if you untie me I might be able to give you…something else I think you’ll like,” you raised your eyebrows in hopes that he might give in to your flirtatious invitation.

Of course you knew where Harrow was. He was going to make sure no man had the opportunity to hurt another innocent woman again, and that was why you were helping him. Jake gave you a smug grin. Always so cocky, that one. You supposed that was part of what you liked about him. Overconfident, with the looks and fighting skills to back it up. He stepped closer, putting a hand on either side of your head and getting close to your face. He smelled good too.

“I’m not going to fall into that trap, not like those other men you lure in and then–”

“No, I don’t expect you to, you’re too clever for that aren’t you Jakey?” you asked, breaking the capsule you had hidden in your mouth and blowing your signature violet particles in Jake’s face.

“What the f–what is this?” He stepped back, wiping over his mouth and spitting on the floor. When the shock subsided, the anger kicked in. He lunged forward, gripping your throat tightly, “what the hell did you do to me puta?” He asked through clenched teeth

“You’re okay. In fact, you might even like it,” you managed to choke out.

“This is the stuff you poison your victims with, hm? So what…now I’m under your spell? Is that it?”

“Let go of me.”

His face was filled with surprise as he stepped back, releasing your throat from his firm grasp. You snickered to yourself, knowing that the normally calm and collected Jake Lockley was feeling out of his element, and completely under your control. Even the toughest and most clever men were no match for you. 

“Untie me.” You demanded, watching as he immediately went behind you and undid your restraints. You rubbed your wrists where the rope had been chafing just a little too harshly. “You know, I’m no different than you. I find guys who have either already hurt women, or who intend to, and I make them suffer. Get on your knees.”

He scowled at you and did as he was told, “you’re not like me, I put them out of their misery quickly and quietly. You torture them and then watch them bleed out. We’re not the same.”

You walked up to him, pulling up your skirt and exposing your uncovered cunt, right at his eye level.

“Oops, forgot my panties.”

“Something is wrong with you,” his tone was dark, “is this what you do to the other men too? You–”

“Why don’t you stop running that pretty mouth, and let your fingers do the talking hm?” You raised your eyebrows.

With a strong and firm hand, Jake grabbed your hip and used the other hand to start rubbing his fingers between your pussy lips. You moaned, grabbing a fistful of his dark curls and leaning into his touch. Even though you were expecting it, you gasped when you felt two of his thick digits slide into your wet channel so easily. In truth, you’d fantasized about getting the handsome Moon Knight to take you one of these days, you’d just never had the opportunity. He started pumping his fingers in and out faster.

“There you go baby, feels good,” you cooed.

He looked at you with such scorn, but you could tell he liked it too. His eyes sparkled like you’d never seen them before, like he was glad to give you what you asked for. Your special drug, the one you’d blown in his face, only served to make them obey, but they were still free within the confines of their mind. He could hate you and shout curses all he wanted, but his body was yours.

Jake’s digits were fucking you hard, punching in and out of your cunt with ease thanks to the slick juices he’d drawn out of you. You were so wet you noticed the glistening around his wrist as you soaked him. He still looked so angry, and something about that alone made your walls flutter around his dexterous fingers.

“You make the other guys you put under your spell do this too? Isn’t this the kind of thing that you kill them for?” His voice sounded angry still, but there was a slight undertone of unmistakable arousal.

“Only the good looking ones,” you said, biting your lip. “I just want them to get a taste of their own medicine, being forced to do something against their will.”

He reached his free hand up to grab your shirt and push you to the ground before climbing over you and pistoning his fingers into you harder. You grabbed onto his arms for stability, relishing in the way his muscles rippled under his skin. He moaned, which isn’t something that men normally did in this position.

“Don’t you want to–oh shit–don’t you wanna kiss me Mr. Lockley?”

With a growl he went in, fingering you roughly still while melting his mouth into yours passionately. He curled his digits in a way that pushed against that spot deep inside that made you reel from the wave of pleasure that possessed your body. You grabbed his collar tight and bit his lip so hard he started to bleed as your cunt squeezed in a vice grip around his fingers. Your deep, guttural moans filled the room until you were fully satisfied in a panting mess on the floor.

“If it’s any consolation,” you were still trying to catch your breath as you stood from the floor, “I’d put you in the top five of all the men I’ve seduced.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” He wiped his hand on his shirt while you readjusted your skirt and walked toward the door.

“Am I?” You giggled in the open doorway. “Oh sweet Mr. Lockley…that was such a low dose of my toxin, the effects should’ve only lasted a couple of minutes…max.”

He stood there staring at you in awe. If what you said was true, the majority of the time he’d spent with his fingers inside you was…all his own doing. Jake Lockley had never felt so played.

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[benatarrrr]

I forgot to put my benatar signature oops

So there’s just the sly one bc I wasn’t planning on posting these here but like why not it’s kinda funny

So anyways I need an Axeben fanfic where’s it’s nearly 6 am, neither have slept, just a few hours ago Benatar cried like 4 different times, and Benatar makes a joke about after he broke up with his awful ex that he’d date Axel, which he did in fact break up with said ex, then the joke isn’t even a joke anymore and Benatar admits that if Axel wanted to he’d date him, and Benatar looks at Axel and says “what are we” while grabbing his hand, then they kinda both freak out because they both want to date each other and it’s this whole thing of continuously screaming “WHAT DO WE DO” and “WHAT DO I SAY”, stuff along those lines while shaking, before they both finally say that they’d like to date

And then they run around telling all their friends about it acting like fucking children, giggling and shit /hj

Totally not based on a true story or anything

Also here’s the fruitfox

You might not get it but it’s definitely related ❤️💚

[keigelsss]

Hard At Work - Kuroo Tetsuro

a/n: HERE IT IS!!!!! it’s really bad. i struggled. i just wanted to get it over with but this idea weighed heavily on my mind for so long and i cant seem to get it out the way i want so this is the bare minimum with what i was trying to go for sorry :/

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, timeskip!kuroo, dom!kuroo, language, teasing, literally half the fic is foreplay oops, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex (no glove no love y’all), kuroo smacks your ass once, sir kink?, SIZE KINK, belly bulge, overstim, squirting, creampie, as always my shitty writing. *thoughts in italics… if i forgot a warning pls lmk*

Summary: you never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, let alone with the man in charge of your paycheck. luckily those files weren’t that important.

word count: 4.7K

You’ve only been working in this position for about two months now, assistant to one of the smartest sports promoters in the country. It’s a wonderful job and you get to meet star athletes almost every day, but what wasn't in the job description was the super hot promoter that you would be working under literally. If you thought it was hard coming into work with someone so damn attractive, the amount of teasing that went on in and outside of the office was insufferable.

Your day began like every other; come in, bring Kuroo some coffee, a full list of the day's meetings and tidy up in his office. While setting the coffee on his desk, you anticipate what comment he’ll make about the lack of a baked good to accompany his beverage.

“Awe Y/n, looks like you forgot to bring something to munch on again,” he was currently going through emails while twirling a pen in his hand. That scheming smirk that you’ve come to recognize all too well plastered all over his smug face. 

“I’m sorry, Kuroo, they were all out at the café.” You placed your belongings on the small desk located in the corner of his office, spending some time to go over today's schedule as well as sort through a few contracts and client files.

“It’s all good,” he let out a soft chuckle. “You could always let me eat you instead, shortcake.”

You gave a pointed glare to the man before sighing and closing the file cabinet you just finished sorting. “I think it’s best if we get to work, we’ve got a long day ahead of us, sir.” he sends the smallest smirk in your direction then returns to his tasks. Shit... Did I mean to make it come out like that? Whatever he always teases the ever-living hell out of me so it's about time I had my share of the fun too, it’s only fair. Right?

Most of the day was uneventful, the typical routine coming and going without any interruptions. At around 4 pm though, you found yourself swamped with far more paperwork to go through than usual as well as having to scan and digitally file. We didn't have this many meetings today, did we? I just did a stack like this… Most of these need Kuroo’s signature, they shouldn't be on my desk.

Raising your head you shifted your gaze, letting your eyes land on him. He’s seated only ten feet in front of you behind his desk but today it seems like an entire mile. Did he always look that good going through his messages?

While gathering the papers that were wrongfully in your pile and saying a quick prayer to anyone out there, you walked over to sit in one of the matching seats opposite him. Placing the folder down softly to not mess up the flow of his work. He instinctively moves his elbow away to make room for the file and side-eyes it momentarily.

“Just give me two minutes here and I’m all yours sugar,” he says with a quick smile in your direction.

Humming your response and relaxing into the chair you take the time to admire his features. The messy but somehow put together hair that, according to his long-term clients and friends, has been that way since childhood. The sharp features of his cheeks and jaw, his pink lips permanently resting in his signature smirk that can mean an infinite number of things as you’ve come to find out. A muscular neck that is far too appealing for your taste, broad shoulders leading to strong arms, and an equally muscular chest. It’s no doubt that he is built like a god under that dress shirt, it fits him so perfectly it's almost offensive.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts of the man in front of you that you don't even notice how he moves his body, giving all his attention to you.

“Stare any longer sweet girl and you're gonna start drooling all over that cute outfit of yours.” His deep chuckle vibrates through you, definitely causing something to happen deep in the pit of your stomach. Your body was so hot and your throat was so damn dry from the way he was looking back at you. Is he undressing me with his eyes? Fuck! I’m one to talk, I’m doing the same thing.

“Uh it looks like some papers of yours got in my pile, if you can sign them, I’ll finish scanning and get out of your hair.” 

You sat up to hand him a pen then rest your palms against the desk. Those pieces of paper are the only thing separating the two of you and it helps you keep a grasp on reality for the time being.

He toyed with the edges of the folder, lifting just the corner, not even bothering to read over the contents. “Yeah, I put them there thinking it would keep you in the office just a bit longer but you caught on to my plan faster than I thought.” He met your gaze with a semi defeated smile.

“You thought I wouldn't notice at all? Kuroo, I thought you were supposed to be the mega genius here because I had just filed all of those this morning.” A sudden boost of confidence ran through your body and your hands found their way to the folder and started mimicking his previous action that, hopefully, would drive him just as crazy as it did you. Your cold fingers delicately traced above his watch then to his forearms, stopping right where he cuffed his sleeves. A small hiss escaped him through his teeth followed by an airy laugh.

“Call it an experiment.” You couldn't help but giggle at his response.

He suddenly moved back, completely reclining and relaxing in his chair. He went to loosen up the tie around his neck and even went as far as to open two buttons on the restricting shirt. Cheeky bastard.

Kuroo cleared his throat. Resting his elbow against the arm of his chair, chin resting in the palm of his hand. “I bet I can tell what you're thinking right now, shortcake,” he continued to roll his chair back slightly.

Without giving a second thought you moved around to his side of the desk, sitting and leaning on the end farthest from him. You conjured up the best comeback your normally shy and reserved self would never think of, but right now, it's war.

“Oya oya? Tell me, boss, what am I thinking right now?” you finally turned your gaze towards him, pulling off the most convincing innocent eyes you had.

He stood up from his seat, taking the slowest steps toward you and stood right beside your small body. His large hands are dangerously close to the edge of your skirt. If he could feel how hard your heart was beating in your chest you’d be done for. 

That contagious laughter of his booming throughout the room once more. He’ll never admit it but your teasing words sound a lot like him.

“Well if the way you're clenching the hell out of your thighs right now isn't the biggest sign.” His calloused fingers finally make contact with the exposed skin on your legs and slowly rise to trace the curves of your body. Finding a place to rest on your jaw with his thumb gripping your chin forcing you to look directly at him. “I’d say you're thinking of all the different ways I could make you cum on my desk,” his thumb began to slowly trace your lower lip.

You were barely aware of the small moan you let out while fluttering your eyes closed. “Let's say you're right Kuroo,” you nearly choked on the lack of saliva in your throat. “What else am I thinking?” your response barely above a pathetic whimper.

He let out a happy sigh as he placed his thumb between your lips, pressing slightly to signal you to open up. That sigh quickly turned into a small moan when you let your tongue slip from your mouth and wrapped your lips around the digit. Years of hard work and skill evident in the sensation of his thumb pressing against your tongue.

“You’re probably thinking about my cock filling every inch of your tight little pussy,” he moved to stand between your legs, his other hand finding residence on your hip and squeezing the clothed flesh possessively. “Or maybe you’re thinking you might just have the upper hand here because you caught on to my little trick,” he began to mess with the hook and zipper on the side of your skirt. Lowering the piece of flimsy metal agonizingly slow. 

“If that’s the case then you're seriously mistaken sweetheart also when it's just us, call me Tetsuro,” he whispered his name in your ear and if you weren't trying to match his teasing energy, you would’ve made the first move but the build-up was so much better.

He finally let go of the zipper on your skirt and began to pull it slowly down your thighs, all while maintaining eye contact. He slowly removed his finger from your mouth and trailed any lingering saliva along your bottom lip and down your jaw before his hand found comfort around your neck, offering the softest squeeze, eliciting yet another breathy moan from your lips. If only you knew how much those sounds of yours were causing him to short circuit.

“Tetsuro. If there’s anything I know very well, it's my place in this office.” You kept steady eye contact while attempting to squeeze your thighs together. 

Kuroo noticed your struggles and continued to strip the skirt from your body. Your lower half was beginning to burn with anticipation. His long fingers then traced the outline of your panties, if he looked any closer he would see the little wet spot forming right at your entrance. He lightly pulled on the thin material and snapped it back against your body, a small chuckle rising from deep in his chest because of how cute and responsive you are to his actions.

“And where is that exactly?” He can't help but tease you, even though his cock is absolutely suffocating, he still wants to make sure you know who’s in charge. 

“I'm an employee on your payroll, aren't I?” your voice was so soft, focusing more on steadying your breathing. He began to run the back of his hand along your hip and grazed his knuckles against the area that you ache for him the most, a throaty sigh escapes you and some of that newfound confidence as well. Where the hell did she come from?

“It only makes sense that my position is under you.” Kuroo is slightly surprised by your response but he can tell that you’ve had enough of his teasing just like he’s had enough of having to come up with new ways to fluster you. Now it seems that all his prayers are being answered, he finally has you to himself all alone in the office, and there’s only one thing on his mind after hearing the words slip from your lips. “That’s definitely the right answer, but I hope you don’t mind if I spend some time on you first?”

His fingers were now pulling the fabric of your panties down and off your body, he never breaks eye contact, rubbing his hands all over your legs and occasionally squeezing your soft skin. He finally returned to eye level and placed both hands on your cheeks, bringing you in for a hot and desperate kiss. He managed to push you further onto the desk so you can rest comfortably, the cold sensation of the wood on your bare skin forced a tiny gasp to escape. 

Kuroo began to play with the buttons of your blouse, pulling on the material. By the time he gets to the last button, you’re halfway done removing his, finally seeing the strong body underneath it all. Hot. Once he had you completely undressed he took a single step back. Biting his lip and admiring your body.

“You’re so god damn sexy.” He came back to you, hot mouth leaving kisses all over your neck and chest. He spent some time on each of your breasts, sucking and biting on your sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. His hands hooked under your knees and spread your legs. You're practically dripping onto his desk by now and can’t help but grind your hips against nothing, desperate for some sort of relief. 

“Someone's a little needy, huh?” his breath was hot against your stomach and fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. Once he got on his knees in front of you, his fingers found their way to your throbbing center. Slowly parting your folds and massaging your sensitive hole with perfect pressure. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ wet too,” with his other hand he used his thumb to play with your clit. You threw your head back, letting out a soft moan as you made contact with the desk below.

Kuroo wasted no time putting your legs over his shoulders, leaving wet kisses along your thighs and placing several on your hips. He finally placed a kiss on your clit, causing you to yelp and buck your hips against his face. “You taste better than I imagined baby girl,” he licked a stripe through your folds, then sucked on your clit softly. “Mmm it feels so good!” you’re a moaning, whimpering mess already. Kuroo has to use his hands to keep you still but he’s humming happily while lapping up all you have to offer him and you can't help but shake. “Am I making you feel good, pretty girl? Your cute little pussy is so sensitive huh?” his tongue was replaced with one of his fingers gathering up your slick and slowly entering you.

“Yes yes fuck I love it. I want your cock. Please.” you looked at him through lidded eyes sucking your bottom lip harshly in between your teeth. He can't help but smile at how cute you look begging for him. “Relax baby girl, we’ll both get what we want but I gotta work you up a bit more.” He added another finger curling them a little to find your sweet spot, while sucking on your clit. He knew he found it when you squeezed your thighs around him and called out his name. Your walls twitching around his fingers, reaching your first climax of the day. 

He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking off every bit of your juices, moaning in sheer delight. Another kiss was placed on your clit before he began a trail of them to your neck and jaw, teeth sinking into your skin. One of his hands caressed your cheek as he kissed you on the lips, your taste and his hot breath sending another wave of arousal through you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna make you cum with my tongue one more time okay sweetheart?”

You wanted to whine and throw a fit but his mouth was magical and you weren't one to complain. With a small ‘okay’ and another kiss on the lips he made his way to your pussy once more, already swollen and ridiculously sensitive. He began with the same rhythm as before, soft groans of satisfaction driving you wild. The grinding of your hips against his face only became more violent when he added his long fingers. Finding that same spot as earlier. 

“F-fuck oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” you arched your back off the desk and brought a hand to your chest massaging squeezing your nipples. The only thing you hear before your orgasm rips through you is the loud squelching of fingers inside your pussy and his moans of praise. When you open your eyes and finally come back to earth, you see Kuroos face, hand and wrist covered in your juices. “I haven't even fucked you yet and you squirted just like that? You're gonna be the death of me Y/n.” 

You giggled a little, hiding your face in embarrassment, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Of course that smart mouth of his is sinfully skilled. He moved your hands out of the way, intertwining his with yours, lifting you and pulling you into another kiss. 

You let go of his hands running yours along his toned chest, leaving small scratches, quickly removing his belt and slacks. You squeal at how big he looks in his boxers, his cock begging to be free. Pulling the waistband down and letting it drop to his feet, you moan at the sight. A small bead of precum forming at the tip, now an angry red from being neglected for so long. “I wanna make you feel good too Tetsu.” 

Before you can drop to your knees for him he puts his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles. “Next time gorgeous, I wanna feel you right now.” he lifted you off the ground, legs wrapping around his waist and lips meeting in a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue. One of his hands made their way to your ass, squeezing softly before landing a smack. You moaned in response and ground your hips against his throbbing member, the tip creating glorious friction against your folds. He finally placed you back on the desk then fisted his cock a few times, running the tip against your folds and teasing your entrance.

“Want you inside me now Tetsuro. Please.” your chest was heaving in desperation and he loved that he made you like this. “Okay sweet girl. If it’s too much let me know.” You gave him a small nod and he kissed you while letting himself slip inside your warm walls. You were already so wet from before but he was so long and thick that the intrusion was slightly painful. 

“Holy shit! you’re so damn tight.” he says through gritted teeth. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tugging softly on his hair when you feel him bottom out inside you. He lets out a few puffs of air because it's taking all his willpower not to cum with the way your pussy is gripping onto him right now. You let out a few whimpers and he checks your face for any signs of discomfort before retracting his hips and thrusting into you. You make eye contact with him, he’s absolutely mesmerizing with that lusty look in his eye and a small layer of sweat on his forehead. 

“S-so big Tetsu. It feels so good.” you squeeze your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you and he groans in response. He begins to thrust into you slowly, still trying to keep his cool but finding that sweet spot inside you every time. “Oh you're gonna make me cum with the way you are clampin’ down on my cock like that sweet thing.” he shifts the angle of his thrusts and cages your head between his arms. His large upper body casting a shadow over you that makes you shiver. You can see the way the muscles on his forearms and biceps are flexing with every thrust. How he’s looking down at where you two are connected in pure fascination, tugging his lip between his teeth.

Using his arms to push off the desk, he tugs your hips to the edge and keeps his fingers embedded in the soft flesh, meeting each of his thrusts. You lift yourself as well, resting on your elbows and watching him. You notice a small bump on your belly each time his hips meet yours and it's enough to have you roll your eyes back. Holy fuck now that’s different. Kuroo noticed your surprise and pressed a hand against your tummy, making you feel him even deeper if possible. 

“I’m right there baby girl. Can you feel it?” You feel as though you're being split open but it hurts so good. His stare and dominating aura so sinful and addictive, you know you're in trouble. “Yes it feels so good. I love your cock.” He feels you fluttering around him and picks up his pace. The sharp sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the office along with his animalistic growls. 

“Is that right. You gonna cum on this cock, like a good girl?” his thumb found your clit, working small circles. “Make a mess all over my desk? Let me cum inside this tight pussy?” his thrusts were reaching deep, that bulge in your tummy only looking bigger now. You tried meeting his thrusts halfway, your hand gripped his wrist and you neared another orgasm. “Y-yeah, oh fuck. please. I wanna cum so bad. wanna make you feel good too, sir.” 

At the last word you said he thrusted into you once more. your walls fluttering around him bringing his release as well, he hunched over with a groan and found your lips as he spilled his seed inside you. The warmth filling you up and making you feel nothing but bliss. Your ankles locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, keeping him buried inside you while you caught your breath’s. 

He pulled away first, watching as his cock slipped from your tight hole, both of you letting out a sharp breath from the sensitivity. His cum followed right after, dripping down onto his desk. The sight of your clenching pussy and the mess was enough to get him hard again. He wants as much as you’re willing to give him. Lifting your upper body he pulls you in for another kiss, this one a bit sweeter. 

You pulled away and began kissing his jaw. “I want more.” You said looking up at him with bright eyes. Your makeup is messy but you still look delicious as ever. 

He gave you a playful grin and a peck on the lips. “You read my mind gorgeous.” 

He spun you around and bent you over the desk, pressing your body into the wood but not enough to hurt. His fingers slowly ran down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You turn your head slightly so you can see him, right now he looks intimidating as ever. Large muscular body towering over you, one hand gripping your ass and the other teasing the head of his cock along your folds. He can see how your dripping hole is clenching around nothing, your frame trembling from previous orgasms. He's so damn overjoyed that he slips right inside you, not wanting to waste another second outside of your tight pussy. 

The stretch that he provided was nothing you've felt before, he was definitely the biggest you’ve been with. You felt every ridge and vein, every twitch, you still feel him in your stomach. Nothing beat how warm he is though, flooding every nerve with heat and electricity. 

He set a brutal pace, balls slapping against your clit each time, making you cry out and moan incoherent versions of his name. His left hand gripped your thigh and hitched your leg on the desk, the shift in position causing him to drag the tip of his cock perfectly against your g-spot. “Right there Tetsuro, feels so fucking good.” you ached your back in ecstasy. 

The hand he had hooked under your knee creeped up your thigh and rested on your hip. He used the other to raise you off the desk and wrap around you. His warm hard chest pressing into your back and his large, rough palms massaged your tits. You can feel his warm breath on your ear and you shiver when he groans. The deep rumble of his chest crashing into you like a wave. 

Hearing his moans right in your ear was like heaven, the feeling of his cock twitching inside tells you he's close. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard. Your little cunt’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside again?” his rough pounding turned into slow, deep strokes. Slamming into your sweet spot with pin-point accuracy.

“Please. Feels so good and I want your cum. Want it in me so bad.” his hand moved to your jaw turning your head, squishing your cheeks and leaving a sloppy kiss against your lips. You brought your arm up, grabbing his face, pulling him closer. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth and he growled in response, slow thrusts gaining some more speed.

The hand he had on your hip made its way in front of you, fingers trailing softly against your swollen clit. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes from overstimulation but you loved every second of it. “I want you to milk my cock, take all your filling like a good little shortcake and make a mess on this desk. Can you do that for me?” you only nod and moan your answer.

The intense eye contact between the two of you, mixed with his hard thrusts and rough fingers, make that tingling feeling in your core seem like the first one all over again. Your head falls back against his chest as your body locks up and shakes uncontrollably, the tight fluttering of your walls brought his release as well. 

You can feel his warm load inside as he keeps fucking into you, allowing you both to ride out the intense wave of pleasure. All while massaging your clit, only bringing on another orgasm, making you squirt once more on his hand and desk. Feeling it drip down your legs, surely his too. 

Once the rush of euphoria passed, you both fell forward, his cock still inside you as you both caught your breath. You were still quivering with aftershocks of pleasure when he slipped out of you, a mixture of both of your cum spilling onto the floor and down your thighs. 

He stumbled back onto his chair and took a deep breath. Hypnotized by the way you’re still spread out for him to see, the beautiful sight of your plump ass becoming something he wants all the time. You finally sit up slowly turning to lean against the desk, legs feeling like noodles. Both of you catching the other staring and letting out a fit of laughter. He reached for your hand and pulled you down on the chair with him to relax, wrapping his strong arms around you. 

“So, I was thinking, maybe I should give you a promotion.” he kissed the top of your head and you pinched his nipple teasingly. “Stop fucking around Tetsu.” he smirked and gave you a knowing smirk. 

“We just did, sweet heart.” you rolled your eyes and nuzzled into his neck. 

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After resting for a while the two of you got cleaned up and dressed, tidying up the office so it didn't look like two people just fucked in it. Once you were done you both stood and looked out the window of his office, watching the sun disappear and the stars start to shine. He made a sound like he just remembered something. 

“Do you wanna go out to get something to eat?” he looks at you while putting his coat on.

“I’d love to, I’m starving,” you grabbed your purse and put on your coat as well. “Oh, uh what time is it?” you ask him. 

He lifted the sleeve of his jacket, looking at his watch and raising a brow. “That’s weird. My watch is stuck at 4:45.” you look at him in confusion. 

A sudden burst of wheezing laughter echoes through the walls and you’re still wondering what’s so funny. He turns to you and looks at your face, melting at how cute and innocent you looked. 

“I think you ruined my watch, Y/n.” he brings a hand up to your face moving a piece of hair that was out of place. You can't help but blush at his words, instantly turning away from him and opening the doors to his office.

“Well we’re even now because you ruined any other man for me.” You walked ahead of him in annoyance but he knows it won't last long.

He’ll have you screaming his name again in his bed in no time. 

I wonder if he was joking about that promotion though…

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✨stay sexy my friends✨

Taglist: @bobabybo

a/n: if you made it this far... yooo... im so sorry you had to read this. it didn’t tickle the brain the way i wanted and i trashed it like ten times only to go back with what i originally started with but if you liked it and you feel a lil sum ;) lmk i would love feedback or what I could’ve done better. i don’t know what I want to do with this blog just yet but for now its just my thirsts and writings. i reply and like on @keigohoes im just stupid lol.

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Effectively Trained (2/2)

Yandere! Hawks x Reader

Warning: this story contains non-consensual touching, forced sex, mentions of serious harm and abuse, kidnapping, and excessive use of strong language! 18+ only please <3

Part One

Today was finally the day that the young malnourished woman was finally going to get a taste of freedom. She forgot what it even tasted like after a year of being locked up. She wore a beautiful white sundress, something Hawks had gotten her for a date in the house. Her head peeked out from the bathroom, no make up whatsoever on her face remembering rule 13. There luckily wasn’t a rule about styling her hair. She had a cute braided bun with a shiny feathery pendent Hawks got her to keep it up and neat. She had a small leather brown purse to accompany her, the pro hero’s credit card snuggly tucked away in a small wallet. Excited was an understatement, she was ecstatic to go off in her own. Sort of.

“K-Keigo? I’m ready.” She called out for him, awaiting his approval on her outfit. The messy haired hero sent a feather through the door, the barbs poking lightly at her back to get her to move towards the door. She quietly and quickly obeyed and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he had a toothbrush between his teeth, only clad in a pair of grey boxers. His wings were droopy against the floor, utterly relaxed in the comfort of his own home. His avian eyes peered up to approve of her attire. He frowned. “That outfit was only meant for my eyes, dove. Buuut...” He trailed off and scratched at his chin. She spent a year studying his body language, and immediately knew he was considering letting her go with the dress. His feathers fluffed up and rose from their droopy state back to life against his back. “Alright. Think of this as an apology for fucking you unconscious last night.”

“Th-Thank you Keigo...” She voiced her gratefulness and walked over towards him, slowly placing a chaste kiss onto his soft lips. He smirked and cooed in approval of her actions. A scarlet red feather drifted from his wings and he nestled the feather within her hair neatly, luckily it was one of his smallest feathers. “I’ll be a bit more lenient today with some of the rules. Gotta try and act as normal as possible or else people will get suspicious you’re some drug dealer or somethin’ like that.” He chuckled and ran his hands down her sides, admiring the way she looked in the dress he’d gotten her. He stared down at her seriously and his eyes glinted in warning. “Now don’t forget the rules though, dove. It would be a shame if you never saw a lick of light ever again.”

Her face paled. She nodded anxiously and hugged him tightly, burying her face deeply into his chest, almost as if she was trying to merge herself with him. “Glad you understand, dove.” He pried her off of him and smiled down at her with a careless smile, perceived as a ‘you better not fuck up today’ from his lover. He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes, admiring their lovely color. “Your eyes are still so beautiful. Even when you’re scared out of your pants. Get going before I change my mind.” She quickly obeyed his orders, scrambling out of the apartment and to the elevator. Her heart was hammering harshly against her chest being away from Hawks. It was almost like a dream. ‘Why am I so anxious? Shouldn’t I be happy to be away from him? Why do I feel this way...’

His abuse had beaten her down. She now even felt uneasy without him by her side. Yes he went on hero business regularly and she would be alone in the house, but she would be locked up in his bedroom, everything that smelled like him, gave her comfort. She was crazy for missing him, but after a year of only having contact with him, no matter how bad it was, she was now terrified of the outside world. She even forgot how to use an elevator. Her sweaty hands clenched onto her purse, her body trembling a bit. ‘I thought... I wanted to go out, but I want to go back home! I want to go back to Hawk-‘ She stopped her inner thoughts once the red feather nestled in her hair came out neatly and nuzzled against her cheek.

He could sense her nervousness. Hearing her heartbeat, feeling the vibrations of her shaking body. When she obeyed, he treated her like an angel. Just like now, while she was scared to death, he comforted her with a small feather. Her fingers gently touched the soft yet sharp barbed object, smiling softly at his comforting act. ‘I... like when Hawks is like this. Sweet and caring, and not like... his really possessive side...’ She shivered and gently pushed the feather back into her hair as soon as the elevator doors opened. Her mouth hung open seeing the bright and beautiful lobby. Hawks always flew her out to events, so she’d never gotten to see the lobby. She looked around nervously and quickly exited the building before someone could speak to her.

Once she was outside, for the first time actually being free, she felt her heart speed up a bit at the sight. Birds were flying cheerfully in the sky. So blue, so beautiful, and the sun kissed her face, welcoming her to the true beauty of the world. The wind blew gently against her face, and the smell of spring whisked through her nose, urging her to venture more. She stepped out and smiled genuinely, looking around the city at all of the lively people, the shops, the busy streets, leisurely heroes on patrol. So normal, so peaceful to her. A part of her still wanted to go home however, but she pushed that thought away and pushed on.

First stop, grocery grocery store.

She grabbed the small metal cart and began to push it slowly through the store, examining all the foods stocked up on the walls everywhere. Her stomach growled hungrily seeing all the food. ‘Only take what you need...’ She thought to herself. By the end of her journey she had three bags of chips, four packs of chicken tenders, three packs of ground chuck, two loaves of bread, enough coffee for Hawks, some coffee for her, tea, soda, candy, gum, feminine products, Plan B, crackers, bananas, apples, vegetables, eggs, and even a cake. People looked at her as if she was crazy. Her cart was stacked as high as possible. ‘Oops... I went over board... at least we won’t have to go to the store anytime soon.’

“Okay ma’am. The total today is 436.35.” Her face paled drastically. She went WAY overboard. She didn’t make eye contact or even look up at him while she pulled Hawks’ thick black credit card out, silently handing it to him. “Uhm, you just insert it there ma’am.” Her face lit up in embarrassment and she put the card in the small slot. It was backwards. “You have to put that yellow chip in.” She nodded quietly, putting the chip inside the slot. She watched as the small reader lit up and asked for her pin. It was Hawks’ card, and she didn’t know the pin. She began to panic. They would know it wasn’t her card and think she stole it, especially from the number two hero. It was like her lover read her mind. The short feather drifted from her hair and drifted over the reader, carefully pushing the pin in and pressing enter.

Approved!

The cashier’s jaw was dropped all the way to the floor. There was no mistaking the signature red feather that floated as if it had a mind of its own. The clerk looked up at the woman and saw her slowly whisper to the feather. In a flash, more feathers came bolting into the store, careful to avoid people and whisk to grab the bags of groceries. “Th-Thank you, Hawks... s-Sorry...” she whispered softly to the feather in front of her. Of course it didn’t respond and went back into her hair. She smiled softly at the card and took it, putting it back into her wallet. People were staring at her, all eyes focused on the feathers surrounding her. They all slowly disappeared once she stepped out of the store.

Second stop, book store.

Because Hawks had taken her phone and didn’t allow her to have one, all she could do was read books. If anyone knew the lazy hero at all, they would know what a glutton he is. He likes to eat, sleep, and go on leisurely patrols that he never gets. The only book he had in his possession was an autobiography by Destro, a villain. She had already read the book cover to cover. It was an enjoyable read, but she couldn’t completely understand the stuff mentioned. She picked out a couple of sweet romance books, fantasy, thrillers, and cooking books. Once she was at check out, she reluctantly put the romance books back, worried Hawks would be angry. Once she check out, she once again asked if Hawks would kindly take the books to their home.

He obliged, even though he was all the way on the other side of town. Luckily they were only small bags of books and not a trunk full of groceries. As a break before going to the park, she stopped by a small little café for a coffee and a snack. Once she had received her items she went to sit at a table outside. Her body was slowly getting used to being free again, and having the luxury of being her own person once more. “Excuse me.” She recognized that voice. Her head jerked up to see the number one hero standing tall above her. His intimidating gaze was fixated on the feather stuck neatly in her hair, showing off to him that this indeed was Hawks’ lover. “Can I sit here?”

She only slightly nodded, instantly regretting her decision once she felt the feather begin to vibrate. The quickly shook her head in disapproval to his actions, but it was already too late. He had sat across from her with his arms crossed. His posture perfect, gaze intimidating, muscles flexing underneath his tense demeanor. “I’m actually glad I found you, I have a couple questions for you.” She didn’t meet his gaze whatsoever. He huffed in annoyance and started to question her. “I’d like to know your real relationship with Hawks. You were acting very skittish at the event last night. Why is that?”

No answer.

“You know it’s rude to ignore someone. Maybe you are Hawks lover. Taking on his childish ways.” Her head slowly raised, and the pro hero was shocked to see tears spilling from her eyes. Terror stricken down to the core of her body, her hands now shaking in the small cup of coffee she had in her fingers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Let me-“ he reached his hand out awkwardly trying to offer a bit of comfortable support. He’s been trying to become a better hero ever since he became number one, so fan service and reassuring people were all new to him. Why not start with Hawks’s girlfriend? “DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” She shrieked unexpectedly. Everyone was now looking at her and the pro. The next words that fell from her mouth sealed her fate. “HE’LL HURT ME AGAIN!!!”

Hurt her? Again?

Endeavor narrowed his eyes. “Again? What do you mean again? Is Hawks hurting you?” (Y/N) snapped her hand to her mouth quickly, realizing she had fucked up. She jerked her head around and saw everyone staring at her. She stood quickly, starting to back up as tears streamed down her face. Endeavor stood and reached out for her again, but in a flash of red, Hawks was in between them, making a loud thump on the ground alerting everyone of his presence. The look in his eyes held pure rage, his wings outstretched wide, showing a dominant stance over Endeavor, feathers fluffed to the brim displaying his anger. His eyes suddenly focused on civilians and he gave a cheeky smile.

“Baby bird!! You okay? Nobody hurt you did they?” He asked with worry, turning to face her. The woman lunged into his arms, sobbing into his chest and muttering a sloppy slur of apologies. Hawks’ arms immediately went around her waist, holding her deathly close, his thick gloved fingers digging into her sides as punishment. She only cried harder and shouted apologies, causing a huge scene. The winged-hero smiled warmly and rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s alright dove, I’ve got ya now.” Even though his voice was warm and reassuring to everyone, the woman in his arms understood the hidden emotion behind them. Utter rage. He looked at Endeavor and waved his hand lazily. “Sorry about that folks! Didn’t mean to interrupt you! Endeavor, could I talk to you?”

“Good. I need to talk to you too, Hawks.” Endeavor spoke, a bit of venom dripping off his voice. ‘Could Hawks really be hurting this woman? Judging by her actions, it seems that way.’ His cyan eyes followed Hawks’ movements, watching carefully as the number two hero whispered into her ear. He took great note of how the feathers of his wings fluffed up more, standing on edge almost. A pair of harsh, angry, possessive, golden avian eyes collided with a sea of turquoise, wings spreading further towards the sky in warning. “Come to my agency later. We can talk then.” He turned around and held his woman close to him, wings lowering slightly as he was about to take off. Before he did, he turned with the angriest face Endeavor had ever seen on him. “And don’t you dare... reach for my beautiful angel ever again.”

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‘If he just wanted me to meet him here he should’ve said that instead of sending me on a wild goose chase.’ The flame hero stood in front of the number two hero’s door, knocking three times. After he received no answer he knocked harsher. He could slightly hear scrambling coming from the other side, followed by the flapping of wings and a deep laugh. Hawks was the one who opened the door, only in a pair of sweatpants and covered in sweat. “Nice of you to finally join us, Endeavor. You’re a bit late.” The flames around his face glowed brighter, displaying his irritation with Hawks’ lazy behavior. He huffed and pushed passed. “Can’t even fix yourself to greet a guest. How-“

He stopped immediately once he saw the damage Hawks had caused. There on the floor laid his lover, in her beautiful sundress covered in hickeys and love bites, her head dizzy with her legs shaking. Hawks smirked smugly and feigned his surprise. “Oh man! Sorry Edneavor, just couldn’t keep my hands of her ya know?” The winged man walked closer towards his lover and pulled her up by the hair, smirking and giving her a small kiss. The woman winced and lowered her head obediently awaiting the next order. “Go clean up, we’ve got a guest. The number one! Don’t wanna look bad and ruin my reputation do you?” She shook her head desperately and stumbled up, rushing to the bedroom, small drops heard as she ran with her dress on. Hawks snickered and grunted. “Makin’ a bigger mess now. Droppin’ all of my cum outta her loose pussy. Guess I gotta teach her better, huh Endeavor?”

“What the hell is this Hawks? Some kind of sick joke?” Endeavor became angry at the way Hawks was just treating this random woman he didn’t know like some useless toy. Hawks only blinked, his wings fluffing up, but his face showed a fake cheeky smile. “Nope, that’s my beautiful baby bird. She likes to be beat, have her abused cunt full of my fuckin’ cum til she can’t move anymore.” Endeavor wasn’t believing that lie one bit. Hawks’ aggressive behavior earlier revealed enough that he was purely jealous. The number one hero knew about abuse, he’d done it, and regretted it ever since. His family hated him, he killed one of his sons, or so he believes. Seeing Hawks take such a path, it was disappointing and disgusting. “I want to talk to her.”

Hawks’ feathers were standing on edge now, fluffing more and more, his anger overflowing, but he still displayed that stupid smile. “Sure thing! Lemme go get ‘er for ya.” He turned around, back littered with painful scratch marks, feathers missing from the bottom of his large wings. A few feathers came off, floating to life, but he didn’t get too far before Endeavor stopped him. “Let her clean up, I’ve already canceled plans for this.” Hawks smirked and turned back towards him, shrugging his shoulders and using the feathers he sent to clean up the mess on the floor and couch. Soon the winged-hero’s lover returned all cleaned up and everything. “Come ‘ere dove.” He offered his hand out to her, to which she quickly took and went straight into his arms.

“Can I talk to you privately miss (Y/N)?” She shook her head quickly, but Hawks was quick to intervene. His wings possessively came around her, shielding her from his suspicious gaze. “Awe come on Endeavor. We’re a pair here, whatever you gotta say to her you can to me too.” (Y/N)’s eyes slowly peeked out, and she finally met Endeavors gaze. That look, he’d seen it before. It screamed, ‘help me!’ And that’s just what he was going to do. “I just want to talk to her.” He glared at Hawks, demanding he leave them both alone. The hero’s feathers fluffed, but he shrugged passively. “Alright. Don’t make any moves on my girl ya here?” He joked and walked away, his wings twitching occasionally.

The two sat in silence.

Her eyes were locked on Endeavors, hoping to convey her message through sight. However, any move she made, murmur under her breath, nothing would go unnoticed by Hawks. He was listening. A scarlet red feather was carefully hidden under the couch, where her eyes could barely even see. Her eyes moved in a quick motion, indicating she wanted him to look down. Cyan eyes moved down to lay on the feather on the floor. He understood the situation very clearly now. A bold move was made, he grabbed her hand and stood. “Let’s chat some other time.” She smiled softly and mouthed a soft thank you. Her eyes stared at the hero before her in admiration. Someone willing to help her.

Maybe she would finally be free?

“Be careful until then. Don’t let him do that anymore. I know a thing or two about what he’s doing. It cost me everything.” He knew Hawks was listening. It was a threat. The feather shook under the couch, displaying a hidden anger. (Y/N) nodded gratefully. Her heart rate was already accelerating at the thought of having a normal life again. Sure it would take time to adjust not being near Hawks, but she would eventually have an ordinary life again. Endeavor was hesitant to leave her by herself with the presumed hero. Worry settled in his gut, and he ultimately turned and walked out the door, his fists clenched. ‘She’ll be alright until tomorrow. I’ll bring back up if I need it, something tells me Hawks isn’t going to let her go anytime soon.’

Once that door was closed, feathers came and harshly jabbed into her back, shoving her down to the ground. She cried out in pain as blood poured from the wounds, and the stinging pain ached in her chest. “You fucking slut.” He calls out darkly, wings spread menacingly, feathers fluffed, pupils shrunken as he approached her. Her body was still aching and weak from his lustfully powerful assault on her before Endeavor got there. “You let him touch you, you fucking looked at him with those beautiful eyes that were only meant for me. ME!” His voice wasn’t as angry as she expected it to be, sure it sounded furious, but there was desperation evident. She looked back and was horrified by what she found.

He was crying.

Though his eyes showed complete and utter rage, salty tears still cascaded down his soft cheeks, hurt by her continued disobedience and want to get away. “Why... why do you continue to fuckin’ disobey me?! Don’t I do everything for you? I’m your favorite hero remember?! You’re my angel! My beautiful dove! MY MATE!!” Her eyes were wide, pupils shrunk in fear, her body stiff as a board. He brought a feather blade up in his hand, and without even thinking he began to take out his rage. Hawks had snapped. His hand moved repeatedly, shouting angrily and hurling insults. “ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS LISTEN!! BUT ALL YOU WERE WAS A DISOBEDIENT LITTLE BITCH!!! YOU FUCKIN’ UNGRATEFUL SLUT!!!!” Her screams fell upon his deaf ears, too blinded by rage and sadness to even acknowledge anything else. He continued to shout, bringing the feather down again, hot liquid splattering onto his abdomen. “WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO HURT ME?! YOU’RE ALL I HAVE LEFT!! I-I DO EVERYTHING AND YOU STILL DON’T LOVE ME?!?! WHY!!!! TELL ME WHY!!!!”

Splat!

He stopped. His wide terrified eyes casting downwards to look at the horrific sight before him. There on the floor laid his lover, his baby bird, his angel, his dove, his everything. Multiple stab wounds were present in her stomach, arms, legs, and feathers had stuck harshly to her arms, hands, and feet, keeping her pinned to the ground while he assaulted her. Those beautiful eyes he loved, were now dull and lifeless, slowly losing color. “(Y-Y/N)? H-Hey dove... get up. Come on baby bird. Come ‘ere.” He opened his arms with a reassuring smile. She didn’t move. His eye twitched, tears welling up. “Baby? Come on, let’s just go to bed. I’ll tuck ya in, get you some chicken. I promise I won’t hurt you again okay? How does that sound?”

No response.

He was beginning to lose it now. What had he done? “Get up.” He ordered sternly, his teeth grit tightly, his fists shaking while his wings slowly began to lose their strength and slump against the floor. He reached down and grabbed her shirt she’d put on, pulling her up and angrily glaring. “I said; get up.” He demanded. Once again she didn’t move. Accepting what he’d done, he fell to his knees in front of her lifeless body, his avian eyes wide with tears streaming down his face. He’d fucked up. He hurt her really bad this time. He killed her. His feathers couldn’t even pick up the soft thumping of her heart. It was gone. “No... what have I done...? I’m sorry... come back... please come back...”

“COME BACK!!!!!”

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“Isn’t this Hawks’ place?”

“Yeah, a couple neighbors said they heard loud yelling and crying last night, along with a bunch of banging.”

The two officers assigned to check out Hawks’ apartment were lazily conversing while they debated whether to actually go in or not. They believed the number two hero would defend himself easily, that this was probably nothing. One officer raised his hand and knocked on the door, only to discover the door was already unlocked. They both immediately looked at each other and pulled their weapons, slowly opening the door. Blood was splattered all over the floor, feathers evident everywhere. There was the faint sound of laughing coming distantly from the bedroom. The officers carefully explored the house, making their way to Hawks’ bedroom. As soon as they arrived and saw him, they went to his aid.

“Hawks! Are you alright? What happened?!” The pro hero was sat slumped in front of his closet with a dreamy smile on his face. The whole right side of his face was abused and dripping blood. His pants and shirt were stained completely, the irony spell infecting his nose and numbing his body. Once the officer got to him, his stomach churned in terror. A sharp feather was held in the hero’s shaking hand, covered in blood. His right eye was missing, lazily laid on the floor beside him. In place of his eye was a sloppily positioned beautiful lifeless (E/C) one. “What... what happened?” Hawks didn’t even acknowledge the man, only continued to stare into his closet. The officer slowly looked up to the closet, and froze in horror.

There in his closet, stained in blood and littered in feathers was the pro hero’s lover, (Y/N) (L/N). Her right eye was also missing, revealing to the officer that Hawks was the one that killed her, carved her eye out and placed it in himself. “She... is with me forever.” He announced weakly, his lips stretching into a sadistically terrifying grin. His hands shook and his wings rose up shakily, spreading them wide as if he was still trying to impress her. “She’ll always be with me... can you see angel? Can you see what I did for you?” The officer called out for his partner and pinned Hawks to the ground, bringing his radio to his mouth and calling for an ambulance and back up. The hero still kept his eyes on his woman, smiling at her while blood continued to gush from his wounds.

“We’re together forever angel~”

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Endeavor slowly opened the door to Hawks’ room. Dressed in black with two guards beside him. Guilt bubbled in his stomach and he felt like he was going to vomit. If only he had stayed with her and not left her alone with Hawks, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. He read reports about the carnage he had caused. He still couldn’t believe Hawks was even capable of such a thing. His cyan eyes rose to meet the crazed figure laying in a bed, scarlet wings absent from his back. The former pro hero’s head was wrapped, a patch covering the eye he had torn out himself. His wings tightly wrapped and stripped of the feathers, preventing the growth of anymore deadly weapons sprouting. Hawks smiled and waved.

“Heya Endeavor! Thanks for joining us!” He carelessly removed the wrappings from his head, his face swollen and damaged. His idol stood before him, visiting him and his lover, he wanted to look his best —and show off his beautiful lover. “(Y/N) says hi too.” He slowly opens both his eyes, a golden eye in the left, a (E/C) eye in the right, fully functional. The doctors had made a drastic decision to go ahead and replace Hawks’ eye with the one he forcibly replaced. The sight would forever haunt Endeavor to the core. He would always be remembered of his mistake. His mistake that cost an innocent girl her life. “We’re glad you came to visit. There’s so much we wanna talk about!”

‘I’ve learned my lesson, (Y/N). I’ll never take my anger out on you again. Now we’ll live together, forever, and no one can separate us!’

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Deck the Halls pt. 2

A/N: Okay! Here is part two! I’m sorry I’m a little later than the evening, but I forgot that I had work tonight....anyways...here is part two. Harry is being a little cheesy and romantic in this one, and I love that about him because even though he’s a scrooge, he’s still baby for Holland. I hope that you all are enjoying this so far, and expect part three at any random point in the day tomorrow lol. Love you all! 

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, smut, fluff....other things i can’t remember at this moment? 

Word Count: 9.7k

Holland’s POV 

Holland stood there, staring at the dark blue paint on Harry’s door with wide eyes. 

“He really has lost his true Christmas spirit, hasn’t he?” She whispered, shaking her head as her heart sank just a little in her chest. “Sugar sticks, this is going to be harder than I thought.”

She turned towards her own door, walking back inside of her flat with a sigh. 

London had been her home for about ten hours now, and she was more than ecstatic to finally have her own place. It wasn’t the size of her home back in the North Pole, and it wasn’t nearly as grand, but it was hers and she loved it. Her Father showed her around London for most of the day, helping her settle in before he finally bid her farewell, and since he’d left her alone, she had been sitting on the couch in her flat, binge watching movies that she’d never seen before. 

During a sappy movie about falling in love at Christmas, Holland felt a strong pull in the center of her chest. Her heart started beating rapidly, and her palms were sweaty. At some point, she slipped off of the couch before she started pacing in front of her door. Everything in her brain screamed at her to open the door, to poke her head out and see what could be in the hall.

So she did. 

And there Harry was, walking down the hallway like he stepped right out of her dream. 

Now that she had finally met him, she was worried that fixing his spirit would be a challenge that she couldn’t handle. She walked back into her flat with a dark cloud over her head, and a sad feeling in her chest. In her mind, their first meeting was magical and grand. She didn’t expect for it to be over in under ten minutes, and she definitely didn’t expect to faint when she first saw him. It made her cringe just thinking about it, her body hitting the ground after they met eyes. 

She was in London to find him, for gingerbread sake. 

She knew that she would obviously run into him at some point. 

As she curled back under her blanket on her new couch, a Christmas film still playing on the television, she started to think about what happened to Harry’s true Christmas spirit. After reading the book that Morpheus gave her, she came up with a few odd theories on what might have caused his spirit to dim, but she didn’t have any solid proof. 

All she really knew about the situation was that Jack Frost wanted to destroy Christmas, and he wanted to absorb the powerful magic that only two souls forged from the same star could grant him. It just so happened that Harry and Holly were both souls forged from the same star, and souls that contained true Christmas spirit. It was a double whammy that could give Jack Frost the power to destroy any other magical being, including Santa Claus himself. 

She tried not to dwell on the negative parts of her journey to London, but the positive ones instead. Her soulmate was just across the hall from her, and though it would clearly take some time to warm him up to the idea of soulmates, he was still there. They were both safe when they were together, according to Erotes. His presence would cloak hers, protecting her from any outside forces, and her presence would bring light and joy into his heart. 

It was all very exciting, having a soulmate that could protect her and love her (even if he wasn’t there quite yet.) and she was excited to learn everything she could about him. Morpheus and Erotes had a theory that the nightmares might cease with the souls being near each other, and Holland kept that in the front of her mind as she started to doze off on her couch.

But she still had a nightmare. 

She had one worse than the last few that she’d had, actually.  

This time, there was no mercy at the hands of Jack Frost. 

This time, he knew that she was watching and taking notes. He made sure to pull her out of the ice by her hair, holding her up as she gasped out. He looked her in the eye, the chill that he sent through her body much colder than the water he held her under. Jack Frost looked her dead in the eyes before he looked back at Harry with a smirk. His lips pressed into hers next, kissing her with cold and slimy lips before he dunked her head back under the water. This time, she heard Harry screaming from the shore, his voice laced with agony as he called her name out. 

Holland woke up to the sound of banging on her door, her name being called out. 

She let out a shriek, her body falling off the couch in shock. 

She recognized Harry’s voice, scrambling to her feet as quick as she could before she opened the door. He stood there, his chest heaving and his eyes dark as he looked at her with tear stained cheeks. Her heart shattered in her chest, her body relaxing when she realized he was safe and that he was standing right there in front of her. He let out a sigh, reaching up to brush his sleeve under his nose. She crossed her arms over her chest, anxiously shifting on her feet as he stared into her eyes for a few minutes in silence.

“You’re alright?” He asked her, licking over his bottom lip as she nodded. “Fuck me.”

“Excuse me?” She asked, her eyes growing wide. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, no.” Harry said quickly, his hands flying up in defense. “I didn’t mean it like that, Holland. I swear, it’s just an expression.”

She cleared her throat, pressing her lips together as she nodded slowly. 

“Well, since you’re alright, I’m gonna go back to bed.” Harry said softly, gulping as he brushed his palms over the outside of his thighs. “Just do me a favor, and don’t go near any lakes.”

“Noted.” She whispered. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” he whispered, pulling her door shut. 

“What in the candy canes is wrong with that boy?” She muttered falling back onto her couch with a heavy groan. “My soulmate is insane.” 

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November 11 Holland’s POV

Holland didn’t see Harry for four days after their initial meeting.

She expected him to come banging on her door when the nightmares happened again, but she didn’t hear a peep out of him. She had to admit that they were pretty standard nightmares compared to the ones they had been sharing the last few nights. They were just run of the mill, ‘oops, Jack Frost got me again’ nightmares that she’d been having almost her entire life. 

During the time that they spent apart, the night that they met continued to replay in her head. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d run across the hall in his pajamas just to bang on her door in the middle of the night to check on her. He looked so heartbroken, and distraught, that it almost broke her heart to see him that way. She realized then that she could feel his emotions just as strong as she felt her own. Their souls were one and the same, and they were both hurting. It made Holland want to wrap herself around him, but that was hard to do when he was never around. 

She also could tell when he was home due to the warm feeling that flowed through her veins and the pull in her chest. That feeling was the reason that she knew he was never home, and she wondered if he was avoiding her because of it. So instead of sitting around and pining after him, she decided to hit the streets and explore the new city that she’d always dreamed of seeing as a little girl. There was on use in wasting her time here, waiting for Harry to come around. 

He would come to her in his own time.

On her second day in London, she decided to bundle herself up before taking herself on a walk around the small village area that she lived in. It was filled with cobblestones and tiny shops preparing for the biggest (and best) holiday of the year. Everyone was slowly putting up decorations in their windows, covering the glass outside with fake frost. Holland absolutely adored it, even if it wasn’t the same as The North Pole. She loved the enthusiasm and the electric feeling in the air that only Christmas could inspire. 

On the fourth day, she ventured just a little farther than her tiny village to the busier streets of London. She was lost in her head, watching the people rush by as they talked to themselves. It made her a little nervous when she saw cotton stuffed in their ears, and she wondered if maybe it was a cultural thing that she knew nothing of. She made a mental note to ask Harry about it the next time that she saw him. 

“Grab a cup of Christmas cheer!” Holland turned her head at the sound of ringing bells that sounded like they belonged on Santa’s sleigh, and the word Christmas. “Come to Java Java for our signature holiday Peppermint Mocha!” 

“Peppermint.” Holland’s lips spread into a smile as she turned around, moving in the crowd of people towards the shop. “I love peppermint.”

She was starting to understand why people talked to themselves, but it still seemed weird. 

Holland walked towards the shop, smiling at the elf standing outside with a sign in her hand. 

“Hello, kind elf.” Holland waved at her, causing the girl to give her a funny look. “What is a peppermint mocha, and how do I get one?”

“It’s coffee, and you just go inside-” The girl said, her brows raising. “-and pay for one.”

“Oh, that’s easy!” Holland exclaimed. “Thank you for your help! Merry Christmas.”

She reached for the door, pulling at the handle, but it didn’t budge. 

“You push it.” The girl said, her voice trailing off. “The door is a push, not a pull lady.”

Holland’s cheeks grew warm as she pushed the door open, smiling over her shoulder at the girl. 

When she walked into the cafe, she felt like she was back in the North Pole.

Java Java was adorable and Holland was ecstatic to see their decorations. There was tinsel draped over almost every surface, and little reindeer figurines on the counter tops. As she stood in line, she noticed a little girl looking up at her with wide eyes, a little doll in her hands that caught Holland’s attention. The doll looked a bit like her, with white blonde hair and a pretty blue dress. 

Holland was almost confused by it.

“Hello there,” Holland crouched down, pointing at the doll. “What’s her name?”

“Elsa.” The little girl whispered, looking at the doll and then back at Holland. “Are you Elsa?”

“I’m sorry.” Holland glanced up at the sound of someone’s voice. “She’s absolutely obsessed with Frozen and...you do kind of look like Elsa.”

“That’s what I thought when I saw her doll.” Holly smiled at the girl's mother before looking back at the girl. “What does Elsa do?”

“She’s a princess.” The little girl spoke with a lisp due to her missing front teeth. “She can shoot ice from her hands.”

“That’s so cool!” Holland gasped in excitement. “And her dress is so pretty.”

“I want one just like it when I grow up.” The little girl smiled. “I want to be a princess.”

“Well, everyone can be a princess.” Holland said. “I’m a princess.”

“You are?” The girl’s eyes grew wide before she snapped her head up to look at her Mum. “Did you hear that Mummy? She’s a princess.”

“I heard, Maddy.” The mother chuckled, glancing at Holland. “Isn’t that amazing?”

“Can you make me a princess?” Maddy bounced on the balls of her feet. “I want to be a princess just like you and Elsa!”

“Oh, I’m afraid that I can’t make you a princess.” Holly said softly “Being a princess comes from within, Maddy.”

“Like from your tummy?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. 

“Like from your heart.” Holland giggled. “Do you have a kind heart?”

“I think so.” Maddy nodded. “I like to read to the ducks in the park, does that make me kind?”

“I think it might.” Holland nodded. “Being a princess also means that you must be brave, are you brave?”

“I fell off of my bike last week, and I didn’t even cry!” Maddy exclaimed turning back to her mother with a smile.

“That is quite brave.” Holland hummed, tapping her finger against her chin as if she was deep in thought. “Well, I guess that makes you a princess, Maddy.”

“Mummy, I’m a princess!” Maddy cheered out. “Just like Elsa!”

Holland stood up, looking at the Mother as she smiled at her daughter.

“That was really kind of you.” The lady said. “She probably won’t stop talking about it for the rest of her life.”

“I’m glad it made her day just a little brighter.” Holland chuckled, stuffing her hands in her pocket. “She’s a very lovely little girl. You’re doing a wonderful job with her.”

The woman’s face softened, her eyes filling with tears. 

“Thank you.” She said. “I don’t mean to cry, it’s just that...things have been hard since her father passed away.”

“Oh my.” Holland said. “I’m so sorry.”

“She truly is a brave little girl.” The mother wiped under her eyes, sniffling. “She’s been keeping me afloat during this entire thing, and I just...you making her smile has been the best thing that’s happened to us all year.”

Holland’s heart squeezed in her chest, and before she knew it, she was wrapping the woman in a hug. 

“Everything will work out just fine.” Holland whispered. “You’re going to be alright.”

“Thank you.” She hugged Holland back. 

Holland continued talking to Maddy and her mother while they stood in line, and after a little bit of back and forth, she even paid for their drinks and a special treat. She waved them both off when they left the shop, playfully curtsying in honor of Princess Maddy. When Holland went to order her own drink, the girl behind the counter stared back at her with wide eyes. 

“You really do look like Elsa.” She said. “Are you into cosplay?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Holland laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I don’t really know who Elsa is.”

“She’s a cartoon character in a movie.” The girl explained with a chuckle. “It’s called Frozen.”

“I should watch that.” Holland made a mental note. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, it’s Sarah.” The girl pointed to her name tag. “I forgot to ask what you would like, I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite alright!” Holland said. “I would like four of your peppermint mocha drinks and as many of your sugar cookies as I can buy.”

“Oh, okay.” Sarah typed at the screen, nodding her head. “Are you going to drink all of those by yourself?”

“No, I thought that I would pass them out to strangers to brighten their day.” Holland said, pulling the card that her father gifted her from her pocket before handing it over to a chuckling Sarah.

“That’s funny.” Sarah said, handing the card back. 

“Why?” Holland’s brows pulled together. 

“Oh, you were serious.” Sarah said, her face turning to shock. “It’s not a bad thing, I just thought you were being sarcastic.”

“I don’t know what that means.” Holland said softly, her cheeks growing warm. 

It was starting to become a pain, not knowing things. 

“It just means that you’re trying to be silly by saying something that you don’t really mean, but like you mean it….if that makes any sense?” Sarah said. 

“Oh that makes perfect sense.” Holland said it as if she meant it, but she didn’t. 

“Really?” Sarah asked. 

“No, I was actually trying out the sarcastic thing.” Holland giggled. “Did it work?” 

“It did.” Sarah tossed her head back with a loud chuckle. “You’re really funny, um-”

“It’s Holly.” She said. 

“Holly.” Sarah nodded. “I think you’re great.”

“Thanks, I think you’re pretty cool too!” Holland smiled. “I’m sure I’ll see you again if I like this peppermint mocha thing. I really love sugar and sweets.” 

“We’ve got plenty here.” Sarah said. “Have a great day, Holly.” 

“You too, Sarah!” 

When Holland had a tray full of coffee in one hand and a bag full of sugar cookies in the other, she set off in search of something. There was a warm pull in her chest, one that told her Harry was close by. She followed her instinct, turning down several alleyways and small side streets until she found herself standing in front of a black door with chipped paint. 

There was an equally worn sign hanging above the door that read Paradise Records. She did her best to open the door with a full tray of coffee, still upset that no one wanted to take any of the drinks she offered them. Everytime she stopped a stranger, they turned their nose up in disgust before walking off with a sour look on their faces. 

Holland, however, had downed her entire drink. 

She was honestly considering taking another one for herself, if no one else would drink it. It was sweet, and filled with notes of chocolate and peppermint. It was like heaven in a tiny paper cup, and she made a mental note to insist that her father make them a staple at his bakery when she finally made it back home to the North Pole. As Holland walked into the shop, she caught sight of a boy with dirty blonde hair writing something down in a journal. There was another boy with long, dark brown hair sitting on a stool behind the counter with a guitar. 

What she didn’t expect to see as she walked up to the counter, was Harry. 

He walked through a beaded curtain, his eyes trained on a sheet of paper and his brows furrowed. 

“Harry!” Holland chirped out, sitting the tray of drinks and cookies down on the counter. “Oh my garland!”

All three boys turned their attention towards Holland, but she was only looking at Harry. 

“What-” Harry muttered. “How?”

“I don’t know, I just...I was walking and here I am!” She smiled, clapping her mitten covered hands together. “I went to this bakery because I heard someone talking about peppermint mocha, and I love peppermint. So I got one for me, and then I got more for other people, but everyone just looked at me funny when I tried to hand them out. And I met this little girl and I helped her become a princess, and then I learned that I look like Elsa-”

“Holland!” Harry said her name, causing her to take a deep breath. “Breathe.”

“Holland, baby, breathe!” 

The memory of Harry calling her baby while he tried to bring her back to life sent a shock wave of ice water over her body. She stared back at him, her breathing a little heavier as his brows furrowed. He almost seemed worried, as if Holland was going to talk the air out of her lungs. 

“I thought I was bad with coffee.” The boy with short brown hair snorted out a laugh, reaching for a cup. “I’ll drink your peppermint mocha, love.”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Holland said, her eyes still locked on Harry. “Um, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize.” He cleared his throat, dropping his paper to the counter. “Have you never had coffee?”

“No.” She said. “What is it?”

“Magical little beans that give a lot of energy.” The boy said, taking a sip from the paper cup with a hum. “This is so good. Where did you get this?”

“Java Java.” Holland turned towards the boy with a small smile. “There was a really lovely lady named Sarah there that made them for me.”

“Mitch!” The boy smiled, looking over at the boy with long hair as he stopped playing guitar. “Did you hear that? Sarah made these.” 

“Shut up, Niall.” Mitch grumbled. 

“Do you know Sarah?” Holland turned towards Mitch as her smile grew. “I love Sarah, she’s such a wonderful person.”

“She’s cool.” He nodded, offering Holland a small smile. 

“Mitchell has a crush on Sarah.” Niall snickered, glancing at Mitch.

“Oh!” Holland chirped, looking between both boys. “Having a crush is a lot of fun, isn’t it! I have one on Harry.”

“Okay!” Harry interrupted, dropping the papers to the countertop. “I’m getting my coat and walking you home, I think you’ve had enough excitement for the day.”

“Harry’s got a girlfriend.” Niall sang out, but his voice was cut off as Harry landed a smack to the back of his head. 

Holland pressed her mitten covered hands to her lips, watching with wide eyes. 

“That’s for sleeping with my sister.” Harry said. “And for teasing.”

“Oh, c’mon.” Niall groaned out, looking over at Mitch as he smirked. 

“He said you would get it when you least expected it.” Mitch shrugged, going back to playing his guitar. “You deserved that one.”

“Is having a crush on Harry a bad thing?” Holland asked. “Why did he hit Niall?”

“Because Niall is dating Harry’s sister.” Mitch said. “And Niall and Harry are best friends.”

“My brother is dating my best friend.” Holland said. “Pippa and Nick are very happy together! That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

“No, it’s not, but Niall is an arse.” Harry’s voice made Holland’s heart rate pick up. “Let’s go.”

“It was lovely to meet you!” Holland waved at Mitch and Niall. “I’ll see you again soon!”

“Oh, definitely.” Niall chuckled. “Goodbye!”

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Harry’s POV

Harry guided Holland out of the shop with his hand hovering over her lower back. 

He made a mental note to never give her coffee ever again. He had never seen anyone talk so fast before in his life, and he knew Niall, for fuck’s sake. When they made it into the cold, London air, Holland curled in on herself. Harry felt a jolt of panic rush through his bones, reminders of her cold body lying on ice flashing before his eyes. He couldn’t explain the itch he got in his arms, but the urge to hold her close was almost unbearable. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

“Is this alright?” He asked her, his cheeks burning up as she smiled at him. “You look cold so I thought-”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” She said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your friends, Harry.” 

“You didn’t.” He said quickly. “But they don’t know about you, or my dreams.”

He felt horrible for keeping things from them, but he couldn’t tell them about her. 

They would think he was certifiable, especially now that she was real.

“I didn’t tell my friends, either.” Holland said softly. “I thought they would be afraid of me if I told them.”

Harry’s eyes snapped towards hers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

“I don’t think anyone could be afraid of you, Holland.” He chuckled, tightening his arm around her waist as a crowd of people rushed by them. “You’re like Bambi.”

“Okay, first I was Elsa, and now I’m Bambi!” She tossed her hands in the air, causing Harry to laugh at the adorable expression on her face. “I don’t know what any of that means...well, I know now that Elsa is a princess who has ice in her hands.”

“Something like that.” Harry laughed softly. “And Bambi is a baby deer who has a lot of trouble walking.”

“I walk perfectly fine.” Holland frowned at Harry, her lips pouting out in a way that made him want to fall to his knees. “Well, except for when I skip to my death on a frozen lake.”

“That was too soon.” Harry shook his head, his fingers grasping at her coat protectively as his expression shifted. “That’s not funny, Holland.” 

“Gumdrop, you need to smile more.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m starting to think that might be the reason you lost your Christmas spirit.”

Harry stopped in his tracks, his blood running colder than the wind whipping around them. 

His arm slipped from around her waist slowly. 

“What did you say?” He watched Holland turn to stand in front of him, her eyes wide and her lips pressed together.

“Your Christmas spirit? It’s kind of in danger.” She said softly, glancing down at her feet. “And it’s my job to fix it.” 

Christmas spirit. 

There were thousands of questions running through his mind. 

But shamefully, his first reaction was harsh defense to get her to back off. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He let out a bitter laugh, brushing his fingers through his hair, fluffing up the curly strands. “You can’t fix me, I’m not bloody broken just because I don’t like Christmas.”

“I’m not trying to fix you, Harry.” She said. “Your soul is just a little lost and I’m just here to help restore it.”

“That’s basically the same thing as fixing me.” He snapped, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “If that’s what you’re really here for, you can go back to wherever you came from, because you can’t make it better.”

“I can try.” She said. “I don’t know what happened, and I don’t expect you to tell me, but I can try to make things better.”

“I don’t need your pity.” He snarled. “I don’t need anyone.”

“Well, I need you.” She said quickly, her hands reaching out for him. “I need you in my life, Harry.”

“I can’t save you.” He shook his head. “I’ve been trying to save you for sixteen years, Holland, and I can’t do it.”

“That’s just a nightmare.” She said. “When it happens in real life, you’ll save me because you have to.”

“I can’t.” He whispered as she moved closer to him. “I can’t just watch you die, Holland.”

“You won’t.” She tentatively slipped her arms around his abdomen, the familiar scent catching Harry’s attention as she rested her cheek against his chest. “We’re going to figure this out, I promise.”

Harry melted in her arms, sliding his own around her body as he pressed his nose into the soft material of her bright red coat. He inhaled sharply, the scent of berries and clove soothing his senses. He couldn't be upset with her, no matter how hard he tried. So he gave in as her fingers toyed with the ends of his long curls, and her breath warming up his neck. 

He needed her too. 

And he couldn’t explain it, but his heart ached for her. 

“How?” He whispered against her shoulder before lifting his head up to look down at her. “How can we figure this out?”

“I’m working on it.” She gave him a smile that was meant to be reassuring, but he could see through her facade. “I’m doing everything I can to fix this, Harry, but I need you to let me in just a little. I can’t do this without you.”

He swallowed around the lump in his throat, nodding.

“That’s going to be hard.” He said. “I don’t let anyone in.”

“Well, I promise to treat your soul and your heart kindly.” She said. “Seeing you down makes me feel down, Harry. I would never hurt you, ever.”

“I’ve already hurt you, haven’t I?” He said softly, lifting a hand to brush a few strands of hair from her face. “I’ve hurt your feelings.”

“You just…” She licked over her bottom lip, and Harry bit back a groan at the sight of her candy pink tongue. “You can be a bit...well, like Scrooge sometimes.”

“Ow.” Harry said, a smile pulling at his lips as Holland tried to hold back her own. “That hurt my feelings.”

Her face fell, and Harry’s eyes grew wide. 

“No, Holland, I didn’t mean that seriously.” He said. “I was just-”

“Being sarcastic.” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Sarah taught me about that today.”

“Did she?” Harry chuckled. “Sarah is really lovely.”

“She is.” Holland nodded, her eyes glancing up towards the sky as she thought aloud. “And I think she’s gonna marry Mitch.”

Harry’s eyes grew wide, his arms tightening around Holland’s waist in shock. 

“Excuse me?” Harry asked, his heart beating faster. “What?”

“I don’t know, after I saw Mitch, I just kept picturing Sarah in this lovely white dress with flowers in her hair.” Holly looked back at Harry. “What?”

“Are you a psychic or something?” He asked softly. “Like, can you see the future? Is that why we keep having those dreams? And why is it me that’s meant to save you? Why did you chose me, I don’t-”

“Harry.” Holland lifted her hand, brushing her fingers over his cheek. “Breathe, gumdrop.”

Breathe. 

He inhaled sharply before letting out a long exhale. 

“I have a lot of questions.” He shook his head, biting at the inside of his cheek. “Do you...would you like to talk about it with me over dinner?”

Holland raised her brows, pressing her lips together as Harry tried not to squirm. 

“Are you asking me out on a date, gumdrop?” She sang softly, swaying on her feet as Harry dropped his head back, groaning.

“If I was, would you say yes?” He glanced at her, tilting his head forward slightly. 

“Yes.” She said. “I said I have a crush on you, what makes you think that I would say no?”

Harry tried to fight off the smile creeping up on his lips.

“You’re really cute.” He said softly. “And I hate that you make me feel like a fucking kid, but I also really like it. I haven’t been this...reckless in a really long time.”

“Well, I’m yours for-” Holland snapped her mouth shut, shaking her head. “We’ll save that for dinner, yeah?” 

“Whatever you say.” He chuckled, brushing his palms over her back. “Let’s get you home, okay? It’s cold out here and I don’t want you freezing to death.” 

Harry blinked rapidly after he spoke, the weight of his words sinking in as Holland let out a loud laugh. She tilted her head back, slapping her mitten covered palm over her mouth as Harry inhaled through his nose, his lips smashing together as he nodded. 

“Let’s just forget that I said that.” Harry cleared his throat awkwardly as Holland laughed loudly. “C’mon, Bambi.”

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Holland’s POV

Holland spent three hours looking for something to wear to dinner with Harry. 

They weren’t actually going anywhere, but she still wanted to look nice for him. 

Before Harry left Holland on her doorstep, they made a plan to get pizza (because Harry learned that Holland had never had pizza before) and talk. They didn’t put any pressure on the evening by going into detail on what they would talk about, but she could tell that Harry was having an internal battle as he said goodbye to her. He brushed his knuckles over her cheek before he took off down the hallway of their complex, his head ducked down and his hands in his pockets. Holland smiled the entire time she watched him walk away, her heart fluttering. 

She spent most of her afternoon dancing around and singing to herself. It was the first time in her life that she would be just a normal girl, not Santa’s daughter or a Christmas Princess. She would just be Holland, a girl living in London, eating pizza with her soulmate. She couldn’t wait to learn more about Harry and his life, and her mind was reeling with questions to ask him. 

Holland decided to wear a blush colored sweater with little pearls stitched into the fabric, and a pair of light wash jeans. She put on some fuzzy socks so that her toes wouldn’t get cold, and she tossed her hair up so that it would stay out of the way while she was eating pizza. She wasn’t sure what eating pizza entailed, or what it was, but she didn’t want her hair getting in the way. When her hair was up, she tried out the new lip product that a lady sold to her a few days ago when she was in Harrods. She let out a soft ooh when she swiped it over her lips, smiling. 

When she was done with the lipstick, a series of knocks pulled her attention from the mirror in her bathroom. Harry was home, and she could feel it in her chest. 

When she opened the door, Harry stood there with his hands in his coat pockets, and a sympathetic smile on his lips. Holland raised her brows when she saw Niall and Mitch behind Harry, both standing there with smug smirks on their own lips. 

“So, I know that we were supposed to have pizza tonight.” Harry cleared his throat. “But I forgot that it was Wednesday, and that I had plans with these two idiots tonight.”

“Hey, I am not an idiot.” Mitch pushed Harry’s shoulder with a scowl. “Niall might be, but I’m not.”

“Hey!” Niall glared at Mitch. “That was rude.”

Holland tried not to laugh, rolling her lips in as Harry closed his eyes and let out a sigh. 

She could sense his frustration by more than the look on his face. 

“It’s okay, Harry.” Holland smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders. “We can do pizza tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, we can.” He opened his eyes, nodding. “But I also wanted to ask if you would like to join us? My sister will be there, and so will Sarah.”

“Sarah!” Holland smiled wider. “Let me get my shoes!” 

“You might have some competition, mate.” Niall chuckled, but he quickly stopped when Harry shot a glare over his shoulder to Niall. “I’m starting to think she has a crush on Sarah too.”

“Oh, Sarah is very pretty, but I only like Harry.” Holland moved aside, opening her arms out as Harry smirked back at her. “Come on in while I get my shoes on.”

When all three boys entered her apartment, they stopped in their tracks. 

“It’s a winter wonderland in here.” Niall cheered out as he rushed towards the small table by her sliding glass door that led to the balcony. “Look at this little Christmas village.”

“Oh my god.” Harry whispered, his eyes growing wide as he took it all in. “Fuck me.”

Mitch slapped a hand down on Harry’s shoulder. 

“You okay?” He asked softly. “I know Christmas isn’t your favorite-”

“I’m fine.” Harry said, turning back to Mitch. “I don’t know why, but...it doesn’t bother me.”

“It’s because you’re in love.” Mitch squeezed his shoulder. “Welcome to ‘Pining over girls that are way too good for miserable sods like us anonymous’. We have complimentary tequila and tissues at the door.” 

Holland tried not to hug Harry after she heard him say that her decorations weren’t a bother. 

Instead, she walked back to her bedroom in search of shoes and a coat. 

She pulled a long, tan coat from her closet before she dropped it on her bed. As she bent over, looking for shoes in the bottom of her closet, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. 

“Knock, knock.” 

Holland lifted her head up, turning around to see Harry leaning against her doorway with his arms crossed and a smile on his lips. 

“Hi.” She had one boot in her hand, her hair a little mussed up from the clothes that brushed over it. “Hi.”

“You said that already.” Harry chuckled, pushing himself off of the doorway before walking towards her. “You okay?” 

“Just a little…” She paused, trying to find the word. “You’re pretty, and it’s distracting sometimes, that’s all.”

Harry stopped in his tracks, his cheeks turning pink as Holland smiled. 

“You just say whatever pops into your pretty little head, don’t you?” He mumbled, watching her with curious eyes as she nodded. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asked. “Keeping things to yourself is no fun, and I really enjoy when your face looks like a surprised frog.”

“Excuse me?” He parted his lips, staring back at her as she laughed. “You know, I was coming back here to apologize for the whole pizza thing, but I’m not doing that now.”

“There’s no need to apologize.” She rolled her eyes, pressing a palm against her wall as she tried to wriggle her foot into a boot. “It’s been a really weird week for both of us, and I can’t blame you for being a little forgetful.”

“I was really looking forward to us finally talking about this whole thing.” He cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets as Holland reached for another shoe. “I just want to figure out how to keep that man from hurting you, Holland. I think if he did hurt you, it might kill me, and I don’t understand why I feel that way about you when I hardly know you.”

She couldn’t tell him that it would kill him if she died, not yet at least.  

“Let’s not think about it tonight.” She grunted, sliding her left foot into her boot before she zipped it up. “Let’s just have fun! Show me what it’s like having fun in London.”

“Do you really want that?” Harry asked. “You want the proper London welcome?”

“The whole shebang.” Holland nodded, sliding her coat onto her arms before she stopped in front of him with a bright smile. “I want you to show me what you do for fun, gumdrop.” 

“Alright.” Harry smiled back at her, brushing his thumb softly over her chin before bumping his forefinger under it as she giggled. “Let’s get this show on the road, Bambi.”

**

Harry’s POV

“Here you are.” Niall placed a glass of red wine in front of Holland before handing Harry the beer that Holland insisted he get. “And for you, H.”

It was a gingerbread stout, the liquid dark as it sloshed in the glass. 

Harry only ordered it because Holland wanted to know what it tasted like. She claimed that he smelled like gingerbread and she wanted to have a sip of the stout to see if it would remind her of him. He knew that he probably wouldn’t drink it anyways, even if Holland didn’t want it. He was more concerned about his sister meeting Holland, and getting Holland back home safely. 

He lifted his glass to his lips, taking a small sip as Holland watched him like a hawk. It definitely tasted like gingerbread, and it almost made Harry tense up in his seat at the memories it brought back to his mind. But Holland pressed her hand to Harry’s arm, and it calmed him down almost immediately. Her curious eyes distracted him as he put the glass down. 

“Does it taste like cookies?” She asked him, batting her lashes as she leaned down to sniff at it, causing her nose to scrunch up. “It doesn’t smell like cookies.”

“Have a sip.” Harry handed her the glass, watching her eyeball it as if it were going to jump out and bite her. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Alright.” She whispered, pressing the glass to her lips before she sipped. 

When she pulled it away, she narrowed her eyes in a comical manner before lifting it to her lips again for another sip. 

“I do like it.” She said. 

“Do you want that one instead of yours?” Harry asked. “I don’t mind switching.” 

“I haven’t tasted mine yet.” Holland set the stout down on the table, reaching for the glass of red wine that she picked for its name. Holland Oaks Mulled Christmas Wine. “I wonder if it tastes like berries.”

I wonder if your lips taste like berries. 

Harry shook the thought from his head, watching Holland take a sip of the red liquid before she pulled it away with a sour look on her face. He tried not to laugh as she reached for the stout, taking a large sip to drown out the taste of the wine on her tongue. Harry covered his mouth with his fingers, holding in a laugh as Holland shook her head, a small shiver causing her shoulders to roll. 

“I don’t like that one.” She muttered, shaking her head. “They should take my name off of it.” 

“Hmmm, I’ll see what I can do about that, love.” Harry took the wine glass, taking a sip as Holland moved the stout in front of her. He took a swig, shrugging his shoulders before he sat the glass down. “I think it’s nice. It kind of reminds me of your perfume.”

“Oh, I don’t wear perfume.” Holland said. “It’s my aura.” 

“What?” Harry blinked back at Holland as she nodded. “Your aura?”

“Yeah, it’s berry and cloves.” She smiled. “I think I like this one because it’s your aura. You always smell like warm gingerbread and spice.” 

Harry held his breath, tilting his head as he tried to find the words to say. 

“We’ll save that for the pizza talk.” Holland patted his shoulder gently. “I’ll explain it later.”

“Please.” He nodded, reaching for his wine to take another sip.

He put it down immediately, remembering her words. 

Berry and cloves. 

“Slap me on the ass and call me Sally, is my brother drinking wine?” Harry groaned when he felt Gemma ruffle his hair. “Hiya, doll.”

“You’re an asshole.” Harry grumbled, swatting her hand away. “Hi.”

“Sarah!” Holland exclaimed, causing Harry to turn his head towards her as she straightened out her spine. 

“Holly.” Sarah looked just as surprised and excited to see Holland. “I didn’t know you knew Mitch and everyone.” 

Mitch and everyone. 

Harry tried not to smirk at that, but he made sure to nudge Mitch’s calf under the table. 

“Yeah, Harry is my neighbor.” Holland smiled back at Harry before accepting Sarah’s hug. “I loved that peppermint mocha drink you made me today, but Harry says I shouldn't have anymore.”

“Oh, did he?” Gemma took her coat off, draping it over her chair before she sat down next to Niall with raised brows. “Why is that, Harry?”

“She’s worse than Niall.” Harry defended, pointing towards the Irish lad. “Nearly talked until she passed out earlier, it was crazy.”

Gemma rolled her eyes, leaning over to kiss Niall. 

“I don’t want to see that.” Harry slapped his hands over his eyes in a childlike manner causing Holland to giggle. “That’s gross.” 

When he peeked between his fingers, Gemma looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“What?” He lowered his hands, looking behind him. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head, clearing her throat before she turned her attention towards Holland. “So, I’m Gemma.”

“That’s such a beautiful name.” Holland said. “It’s very nice to meet you, Gemma. My name is Holland, but you can just call me Holly.” 

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, too, Holly.” Gemma gave her a soft smile before lifting her menu up. “So, what are we eating today, lads.” 

Harry watched Holland look down at the menu in front of her, her brows furrowing as she read over the items listed. He leaned closer, sliding his arm over the back of her chair to look with her. He felt her lean in closer, settling into his side ever so slightly as she hummed. 

“What do you like to eat?” He asked her, brushing his fingers over her bicep. “Do you have a special diet or anything?” 

“No.” She shook her head, glancing at him before looking back at the menu. “I really only like to eat sugar.”

“With the energy you have,I’m not shocked by that.” He chuckled. “Do you want me to help you find something?”

“I’m sure she can order her own food, Harry.” Gemma piped up. “Give her some breathing room, why don’t you?” 

“Oh, I have plenty of breathing room!” Holland was so naive and innocent at times that it made Harry just want to wrap her in a blanket and hide her away. “And Harry smells nice, so I don’t mind.” 

He felt his cheeks grow hot at her words, his fingers pressing into her bicep as he glared at Gemma. She sat with a smirk on her lips, glancing back at her menu as Niall cackled. 

“So-” Harry cleared his throat. “Chips are a must.” 

“Okay, so let’s get some.” She said. “What are they?” 

“Fried potatoes.” He said. “We’ll dip ‘em in ketchup.”

“And malt vinegar.” Gemma said. 

“No malt vinegar, it’s gross.” Harry scrunched up his nose as Holland looked over at Gemma. 

“It’s the proper way to eat chips, Harry.” Gemma sang under her breath. 

“Then let’s try it with that.” Holland had a soft pout on her lips, the pink lipstick she smeared over her beautiful berry lips almost gone. He couldn’t wait for it to disappear so that he could see the natural red shade that sent his heart soaring. “I want to do it right.”

“Malt vinegar on the side, then.” He said. “Do you like fish?”

“I’ve never eaten a fish.” She said. “Is it good?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” He assured her. “Maybe we’ll do fish and chips?”

“You don’t have to order the same dish as me, Harry.” Holland said. “You can order whatever you want, I’ll be fine.” 

“Well, there’s also cottage pie-” Harry started, but Holland’s soft gasp cut him off. “What?” 

“I can have pie for dinner?” Her eyes grew wide, causing Harry to chuckle. “I want that.”

“Well, it’s not like regular pie.” He said. “It’s got meat and-” 

“But it’s pie.” She smiled. “For dinner.” 

“Okay, pie for dinner it is.” He said. “I’ll order the fish and chips just in case.“

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Holland ended up eating Harry’s fish and chips. 

He wanted the cottage pie anyways, so it worked out. 

When she took her first bite of the pie, she looked utterly disgusted and betrayed. He tried to warn her that it wasn’t like dessert pie, but he was almost glad that she didn’t like it. The little scrunch to her nose and the shake of her head had him chuckling. He took the dish, passing his fish and chips over to her before pressing a subtle kiss to her temple. He hoped that no one else saw him do it, but when he looked up Mitch was smirking at him from the other side of the table. 

“Holland.” Harry whispered her name. “Do you know what the world's largest island is?” 

“Greenland.” She said it out loud, slapping her hand over her mouth when everyone shushed her. “Sorry.” 

“I’m sure the pricks behind us stole the answer to that question too.” Niall grumbled. “Cheaters.”

They were winning trivia at least. 

It was all thanks to Holland and her magical brain. 

For someone who knew so little about the modern world, she knew a lot about history and geography. Harry carried most of the music questions alongside Mitch, Gemma carried the math questions, and Niall and Sarah carried pop culture. It was the perfect team, and they were kicking ass. Harry was proud of Holland, and he made sure to bump his knee to hers subtly whenever she gave him an answer. If it was a correct answer, he would squeeze her knee. 

He checked in with her often, asking if it was okay for him to touch her in that way. He almost died when she gave him a shy smile before telling him that she liked it a lot. He couldn’t keep his hands away from her then, always finding some part of her to touch respectively. 

Harry handed the last sheet in to Hank, the guy who ran the trivia scene, before he dropped his hand to Holland’s thigh. She rested her head on his shoulder, covering her mouth as she yawned. Harry decided then that it was probably time for them to go home. They had a lot going on, and it was starting to take a toll on him as well. He was glad that Holland had the chance to let go for the night, sipping at her gingerbread stout while she laughed with her new friends. 

Something inside of Harry clicked when Gemma and Holland shared a knowing look before laughing, as if they already had inside jokes. It dawned on him that he needed her in his life just as much as she needed him, and he wasn’t about to let some slimy iceman drown the girl that he was falling in love with. Harry supposed that his touches weren’t only to show Holland his affection, but they were also a byproduct of his protective nature that was clawing its way into the front of his mind. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Harry squeezed her thigh, turning to kiss the top of her head. “Get your coat on, love.”

“Gumdrop, you’re having fun with your friends.” Holland lifted her head, pouting at him. “I’m okay, you can keep playing.”

“Don’t you dare leave us now.” Niall said. “We’re actually winning for once, mate! Don’t take our brainiac away from us.”

“We’re tired.” Harry rolled his eyes at Niall, tossing a note onto the table. “We’re gonna go to bed at a decent hour, unlike some of you heathens.”

“Oi, I’ll be tucked in bed before ten!” Gemma said. 

“Really?” Niall looked at Gemma with a frown. “But, it’s Wednesday.”

“Holland, darling, are you ready to go?” Harry tried to change the topic, unsure that he wanted to know about Wednesday’s with Niall in his sister’s household. 

“Yeah, I'm ready.” Holland draped her scarf over her neck, smiling at everyone as Harry moved beside her. “It was really nice to see you all again, I had so much fun.”

“Harry, I need Holland’s phone number.” Gemma said. “Send it over to me.”

“No.” Harry said plainly. “Goodnight, I love you all. Be good!”

Harry guided Holland out of the pub, sliding his arm around her waist as she leaned into him. 

They didn’t talk much on the walk back, merely holding onto each other as they stumbled towards their building. Harry let Holland wrap herself around him in the lift, her head pressed to his chest as it moved slowly from floor to floor. He made sure to rub his palms over her back just how she liked, his heart swelling when she let out soft little hums. 

“I feel warm and fuzzy.” She whispered. 

“Is it because of me or the alcohol?” 

“I think it’s both.” She lifted her head with a soft giggle, looking up at Harry. “I think I like alcohol.”

“Wait until you have your first hangover, you’ll change your mind.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Let’s get you tucked into bed, you look drained.”

“I feel drained.” She yawned, pulling away from Harry before she stumbled into the hallway. 

Harry chuckled as he watched Holland stumble up to her door. 

She turned around to look at him with a pout after she unlocked the door, pushing it open. 

“Well, I guess this is it.” She whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow for pizza?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling as she scrunched her nose up. “What?”

“Nothing, I just…” She sighed. “I think I might miss you tonight, that’s all.” 

Harry’s heart was beating so loud that he could hear it in his ears. 

“I’ll miss you too.” He lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “But you need some rest.”

“So do you.” She whispered, giving him a soft smile. “And you know where I am if you need me.”

“I do.” His head moved closer to hers, and he watched her breath hitch in her throat. “Do you want me to kiss you, Holland?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate, giving him a soft nod. “Kiss me, please.”

It was a quick peck at first, but it sent sparks shooting in the night sky. 

Holland’s eyes slipped shut as she grabbed Harry’s sides, pulling him closer to her body as he chuckled against her lips. She caught him off guard with another kiss, her tender lips moving over his so passionately that he thought he might fall in love with kissing her right then and there. He didn’t waste time, cupping both of her cheeks as he let his tongue swipe over her bottom lip. She parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to massage over her own. 

Berries and clove. 

That was all he could taste, all he could smell. 

“Fuck.” He pulled back, gasping softly as Holland whimpered. “Holland, we should slow down. We’re both exhausted and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to...we should just slow down.”

“Okay.” She nodded, clearly still breathless. “I um...goodnight, Harry.” 

“Goodnight.” He pressed his forehead to hers, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Holland’s POV 

“No.” Harry held Holland’s hands tight in his own, holding her back as her body started to move towards the ice. “No, Holland. Stay with me.”

“I have to go.” She whispered. “You know that I have to.”

“I can’t watch you die.” He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to her own. “Baby, I can’t let you go.”

“But you can.” She gave him a soft smile. “You know that it’s the only way.”

When Jack Frost pulled her under, Holland didn’t fight. 

She was tired of fighting it, tired of trying to survive when she knew that she was doomed. 

She just wanted it all to be over so that she could sleep peacefully. 

Holland woke up with a gasp, sitting up straight in bed in a daze. 

It took her a second to realize that someone was knocking, but when she did realize it, she nearly tripped over her duvet on her way out of bed. She rushed to her front door, flinging it open without hesitation. Harry plowed into her, wrapping his arms around her as tears sprung to her eyes. She clenched them shut, swinging her door closed as Harry sobbed into her hair. 

“Why didn’t you fight?” He croaked out. “You didn’t try this time, Holland.”

“I was just so tired.” She brushed her palm over his back, tucking her nose against his shoulder as she tried to soothe him. “I’ve had a long day. I didn’t have the energy to fight him, gumdrop.”

“Please don’t ever do that again.” He pulled away, grasping her face before he pressed a series of damp kisses over her cheeks. “Please, promise that you’ll always fight him, baby. Don’t let him win like that.”

Holland lifted her hands, brushing her thumbs over the outside of his wrists as she curled her fingers around his forearms. 

“I love it when you call me baby.” She confessed, looking into Harry’s eyes as he tried to catch his breath. “It’s alright, gumdrop, just breathe.”

They stood there for a few minutes, Holland rubbing soothing circles over Harry’s wrist as he stared into her eyes. It didn’t take long for him to calm down with her in eyesight. Holland noticed his chest slowing down, no more haggard breaths ripping from his nose as he tried to hold back tears. When he was done crying, she wiped at his cheeks with her fingers before she brushed his hair over his shoulder. Holland brushed her palm over his t-shirt covered chest before she grabbed one of his hands in her own with a soft smile. 

“C’mon.” She said softly, reaching for her flat key hanging on the key hook by her door.

She pulled Harry behind her, despite the heaviness in her limbs threatening to drag her down to the floor. She locked up her flat before turning towards Harry’s, not at all shocked when she saw the door wide open. She walked into his flat, familiar with the floorplan that was nearly identical to her own. Harry followed behind her without a word, his fingers holding onto her for dear life.

“What are we doing?” Harry’s voice was raspy and rough as Holland pushed into his bedroom, walking him straight towards his side of the bed. “Holland?”

“I’m sleeping with you tonight.” She whispered, turning back to him with a soft smile. “Get comfy, okay?”

“Do you think it will help?” He asked, climbing onto his side of the bed as Holland walked around to the other side. “It’s never helped me before, sleeping with other people.” 

Holland had to admit that hurt just a little. 

“Um, it should.” She said. “I read about it in a book, actually. I think it will keep us both from dreaming.”

She did read it in a book, but it wasn’t one that Harry could get his hands on. It was a book that Morpheus  gave her, and it touched on the topic of soulmates. Holland read about shared dreams between soulmates, and how nightmares could stop if they slept near each other. The closer the souls were, the less likely they were to have nightmares. Holland hoped for both of their sakes that it was true. She just needed a peaceful night’s sleep to regain her strength. 

“Who is that man?” Harry rested his head on his pillow as Holland slipped her legs under the duvet. “Why is he doing this to us?”

“Do you promise not to laugh at me if I tell you who he is?” Holland settled her head on the pillow next to Harry’s, letting out a sigh as she turned on her side.

“I promise.” Harry turned on his side, his knees knocking into hers. 

“It’s Jack Frost.” She said. “And he’s trying to take our power.”

“What power?” He asked. “Why does Jack Frost need power?” 

“Harry, let’s save it for tomorrow, okay?” She leaned forward, kissing his forehead before she fell against her own pillow. “I’m so tired.” 

“Tomorrow.” He lifted his hand, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as her eyes slowly slipped shut.

[ibelongtowrath]

Come Find Me - Mammon x Reader

reuploading cause of tags lol let’s hope they work this time, also sorry i forgot to put the “read more” oop

Tags/Warnings: angst, lots of angst & mild cursing Word Count: 3.9k Notes: I tried switching perspectives, which are indicated by the dashed lines. I hope it doesn't make it too confusing! I was listening to “Give You Up” by Asking Alexandria, like really listening to the lyrics when I was smacked in the face struck by inspiration for some angsty Mammon. So, as I do, I dreamed up a scenario. This took me so long to write, and holy crap. Hope you love it!

Lyrics taken from 'Give You Up' by Asking Alexandria. 

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11 months later.

“I wasted so much time on wasting time Made a million excuses, told myself I'm above it Now there's symphony where there used to be Nothing but silence, and I'm never gonna give you up”

Pulling open the closet door to find that one shirt you remember buying, but can’t for the life of you remember where it is, you wince. Clothes and shoes are strewn everywhere, organization severely neglected as of late. You hadn’t really been inspired to straighten out your mess, not since--

No. You shake your head, suppressing the memories. Not now, not for a long time...until it stops feeling like a hot knife is carving your heart in half whenever his name flashes across your mind.

Your eyes scan and assess the mess, landing on a black duffel bag shoved into the corner, emblazoned with an all-too-familiar gold badge. Your eyes close briefly, letting the familiar icy pain wash over you, as if you’ve been walking into the winter ocean until your entire body is submerged. You stare at the bag until your vision blurs, surprised to find yourself blinking away tears as you come back to reality.

You told yourself you wouldn’t leave the Devildom with any regrets, but you did.

“Okay. Well. We’re just going to deal with this now, and bury it,” you tell yourself, needing to hear yourself say it out loud as your own affirmation.

It was finally time to face the anguish head on, instead of compartmentalizing it, telling yourself you would process it eventually. Picking up the bag, you slowly back out of the closet, a torrent of emotions beginning to well up inside you, threatening to wreak havoc. You close your eyes. Breathe, Y/N, breathe. Step back, and lean against the wall, subdue the onslaught.

Tossing the bag onto your bed, you sit beside it, hand reaching slowly to grasp the zipper. Once undone, you reach inside and pull out your R.A.D uniform, skimming the small buttons embedded in the stitching. You smile softly as you remember Asmo pouting every time you complained about how ill-fitting it was. Your hand moves to the golden R.A.D. medallion, your fingers dancing over the hard, intricately grooved surface.

Folding the uniform and setting it aside, you reach into the bag once more, fingers brushing something hard and flat. Confused, you lift your hand, finding yourself grasping your D.D.D.. Your eyes study the yellow smart phone, remembering how he insisted...Fuck. The memories begin to crash into the forefront of your mind.

“Wait, Lucifer, ya gotta give her a yellow one! She’s gotta match with me! N-not that it’s all that important or anything...” Mammon blushed, looking down towards the floor.

“I-I just think...yellow’s a good color to have. That’s all. Symbolizes a lot ‘a different good things. Luck, lotsa Grimm...thank me later.”

You didn’t know it at the time, but that was the start of your undoing.

You came to the Devildom harboring resentment. Why the hell did you have to get uprooted from your life to serve someone else’s agenda? And not only that, but you had to live with seven fallen demon brothers, many of whom barely hesitated as they considered killing you. But...then there was Mammon.

It was always him, even when you refused to acknowledge it. The first demon you made a pact with. You slide your shirt down your arm, glancing at your now-bare shoulder, remembering the slight jolt of electricity as the sigil was emblazoned into your skin. You smile softly as you remember his persistent boasting, nearly on a daily basis:

“I’m Y/N’s first man! So get your paws off her!”

Mammon. Always so stand-offish about his feelings, but so were you. That resentment you bore dug deep into your core. Your heart was indifferent. You challenged Lucifer and the other demons without inhibition, consistently getting yourself nearly killed. You disobeyed the rules and expectations designated to you as one of the representatives of the human world. You did it all with no qualms about the potential consequences, even if it could have resulted in your death. You had given up. You didn’t give a fuck anymore, so bring it on.

They all gave a fuck about you, though, even if it was mostly because Lord Diavolo forbade the killing of the human students. But Mammon…

It was more than that for him. He grabbed your hand in the face of danger, thinking he could protect you. Despite his constant denial of how he felt for you, you could see it. Not only that, your feelings mirrored his; but you were so stubborn, you were headstrong. You were not going to let yourself fall, especially not for the Avatar of Greed. You had convinced yourself that he would be a selfish lover, always putting himself first. All he would do is take from you. After all, the demon was in love with his goddamn credit card.

You were so wrong.

Turning the phone over and over in your hands aimlessly, you remember it all. How easy it was for you to keep falling back into the darkness within you, the anger and resentment you bore deep in your heart. It was easy, it was familiar. Until...

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Mammon remembers that night. He’s replayed so many times in his head, there isn’t a single detail he can’t remember.

As usual, his brothers teased him relentlessly; this time, they had gone too far.

“Oh! Y/N, I dropped my fork by your foot, would you mind being a dear and grabbing it for me?” Asmo asked, innocently enough.

Mammon had looked up upon hearing your name. He watched as you bent down and struggled to pick up the dropped fork, too far away to grab from your seat. His gaze remained on you as you stood, bending behind you to pick it up; then, Asmo lifting his hand to give you a playful slap on the ass. Then back to you, your beautiful lips upturned in a playful, flirty smile as you laughed and handed Asmo the fork.

Mammon’s anger blazed, his vision tinged red. It was like a knee-jerk reaction, the movements required no thought. He stood from his chair, nearly kicking it in, half-eaten plate of food abandoned. Wordlessly, he took his leave, the torrent of emotions welled up inside threatening to erupt. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to react, that it was only going to add more fuel to the fire for their teasing.

But he didn’t care. They took it too far, touching his human like that. He had laid his claim for you thousands of times, spelled it out, and everyone knew. Yet, it didn’t stop them. Mammon was forever the brother ridiculed and mocked most, despite being the second-oldest; his brothers’ contempt for him was never-ending. The constant jeers and derision about himself and his sin, he had put up with for millennia; but their taunting and blatant disregard of his feelings for you?

He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Mammon was on autopilot, barely feeling the movements as he walked swiftly throughout the halls of the House of Lamentation. He doesn’t even recall if he took a single breath on his journey back to his bedroom. He gripped the doorknob of his room, knuckles turning white as he nearly ripped it out while turning it. He stepped inside, slamming the door with a residual bang!, so loud that surely even Lord Diavolo could hear it in his castle.

His feet moved him to his bed, where he sat on the edge, head in his hands. He clenched his jaw, hard, in an attempt to subdue the anger pulsing within him. It wasn’t only anger, however, that was welled up inside. There was humiliation, resentment, and feelings of hopelessness; all directed at himself. Mammon clenched harder, hands beginning to shake as the emotions swelled furiously.

No matter what he did, he felt like he failed. He felt an overwhelming desire to protect what was his, and he had even failed at that. Mammon isn’t sure how long he stayed that way, caught in the middle of the emotional thunderstorm, staring at his hands but not actually seeing.

In his trance, he barely heard the knock on his door; three light taps, then one loud one. Your signature knock. It didn’t even register in his mind. He wishes he looked up to see you when you walked across his room to his bed. He only noticed when you grabbed his arm, gently, in that way your touch always was. He lifted his head slowly, the feelings of hopelessness finally starting to ebb when his melancholy gaze met your serene one.

There you stood, in all your beautiful glory. Your hair hung in glossy rivulets down your back, a stray piece hanging in front of your face; Mammon wanted nothing more than to reach up and tuck it behind your ear. Your face, your beautiful face, wore an expression that simultaneously made his heart race and feel peaceful.

“Mammon.”

You spoke his name, and in those two syllables, and he knew. He knew your soul shined so brightly in the darkness of the Devildom. He knew you were the light to all of his darkness within.

He knew he was irrevocably in love with you.

Mammon felt your grip tighten on his arm, ever so slightly. He stood before you, realizing your close proximity, and immediately felt the heat rush to his cheeks, tinting them with a rosy blush.

“Y-yeah? What do ya want, Y/N?” he asked, looking off to the side. He reached his arm up, rubbing the back of his head. “Sheesh, you didn’t even tell me you were comin’. A little advanced notice would be nice, ya know.”

You didn’t even answer. Before he could react, you had pulled Mammon into a hug, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Wha-?!” Mammon yelped. “Just what do you think you’re doin’, human?!”

He recoiled at first, arms hanging down at his sides, unfamiliar with the feeling of such affection...such love. Rarely was he ever shown such things, especially from his brothers. He hesitantly reached his arms up, wrapping them around your body, the soft texture of your hair under his fingers.

He leaned his head down, his cheek resting on the top of your head while he stroked your hair.

And then, you said it. You spoke the words that made him come undone completely.

“I love you, Mammon.”

Mammon’s body stilled for a moment. It felt as though his heart had stopped completely. The words caught in his throat, unable to speak, fingers threaded into your hair. He felt you squeeze him harder, turning your head to look up at him. His eyes met yours.

You had come here to the Devildom, and at first, Mammon was indifferent. He would have gladly sold your possessions for some extra cash with no hesitation. He insulted you, he acted like an arrogant fool. You did risky things, you talked back. And yet, you somehow were able to make your way into his ice-cold, tsundere heart.

He sunk back down to the edge of the bed, pulling you towards him. You sat upon his lap, legs on either side of his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush to him, fingers splayed across your back. He pushed your hair to the side, burying his head into your neck, lips against your soft skin. All he wanted in that moment was to breathe you in. He swallowed, pressing a kiss into your neck, hoping, praying that you wouldn’t react negatively.

It’s hard to remember the exact sequence that followed. The only thing Mammon knows is your lips pressed against his in a deep kiss, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. He pulled away, grinning, then kissed you again, and again, and again, his hands roaming under your shirt, across your back.

“Shit, Y/N. I guess you have me feeling some type-a way, too,” he whispered, kissing and biting the delicate skin of your neck, an overwhelming desire to leave his mark on you.

It hadn’t gone any further that night, and Mammon had been okay with it. He had walked you back to your room, grabbing you and kissing you deeply before you went in. He was sure the grin hadn’t left his face the entire rest of the night.

It was essentially the way you and Mammon had spent your final weeks in the Devildom. Stolen kisses here and there. Grabbing your hand in the hallways of R.A.D., lacing his fingers through yours. Spending the entire night together, not sleeping, watching movies on his projector or him teaching you how to play poker. Buying you little gifts using Goldie, much to Lucifer’s chagrin. He wanted to give you all that he could, to provide for you.

He held you close whenever he got the opportunity, stroking your hair, ingraining every feeling of your touch into his memory so he would never forget. He knew he was running out of time to be yours, to give you all of him. Mammon had never been so happy.

Then, that fateful day arrived. The day you were going back to the human world.

Mammon could hardly look at you when the time came, too afraid his emotions would well to the surface and tip over. He finally lifted his gaze to yours, thousands of unspoken words etched into the space between you, visible only to you and he. You had never spoken of a plan for the future, too painful to think about. He regretted all the time wasted, kicking himself for not telling you his feelings sooner.

Maybe then, you wouldn’t have left at all.

Mammon didn’t embrace you before the ceremony to transport you back began, knowing that once he did, he would never be able to let you go. He watched the light flash, as bright as your beautiful soul, taking you away with it, leaving nothing in its wake. The pain of losing you was like a knife plunged deep into his heart, twisting back and forth.

And then, you were gone.

Gone.

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Gone.

And then, Mammon was gone.

“Mammon.”

You speak his name out loud, for the first time since you had arrived back. You still for a second, the unfamiliar syllables passing over your lips. You hope he’ll appear suddenly, as if summoned. But of course, he doesn’t.

And he never will, not again.

The tears fall freely now, a gut-wrenching sob wracking your body. The anguish crashes over you as all the emotions and pent-up grief finally break through the dam you had built deep inside. You fall to the side of your bed, gripping the D.D.D. tightly, knuckles turning white from the effort, as if the phone holds the power to bring Mammon back to you.

You’re unsure of how much time passes before the tears finally begin to subside, opening your eyes once more, adjusting to the sudden brightness; the feeling of it unwelcome, as you had learned to cherish the dark in the Devildom. The false sense of comforting dark you felt when you closed your eyes was erased each morning with the unrelenting rise of the sun.

You lift your hand, the yellow phone still gripped tightly within. And in a moment of hopefulness, or desperation (perhaps both), you press a button, gasping as the phone lights up. Though you shouldn’t be surprised; you remember Mammon telling you he put a spell on it so that it would hold a charge long after you took it off the charger, essentially always staying on.

So you could talk to him whenever you needed it.

Fingers moving faster than your brain can compute, you open your messages with Mammon, feeling the knife twist in your gut once more as you scroll through them. You shake your head furiously, willing yourself to stop, and focus. Your fingers dance across the digital keyboard as you compose a new message.

I love you, Mammon. Come find me.

Send. You hear the all-too-familiar whoosh sound of the message sending, watching it pop up onto the screen.You stare at the phone for God knows how long, willing a notification to sound off, unsure of why you’re feeling so hopeful.

The reply never comes.

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Mammon stares at his phone in disbelief. He reads the message, then stands, beginning to pace around the room. He has to be seeing things. He has to be. He’s convinced.

There is no way he just received a message from you, in the human world. Especially not one telling him that you love him and to come find you.

His fingers fly across the screen, furiously typing a reply to you, pressing send.

Error! Retry?

“What?!” Mammon exclaims, pressing “retry” over and over and over again.

Error! Retry?

Error! Retry?

Error! Retry?

“This piece ‘a junk!” he yells, furious. The feeling of anguish washes over him as he realizes you won’t get a reply from him, picturing you sad yet hopeful, staring at your screen. He finds himself leaving his room, legs moving automatically as they bring him to the large double doors of the last place he ever wants to be.

“Oi! Lucifer! Open up right now! It’s an emergency!” Mammon yells, pounding on the door.

Hearing an exasperated sigh on the other side of the doors, Mammon continues to pound relentlessly.

“Lucifer! Open up-” Mammon’s words are cut off as Lucifer opens the door, a pained expression on his face.

“How can I help you, Mammon?” Lucifer asks, oozing contempt.

Mammon storms past him into the office, beginning to open up drawers, sorting through files of papers.

“Lucifer! Where the heck’s Y/N’s info? I need it. Where is it?!”

“Mammon,” Lucifer replies cooly, “what is this all about?”

“It’s Y/N! She texted me! She texted me from the human world. Can ya believe it?! She told me to come find her. I have to go to her, Lucifer, I have to!”

“Mammon, calm down. Explain everything to me.”

Mammon shoves the phone in Lucifer’s face, panic etched into his voice as he recounts the story, impatience creeping in to his demeanor. He has to get to you, and he has to get to you now.

Lucifer nods, holding his gloved hand under his chin as he thinks aloud.

“Mammon, you will have to be patient. I will speak to Diavolo, and see if he will grant you permission to leave the Devildom for a few days. Unfortunately, we do not have an exact location for Y/N. I can only give you the general area of where she lives. You will have to hope that she has remained living there, or close to the area.”

“What?! What are ya tryin’ to say, that I won’t be able to find her?!” Mammon yells in disbelief. “Of course I’ll find her. She told me to! And I can’t wait, I gotta get to her now! I can’t text her back, can’t let her know I got it…”

“I know how important she is to you, Mammon,” Lucifer says, nodding his head.

“Like hell ya do! Have you ever loved anyone that much? Or anything?”

“Mammon. I will speak to Diavolo immediately, and he will set everything in motion. It is still likely you will have to wait until at least tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning…,” Mammon repeats, trailing off. “Y/N, I’m comin’ to ya. Just hang on one more day. Please, babe…”

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You find yourself at your favorite mall the next day, hardly remembering the drive there, as if you were on autopilot.

As you enter, you stand still for a moment, closing your eyes and inhaling briefly, taking in the sounds: the tinny music filtering through the speakers, other shoppers exclaiming to one another over a new collection in a store, somebody sipping their iced coffee noisily.

You had told Mammon about coming here quite often during those last few weeks. One night in particular, the two of you had lain on his bed, holding one another close, telling each other everything. You hadn’t cared if it was trivial, you wanted to know everything there was to know. Often, you had imagined coming with him here; holding hands, dragging him into all your favorite stores, trying on clothes.

Now, that will never happen.

You shake the negative thought from your mind, fighting as you feel the corners of your lips begin to tug downwards. Turning yourself to the right, you decide to head to your favorite bubble tea stand, smiling softly to yourself. Another memory you had shared with Mammon. Rounding the corner, a figure hunched over on the soft bench near the bubble tea stand stops you dead in your tracks.

Tousled white hair, orange-tinted lenses in his glasses. A brown leather jacket, striped with white across and at the collar, a fitted black t-shirt underneath.

No. No way. Your mind is playing tricks on you, Y/N, you think to yourself.

You walk hesitantly up to him, stopping a few feet away, watching as he notices your shoes, then moves his head up to meet your gaze, that adorable lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he stands.

“Knew I’d find ya here, Y/N. Lucifer didn’t believe me, that jerk,” he drawls.

“M-...Mammon?!” you exclaim, not caring who hears. You barely feel the movements as you throw yourself into his embrace. “H-how?!”

“Ya told me to come find ya. So I found ya.”

Gripping the collar of his jacket tightly, you lay your head on his chest, tears streaming furiously down your face. Mammon lifts your head, cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey, hey. No tears ruinin’ that pretty face. Unless they’re happy tears. In which case, cry away, I guess. But your makeups’ runnin’ down your face,” Mammon tells you, and you grin through them.

“How did you know to find me here?” you ask him as you pull away, brushing more tears away as you swallow.

“I remembered you tellin’ me about it. How you liked to come here when you weren’t feelin’ all that great,” he answers, draping an arm over your shoulder. “I tried to answer ya back, but my stupid D.D.D. wouldn’t let me. I thought ya might be sad, so I figured I’d try ya here.”

You laugh, grin growing wider.

“I love you, Mammon.”

He pulls you into another tight embrace, pressing you flush to him, lips crashing against yours in a deep kiss. You close your eyes, savoring every second of it before pulling away, eyes wide. You laugh once more as he pulls you close to him again, gasping a bit in surprise as his tongue darts out to dance with yours.

“Mammon, we’re in public!” you hiss, though you’re smiling against his lips.

“Don’t care,” Mammon retorts, kissing you again. “I have ya here with me now. And I ain’t ever gonna give you up. Never again.”

“In my darkest of days I've got a light now to show me the way It's like I've found my place And the world doesn't feel the same”

[rosie-moons]

Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

You don't care.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

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Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

[carcinized]

I forgot how to throw a boomer rang,,,,,

But then it came back to me!!

(Cant remember if ive told this one already or not,,, but oh well!!! Also talk about la la land all you want :D havent watched it yet still so im not sure if i can provide the best responses but :D!!! Also hope youve had an amazing day!!)

oh thats good :DD in both ways lmao :DD

i dont think you have but who knows basdjfkjsdf and YAY THANK YOU I DONT MIND IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I JUST WANT TO RAMBLE!!!!

warning though this DOES have spoilers so if you dont want those then dont read this LMAO

edit: ummm this got long

mostly i want to talk about the leitmotifs in this movie because holy SHIT!!!! THEYRE GOOD!!!!

so you have all the main themes n stuff. and stuff they represent based off what is shown in the scenes, which i will list :D

another day of sun - hopefulness, dreaming of an artistic break (yk the type of stuff you move to LA for!)

someone in the crowd - having someone important in the crowd. a loved one OR a producer or smth!!

mia & sebs theme - hopefulness and eventually melancholy, like how their relationship went. yk.

a lovely night - mostly just being in love/falling in love. this one doesnt show up as much in motifs that ive noticed so i havent thought abt it as much actually!!

hermits habit - just sebastian really lmao.

city of stars - this one changes meaning in each reprise of it, but i would go with a sort of... hopeless hopefulness. i dont really know how to explain it. the inability to snuff out your hope for a hopeless dream (or a dream you perceive to be hopeless).

planetarium - HAPPY DREAMING AND LOVE N STUFF!!!

audition/the fools who dream - kind of mias version of city of stars, i think. only a bit more hopeful. its about dreamers and how they can come off as crazy and how much it hurts to dream but how we keep going. mostly it's like the sad aspect of dreaming, but bc it's told by a dreamer about a dreamer, it still has that hopeless hopefulness i talked about for city of stars.

and then we reach the epilogue--a combination of all the songs, all the meanings. when you combine it with the reprises of scenes and music paired to new scenes and paired with new songs the meanings are fucking INCREDIBLE.

so it starts with a mia & sebs theme that sebastian plays on his piano at the club she pushed him to create that he always wanted, with her in the audience. it's a somber retelling of their story, still as gorgeous as ever.

it cuts back to their scene at the club, when seb pushed her aside after she was drawn in by his music. however, in this daydream version of their relationship, sebastian kisses her instead. BOOM!!! planetarium begins playing!!!! love n dreaming and happy n stuff!!!!

the music switches to another day of sun. theyre hopeful, theyre still dreaming of their breaks. during the replaying of this song, seb opens his club & turns down the offer for a job in john legend (forgot his character's name OOPS)'s band and mia puts on her play & the crowd (featuring seb this time!!! love it!!).

boom!!! someone in the crowd is playing now!!! there's an insanely clever visual motif that combines the scenes of another day of sun (the set's road and people dancing on it), someone in the crowd (four girls dancing in dresses), a lovely night (yellow dresses and streetlights), city of stars (a row of streetlights and people dancing!), AND planetarium (people dancing on top of LA's signature stars on the ground w names of famous people!). you could probably also include mia & sebastians theme bc theyre walking through it together holding hands. then mia's very own "someone in the crowd" appears to take her hand--the agent who was at her show and wants her to audition. (which is also a motif of the fools who dream in this same scene... fuck).

the fools who dream begins to play softly. mia's audition goes well.

it switches to being played in the style of planetarium. the implications of planetarium mixed with the fools who dream. oh my god. a happy ending for the dreamers?? where they get love and happiness and achieve their dreams?? IS THIS NOT WHAT HER WHOLE DAYDREAM DURING THIS EPILOGUE IS????

then it switches to being played in the style of hermit's habit--SHE HAS SEBASTIAN IN THIS DAYDREAM!!!!

planetarium is there in full force!!! theyre GETTIN MARRIED!!!!! happy n love n dreams!!! YEAH!!!! then of course they DANCE IN THE STARS AGAIN!!!!! MOTIFS YEAH!!! ALSO I JUST REALLY LIKE THE SCENE!!!

then city of stars as a home video style montage of their marriage plays in a theatre (reminiscent of their first date that led to the planetarium song its going backwards with the thing its cool ITS COOL ITS COOL) anyways of course its getting sad again now because this is all just a dream. hopeless hopefulness.

and we're back to seb's club!!! he's playing mia and seb's theme, and the melancholy shows. none of that dream was real, but at least they get to keep bits and pieces. there's always a happy and sad undertone to this song.

[chapter-61]

are you kitten me?

CARRY ON COUNTDOWN DAY 18: Crack!

AO3, POST-CARRY ON

“What the fuck?”

There’s a cat in our house. It sits on the counter and stares at me. It’s black all over except for its feet. Do cats have feet? Paws. Its paws are white.

We don’t have a cat.

I have no idea how it could’ve come in. I’m pretty sure all the windows were closed, and we don’t have a dog door. Or a cat door.

Baz has already left for work, so he must’ve missed it.

“Uhm, hi?” I say to the cat. It meows back, almost sarcastically. Cats can’t understand sarcasm, can they?

Instead of grabbing breakfast, I get my phone and send Baz a text. I hear a ping from the kitchen table that sounds a lot like Baz’ text tone. The cat is still looking at me.

I turn towards the table and yes, there’s Baz’ phone. Strange. He’s never forgotten it before.

Wait. I look back at the cat suspiciously. “Did you do anything to Baz?”

If I didn’t know better, I would say the cat just rolled its eyes. But that’s not possible. I think.

It meows again. Guess that means “no” or “I have no idea what you’re saying”.

Baz’ll be fine, he doesn’t need his phone for anything except to text me. And occasionally Penny.

My stomach reminds me it’s breakfast time, so I grab a bowl of cornflakes and sit down at the table. The cat jumps off the counter and saunters over.

“I’m not giving you anything,” I tell it.

The cat doesn’t seem to hear and it jumps on the table until it’s in front of me.

“Hey!”

At least it’s not trying to drink my milk. Speaking of drink, Baz’ tea mug is still there, next to his phone. I frown at it. Normally, Baz always puts his stuff away, he’s proper like that. He must’ve forgotten a lot of things this morning.

Hey, it’s free tea.

The cat watches me grab the mug and starts to growl. I didn’t know cats could growl so menacingly.

“Calm down,” I scold it. I should probably go find a box to put it in and drive to a shelter nearby. After breakfast.

I lift the mug to my mouth but before I can take a sip, the cat is in front of me and slaps his paw against the mug.

“Bloody hell!” I jump up as tea pours over my pajamas. “Asshole!”

The cat doesn’t seem very affected. It might even be smiling. What a bastard. Baz would love it.

Now I’m covered in cold tea and I barely got some food in. I sigh. Guess I’ll shower first.

The cat watches me go but luckily doesn’t follow me.

After a quick shower, I walk back to the kitchen. The cat has moved, it’s now on the couch. Not relaxed, though. It’s sitting stiffly upright, as if it’s uncomfortable.

“That’s what you get for breaking into someone’s house, mate.”

I grab a new mug from the cabinet because I still want tea, and put on the kettle. I can feel the cat staring at me but I ignore it.

Then I open the tea cabinet. Baz is a big fan, so we’ve got a whole collection. His newest find is a Chinese one, I can’t read the name, but it’s a cute blue box with paws on it. There’s one bag out already, Baz probably drank it this morning. Or most of it, at least, since he left some on the table.

I take one out of the cute box and put it on the counter. The kettle’s ready, so I pour water in my mug and soak the bag.

The cat has come wandering over, and it jumps back on the counter.

“I’m drinking tea and you can’t stop me,” I tell it. It’s staring at me with its big grey eyes. “I picked the same kind just to spite you.”

I shouldn’t have said that. As soon as I lift the mug, the cat launches itself at me. It collides with my chest and the combination of its speed and strength throws me to the ground.

“Fuck!”

The mug breaks as it meets the floor and it spills tea everywhere. Again.

I stay down, defeated.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask the bastard, who’s standing on my stomach. Of course, I don’t get an answer.

I rest my head on the floor and close my eyes. Whatever. I’ll deal with the cat from hell later.

After a while, I can feel the cat move, its paws moving around. At first I think it’s trying to give me a massage, but it’s just trying to find a comfortable spot on my body to lay down.

Now the cat’s laying on my stomach and I can’t get up. Great. I open my eyes slightly. “You want to cuddle, asshole? Bit too late for that.”

It blinks at me. Then, to my utter disbelief, the cat starts purring. Maybe it’s not so mean after all. I slowly lift a hand and move it over its body once. It doesn’t seem to mind. I keep petting it, and the cat keeps purring. It’s actually pretty nice.

I think I fell asleep, because the next moment my back hurts and the cat is not on my stomach anymore. I sit up and look around.

“Cat?” I ask.

I hear a meow from the kitchen table so I get up and walk over. The cat’s sitting on the table again, but it looks much less threatening now that we had our bonding moment.

“Hi.”

It meows back. Then it paws at my phone, as if it’s trying to tell me something. I pick it up but I don’t have any texts. I look at the cat, but it doesn’t do anything else.

“I should probably call Penny,” I tell it. The cat nods.

I dial Penny’s number.

“Simon?”

“Penny, hi. I have a small problem at home.”

“I’m working, can this wait?”

“Uhm.” I look at the cat. It exhales loudly, as if it’s trying to sigh. I chuckle, that’d be funny. A sighing cat. “Yeah, sure. When can you come?”

“In two hours, probably. Can’t Baz help?”

“He left his phone here.”

“Huh. Well, I’ll be there in a few hours.”

“Thanks, Pen.”

I put my phone back on the table and glance at the cat. It looks grumpy again. Just in case, I’m not making more tea. “We have some time to kill,” I tell it. “Wanna watch some Love Island? Baz hates it, but maybe you’ll like it.”

The cat looks disgusted now.

“Either way, I’m gonna watch it. Join me, if you want.”

It did eventually join me, settling down on my stomach again. I didn’t mind. It was warm and soft and it felt nice to have company while Baz was away.

The doorbell rings and the cat jumps up.

“It’s just Penny,” I tell it, as I stand, stretch my arms and walk to the door.

Penny smiles when she sees me, but the frowns at something behind me.

“What?”

“Where did you get that?”

I close the door behind her and turn. She’s looking at the cat quizzically. In turn, the cat sits perfectly still on the floor, back straight and gaze serious.

“Be careful,” I tell her. “It’s a bastard. I have no idea how it got in, I need your help figuring out where to bring him-”

“Simon,” she interrupts me. “Where’s Baz?”

The cat meows, as if it wants to join the conversation.

“He’s at work, like always.”

“Are you sure? You said he forgot his phone so you can’t know where he is.”

“Well, where else would he be?”

The cat meows again. I roll my eyes at it. “Shut up.”

“Simon?”

I turn back to Penny. “Yeah?”

“That’s not a cat. It has a magical signature, I can feel it.”

“Oh great, a magical cat. Now we can’t even get rid of it.”

“I think...” Penny hesitates. “I think the cat is Baz.”

“What?!” I look at the cat. “Baz?”

It rolls its eyes at me and meows. Holy shit. I start laughing. “Aleister Crowley! Baz! You’re a cat!”

The cat, Baz, doesn’t look amused. I have to hold on to my stomach because I’m laughing so hard. “You’re a cat! This is amazing.”

Penny clears her throat and I wipe a few tears from my face. “Simon,” she says. “This is serious. I don’t know how to reverse it.”

“Oh. Uhm. Baz, do you have any idea?” I can’t help another chuckle. The bastard cat is Baz. Figures.

Baz glares at me and then walks towards the mess of the kitchen. I still haven’t cleaned it up, oops.

“What happened here?”

“I tried to drink tea but the cat—Baz—slammed the mug out of my hand. Twice!”

Baz meows and grabs the used tea bag on the floor with his teeth. He brings it over to Penny. She takes it and examines it. “You drank this?”

Baz nods. “Oh yeah,” I say. “His mug was left on the table, with half of it left.”

“You think the tea was cursed?” Penny asks. Baz nods again.

“That’s why you were being an asshole! You didn’t want me to turn into a cat too!”

He rolls his eyes again. I’m thinking of letting him stay like this. “You’re very cute as a cat. And you don’t insult me every five minutes.”

“It’s a pretty simple curse, I think. A simple reverse spell should do it,” Penny says after a moment.

“Cool. Can you do it?”

“Already? I thought you liked him as a cat,” Penny jokes.

“Wait.” I walk over to Baz and pick him up. He protests with a little meow but doesn’t struggle as I pull him to my chest. “Just one small cat hug.”

“He really is cute.”

“I know right.” I smile down at him. He pushes his little head into my chest. Aww. I scratch him behind his ears and he starts purring again.

Penny begins to laugh. “I don’t understand why anyone would want to turn Baz into a cat. It’s not like he became a vicious beast.”

“Maybe it’s some kind of B-list Disney villain counterpart of Cruella De Vil, wanting to create an army of cats.”

“Cruella De Vil didn’t want an army of dogs, Simon.”

“You damn well know what I meant.”

Penny’s eyes suddenly light up. “I know a good spell!”

“Well?”

“In true Disney fashion,” she says, lifting her wand. “True love’s kiss!”

The magic hits Baz but nothing seems to happen. Baz looks unimpressed in my arms, still a cat. “Uhm, Penny? I don’t think that worked.”

“Of course not, dimwit. You need to kiss him first.” She looks proud of herself.

“I’m not kissing a cat!”

Baz meows as if he’s offended and I glare at him. He might be cute but I’d prefer not to be accused of animal abuse.

“You don’t have to French him, Si. Just give him a kiss on his little head. Lots of people do that.”

“Fine,” I huff. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I raise Baz up a little and I look him in the eyes. He nods back encouragingly. Here goes nothing.

I touch my lips to his head, avoiding his small ears, and then Baz starts lighting up. It’s so bright I have to close my eyes.

“It’s working!” I hear Penny say.

Next, there’s suddenly a heavy weight in my arms and I fall forward, landing on Baz.

“Ouch,” he says from beneath me.

“Baz!” I can’t help but shout. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him close. “Thank Merlin.”

“Thank me,” Penny says smugly.

“Thank you, Bunce.” Baz pats my back. “I’m fine, Simon. Can you let me up? I want to stand on two feet again instead of four.”

I laugh as I stand and pull him up. “You were adorable as a cat.”

“I’m always adorable. In fact, I’m purr-fect.”

“You’re hiss-terical.”

“Paw-some.”

“I almost miss the Baz that didn’t talk.”

“No you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” I smile at him. He smiles back. He had only been gone for a few hours (not even really gone), but I missed that smile.

“Can I get a proper kiss now?” Baz asks, pulling me closer with his hands on my hips. I go willingly.

“I’m leaving,” Penny interrupts. “Try not to buy more curses.”

We’re not listening anymore.

***

When I wake up on Saturday, Simon is already up. What a pity. He’s not usually awake before me, but he must’ve had a rough night. I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to tame my hair. I should’ve brushed it before going to bed, but we were rather busy.

Strangely, I don’t hear anything when I walk to the kitchen. If Simon’s up, he’s usually in front of the television. I wander around the house looking for him, until I stop in front of the couch in the living room.

There’s a big orange cat sitting on it, looking at me sheepishly.

I sigh. “You fucking moron.”

[babykyunbun]

A little jealousy|| LIM CHANGKYUN

Pairing: Lim Changkyun and f-reader + Kihyun and the others kinda

warning: ANGST,swearing, loving sex^ - ^fluffy,dirty talk,In the beginning it’s angsty but it gets better dont you worry💛

Hope you like it sweet💛 I’m sorry if you wanted rough sex but I kinda changed it because I wanted to do makeup sex so I hope that’s okay. I got into it way too much so it’s kinda long oop-

“Give me it back now, I need it dumbdumb”Kihyun whined chasing after you, his groans of annoyance getting louder and louder. You kept giggling and running forward until you got into The closest bedroom, which unfortunately was Kihyuns. You being a dummy your are forgot to shut the door and lock it so he came busting in and pushing you into the wall. Obviously he was playing and didn’t mean it sexually but Changkyun thought otherwise.

He walked in expecting you two to be bickering and trying to fight eachother but his whole body froze. There you both were, Kihyun had you pinned to the wall.

He cleared his throat and growled out a ‘have fun’ then slammed the door.

Your head whipped to the door as soon as you heard his voice, your eyes widening. You pushed Kihyun off you fast and ran to the door.

“Kyun we were just playing, what’s all this about . You know we play fight a lot, it’s what best friends do” you said with a groan in your voice. You did understand why he got angry but he should know you’d never cheat on him with his best friend. Didn’t he trust you.

“It didn’t fucking look like it, he had you pinned against a the wall y/n” he screamed at you, his face red.

The other guys came into the living room to see what the commotion was, Kihyun slowly walked in. He understood why Changkyun felt that way. Changkyun made his way to Kihyun and pointed a finger into his chest.

“And you, if your fucking her, it’s all over” he growled in his face. Wonho came and grabbed his arm to try and pull him away but he just angrily shook him off. Kihyun just stayed silent to let you speak.

“Baby you know I’d never cheat on you, I’d never ever do that to you or the boys because it would ruin everything” you said in a whisper. You made your way to him and placed a hand on him shoulder.

“Well I don’t really know do I, you act like a slut when we’re out so how am I suppose to not believe your fucking Kihyun. I wouldn’t be surprised if your fucking all my best friends” venom laced in his voice, your heart broke. You ran to Changkyuns bedroom and locked it. Ready to cry your eyes out. Why would he even think that.

“Bro that was out of line” jooheon said, giving him a glare before walking to Kyuns room to comfort you. The others just stood there with shocked faces.

Changkyun felt disgusted, he knew you’d never cheat on him. He just got so wound up and pissed when he saw you and Kihyun. He knew you both were very close, so why did he have to Go and do that.

Great mrfuck up you’ve gone and most probably just ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“I think you should be saying that to y/n, you know she’d never do anything like that to you. You know I’d never fucking do that to you either” Kihyun growled,walking away to get some air.

You heard knocks on the door, thinking it was Changkyun you just ignored it. You couldn’t deal with the arguing.

“It’s me Hun, open up” jooheons voice found its way to your ears and you got up, wiping your eyes with changkyuns hoodie. You opened the door, and was engulfed with a hug. You broke into heartbreaking sobs, you know when someone asks if your okay and you try not to cry when answering. He shushed you trying to calm you down, rubbing your back lovingly.

“Sh sh come on, it’s okay. Come lay on the bed” he walked you to the bed and climbed on with you.

20 minutes later

You heard to knocks on the door then the door open, you looked up to see Changkyun with his head down. You thanked jooheon for calming you down and gave him a big hug telling him to just leave for a sec while you talk to Changkyun. He gladly complied wanting you both to make up.

“If you need me or the others just give us a shout, yeah” he said with his signature grin. He was like a big brother to you.

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he made his way to you and engulfed you into a tight hug.

“ I’m so, so fucking sorry I know you’d never do that to me I just” a sob broke his sentence. You gripped him tighter. You ran your fingers through his hair. You both sat there for what if felt like hours just talking and apologising. He apologised so many times for calling you a slut and for the stupid shit he said.

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After about 2 hours of talking you were both grinning, and being cute little lovebirds.

“So can I treat you like the princess you are” he hummed in your ear, placing kisses to your neck. You giggled and nodded your head. His hands found their way to your waist before gently tugging down your shorts. He grinned at the cute, little pink panties you had on. His absolute favourite ones. He placed a kiss to your tummy and then to your hip bones, continuing until he placed a loving kiss on your covered heat. You shivered from the contact, whining for him to hurry up. You could see the outline of his hard on through his sweats. It made your core tingle.

“Please hurry baby” you whined out into the quiet bedroom. You couldn’t care less about the other boys right now but later you most probably will.

“What my princess wants my princess gets” his voice sultry and deep. He then kissed the band of your panties giving you a teasing look before pulling them down and groaning. He felt his cock pulsate at the look of your soaked heat. He removed the rest of his clothes, slid on a condom (wrap it before you tap it kiddos) and climbed on top of you.

“Is my baby too impatient, does she want my cock right now”he growled into your ear, you hummed nodding your head. He placed a wet kiss to you forehead before sliding into you.

He let out a loud groan, feeling your walls tighten around him. You felt so warm. The way you hugged his cock made him see stars. The little whimpers coming from your mouth spurred him on.

His hips rocking into yours, slowly and lovingly. He didn’t want to speed up and neither did you, it was perfect the way it was, you felt so high. He gripped your hands, intertwining your fingers togeather. His pace stayed the same he just gave stronger thrusts.

Your mouth opened to let out a loud moan, your cheeks heating up as you remembered the boys where just outside the bedroom door. You let yourself go and let out loud whimpers and moans. His mouth never left your skin, your neck and chest filled with purple and pink splotches. A sign your his.

A thin layer of sweat covered you both, the room stuffy but comfortable. The smell of sex lingered in the air. It was perfect.

You felt your high coming, your velvety walls tightened around him. He let out a whine,It was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard. he sped up his thrusts a little to get you both there. Both of your moans and groans getting louder.

“Come with me baby girl, fuck please princess” he whimpered out into your ear.

As soon as those words hit your ears, your coil burst. Your back arched, your breasts pressed against kyuns chest. You let out the most angelic moans. Your chest heaving.

He let go with a growl, his hips stuttering as his thrusts sped up a little more. His hot cum filled the rubber wrapped around him. His hips stilled and he buried his head in your neck, his breathing heavy and hot.

“That was amazing” you moaned out, a little whimper left you as you felt him soften inside of you.

“Your amazing princess” he whispered into your ear making shivers crawl up your back and your heart clench. You both lied there for a couple of more minutes, just making the moment longer.

Knock knock

“So um I guess you both made up then, I’m happy about that” Kihyun spoke , it was a bit muffled but you could hear him. You smiled.

“Ice cream on me” He shouted a bit louder so you could hear and walked away.

“Free ice cream, how could I say no”Kyun mumbled into your neck before pulling out of you and running into his closet. You sat there giggling to yourself, he was your world.

[thebrotherswholoved]

stranger: *crying* your son hit me in the face! Sam: Jack! Why did you do that??? Jack: The bitch said 'what are those?' i just gave him a closer look.

sorry this took so long, love! I kinda sorta forgot to post it one here…oops:/ hope you enjoy (I kind changed the prompt a bit, hope that’s alright)

fanfiction: or worse…expelled

Summary: a blessed tumblr user (@say-yes-to-hole) gave me a prompt—and I thought I’d be a jolly lad and deliver (oops I kinda changed it a wee bit)

Content: Jack’s 3 Dads, AU where TFW 2.0 can be happy without dying, normal kid stuff, Cas being an asexual cutie pie, obviously wincest (not explicit–it’s mentioned like maybe five times), Domestic Fluff, Friendship Bracelets

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Dean has always known where this life would  lead him. It didn’t seem far fetched a year ago to envision his own  death at the hands a hungry ghoul, emaciated vamp, or even at the hands  of the monster they let into their home, the one he denied and denied as  part of his adopted family until he was out of breath. Last year, Dean  only saw pseudo-infant Jack Kline as a threat, not only to his clan but  to the world.

He’d  always thought he knew that the road so far would continue into the  dead end ahead, that he’d never escape this hunter hell to fulfil his  desperate pleas for domestic life, locked gun storage, and worn sigils  under wallpaper and rugs, long forgotten by their Michelangelo.

He  never in a million years thought that he’d be here: sitting in shitty  lunchroom chair between his now-official adopted son and  brother-turned-lover, who’s trying to send a bat signal to the couple’s  fallen angel friend (and coparent) while side-eyeing the terrifying  woman in front of them. He’s gotten so lost in the blue-green-yellow  abyss of Sam’s eyes that he’s forgotten altogether why the hell he’s  sitting here—that is, until he reads the plaque on the desk before the  quartet.

Mrs. Harriet Allen

Dean of Students and President of Scholastic Affairs

Oh, yeah. This buzzkill is trying to buzz-kill  his son, which he hopes she knows isn’t going to happen. He may have  had a spinal injury five months ago but he can still body-bag her if  need be. In an unfortunate turn of events, she notices the devious grin  forming on Dean’s face in all the grotesque insanity of “all work and no  play makes Jack a dull boy.”

“Is something funny, Mr.  Winchester?” She snaps at him. He watches her wrinkles crease and  release with anger and has to look away to avoid snort-laughing.

“Not at all, Harriet,” he pops his lips with a stern gaze of challenging authority and a smug raise of his eyebrow.

Sam  gives him a look that says “what the hell are you doing” and flinches when she shuts the drawer of her IKEA desk (the builder of which, per  Dean, did a shitty job assembling it) in a rather abrupt and terrifying way. Dean doesn’t even flinch, but becomes intrigued when she maintains  eye contact while flipping open an ominous-looking manila folder. The thing has four, maybe five pieces of paper enclosed and has been  desecrated with shaky, all-uppercase letters spelling out the words  “KLINE-WINCHESTER, JACK.”

“My  plaque says Mrs. Allen and so you will call me Mrs. Allen,” her  thick-rimmed glasses dip on her ski slope nose when she narrows her gaze  at Cas, who hasn’t uttered a thing in almost ten minutes.

Pushing  the lenses back to magnify her grey-black eyes, she clears her throat  and looks at Jack, who’s been twiddling his thumbs and fiddling with his  bracelets since they arrived. “Mr. Kline-Winchester, do you know why  I’ve called you and your…retinue here today?”

“These are my dads,” he clarifies with a meek flicker of his hooded eyes. “And, yeah, I do, ma’am.”

“Alright, and would you like to tell your dads what  the reason is?” She shuffles her chair—faux leather, Dean notes, already shriveling and flaking apart—forward to intimidate. Mrs Allen  sees these three men as unruly subjects to her velvet fist, but it’s  revealed by her heel tapping beneath the desk that she sees Dean as more  of a threat to her authority than the rest of Jack’s “retinue.”

Jack  glances down the row at Sam, who’s trying to be a stern father by  raising an eyebrow—an empty gesture to say the least, and then moves to distracted-by-superiority Dean, and ends at Cas, poor Cas and his  helpless glint of confused trepidation that has become his defining  characteristic.

Inhaling  a shaky breath laced with lack of understanding at his offence, he  begins his avowal in this hell of a confessional. “I…hit someone.”

Mrs Allen leans forward again. “Where did you hit them?”

“In  the face. Inferior to the nasal bone.” He says in a signature “Castiel”  matter-of-fact way—no room for bullshit. Sam can’t help but let out a  breathy chuckle at his use of the terms he learned in Anatomy last week,  the exam on which he got a 98 percent. “I didn’t feel any cracking. It  was a low-impact hit, and it’d cause a superficial bruise at the w���“

“That’s  enough, thank you,” Harriet puts her hand up to stop the inevitable  spiel about medical terminology. God, Sam loves his quirky nerd of a  son. “Why did you hit Mr. Hiscock?”

Dean  snorts and doesn’t even try to hide it. He actually feels bad for this  Hiscock kid—not because of Jack’s ‘low-impact’ punch but because his  last name is just unfortunate. Mrs Allen really hates that he did that, and slams her fist down on the table.

“That is incredibly  inappropriate, Mr Winchester,” she grumbles, but all Dean can see is  Nurse Ratchet in her place. Poor Jack has to be Danny DeVito, though. He  mouths a mocking apology and sits back in his chair like he did as a  jock in high school. “Jack, continue. Why did you hit…Ivan?”

“Well, I didn’t mean  to hit him.” Jack attempts to explain his “extensive misconduct” as the  letter said—fuck, Sam thought he’d been caught having sex or smoking  pot. The reality is that Jack Kline in all his purity thinks sex is for  marriage and “pot” is for flowers. “I think he misunderstood…or maybe I  did.”

Harriet  squints her eyes at the boy and folds her arms, wedding rings becoming  visible. Dean’s concentration is playing Never Have I Ever with some  drunk sophomores in the janitor’s closet by now, but he finds it  surprising that she found someone to marry at all. Maybe she’d been  preppy and beautiful in her youth, but her significant other could still  ride his Acorn stair-lift to freedom.

“What could Ivan have misunderstood, Jack?”

The  sixteen-year-old literal toddler watches Cas fiddle with his trench  coat button and sighs. “Well…he asked me about my bracelets.”

Mrs  Allen moves to scan his wrists for these supposed wristbands but can’t  see his hands over her giant plaque. “What bracelets?”

“Oh,  these!” He perks up like Dean had snuck him a Pixie Stick or something, surprising everyone in the room. Jack jerks his wrists into the air and  smiles. “Cas got a kit for Christmas, and so Sam, Dean, and Cas made  some for me. They’re supposed to be friendship bracelets, but I like to call them ‘family bracelets.’”

Sam is the first to show his blue-green threaded band with a soft smile. “Mine says ‘happiness is only real when shared.” It’s a quote from Into the Wild.”

“And mine,” Dean rolls up his sleeve to reveal his own purple and red wristband, “says ‘kick some ass, kid’ because I’m not a nerd like my husband.”

Harriet  is caught off-guard when Cas speaks, probably having expected a light and airy voice instead of the deep, monotone one that sounds when he  holds his wrist up to show the black-white-yellow pattern he dons. “Mine  says ‘go watch the bees.’ You won’t understand it if you weren’t there at the time.”

“Dude, you  weren’t even there at the time,” Dean whispers at the angel, who simply  nods his head to the left. “You were so spray-paint-high on  barbiturates and propofol that you made your way into a cornfield to  catch the damn bee. Sammy and I chased you for, like, twenty minutes.”

“Enough,  please,” Harriet is rubbing at her temples now, praying to God, who’s currently in Cuba on a sabbatical, for this to end soon. “Jack, what did  Ivan say about your bracelets that made you punch him? Was it a  bullying situation?”

Jack  shakes his head and scrunches up his nose in thought. “No…he pointed  at them and yelled ‘what are those?!’ So, I showed them to him. I didn’t  mean to hurt him, even though he does throw grapes at me at lunch. I  don’t even like grapes.”

This  time, Sam is the one to break down into a fit of laughter, unbridled  and uncontainable, because of his son’s comment. Dean falls from grace  next and joins his giant lover in his spasms of glee, not caring about  the daggers Mrs Allen is eyeing them with. Cas just looks at the woman  and in all his naïveté ignores the way his coparents are behaving.

“Is  Jack in trouble, ma’am?” His blue eyes flutter and squint in confusion.  “The letter we got threatened expulsion, and if he’s expelled I’ll have  to buy more Crunch Cookie Crunch and nougat.”

Harriet has  been forced into defeat by this junior and his dysfunctional parents,  and therefore sighs and leans back while pinching the bridge of her  nose.

“No, he’s not.” She mutters despite the noise from the two men still calming down. “Now, can you please get out of my office?”

[nerdyvixen]

20, 30, & 31!

20. Favorite character to write

Ruby. Fucking. Carver.

So @aproclivity​ and I have this urban fantasy AU, right? And I love it and it’s my favorite and I love her and she’s my favorite, which is neither here nor there but certainly very important to mention at every available opportunity. But anyway, we’ve got this AU that is currently sitting at like...over 160,000 words? Oops? And the plot is just kind of now showing up late with Starbucks?

and we accidentally ended up kind of shipping some very strange characters it’s fine it happens it’s fine

But like--I love writing for Ruby so much??? She presents such a no-fucks-given attitude but she clearly gives all the fucks, and pretty much anyone she meets would be down with her stepping on them, and she takes the wind out of Richie’s sails at every available opportunity, and I love her???

Like. Legit. This is probably my favorite bit with her I’ve written and I don’t really care if anyone else likes it because it makes me laugh every damn time:

“That being said…” He settles Alex onto her feet before standing up and making his way out of his chair and towards the office door. He offers a tilted grin as he reaches out for the door handle, intent on calling out for his assistant the minute he set foot outside his office. “I’d rather take a half day and take you home with me. I have plans, my darling, and they don’t involve gala paperwork.”

Before he can open it, the door opens anyway, and Ruby unceremoniously shoves a stack of manila folders into his arms. “They damn well should, boss,” his assistant snaps. “The gala’s fucking soon, and I still need you to look over the schedule and finalize signatures for the charity auction and the floor show, not to mention the wardwork you still haven’t finished. Plus Tannis Braun wants to meet with you tomorrow to do a check on the wards you already put up, but he was laughing too hard to tell me when, so I’m going to go with ‘he overheard you two nerds macking because you forgot to hang up the damn phone’ for $200, Alex.” She pauses, takes a breath, and puts on a frostily professional smile. “Trebek, not you, Reagan. You understand.”

Richard sighs. “Ruby--”

She holds up a finger warningly; it’s a pleasant surprise that it’s not the middle one. “Nope. Not done. I need you to listen very carefully. You may take a half day so you can go home and fuck your angst away if and only if you promise you’ll get these signed and back to me by 2 P.M. tomorrow so I can send them back out and make sure that our insurance has copies. You will also be meeting with Braun at the venue tomorrow morning at 9 A.M., and if you’re late because you’re in that weird post-coital haze you get, I will make your life a living hell for the next two weeks. You get me?”

He shifts the folders in his arms and reaches behind him for his coat on the stand just inside the door. “Do I have this charming attitude to look forward to until Nicodemus arrives in town again?”

Ruby’s expression doesn’t change, but the very tips of her ears go pink. “Don’t. Miss. The appointment.” She punctuates her words with sharp jabs into his chest with her finger. “I’m not cleaning up the mess if you do. Braun likes to talk, boss, and given what he overheard, I’m not sure we want to hear what he has to say.” She leans around him, smiles curtly at Alex, and leans back. “Get your freak on, but do it at home. Now scram.”

30. Hardest part of writing?

actually doing it

No, but seriously. I lose steam really easily--thanks, depression/anxiety/poor sleeping cycles/bad habits/tendency to get hyperfixated!--and once I fall out of the habit or hit something that doesn’t come easily to me, it’s really hard for me to get back in. I tend to feel like I Owe Somebody a certain output at a certain speed, and when I fall away from that, it’s really anxiety-inducing to try to get back into it.

As far as the craft itself goes? Action scenes and getting characters from point A to point B. I struggle with blocking and conveying action in a way that doesn’t feel clunky (I like dialogue and prose far more than quick actions, YIKES), and sometimes just getting characters to leave the damn room feels like pulling teeth.

(Any time I think about that, I remember my friend Wendy from the writing group I used to run back in Indiana. She had a draft she brought in for critique, and her smile filled with clenched teeth as she told us how fucking hard she was working to get the hero out of the damn parking lot resonated down to my bones.)

31. Easiest part of writing?

I like idea generation. I like peeling back layers of motivation and plot to find the emotional core of a person, of an event, even of a place. I feel like that’s one of my strengths, I think? Being able to parse an emotionally taut moment, I mean. It’s something that I enjoy doing, at least--it feels the most like poetry to me.

[pan-xichen]

What The Heckin Heck Is Gonna Happen To Keith: a meta I guess

OKAY SO I, like every other Keith stan, am wondering what the heck they’re gonna do with Keith. Post s4 he is no longer a paladin and is a member of the Blade of Marmora, but due to the events of the finale I’m still unsure as to how long that will last. Will the team find out he almost sacrificed himself for them without them knowing? Also something to note: Voltron has not used its sword (I think I’m sorry if I forgot I haven’t watched the season since the day it came out lmao) since Keith has stopped being a paladin. The fact that the sword is basically Voltron’s signature weapon leads me to believe that Keith very likely will end up as a paladin again (unless they did form it without him I can’t honestly remember for sure), but then he’d no longer be able to work with the Blade of Marmora, and one of the current paladins would have to lose their position for Keith to return to a lion.

The scenarios I could see happening are: 

- Keith somehow becomes the leader of the Blade of Marmora and does not return to being a paladin 

-Keith does return to being a paladin, causing either Allura or Shiro to not be a paladin anymore and him to likely have to leave the Blade

- Keith and Shiro co-pilot the black lion when he is not off on missions for the Blade

- the extra lion in the carving of Voltron in s3 ends up becoming Keith’s new lion, forming a powerful extra but non-essential part of Voltron meaning it won’t hurt the team if he has to go off on Marmora missions from time to time 

- the extra lion calls to Allura and Lance returns to the blue lion, allowing Keith to return to Red and Shiro to remain the black paladin (probably also meaning that Keith can no longer run off with the Blade of Marmora)

- the extra lion wants Shiro as its paladin and Keith returns to being the black paladin (less grumpily now that he knows Shiro still has a lion)

(I’m gonna put the rest of this under a cut because it accidentally became 7000 words long oops)

Out of all of these outcomes I have a feeling that the writers will end up going for something that doesn’t make season 3/4′s development for Keith obsolete while at the same time allowing him to still contribute to the story directly. I personally can see scenarios three and four being the most plausible because they would allow for more aspects of his character to be present (blade and paladin) instead of eliminating one or the other. Although, the first one is definitely plausible in terms of Keith’s character and could even be combined with number four. We see him demonstrate time and again that he is a natural leader, despite not believing himself worthy to be one. I do feel as though eventually he will end up (willingly, this time) in a leadership role again after acknowledging that he is worthy of that position.

Scenario three would however feel like they’re just putting him back in for the sake of having him in and likely not really be meaningful (kinda like having Shiro come back so soon screwed up the story a bit for them because they planned to have him gone for much longer), as much as I like the idea of Keith and Shiro as co-leaders. That doesn’t necessarily mean though that they couldn’t be if they were not both the black paladins. I’ve seen a lot of theory about that extra lion in the Voltron carving at the beginning of season 3 being the white lion, which has been an actual canon thing in the past reincarnations of the series. Most of these theories involve Shiro as the white paladin, which I really do like but it feels like he really is meant to pilot Black (even if this might not actually be Shiro at the moment). His struggle to break her from Zarkon’s control was a great plot point from season 2 and both of them starting to heal from their respective trauma together would make for a nice aspect of Shiro’s character arc.

You do also have that Keith was bonded closely enough with Red to have her actually fly out into the middle of space and rescue him, and almost destroy an entire base to save his life. I love Keith as the red paladin, but if the writers still wanted to have him as an active member of the BOM it wouldn’t make much sense to put him back as the literal right arm of Voltron unless the lion switching is a thing that could happen more than once, (Lance moving back to Blue and Keith to Red but when Keith isn’t around Lance pilots Red and Allura pilots Blue) but that would be weird because they’ve put extra emphasis in the past on how important a paladin’s bond with their lion is, and having them be able to do this swap out thing all the time makes that point kinda meaningless. I think maybe the reason why Keith was able to connect with Red from so far away and have her respond when he was in danger might be the same reason why he could feel the blue lion’s energy months before Lance was even there to awaken her, and how he could pilot the black lion in that moment of desperation to save Shiro in s2 ep1. He’s connected to all of the lions in a strange way-- whether the answer to that is simply “he’s an alien” or there’s something else there, (which is what I suspect) remains to be seen, but I believe that his strong bond with Red may have been due to his connection with all of the lions. It still makes me kinda sad to see him not be her paladin anymore because he totally fits as the ‘guardian spirit of fire’, but as of right now the solution to the dilemma of “where are they gonna put keith without cutting him out of the main cast like they did in s4″ is a bit of a narrative corner the writers have backed themselves into that doesn’t logically involve him going back to being the red paladin without sacrificing the new development of him as a Blade of Marmora.

That being said, as much as I like white paladin Shiro (or whatever colour this hypothetical extra lion could be), having Keith be the white paladin would make more sense in my opinion. Voltron already has all of its essential components with five lions, but perhaps an extra lion would turn into a kind of upgrade for the robot. With the lore of the white lion from previous reboots, it might make sense to have that lion allow Voltron to create its own wormholes or even tear into other realities to pass through them, but maybe it just amplifies the robot’s powers. This would give Keith a place on the team while allowing him to still go off on Marmora missions if he is needed with them and not automatically jeopardize the team’s ability to form Voltron. It would also make for an interesting character development in him, as I imagine him seeing that Voltron can still be formed without him might make him feel less needed, but learning that his lion allows Voltron to do more than it could with only five would lift his spirit and make him feel like he belongs again. Maybe it could even include that the black and white paladins were meant to be co-leaders before something happened to the white lion, allowing both Keith and Shiro to donate their strengths as leaders to each other and cancel out some of their weaknesses (Shiro’s ability to remain level-headed under pressure and more diplomatic tendencies mixed with Keith’s passion and quick, creative thinking both at the head of Voltron would make the team an even more unstoppable force and I will fight anyone on this I could write a whole post dedicated to why Keith and Shiro as co-leaders would be beneficial and maybe even crucial to team Voltron’s success).

Technically I could end this here but I have a hypothetical scenario on how Keith becoming the paladin of the extra lion could go down so here have a pseudo-fic:

Keith’s near-death in season four is only foreshadowing to him actually dying... sort of. In the next season, Keith really does sacrifice himself for the greater good, allowing the team to succeed in their mission and deal a significant blow to the Galra empire. Before the battle during which he dies, they discover that there was a sixth lion initially built, but never used, as when it gained sentience it refused to awaken for any paladin. Perhaps this other lion foresaw the events that kickstarted the war with the Galra in the first place, and wanted no part in it, or maybe even wanted to avoid the pain of losing a paladin it knew was going to die. So it refused to function, maybe even flying away to some remote place in the universe (or even a different reality) to wait until its true paladin would arrive. The paladins find the white lion, but predictably it refuses to awaken for anyone-- that is, anyone who is present. Keith is off on another mission for the Blade when they find the lion.

Keith has been having strange dreams about the lion, not knowing exactly what it is. The lion has been trying to communicate with him, but to no avail. His own personal turmoil and lack of self-worth are clogging his thoughts, making it difficult for the white lion to reach him. The lion is brought to the castleship to prevent the Galra from finding it, and they start trying to do literally anything they can to wake it up, but the lion remains silent. It won’t even communicate with the other lions, as without a paladin and after having been gone for so long, it feels as though it doesn’t have the right to do so. Similarly to Keith, who feels as though he has no place on team Voltron.

In the last few episodes of the season, everyone goes into some epic battle again. Keith sacrifices himself so that Voltron can be victorious in a similar way to his near-sacrifice in season four, except the team knows what he’s doing this time. Shiro freezes up when they realize Keith is gone, before screaming and practically rampaging with his lion, cutting down hundreds of enemy ships at once. The white lion roars in frustration, sensing the death of a paladin it never got to bond with, and decides “nope, fuck you, you’re alive”. It launches itself out of the castle, collecting Keith’s broken body from where it’s floating out in space. The initial explosion didn’t end up killing Keith, but it did damage his suit, meaning he could no longer breathe. The lion shows up and uses its own pure quintessence to revive him. The process turns Keith’s hair white, and his irises a golden yellow, but does not corrupt him in the way that Zarkon was, due to the quintessence being pure. He is essentially reborn, like team Voltron’s very own phoenix. 

The loss of Keith has caused the team to get distracted from their goal in their distress, and they’re fighting a losing battle. The white lion suddenly springs up out of nowhere and joins the fray, confusing everyone as they have no idea who is piloting the lion. They win the battle and all return to safety, practically jumping out of their lions and crowding around the white one to see who this mysterious new paladin is. Shiro is lingering behind everyone but still trying to show interest. Everyone has this irrational hope at the back of their minds that somehow it’s Keith, and he didn’t really die, even though they watched his craft explode. A slender figure clad in white paladin armor steps out of the lion, still wearing their helmet. Everyone is holding their breath as the figure slowly approaches them and moves to remove their helmet. Nobody recognizes him at first now that his hair is white and his eyes are yellow, until Shiro finally looks up from where he’d been somberly looking down and says “Keith?” in the smallest, quietest voice he’s ever had. Keith smiles softly as he’s recognized and everyone runs to group hug him. As the others pull away, leaving Keith and Shiro still holding each other, the scene fades out. 

[omfgtrump]

The Tale of Two Viruses: Part 8

The greatest president who ever lived announced at one of his reality show press conferences that he was forming the “Great American Economic Revival Industry Groups.”

The biggest, the best, the greatest business people anywhere were going to get this country going, right? Full steam ahead. America’s economy will be blazing in no time.

One problem: The great blusterer forgot to inform many of the greats that he was calling on them. Who does that kind of thing? Did he just forget to tell them? Did he make it up on the spot? Or is he so grandiose that he believed the mere mention of their names from his lips would automatically make them members of an imaginary committee?

Richard Trumka, the president of the A.F.L.-C.I.O. found out while The Don was giving his briefing.

The head of Pfizer who was also blindsided by its inclusion in the group, receiving a heads-up that Mr. Trump might mention the company an hour before the announcement, with no information about how many other companies were involved or what the purpose of the group was.

The pattern of confusion appeared to be repeating itself with members of the House and Senate who were abruptly notified through an email that they had been selected for a congressional task force on reopening the country.

“The purpose of the task force is to provide counsel to the president on the reopening of America in the wake of Covid-19,” the email continued. “The formal name of this task force has not yet been announced.”

It’s a little bit like fantasy football. You pick players that have value but they don’t know you picked them. If you were to run in to one of them for real and tell them they were on your fantasy team they would look at you and say “that’s cool man, but some of us are due back on the planet earth.”

And then there was the check thing. The government is sending $1,200 to most Americans to help them during the financial crisis.  Funny thing happened on the way to issuing the checks: the process was delayed because The Don, in a move unprecedented in our country’s history, insisted that his signature be on checks.

When someone mentioned that having his signature would delay people receiving the money it is rumored The Don said:

“Then let them eat cake!”

When his aide asked him if he knew the historical figure said that he said: “Me, it’s me, I just made that up.”

“Actually it was Marie Antoinette,” said the aide.

“Is that another woman wanting to be paid off because…you know?

“No, Mr. President, she was the French Queen during the French Revolution.

“So?”

“The people of France revolted, and they chopped off her head by guillotine.”

“Must have been quite a bitch. Isn’t my signature beautiful? My letters are like mini Trump Towers. I think people should think twice about cashing them and just frame them. One day they are going to be worth a lot of money, like rare coins.”

After having his name put on the checks, The Don actually stood at the podium in one of his press conferences and said he wasn’t sure how his name got on the checks. You can’t make this stuff up!

And how about banks having permission to garnish money from their customers if accounts are in arrears. So instead of people getting money they desperately need, the banks are filling their coffers. So imagine you have no job, are running out of money for food and you need that money to survive. Oops, sorry, no money for you. The administration could have made sure the banks didn’t take any of the $1,200, but banks rule and people drool.

In this week’s episode of “Survivor” The Blusterer-in Chief declared he was king and could tell the states that they had to do what he said. The Governors pushed back and The Don backed down but not for long.

He decided to go after specific democratic governors supporting protests by Trumpites who declared they were staying home no more. “Liberate Michigan. “Liberate Minnesota.” “Liberate Virginia,” he tweeted after observing the rally on the Capitol steps of Michigan.

The rally was organized by Owen Shroyer, the host of a show on Infowars, a website founded by the right wing nut, Alex Jones, who traffics in conspiracy theories. Mr. Shroyer told his Infowars audience this week that the Coronavirus was part of a scheme by the Chinese Communist Party and the “Deep State” to undermine Mr. Trump, and that reports of overwhelmed hospitals like those in New York were “propaganda.”

The person responsible for the safety of 330 million people is championing conspiracy theorists who believe the virus is a plot to dethrone The Don. Makes you really feel safe. The Don is not interested in saving lives; he is only interested in externalizing the blame for this horrendous situation on someone else.

Delusional Don. So desperate for the economy to come roaring back because he believes it is his path to re-election. The Don’s incapacity to take advice from anyone and understand what needs to be done to begin to open things up in a manner that can be successful, works against his own best interests. If he ramped up the testing dramatically, the data would help us understand how to proceed. But data be damned. In the end, his plan to open up too soon and his brazen egging on of Americans who want to do what they want, will lead to more deaths and a worse outcome for the economy.

Here is what one of The Don’s supporters, Representative Trey Hollingsworth of Indiana, said. He acknowledged the chance of “loss of life” from an early end to social distancing but asserted, nonetheless, that it was better than the alternative. “It is policymakers’ decision to put on our big boy and big girl pants and say it is the lesser of these two evils,” he said to a local radio station.

“Put on your big boy pants everyone and get up and dance. We are going to kick some mother fuckin ass. So Corona watch out because you are just some silly old virus and I have lots of guns. Governors get out of our way. So bring it on. “Live free or die (hard).”

If they are looking for a theme song, how about this.

We ain’t going to stay home no more,

Home no more, home no more,

And if you try to make us stay

We will simply blow you away.

Let’s check in with the virus and see how it feels about all this? How it’s doing in the game of “Survivor.”

“You can’t close America,” chanted the people.

“Absolutely not said the genius devil virus, smirking.”

“I love it” says the virus.

“The American spirit is awesome! Come on people, what you waiting for, spring is upon us. Things are blooming, the world beckons you. You have been lonely too long. You’ve been thwarted too long. Your freedom is not for the taking. Your man with the orange hair is urging you to take back America from those tyrannical governors. Just love, love, love that he is saying “Liberate Michigan, Liberate Minnesota.” I just Love, love, love that he is promoting faulty anti-body tests and says things like America can get back to work ‘by showing us who might have developed the wonderful, beautiful, immunity.’ Promote more false information Mr. Orange and I will get more deadly every day. This is so much fun. My cousins in Germany are feeling stifled by a lady called Angela. I thought presidents were supposed to protect people? Has the devil finally come to inhabit America?”

So get out there, America. No one is going to fuck with you, macho motherfuckers. You got the ammo. But last time I looked guns didn’t work with viruses. This game of “Survivor” is fun.”

“And one more thing. A special shout-out and thank you to Governor Desantis in Florida for opening up the beaches. I need a good tan and what better way to do that then to sprawl out on a beach blanket with some people who are (yuck, yuck) drinking Coronas. It’s like people swimming with sharks, but on land!”

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[vivacioustenacity]

Duel: by yours truly.

So! I fought the three and a half meter-tall, grown-ass troll and won. I should now ha5e control o5er ele5en more planets. How did it go, you ask? I was on FIR3! Literally, for three to four seconds. Note: I AM on painkillers as of now, so do not judge my storytelling abilities too harshly.

He finished his Lordship speech, so it was e5en more of a bummer I stood up to challenge him. “-Are you serious?“ “-Fuck yes I am.“

The hall riots because I am not a Lady myself (the legality is yet to be decided), but e5erybody e5entually clears out and picks a side to cheer for, probably makes bets. Sports can suck it, this is the real deal. There is no shitty film standoff with long stares, so Typhus pulls out flamethrowerkind, I grab my spearkind.

“Shit, that is a flamethrower.“ But, there is nothing else to do but approach him and get him to lunge, which he did. I dodge, he turns around, fires, I dodge the continued fire and hope he forgot to fuel it. You should ha5e seen my signature Acrobatic Fucking Pirouette! No, it was not close to empty as I found out thirty long seconds later.

Cue my switch to throwing kni5es. Not a lot of people know I use throwing kni5es, but I sure do. One goes flying, no need to hit because it is a distraction, quick switch back to spear. I attack, get the fuel cylinder. Fucking pretentious gold and gems, take my spear. The fuel splashes, but it does not stop him from pulling the trigger. B3CAUS3 TH3 IGNITION STILL FUCKING WORKS.

Oops, time to regret and recalibrate my life. Three quarters of my fabulous left brow is gone now... Shit, my fa5orite hair tie probably is, too. Fuuuuuck.

Next thing I know, shitlord kicks me, so I ha5e to guard and put up my spear. It broke. H3 BROK3 MY N3W FUCKING SP3AR.

After that, Typhus just goes to fistkind, so I need to shake that off and roll out of the way or else. Real fights are quick, you know. I brawled, I know that I was the one who mo5ed around the most so far so that was a drain, whether my opponent is a lumbering o5ergrown maggot or not. He catches me hard a time or two before I can backflip out of that one. Guess I am off the ground now. What is that? Oh, that is just my face meeting the floor. Sorry for that dent, Matriark. More time for him to fuck me o5er, but I somehow get throwingknifekind out in the process. Still too slow.

Then he breaks my walkstem. Well, I think it was more of a fracture in the beginning, because I am way tough. That wakes me up, I stab him between chitin in HIS walkstem. Get up. He gets angry, you know, the shithi5e maggots orange gander bulb look. Good and bad. Swings, I can deflect but not too long, so I mo5e. How the hell do I deal with a quick, angry bulgemunch of a fellow highblood? No safe way to do that.

Blah blah, more circling around and straining that injury. Accidentally shield with it once and roll. Got an opening to take ad5antage of? Well, if you insist. Jump and hear a crack. Nope, he catches me, so I hang there upside down and his chitinous windhole is right there. But it is a no-go since my middle is a prime slamming spot. Suck it out. Wait one. Two. Miss out on the third (thanks, but none more for me).

Caught the windhole. Crushed it. Ripped it out. Asshole dropped me on my nugbone and kept some of my fangs, apparently. New ones, too. Cannot feel them in my mouth. Blanked out at that moment, no recollection. Must ha5e stood up.

5ICTORY!!!!!