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justsomefluff · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ Reacts to You in Another Member’s Bed

Summary: You had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When you come back to bed, it is not the bed you were expecting.

Hongjoong:

Big baby wouldn’t want you to leave the bed in the first place

Clutching at your shirt to keep you in place

When you manage to escape you can still hear him whining and rolling around

After you finish your business, you stumble back into the room and fall back into bed

But Wooyoung is like wtf are you doing

You're like whoops

And then bounce over to the right bed and Joong is like

I saw that

Like okay? And?

So you just close your eyes again, I mean no biggie

But Joongie is like

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy.... you should know betterrrrr

Whiny to the max

So you just squish your face up under his neck and shush him

In the morning he’s all pouty still

So you have to make a big show of apologizing to both him and Wooyoung

Takes a hot second to get forgiveness

Highkey, he wasn’t actually mad

Actually thought it was really funny

Just wanted extra affection (brat)

Seonghwa:

This possessive fool

You get up and go to bathroom no problem

He just kinda rolls over once you leave

But when you go back to bed

In Mingi’s bed...

Mingi screams bc he’s dramatic

And you scream bc terrifying

And Yeosang is like wtf can y’all stfu

So you’re all embarrassed and apologizing profusely

You back out of the room and start laughing to yourself in the hallway

This time you check the room to be sure it’s the right one

You slip under the covers next to Seonghwa, still laughing

He wakes up this time and he’s like

“Funny dream?”

And you tell him what happened

He laughs at first but then he’s all

How could you go to Mingi’s room

Oppa told you you’re his to cuddle

Starts referring to himself in the third person, as Oppa

You’re rolling your eyes like dude hush

So he gets pouty like

Don’t roll your eyes at Oppa

STOP CALLING YOURSELF OPPA

And then you go back to sleep without incident but have to give him extra affection in the morning

Yunho:

As soon as you get out of bed he starfishes

You’re like wow I’m never gonna be able to get back in bed, there’s no room

When you finish in the bathroom you’re all squinty because your eyes are droopy and stuff

When you wiggle yourself into bed next to the starfish, you’re like ugh this sucks

You start poking his belly to get him to move

Then Jongho’s like who the hell is poking me

He opens his eyes and is like whatcha doin’ kiddo

And you’re like oh geez

So you just run out of the room and hope he thinks it was a dream

When you find the correct starfish, he has transformed into a burrito

So now, instead of not having space, you won’t have blankets

Lovely

But you decide not to poke because you have just experienced some seriously awkward consequences to poking

You just start violently tugging on the sheets

Who really cares if he wakes up

Yunho will just fall right back to sleep anyway

Unconsciously, Yunho lifts his arm above his head

And you YANK

Burrito: unrolled

So basically Yunho sleeps through everything and you have to tell him in the morning

And he’s like HAHAH you’re embarrassing

Doesn’t care and makes fun of you for the rest of your life

“Lmao remember that time-”

Yunho I swear to God

Yeosang:

Smushy cheeks on his pillow

Dead asleep when you leave

But you end up back in bed

With Hongjoong

Hongjoong wakes up and he’s like

Um, s’cuse me

Get out

And he’s blushy because it’s awkward

But you’re so tired that you don’t really care tbh

Of course in the morning you’ll be mortified but cross that bridge ya know?

So you waddle over to the right room

Slip into bed next to Yeosang

He wakes up this time like where’d ya go

Bathroom then I slept with Joong

WHAT

“Accidentally went to his room and almost fell asleep in his bed lmao we didn’t have sex dummy”

Ohhhhhhhhhhh

He laughs but you seriously scared him how rude

But then he thinks about it some more and he giggles (you know the super cute one he does?? that one)

Genuinely finds humor in the situation

Still laughing about it in the morning tbh

Makes fun of you so much when you’re dying of embarrassment

“HYUNG SHE SAID YOU SLEPT TOGETHER”

STFU NO I DID NOT

But who remembers facts? Not Yeosang

San:

San is more bitter about it than the others

When you tell him how you accidentally got in Seonghwa’s bed instead of his he’s like

Then go back

Jealous baby

How could she not know my bed??

Expects you to have some sort of sixth sense about him just cuz you’re dating

Tbh always thought you were a superhero aww

But you’re powers are weak apparently

How dare you not recognize his bed at 3 in the morning when you’re tired and there’s no light?!

Absurd

And you have to spend the entire next day forcing him into cuddles and kisses and stuff cause he’s lowkey mad at you

But you’re determined to get it through his thick ass head that it was an honest mistake

Finally he relents but he’s like, next time you have to pee...hold it

San literally makes the exact same mistake and ends up in Seonghwa’s bed

Seonghwa is like IM GONNA PUT A PADLOCK ON MY DOOR

Oops

And then it’s your turn to make fun of San so you’re even

Mingi:

Big. Baby.

Clingy and all that

But you’re half asleep

I’ll be back I just have to pee chill the f out

But then you are not back

Because you’re in Yunho’s bed

Two big boys can get confusing in the dark okay?

And Yunho didn’t wake up when you got in his bed so he doesn’t even notice anything out of place

Mingi is like

She’s been gone a while

And he goes to look for you

Clingy or is he just worried bout you? You decide

Anyway you’re not in the bathroom so he’s like ??????

But then he’s walking by Yunho’s room and he’s like

He never leaves the door open what’s up with that

So he peeks in and he’s like... there’s one extra person in that bed...

He’s nosy so he’s like who dis

AND ITS YOUUU

He’s like what in the world

But you and Yunho aren’t like, cuddling or anything so he’s like whatever

Basically you just made a wrong turn on the way back from the bathroom bc their doors are across from each other

Mingi just kinda picks you up and takes you back to his room

Doesn’t say anything to anyone in the morning because he doesn’t wanna embarrass you sweet boy

Does make you stay in bed with him for a while longer in the morning though

But you don’t really think anything of it bc he’s hard to wake up anyway

Wooyoung:

You’re scared to tell him that after you went potty you ended up in Yeosang’s bed

I mean nothing happened but Wooyoung’s mind can spiral into suspicion so you’re worried

I mean Yeosang was just as terrified

Wooyoung’s wrath ya know?

Yeosang’s like did you see him win that blindfolded swordfight omg

So you and Yeosang decide to both tell him

You’re all on different couches like an intervention

And you explain what happened super gently

You’re already apologizing to both of them when Wooyoung laughs straight in your face

He’s like WHO CARES

As long as anything didn’t actually happen between you then whatever

Just try not to do it again

And you’re like ahhhhh omigod

Wooyoung just kinda gives you a hug and a kiss

Then he leaves the room like nothing happened

And you and Yeosang are like... wut

So you follow him like are you actually okay bc like

And Wooyoung’s like I genuinely don’t care

But then you make him cuddle for the rest of the day bc you wanna make sure he knows you love him

Jongho:

You never intended to end up in San’s bed

Quite the opposite actually

I mean he does share a room with your boyfriend so I guess that’s an alright excuse

But you pretty much passed out again after your head hit the pillow

San wakes up and is like wtf

And instead of waking you up to get you out of his bed he starts whisper shouting to Jongho

And Jongho’s like shut up Im asleep

San’s like get yo girl

Jongho wakes up at that one

And then he’s laughing like really loud

Because he thinks it’s hilarious

Like San is so uncomfortable and you're dead asleep

Laugh riot

And he’s being loud so you wake up

And then Jongho’s standing and San is in bed next to you and you’re like oooowhooppsssiee

So you get up and you’re like my bad

San’s like whatever don’t get in my bed, you kicked Shiber out of his spot

Sorry Shiber

You get back into bed with Jongho but he keeps laughing so you don’t sleep for another hour

Teases the living daylights out of you until San threatens to kill him and he’s like sorry hyung

Then you sleep

But if you think he's not gonna start making fun of you straight out the gate in the morning

You’re so wrong

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #ateez yunho #yeosang #wooyoung #jongho #san #ateez san #mingi #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #imagine #fanfiction

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canid-slashclaw · 4 years ago

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The Lighthouse Keeper

Chapter 1

A warm sensation throbbed against Kaleb’s face. He looked down and noticed a winged farie dragon was worming its way into his left nostril.

There you go little guy. Find your dark, warm home.

The sky above was bathed in swaths of crystalline sheep and shimmering buttered toast. Curiously, he wondered why the three-headed dingle troll had not come to join the tea party.

Off in the distance he heard a faint voice. At first he could not make out what it said, but as he concentrated harder, he swore it sounded something like holstill.

He looked at the faerie dragon once more. Then he looked up and closed his eyes.

Now when I count to three, you’ll be safe and sound in your new home.

One..

Two…

Three…

Okay little fella…

“Whaaaaaa!!”

“My gods! What the HELL?!”

Kaleb’s eyes were open for real this time. He felt a warm furry hand clasped hold of his lower jaw as he looked at his nose practically cross-eyed and saw an orange pawed finger shoved firmly in his left nostril.

“Hold still, you doofus! Otherwise I might jab something that I don’t intend to,” Amalthia’s voice said with a firm but soothing purr.

His mind pondered the most obvious question after being awakened from his strange, but otherwise peaceful slumber.

“Why do you have your claw up my schnoz?” He said with a nasally grunt.

She looked at him and smiled with her pearly canines displayed prominently across her golden feline face. “You’ve got a booger that’s been hanging out from under your nose every time you breath out. It’s disgusting! And since you, my love, are too lazy to do anything about it, I thought I would take an angling excursion by removing it for you.”

“Now hold still.”

She wiggled her claw some more hoping to snag the gooey little rascal.

“Waaait… almost…”

“Got it!”

Amalthia withdrew her finger, held it aloft and marveled at the long rubbery wad of mucus that dangled at the tip of her ivory claw. She opened her maw, then with a lap of her raspy tongue, licked her talon clean.

“Mmmm. Salty! Not too unlike certain other oozy parts of your body.” She gave a playful squeeze to his manhood as she gazed into his chestnut eyes.

He gazed back into her amber orbs. “I love you, Ama. Even though you are quite…”

It was all he could say, just seconds before the couple locked in a passionate kiss.

“Disgusting?” She chimed. “Would you have me any other way?”

“No.”

“Good! But you know that you are adorably disgusting as well.” She licked him on the face then rested her head on his bare chest.

“Me? No way! At least I don’t perform fishing expeditions up your schnozolla.” Kaleb said as he massaged each of her four ears.

“Oh, but you do perform them elsewhere. Don’t you? Hmmm?” His charr wife pointed to her posterior.

Kaleb’s face briefly turned red as a beet before returning to its normal ruddy complexion.

“You are so adorable when you blush, little mouse. It makes me really horny just seeing you this way.”

“Is that an invitation for seconds?”

“I thought it was thirds? My oh my Mister Grimwald. You have been pumping my cup to overflow on a rather consistent and quite pleasurable basis over these past two weeks.”

“Hey! I’ve got the juice to fill it, yanno!”

Just then, there was a knock on the door followed by the shuffling sound of something being slid under it.

“Seriously, Kal. My love canal topped off and I’m leaking like a runny bucket because of you. These sheets are a sticky mess and I haven’t even bathed yet.”

Kaleb looked puzzled. “Should I be ashamed of my mess or proud?”

With catlike grace, Amalthia leaped from the bed, yanked off the covers then promptly tossed them in Kaleb’s face. “I think you should do the laundry this time, love!”

“Geez! And here I thought charr gals were supposed to be different. I suppose women are the same no matter what species they are,” he said with a huff.

She flashed him a toothy grin. “We are a species unto ourselves, us females. Cower before our might!” “So does that mean we can get a little more nooky, nooky in after I do the laundry?”

“No sugar and spice until sheets are as white as… well, you know what I mean. Now to the washroom with you, manslave!”

Hmm. I wonder what junk mail was slid under the door this time, Amalthia thought to herself as she wandered over to the front door garbed only in her luxurious golden tiger striped pelt.

Kaleb stepped through the doorway leading to the basement of their new flat. He and Amalthia moved from Ulfgar’s tavern a couple of months ago hoping to find a place that was a bit more roomy. After taking care of his chores, he headed back upstairs to find his wife thumbing through the mail.

His wife mumbled off a few incoherent words as she began tossing the parcels on the small coffee table.

“Lesse – bills, bills. A potential new contract… on someone’s head of course,” she said with a wicked grimace. “More bills. A royal invitation from Queen Jenna annnnd… can you guess?”

“You had me at the contract.” He quipped.

She smirked. “An invitation to appear on the Bernie Lomax show.”

“Now what was that about the bills?”

Amalthia was the one who looked puzzled this time. “Um. Didn’t you even catch what I just said?”

“No, Miss Steelblade. Of course I’m referring to the royal invitation, furball! Now why don’t you be a good kitty and open it for me.”

“So saucy this morning, aren’t we Mister Grimwald?” She shrugged her shoulders, smiled then with a quick swipe of her claw, opened the parcel. The letter was written on high quality parchment and bore the raised seal of the Krytan Queen. She read aloud.

“Dear Amalthia and Kaleb Grimwald-Steelblade,

By order of her royal majesty Queen Jenna of Kryta, you are both hereby invited to meet directly the highness herself in Divinity’s Reach in celebration of your groundbreaking union. The meeting will be held at the royal palace at noon a fortnight from the day you receive this letter.

Best regards,

Signed, Jenna – Queen of Kryta”

She folded the letter then looked at Kaleb. “Eh. It’s probably just junk mail. Shall it pitch it?”

Kaleb rushed over to examine the invitation more closely. “Woah there. While I might not be the most educated man in Tyria, I do know a legit seal when I see one. That definitely looks like the real thing.”

“Great! That means word of our marriage has reached some pretty important peeps in Tyria. Annnd it means loads of some of the finest vintage that we can get ourselves completely shit-faced drunk off of too. How about that?” She said with a grin.

She looked at him and noticed a markedly unexpected countenance on his face. “Kaleb? What’s the matter?”

Kaleb turned away and bowed his head. “Nothing’s the matter.”

“Look. Since being with you, I’ve come to recognize how humans express their emotions through facial gestures. Yours tells me that something's not all peachy keen. Now what is it??”

“Nothing! Okay?! Sorry Ama, It’s something I’d rather not talk about if you don’t mind.”

Her four ears drooped in sadness as she went over to him. “We’re a team, Kal. When we bonded six months ago, you promised that we would face our problems together. Now buck up and tell me!”

He closed his eyes as his thoughts drifted to the past. Divinity’s Reach – it’s been a lifetime ago. But now it only feels like it all happened only yesterday. Dammit!

With a heavy sigh, he opened his eyes then turned to her. “You are right, Ama. Something is wrong. Well. More to the point… something went wrong many years ago. That place was Divinity’s Reach.”

“Oh my. I hear a story coming. I’m all ears,” Amalthia laughed then sat down as her ears flicked in contentment.

Kaleb pulled up a chair, rested his elbows on the table then clasped his hands together. “Where do I begin?”

“One step at a time, Kal. You can do this.” She assured him.

Yes I can! he mused.

Kaleb began to tell his tale. (Story cross-posted to AO3.)

#tyrias-library #gw2 fanfic #the outliers #lighthoue keeper #kaleb and amalthia #human and charr #cw adult situations #guildwars 2

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ionlyeatcomfortfood · 5 years ago

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The Selection: Sander Side Style- Chapter 3

A/N: Okay, so I know I said the next writing would be the third part of A Boy Worth Fighting For, but I’ve been struggling to write that, but I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER THREE FOR THIS BAD BITCH SO I’M POSTING IT! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1965 (oh my gosh I wrote so much)

Pairings: Logince, Moxiety

Warnings: Homophobia, Kicked Out, negative talk towards Roman, sympathetic Remus, cursing.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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He had done it. Roman had done it. He turned in an application against his mother’s wishes. Holy shit.

He had never done anything like this before. Remus was the bad boy, the one who didn’t follow the rules. Roman was a golden boy. He always did what his parents said, ‘cause parents know best. At least that’s what he thought.

But when his mom exploded, Roman just knew he couldn’t listen to her anymore. If she was going to so vehemently deny who Roman was, even if she didn’t know it, how could Roman listen?

So he had done what he wanted for once. He wanted to be apart of the Selection, so he applied. It had been about a week since he had sent in an application, and tonight was the night they would announce the Selection contestants. Roman was equally parts excited and scared. But he was ready.

Or so he thought.

He had to beg his mom to watch it. Lyssa did not want anything to do with the broadcast, but a glance at Roman’s puppy eyes did the trick. They sat down on the couch to watch the king announce the Selection contestants.

“We have Patton Foster, Four. Delcan Rose, Two.”

Come on, come on.

“Emile Picani, Three. Remy Zephyr, Four.”

Come on. Please.

“Roman Prince, Five.”

The king continued down the list of names, but no one in the Prince household was listening. The television wasn’t turned off, it just sorta became background noise.

“You put in an application. After I specifically told you not to?” Lyssa was silently fuming. Remus and Carlos were waiting behind her, quiet.

“Yes.”

“Why? You’d have to be crazy! Or… no,” Lyssa shook her head. “No, no, no. Y-you can’t be a…”

“A homosexual, Mom? Is that the word you’re looking for? Yes, Mom.” Roman spat the words out. He wouldn’t have been able to get them out of his head otherwise.

Lyssa was quiet for a moment for she said “Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get out of my house, you monster! Get out!” Lyssa screamed.

Roman knew she was going to react harshly, but he hadn’t been expecting this. He just thought she would give him the silent treatment until it was time for him to go to the palace. He didn’t expect her to kick him out.

“Mom, please-”

“You’re no son of mine! I did not raise my kid to be a homosexual! SO GET OUT!”

Roman turned to his father and brother. His father’s face was impassive, but Remus was actually a little sympathetic. “Dad.”

“You heard your mother,” Carlos’s voice was ice cold. “Out.”

“Rem. Please.”

Remus looked at his parents, fire and ice, and walked over to Roman. Roman sighed.

“I’m not leaving you, Roman.”

“What? Remus, you can’t be thinking about going with this imbecile!” Lyssa said.

“Mom. I can do what I want. Besides, if you must know, I also put my name in the drawing, because I am a raging homosexual.” Remus didn’t even bat an eye when Lyssa went fucking ballistic.

“You as well! What went wrong? What is going on?”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have places to be,” Remus said, dragging Roman out the door. “Oh, and if you did love us, at some point, would please direct any palace officials to the Redwood’s household?”

And with that, Remus slammed the door, leaving a dumbfounded pair left in the Prince household, TV still blaring.

xxxxx

The next couple days were insane for Roman. Their parents had done what Remus had requested and directed palace officials to the Redwood’s house. Remus was an old friend of the eldest Redwood, Maxon, so the Redwoods welcomed them in and congratulated Roman on his success.

Tailors came and measured him for suits, manner coaches talked to him about where he was, manner was (quite adept), and just plain government workers who explained how this would all work a million times over.

They would arrive at the palace, along with thirty-four other guys, in which the prince would pick and choose guys he liked and go on dates with them. At a certain point, the prince picks his Elite, ten guys that have the best shot of being the prince’s spouse (they always used ‘spouse’, not husband). Then from there, the prince chooses who he will marry.

They had also mentioned how his family would get paid every week he was still in the Selection, which he had made a few inquires about.

“So, this family is not my birth family,” Roman said while the tailor maneuvered around him.

The official that was there that day, Ms. Potts, glanced up from the magazine she was reading. “Are you adopted?”

“No. But my parents kicked me out when I was announced a winner, so I was wondering if the money could come to this family?”

“No can do, sir,” Potts said. “Only the families of the contestants can receive the money.”

“What about my brother?” Roman asked.

Potts looked over to where Remus was chasing around the younger kids and sighed. “How old is he?”

“He’s my twin, and we turn 18 in three months.” Roman said as the tailor finished his measurements.

Potts thought for a moment, before saying “We could probably transfer the funds to him. We would just need to get your written consent that you’re okay with that.”

Roman nodded. “Of course.”

“Well, with that out of the way, we should get going. Come along Bartholomew,” Potts said to the tailor. He packed up his supplies and they were off.

“So, is that all the fancy prep you have for today?” Remus asked, the younger Redwood children, Ravyon and Celie, hanging off his legs.

“Yeah. Until tomorrow, that is.”

“So, do you think we could go visit the children?” Remus smiled.

Roman nodded. ‘The children’ Remus were referring to were the kids down in the orphanage. It was the one thing the twins had always done together. They would visit the orphanage and tell stories, play with the kids, and help deal with temper tantrums and nasty diapers. They hadn’t gone in some while, especially since Remus had his accident.

“I’d love to.” Roman said, and with that, the two left the Redwoods with a goodbye and a promise to bring back some bread.

xxxxx

When they entered the orphanage, they were greeted by a flurry of young children crowding them. Every child was shouting, and it was really quite a sight.

“Roman! Do you have another story?”

“Remus! Look what I drew!”

“You’re back!”

“Woah, everybody, take a breather,” Roman said, hugging all the kids that were holding onto him. “I know you guys are excited, but we’re only two people, and there are twenty of you.”

“Twenty-one now,” One of the older kids, Lace, said. “There’s a new kid, but they don’t wanna come out of there room.”

“Oh. Well in that case, I’ll go talk to them, see if I can get them to join us. Remus, would you mind telling these rascals a fairy tale?” Roman asked, already slipping away from the crowd.

“My pleasure. Say, how many of you have heard the story of Cinderella?”

Roman walked down the hallway to see a door closed. He knew from previous visits that the door was usually open because there was no child to occupy it. The new kid must be in there.

Roman knocked on the door and waited till he heard a small little ‘come in’ before entering.

“Hello, little one. What’s your name?” Roman asked the small child curled up on the edge of their bed.

“I’m Mo,” The little one whispered, curling more into themselves.

“Hey, your okay. There’s no reason to be nervous.” Roman crouched next to Mo and smiled. “So, are you a little prince or princess?”

“I’m neither,” Mo said.

“Alright, then you are tiny but mighty royalty!” Roman exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose. Just as he intended, he got a little giggle out of the child.

“Would you like to hear a story, Mo?” Mo nodded. “Alrighty. Have you heard of the Princess and the Dragon?” Mo shook their head. “Well, here it goes.”

Roman recounted the story, waving his hands around, making different voices for all the characters, and just being his normal goofy self. Mo was laughing, gasping, and yelling, and it made Roman’s heart warm. From just one story, he had gotten this shy child to laugh. He was good at this, and it made him proud to be him.

“So, did you like that story?” Roman asked as he wrapped up the tale.

Mo nodded excitedly. “Can you tell me another one?”

Roman glanced at the time. “I’m sorry, but me and my brother have to get going.”

“Oh. Can you come next week?”

“Again, no. I’m going to be at the castle.”

Mo’s eyes widened. “The castle? What for?”

“I’m part of the Selection.”

Mo’s eyes got even wider. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“Woah, that’s so cool!”

“I know.”

“Hey!” Mo jumped up from the bed to grab a sheet of paper. “How about when your in the castle, you write me letters!” Mo wrote the address of the orphanage on the sheet of paper and handed it to Roman. “Please?”

“Of course, tiny but mighty royalty!” Roman smiled, giving the kid a quick hug before going to find his brother.

xxxxx

The last few days before he left for the palace rushed by Roman, leaving him breathless. He could barely keep up with everything that was happening. And before he knew it, it was the day he had been waiting for. The day they traveled to the palace.

Ms. Potts was back to escort Roman to the car, since there was already a hoard of press waiting outside to bombard him with questions. He had said all his goodbyes except for one: Remus.

Roman stood before his brother. Remus, despite all his buffoonery, was a good person underneath. He was just a little misguided. He placed a hand on Remus’s shoulder.

“Okay. I had them direct the money the families get weekly to you. But do not blow it on yourself. Give some to the Redwoods, since they’re going to be hosting you for awhile.”

Remus shrugged off Roman’s hand. “I know. I was already planning on it.”

“Remus. Seriously. Be smart about this.”

“Geez, Dad, I already told you I would. Okay? I’m okay now.”

Roman looked at his twin. They were so different, but they were still brothers. And Roman still loved him.

Roman pulled Remus into a hug. “Thank you for leaving with me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“You’d probably be wandering on the streets.” Remus joked. “But in all seriousness, I wouldn’t have stayed with those witches anyway. I would gladly do it again.”

The brothers hugged, then it was time for Roman to be off.

“Farewell, all. I shall see you in another life.”

“You’re leaving for a couple months. We’ll see you soon enough.” Remus said, and it was the last thing Roman heard before he was whisked away.

xxxxx

Roman got situated on the plane, when a voice joined his thoughts.

“Hello! I’m Patton! It’s nice to meet you!” A blonde boy was sitting next to him, freckles adorning his face and a permanent smile on his face.

“I’m Roman Prince. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Prince? Well that’s no fair, you already have an advantage!” Patton joked.

“Well, you must use every advantage you have, my dear Patton.” Roman joked back.

“I can tell we are going to be royal friends.” Patton smiled.

Roman smiled back. Maybe there was more to look forward to than just the prince in the Selection.

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Click here to read the fairy tale Roman told Mo.

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adder-lykel · 5 years ago

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Felices Los 4 (M!Raleigh x MC)

Summary: Inspired by Maluma’s Felices Los 4. Raleigh and Cadence need some time to finally figure out exactly what they are.

Warning: Explicit language. Some references to sex.

Word Count: 3200

Si conmigo te quedas O con otro tú te vas No me importa un carajo Porque sé que volverás

Raleigh woke up to emptiness by his side. He grimaced as he rolled over, soaking in the fading warmth that Cadence left behind when she awoke at the break of dawn and snuck out of his hotel room before they got caught. Two months after the ‘break up’ and he still could not stay away from her. He didn’t mind the risks, after all hooking up adds to his bad boy persona. But if Cadence got caught, well her image would be ruined. This was all this was right? Hooking up. He was used to sleeping around, not remembering all the names of the women he had been with, but for a while now the only woman on his mind and in his sheets was Cadence Dorian. God, did he wish things were different.

He grimaced as he reached the bedside, hundreds of text filling the screen. At the top was one from

Cadence“Had a good time last night, sorry I didn’t wake you up. You just looked too cute sleeping ;)” His cheeks warmed as he smiled.

He texted back, “Don’t have too much fun with your bf” To which she shot back,

“Hopefully Jaylen ‘Notice me Raleigh’ Riaz doesn’t get on your nerves too much”

He rolled his eyes groaning as he remembered that his new girlfriend was none other than Jaylen Riaz. Boy was she annoying. The only thing he liked about that woman was her singing voice, but by now even that annoyed him.

Jaylen squealed as she lept into Raleigh arms outside the hotel, the bright flashing lights making him grimace. Or maybe she was. On cue he pulled her in for a deep kiss. He pulled away, putting on his sunglasses as Jaylen looped her arm with his and walked through with a flashing smile.

“Raleigh how do you feel about Cadence making it official with her One in a Million mentor Avery Wilshire!”

Raleigh sneered, about to answer when Jaylen interrupted, “Well you know I’m the winner here.” She let out a giggle and snuggled against Raleigh who forced a smirk as he winked at the cameras through his glasses.

“Jaylen how do you feel about being Raleigh’s sloppy seconds?” Raleigh had to stop himself from laughing as a look of shock spread across Jaylen’s face. Of course it was his favorite pap. She looked at Raleigh for defense who sighed and rolled her eyes, “How does Avery feel about being Cadence’s sloppy seconds? Don’t be sexist.”

Frankly he did not like that Avery was Cadence’s rebound. Raleigh was not one to get jealous, but there was a part of him who knew that Avery would be a better match for Cadence. He swore there wasn’t a single bad cell in that man’s body, except that maybe he was too nice. But maybe there was something that Cadence didn’t see in Avery, because nearly every night she was in Raleigh’s bed. Raleigh swore that by the time these relationships passed they would get together, and he would do things right. But life had other plans as time went on, and he found his bed getting colder more often.

It started with Cadence’s tour and Raleigh’s Vegas residency. Raleigh was practically stuck in a place that was made for him, while Avery could basically tail and support Cadence.

One night he found himself texting, “I miss you, come back to me. Wish I was with you.” But he deleted it quickly and instead sent,

Raleigh: “How’s Paris”

Cadence: “Gorgeous, everything I’ve ever dreamed.” Raleigh turned on his side, grimacing as he tortured himself over not being there.

“Call me.” I miss you

“Can’t Avery is taking me on a date on the Eiffel Tower”

“How cliché”

She didn’t respond. Figures, she must have been falling deeply in love with that Ken doll of a boyfriend.

Raleigh sat up, reaching for the bottle of bourbon next to his bedside and taking a swig of it. There wasn’t a label for him and Cadence, hell they’ve never even said ‘I love you’ to each other. He knew that she had her needs too, and he couldn’t hold her back. The world is a lonely place for people like them, and he was sure that she had probably hooked up with Avery a few times.

He grimaced at the thought of this, and took a longer swig of the bourbon before slamming it down and grabbing his phone. He checked to see if Cadence responded. She didn’t. Instead he scrolled down to Jaylen sending a rather regrettable text now that he thought of it, but she was in town and they were still fake dating.

“Come over.” He typed, suddenly not caring that he disliked every fiber in her being just for one escape.

He should have known better than to give Jaylen attention. They were at the Grammys and of course they were seated next to Cadence and Avery for the drama. Cadence grinned over at him, and he couldn’t help but smile to as he went to say hi, when Jaylen interrupted him.

Grinning, she grabbed Cadence and squealed, “I don’t see why you broke up with Raleigh, Cadence! I mean he is just…intoxicating.” Avery cringed behind Cadence as he shot Raleigh a look. What was that for? He wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Cadence forced a smile, before saying shakily, “Trust me, I know, but uh good luck.” She gave Raleigh a prying glance before softly pushing Avery to sit on her other side, creating a wall between her and Jaylen.

How could she be mad at him? While she was doing worse things with Avery. They were backstage, about to present with Cadence Best Rap album. She was silent as she stared ahead. He reached out touch her, “Cadence?”

“Did you sleep with her?” she said coolly, still not looking at him.

“What? Hello to you too.”

“Answer me Raleigh.”

“Sleep with who?”

“Don’t play dumb. Jaylen.”

Raleigh took in a deep breath, “Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Well, geez do you want me to give you a whole report?” Raleigh chuckled as Cadence shot him an icy glare. “What don’t act like you haven’t slept around too?” Cadence scoffed as she rolled her eyes, “With who? Shane who still hates me? Or Avery? I haven’t in fact, not yet.”

“Why are you so twisted then?”

“Because you hate Jaylen!” And you love me, she thought. She guessed not.

“There is such a thing as hate sex you know. Besides it means nothing to me. Also we’re not even a thing…” Raleigh trailed off as he saw tears well up in Cadence’s eyes.

Maybe she was wrong about everything, maybe what they had was only a spark. She choked on her tears, trying hold them back in order to not ruin her make up. He reached for her, and she numbly pushed him off. Walking towards the stage, leaving him trailing behind her. Maybe she should have known better to think that what they’ve had could be love. She read the words on the teleprompter with a forced smile, not turning to Raleigh when the fake banter came. She knew she looked stiff. She knew this was going to spin out as an awkward ex encounter in the papers. She didn’t care anymore.

When they went back stage she pushed past him, gripping her gown as she scurried off, away from everything, away from all of the fake surrounding them.

Avery found her crying in some diner that night, and she let him comfort her that night.

“You know he’s no good for you.” Avery said as he wrapped an arm around her waist as they laid in bed together.

“I just thought that what we had was real.” Cadence replied as she tried to focus on the man in front of her. But she couldn’t. She knew that if she could choose she would be with Raleigh now, but she had to give Avery a chance.

“It’s hard to find what’s real in this industry that’s why I love you.” Avery said, not minding that that word slipped out of his mouth. Cadence didn’t know what to say, so instead she pulled him in for a kiss.

Two months passed by, and Raleigh was now sitting up in bed, Jaylen snoring soundly as he grabbed his phone. He went to his old messages and looked at Cadence’s name sorrowfully. Why does he ache like this? It’s been two months and he still misses her, still yearns for her to just say hi to him. Unbeknownst to him Cadence was thinking the same thing,

Finally he texted, “I miss you, can we talk?”

20 minutes passed and finally responded, “No.”

“Then why did you respond.”

“Because I wanted to annoy you.”

“Funny, but seriously?”

“K”

“Cadence, I want you to know that I can’t stop thinking about you. I care about you in so many ways. And I understand if you are falling for Avery, he’s a good guy. I’m just grateful to be that spiteful yet friendly fake ex in your life. Just let me back in.” Raleigh texted, his heart beating in his throat. Was he in love with her. She responded, “I overreacted, I know I wasn’t fair about you and Jaylen. I just couldn’t help but feel jealous at the time. But Avery’s been good to me, and Jaylen’s been trying for you. It wouldn’t be fair for either of them to go back to what we were doing.”

Fuck everybody else Raleigh almost typed, but instead he replied, “I know, just let me be there for you.” I love you. He was desperate, he wanted her, he needed her.

“Meet me for coffee at 9.”

Raleigh and Jaylen were scheduled for an late night interview, while Avery was going to take Cadence out on a date that would change her life.

Cadence giggled as Avery lead her down the beach. “I still don’t understand where we’re going.” She adored Avery, she really did. He made her feel safe.

“We’ll get there when we get there now come along.” He lead to a secluded spot, where there were candles all around and a white blanket. “Sex on the beach? Nice”

Avery rolled his eyes as he pulled her towards him, “No that comes later.” he winked. In one fluid motion he grabbed her hand and knelt on the ground. Hopefully Raleigh’s advice will pull through.

“Cadence Dorian, the way you make me feel is the realest I’ve in a long time. You’re my muse, my everything. And these past few months have been far from fake. There is not one thing in the world that holds me back from asking you…will you marry me?”

Raleigh straightened himself out as he sauntered onto the couch with Jaylen next to him for Leland St. James. He smirked at the cameras, trying not to think about Cadence’s important night. Of course he knew, he helped Avery. Didn’t mean he hated every single bit of it.

He tuned out most of the monologue until Leland asked, “Now, Raleigh would you say things are getting pretty serious between you and Jaylen? Could we be looking at a possible Mrs. Carrera?”

Raleigh chuckled shaking his head while Jaylen elbowed his side and said with a smile, “Well I think things are pretty serious, right babe?” Raleigh just nodded and said, “Might keep this one for a while.”

“Yes well it has been a while. I mean this is your longest girlfriend! Come on put a ring on it.” Jaylen blushed, giggling as she cuddled next to Raleigh.

“So Jaylen I’ve heard you’ve been working on a new album. Give us all the details.”

Jaylen smiled and said, “Well, I wanted to take a more romantic approach.” She did not write a single word in that album.

“Are we getting a collab?”

“Well I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

“Anyway, on to the juicy stuff,” said Leland, “Jaylen how do you feel about Cadence’s romance with former mentor Avery Wilshere?”

Jaylen rolled her eyes and said with a smirk, “We all know Cadence is well…A temptress. I mean she seduced Raleigh, and now she’s returning the favor to Avery. Simple as that. Nothing real like me and Raleigh have. Besides, had she not used her…skills…I would have won, right Raleigh.”

Raleigh grimaced. He knew this was coming, and he knew what he had to say. He knew he had to bash Cadence’s image in order to boost his. And yet he sat there quietly as Jaylen and Leland looked at him expectantly.

“No.”

Cadence said as her heart sake to her stomach. She knew she loved Avery in some way, but not like this. Avery’s faced dropped as he stood up, and looking at her face he understood. She didn’t love him the way he wanted to see it.

“Avery I’m sorry, I love you so much, but I’m not sure…” Cadence trailed off as she searched for anything in Avery’s face. Betrayal, hurt, sorrow, anything.

Avery wished she could finish that sentenced. He wanted to hear “I’m not sure if I’m ready.” That would have given him hope. No he was sure she the end would be “I’m not sure if I’m in love with you that way.”

“You don’t have to finish,” Avery said softly as he cupped her face. She looked up, tears brimming her eyes. She wished she could say yes. She wished she was in love with him like he was in love with her.

“I’m sorry.” She choked out.

“Hey, it’s okay I get it. It’s not my first heart break.” Well, actually this heart break is the one that hurts the most.

“No, I want to love you, I want to ride off with you into the sunset and get married and live this fantasy but,”

“But that isn’t your story.” Avery cooed as he tried to focus his energy on comforting the woman that he loved that didn’t love him back. “I get it Cadence. I’m just grateful I threw my hat in the rink for you…But Raleigh is hard to get through.”

Cadence looked up in shock. How did he know? Avery shook his head. Of course he knew.

She wiped her tears away, “I know. But I want to fight for him. I don’t care if I have to go through Fiona, if I have to find a new label, or if I have pry Jaylen Riaz off of him. That’s what you do, you fight for people you love.”

Avery nodded backing away, “Well, go get him then.” I hope he fights for you to.

“Like now?”

“I mean, I kind of need my own heart break right now?”

“Oh, yeah sorry…Are you going to be okay?”

“Nothing a few break up songs won’t fix. I think you’ve inspired me.” He chuckled. Cadence gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “Thank you Avery.” She scurried off, and Avery finally allowed himself to break when she was out of sight.

“No,” Raleigh repeated as he glared over at Leland and Jaylen pulling himself from Jaylen in disgust. The studio fell silent.

“I’m sorry?” Leland started as Jaylen hissed, “Babe?”

“No, I refused to partake in this stupid media circus. And refuse to drag Cadence Dorian,” Raleigh stood up. “Actually if anything that is fake it is this stupid relationship between this girl and me. I mean it’s like some deity had it out there for me and decided to pair me up with the most annoying girl on the planet. I swear, every time you open your mouth I want to vomit. No offense” Jaylen looked up at him in shock while Leland looked straight into the camera. No way he wasn’t going to stop filming. He was capturing a Carrera break down.

“Fuck this, fuck all of you!” Raleigh barked as he pointed his finger at the room. “Cadence Dorian is the realest person in the industry, she is able to write amazing songs, unlike this girl who probably hasn’t lifted a single pen in her life. She is a kind soul, who just wants to sing. Isn’t that enough for you people? Do you want me to drag her into the mud? Because I can’t. And I refuse to be anyone’s puppet. To tell the truth all of my relationships have been fake. But even when Cadence and I were faking it felt real. You want me to judge her and Avery’s relationship I can’t. I know Avery Wilshere is a good guy who would hold himself back when he was her mentor. I know that any guy Cadence is forced to be with is going to fall in love with her like I have.” That was it, he knew it all along, he was still in love with Cadence.

“And you know what? Maybe instead wasting your lives admiring stupid celebrities like us why don’t you—” the show cut off before Raleigh used all of his swear words.

He knew he was in trouble, he knew that this public breakdown could be spun so many different ways. Fiona chewed him out as he was escorted off stage but he didn’t care. For the first time in his life, he felt real with himself.

Cadence woke up that morning to a pap pick of her and Avery with the caption, “Trouble in Paradise? Cadence Dorian rejects Avery Wilshere’s proposal, living heartthrob in the dust.” That was fair. What she didn’t expect to see was the side headline, “Raleigh Carrera has a meltdown on TV. Was it drugs? Alcohol? Or something else?” This intrigued her and she went straight to the source and watched Leland’s show.

Cadence: “Can we talk?”

Raleigh: “Hey look we’re headline buddies.”

Raleigh: “Sure. I’ll head to your place”

Within minutes he was at her door, and she pulled him inside. “You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“You might have ruined your career.”

“I know, and you rejected the perfect man.”

“I know. But he wasn’t for me.”

“Then who is perfect enough for you,” Raleigh said he pulled in closer, his hand softly touching her elbow as he tried to make eye contact instead of looking at the lips he missed so much.

“I don’t know, might be a bad boy Puerto Rican who would risk it all to defend me honor.” Cadence smirked as she edged closer to him.

Raleigh’s breath caught in his throat, and he finally said softly, “I love you Cadence Dorian, always have. Always will. But I’m not good for you or your image.”

“And I love you Raleigh Carrera. And you know both know that the whole world could eat our--” she was cut off as she was pulled by him into a long, hungry kiss. He wrapped his arms around, holding her close, absorbing her warmth and taking in the beautiful scent of her hair.

Y siempre que se va, regresa a mí No importa el que dirán, somos tal para cual

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michaelreaderreblog · 6 years ago

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My truemate pt13

AN: The long wait is now over. I dont remember if I even edited this but if I didnt. I am so sorry. I was getting another thing going and “editing” at the same time. Anyways, My truemate is finally up and will continue going. Sorry for the long silence, dreadful cage. Sorry wont go into a personal rant. Enjoy my loves!! Tag list is there. If you’d like to be added to the tags please send a message. I hope I got everyone for the tags, I know last time I didnt. Ok enjoy my sweeet darlings. Yes my inner Freddie Mercury is appearing.

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After a few minutes have gone by is when the both of you hear the garage door open and he gets straight to work with the deliveries he will be doing.

His phone rings and he is all business for the rest of the day.

“Well that was rather interesting” you say to break the silence after taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

“I suppose it rather is” Castiel says with a smile still spread across his face

You could feel that he is feeling rather content about Dean serving him breakfast when he almost forgot that he is suppose to be working.

“After we are done here, we can start working and one question though?” you say getting up to put your plate away into the sink, you really needed to get on the dishes.

“Geez, I'll get this later, I have a few things to do before I do the dishes” you mutter to yourself.

“My car got delivered to the house before getting here and thats how I got myself here” Castiel says from the table while he sill eating the food Dean has served him.

“Damn, thats right. Is it alright if we used your car to delivery the party favours?” you ask from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I dont see that as a problem. You finished them already?” he asks as he gets up from the table to bring over his dirty dishes to place into the sink to as well.

“Yeah I got them done last night when I couldnt sleep” you tell him while getting the water ready.

You decided to wash the dishes and setting them on the rack for them to dry.

“Anything troubling you, why you couldnt sleep?” he asks standing beside you as you begin to rinse out the suds from the plates.

“Uh, yeah” you answer him quietly.

“Do you want to talk to me about it?” he asks in sympathy.

“When we first moved here and sort of got settled into the house. We decided to head out for supper and when we got to the diner there was this douchey pervert that grabbed me. He was just so aggressive and the things that he said just made me feel so like Im only useful for one thing. The things that he wanted to do to me just scared me so much that something could happen at any given time and I feel that this will not be the first.” You tell Castiel as you try not to break down in front of him but he can sense that you fear there is going to be more trouble a head.

“Hey, hey, hey, dont worry about a thing ok. You have two caring, loving, protective brothers who are willing to do anything for you. I for one will not let anything happen to you and we need to tell my father about this and soon. At the same time you can go to the police about this. They take Omega rights very seriously, trust me when I say that” he says as he takes you into his arms and embraces you into a tight hug.

You accept the embrace right away and feel yourself calming down by the gesture.

“You know, we have known each other for a day and I feel like I have known you my entire life” you say as a smile creeps at the corners of your face.

“Well I think its because we are family in ways, I mean Im your brothers mate and you’re my brothers mate” as he says that you pull away slowly to look at him in the eyes.

“He told you that?” you ask in a hushed tone.

“Yeah he told me yesterday and he also mentioned that he is feeling rather conflicted because he has Anna. She has told him before that she would let him go if his true mate ever came along. I advised him to talk to her right away and well end things because I would rather have him truly happy then not knowing what its like to be with someone as his equal” he says as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“You know I was feeling rather jealous about her the day before when I met her. She is so sincere, kind and beautiful. I was telling Dean that she is so lucky to be waking up beside him, going home to him every night while I sit here thinking that should be me because he is my true mate” you tell him as you rewash the plate over and over again.

He stops you from rewashing the plate for millionth time and places it in the rinse water and on the dish rack.

“I had a feeling you would say something like that and you would be feeling this way. Y/n believe me when I say this, Michael will do the right thing here and talk to Anna about all of this. He has always believed in true mates from when we were growing up and he would always tell my brother well my late brother and I how he would be so happy when he found his equal. How he would have the perfect family to call his own and to protect whats his if anyone threatened his family. I always wanted them to be truly happy and find the mates that they belonged to and I still want that for Michael. There is no need to be feeling jealous alright? Anna should be the one to be jealous since I am very certain she knows about the true mate thing already” Castiel says as he looks into your eyes and the one thing you held onto the most was him referring to his late brother and as you saw him mention him you could see the pain spread across his face while he mentions him.

“Late brother? What happened? Sorry its just your expression completely changed at the mentions of him. Again sorry if you dont want to talk about it than I understand” you say as you continued washing every single dirty dish, utensils, pots, and pans until the dish rack is filled with the mornings servings and last night.

“No its fine, I would have to talk about this sooner or later. Im also guessing you have been wondering why I asked if your brothers were Alpha's” he says as he goes back to the table to have himself seated.

You follow right behind him and do the same thing at the table across from him.

“A few years after I presented Omega and after one of my heats my brother Lucifer, is his name by the way. After one of my heats he told me to stay home just until my scent had gone away completely. I told him that it would be fine and how much I really wanted to get out of the house to see my friends whom I havent seen in a week. While he has told me countless times to stay home I didnt listen to him and I went out anyways. As I was walking through the square to meet up with my friends, I was followed little ways and then a van pulls up beside me. The man who followed me was Alpha, he came running behind me told me how ripe my scent was and told me how amazing I would be for one of his bosses brothels and make millions off of me. He drugged me, another man pulled me into the van and took me to an old warehouse outside of town. I woke up in this empty room, looked around to get up from the chair only to see Im tied to it. I managed to get my phone from my pocket to send an emergency text to my brother, he responded and found me on the GPS system that was turned on from my phone. I heard someone walking down the hall and I was still out of it from the drugs and pretended to be out again. Lucifer came into the room and I felt someone trying to cut through the rope and I was trying to resist the person until I heard his voice telling me who he was and he was going to get me out of there. Suddenly that turned for the worst when the three men who abducted me came back to the room to transfer me some where else is what Im guessing. They saw my brother, attacked him, he fought back and one of them came at me but I managed to kick him in his groin and he fell to the floor while my brother yelled at me to make a run for it. I didnt want to leave him behind but he pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran so fast like my life depended on it, I got to his car and drove little ways away from the warehouse to call the police for help. Within minutes they all came, they managed to capture one of them while the other two fled. The paramedics came out with a body and one of the officers told me to identify the body which I did. As they lifted the sheet from his face, thats when I went completely numb and couldnt believe that was my brother. I was frozen until they moved him away from me and thats when I went frantic told them he was only sleeping and that I should take him home. The officer told me my brother was gone and he risked his life to save mine. For so many years I have blamed my biology for his death, blamed it on me when I knew I should have stayed home when he told me to, and I blamed myself for everything that has gone wrong that day. After we had the funeral I stayed home, locked myself in my room or at times I would lock myself in my brothers room and I would go through his things and I would wear his clothes. My parents and Michael saw how I was and I knew they didnt like how I was dealing with everything. Until Michael thought it would be a good idea for me to move with him to Portland where he went to school, he told my parents but they didnt like that idea so much and my dad finally said ok maybe it would be a good idea to get away for while. I did move to Portland with Michael, he went to school, I enrolled in school to take this graphic design program for the two years I was there. Michael graduated, we came home, he found himself a place to live and I moved back in with my parents because my mother didnt like the idea of me living by myself. I graduated the program online not to long ago and here I am sitting with you, telling you about my story on how I lost my brother. Well how my parents lost a son, and how Michael lost a brother as well” Castiel tells his story as tears streamed down his face as you sit there surprised he hasnt broken into a sob while telling you what happened all those years ago.

You place your hand over his that are placed over the table

“Now I understand why you asked if my brothers were Alpha's. I am so sorry about your brother. You know what your brother did was a courageous thing for you to be here. If that was you than you would have never met your true mate who happens to be Dean. I think he would have never found his true mate if the tables were turned. Like you want for Michael I would love for Dean to have. Castiel you are living proof you are meant for something so beautiful that no one could ever have because of the circumstances that has taken a twist in life. Living proof that you are meant to live a long happy life even if that doesnt include your brother. You are an amazing person and you are worth it, even if you cant see it but I do. Dean sees it to along with Sam even though we have only known you for a day but still I can feel that from you” you tell him as you wipe away the tears from his face and kiss his forehead.

While you did that he still has his head down looking to the table top and closes his eyes when your lips meet his fore head.

“You really are a lovely person you know that, I know it takes a while to get back to my normal self. By being with you I feel like I can grasp something of myself from years ago and now I am getting the feeling I can fully appreciate the little things in life again. Now I am really happy I have taken this job opportunity with you and I thank you for all of this” he says as he lifts his head to get a good look at you and tell you while he gazes into your eyes.

You were cut off by the door bell ringing and you get up from the chair to answer it.

“No let me” he says as he gets up from the table to answer the door and its a customer for the plush toys they have ordered.

You run down the stairs to get the order from your office and run back up the stairs to hand it to Castiel. They say their thank yous and went on their merry way home to surprise the children with such amazing toys to cherish forever.

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smokingtomas · 6 years ago

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Read Between The Lines

A/N: A Secret Santa gift (well, it’s not a secret anymore lmao) for @that-girl-at-the-corner whose works I adore so much. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, my friend! I was so stoked that I get to create for you and I hope you like this fic^^

Thank you @shokugeki-secretsanta for hosting this event! I always love being a part of an event for this fandom, and I hope you enjoyed hosting this event.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you! I truly hope you guys enjoy this canon universe piece as well.

-MA

To Nakiri Erina, having Yukihira Soma walked into her office right after an important board video conference was nothing new-- well, without Hisako guiding the door, he would have just barged in like an intruder he is.

“Yo! Whatcha up to, Nakiri?”

“Not expecting you since you didn’t fill in my appointment sheet, obviously.” Erina shut off her laptop. “Do you need anything, Yukihira-kun?”

“What’re ya on about? Everyone’s waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

Soma lifted an eyebrow in disbelief, “Uh… Elite Ten lunch meeting?”

Crap. Should’ve checked her schedule at the start of the day. “Oh, r-right. Give me a moment to get my things.”

Amid the franticness of her trying to find the Elite Ten papers below a pile of documents, he shot her a question she’d never thought his stupidly dense self would ask.

“Hey uh, are those red roses over there from that Professor Suzuki?”

When he pointed to a large glass vase on her desk, Erina nods, “It is.”

“What about that one on the corner?” The redhead referred to a bigger transparent one next to the door.

“He gave it to me as well.”

“Also those lilies by the window?”

“Yes.”

“So… basically, the flowers in this room are all from that guy?”

Erina paused for a second. “I’ve never really thought about that, but it appears like so.”

“Wow.” He seemed taken aback by said fact. “So uh… you like him or somethin’? Yknow, because of this?”

“G-Geez, what is this, Yukihira-kun? 20 questions?” She reflectively avoided eye contact at the question. “I just think he’s nice. Nothing more beneath that.”

“Just nice, eh?” He chuckled, almost scoffing, “Well if it was me giving ya all these flowers, you’d pretty much be thinking a lot more of me, don’t ya?”

“Hmpf, wouldn’t you like to know.” Erina slapped his delusional self with her file as she passed him by, “Let’s just go. You are wasting my time already.”

She wasn't sure what he was saying after that, but it was only given since they were rushing to the lunch meeting two buildings away, which drained her even more than the board meeting-- it turned out that there were so much more to evaluate and prepare before the next Moon Festival.

Should’ve listened to herself back then before she decided to take the director position: Don’t do it. It’s not going to be an easy ride.

It might be caused by the display of her restless face, but when Soma asked her if she’d want him to walk her back to the office, she didn’t say no.

He matched her steady pace as they were walking through one of the greenhouses at Totsuki where middle schoolers grew a wide range of plants and flowers for home economics. Quite empty in an afternoon like this that they were all back in their classes.

She thought she heard Soma talking about a new cooking method he’d learned from some idiot on the internet along the way, but when her mind was left in the meeting room, it just seemed like another voice in her head.

“Uh… Nakiri?” She felt a hand on her shoulder, and it snapped her out of her endless thoughts.

“What?”

He chuckled at her absent-minded reply, “You alright over there?”

“O-Of course I am! The director of this academy has to be prepared at all times. What makes you think I am anything but alright?”

“Sure, sure.” He said.

They took a few more steps just glancing around the flower sections of the greenhouse in silence.

“Y’know,” Soma spoke again, “If I were your boyfriend, I could offer you a hug when you’re all stressed out like this.”

At this point, she rolled her eyes, “Would you stop? I thought we’ve dropped this conversation already.”

“I know. Just wanna point out that you’re the worst liar I’ve ever known. And you can’t clap back because this first seat ain’t the worst cook you’ve ever known.”

Okay, he might be kind of right about that. So of course in response to that, all she could do was to avoid his golden eyes.

“Aight, I can do somethin’ to cheer you up.” Soma offered.

“And that is by?”

“Music: A world so far away from cooking, yet closer than you think.”

As Soma plugged his earphones in, she complained, “Music never cheers me up, Yukihira-kun.”

“It’s ‘cause you don’t sing along. Trust me.”

When he stopped his track in front of her and placed a bud on her left ear, a song she couldn’t identify already played.

“Look, I don’t even know who sings this.” Erina raised a hand in confusion.

“It’s Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys.” He told her.

“Huh?”

“Just sing it! Do I wanna know~ if this feeling flows both ways~”

Seriously, this guy had never ceased to baffle her. “Yukihira, I just found out about this song. How would I know the lyrics?”

“You’re thinkin’ way too much. Just bob your head along with the beat, would ya?”

So with Soma walking backward to face her, she started mirroring his subtle head bobs-- not that she was less puzzled, by the way. Especially with the hilariously thick Japanese accent covering his pitchy voice.

But… it was strange how the movement of her head that matched the beat of the song got her to feel a newfound satisfaction feeling within her. It was as if she controlled how the music flow. It was addicting. And she didn’t want to stop.

“That’s right. Enjoy the beat.” He said and started air-drumming. “It gets better if you close your eyes.”

So she did for a few seconds, just to let her body levitate with the music. Occasionally feeling Soma’s index finger drumstick on her shoulder that triggered it to subtly dance along. Her head bob was getting more pronounced, and she hated to admit it, but she enjoyed this way more than she should.

The great Nakiri Erina, before this greenhouse fiesta, was someone who thought music was just a classical backsound in gala dinners or other glamorous events she had attended. She liked them, but it was never the main attraction in her life for entertainment purpose.

And now that her eyes were opened, in front of her was a boy. Who was smiling cheekily, but it was almost like he didn’t realize he’d managed to break open another wall to a bigger world for her to see and embrace.

Really-- where had he been all her life?

“Bet you wanna sing now, eh?”

The chorus that came after Soma’s assumption was enough to make her timidly sing the catchier lyric along with him. Of course, he’d sung as if he’d never sing again, and of course, she had to reflectively laugh at that.

And he stopped right when Erina was trying to contain her giggle.

And what stunned her was the look he gave her.

“W-What?” She asked plainly.

“Nah, it’s just--” He paused, “I don’t think I’d ever get used to seeing you all… laughing and smiling like this.”

Oh no, her cheek better not get any color. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean y’know, you’re always so serious, grumpy, and all business every time.” Now, Soma was scratching his head. “But I feel like when you’re smiling, it’s almost like I…”

If it was up to her uptight self, she would really like to make a comment on the grumpy thing (she was most definitely not a dwarf, thank you very much), though it was impossible when he stopped his track and offered her his perplexed features.

If only she had known what he was thinking, it’d have been easier. If only this song on his earphone would have stopped playing, maybe she would have been able to figure why he fidgeted the inside of his lip while occasionally throwing his glance to his tiptoe.

Or the very least, she could’ve figured out why her heart was racing like a freight train in this very moment, but she was sure that her dilating pupils had something to do with him. Enclosing their distance.

But then he froze and said, “Y’know what? Doesn’t matter.”

She didn’t expect to have that sinking, unsatisfied feeling when he turned away, but Erina couldn’t really afford to have the thoughts linger on too long, so she tried to shrug the feeling off when they were walking side by side silently to the front of her office.

“Thank you for walking me back, Yukihira-kun,” Erina said. “I will see you on tomorrow’s meeting.”

“Wait, Nakiri.” He stopped her from opening her door. “Here.”

She couldn’t believe her eyes; Yukihira Soma was handing her a flower-- a white carnation.

“Eh?”

“Just accept it.”

If it was up to her haughty, hair-flipping, Totsuki director self, she would’ve told him that he wasn't supposed to pick anything from that greenhouse. Unfortunately, it was the reddened cheek, shoujo-geek version of herself that showed.

“B-But why?”

“No need to have reasons, eh?” Soma explained. “Just thought it kinda looks like you when you’re smiling.”

And she thought she was stunned before. This was another level-- warmed her heart, weakened her legs kind of stunned.

“Well, see ya tomorrow, then.”

It only clicked when Soma was leaving. She looked at the white bloomed flower smelled so heavenly and realized why she looked at him differently. Why it never felt like that with any other guys who’d been trying to woo her.

And why every time she thought of the future, she thought of him.

“Y- Yukihira-kun!”

His eyes immediately turned to her.

“T-Thank you.”

And with that smile fetched to her by the redhead, she knew those ten roses on her desk could easily be replaced with one single carnation.

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thatfairyfangirl · 6 years ago

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True Colors Chapter 6

A/N: Decided to go with Ultimates Dazzler here just cuz I wanted to include Halestorm in the playlist and all the remixes I found were garbagewater http://marvel.com/universe/Dazzler_(Ultimate)

You sat locked up in your room, recording soft long notes from your violin as part of a labor of love of a song to submit to whatever record label willing to let her in the door. Readying the background of the track always took the most time, especially when it was just her providing just about everything...But she knew it would all be worth it once it was done and the vocals were layered in.

You let out a soft groan as the relentless chiming of your phone interrupted your creative flow. Reaching for it you swore to make whoever did this pay until you saw the name on the call ID, ‘Angel’. “I was in the middle of a song Warren.” You scolded with a half smile as you answered the phone. “This better be important.”

“Umm, very actually.” The voice on the other end paused for a moment, your old friend always hated asking your favors. “Have you heard about the party I’m putting together?”

“The mutant rights shindig? Yeah, and of course you can count on me to show up...Sugar Kane AND Dazzler? How can I stay away?” You smiled as you got up from the computer to flop on the bed to rummage your clothes to see if you could put together a rainbow themed costume...shouldn’t be hard.

“Oh you haven’t heard? Sugar Kane and Chamber broke up in a pretty bad way. Seems she’s been using the poor guy for publicity...She’s no friend to the mutants right cause.”

“Holy shit really?! That sucks! So obviously she’s off the bill for your show…”

“Yeah, and go figure after we convinced a network to air the show.” You could almost hear him scratching at the back of his head as he got to his point. “So being down a singer is a pretty big deal now...And I figured since you’re such a wonderful talent and you’re going to be there anyway…Maybe having an Avenger on the bill would be enough to keep the timeslot?”

You sat up seeing quite clearly where he was going with this. “Oh geeze Warren...Seriously?” Your room shimmered with your excitement. “You want ME to open for Dazzler?!”

“If you're willing, I know your life has been kinda turned upside down ever since you came out as a mutant.”

“THISISAMAZING!” You jumped as your smile grew to each ear. “Of course you can count on me!”

Warren could almost hear the kaleidoscope of neon colors you were emitting “Ok ok! I get it you’re in,” he chuckled, “Do you have enough pro-mutant positivity songs?”

“Warren...come on...who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

~ ~ ~ ~

A few weeks later the morning air held an autumn crisp to it as Bucky passed by windows filled with witches and bats on his morning jog...and around every corner the same flyer over and over, though he didn’t stop to read it...until he found one just like it on the fridge in the tower, stuck there by a rainbow magnet. “Mutant Rights Halloween Bash! Live Performances by Dazzler and Spectrum. Mutations are not required to attend but costumes are.”

Scribbled over the information was your handwriting, “I’m freaking out over this! Who can I count on to be there?” Bucky let a small smile dance across his lips as he read the flyer, taking note that it was tomorrow night, a little surprised he was actually feeling happy for you for finding a gig that wasn’t hosted by Tony. With a chuckle and a shake of his head he returned the flyer to the fridge before pulling out a water bottle, downing half of it before making his way down the hall, listening to your music getting louder as he got closer.

“Hey,” he said softly as he poked his head into the open door of your room only to find a rainbow of hair sprawled out over your pillow, “what’s a Dazzler?” He added, obviously referring to the flyer that had been following him all over town. Without a word you reached for your mp3 player to toss to him, trusting that he’d catch it.

“Band with one of the greatest mutant singers of all time...that we know of. Was like a year shy of getting to work with her at Xavier’s”

“Wow...must be exciting for you…” His brow rose, wondering if you had gotten sick or something.

“More like flat out terrifying.” You corrected as you picked yourself up. “Ali Blair is on a whole ‘nother level!”

“I’m sure one day a young mutant will say the same thing about you.” Bucky half smiled as he leaned against your door frame, finding it hard to look up at you when you were like this. “...I think that about you sometimes.” He admitted as he stared intently at the floor. You weren’t exactly sure why hearing that from him helped...but it did. His eyes wandered up to you for just a second as a reassured smile grew on your lips. “I was wondering if I could go too?” His left hand reached up scrunching his hair as he scratched at the back of his head. “I thought it was really something the way you put all those songs together like that...Can’t wait to hear more.”

“Umm, sure...but I’m probably going to be doing original stuff…” The question took the weight of the world off your shoulders...even with such good friends here he was the first to ask that. “And we’ll need to get you a costume…” You looked him up and down as a devilish grin grew on your lips as you bounced off the bed, returning to the former you that Bucky had grown so comfortable with. “Come on,” you half giggled as you grabbed his hand, spinning him around in the doorframe, “I have an idea!” He didn’t have any choice but to follow.

~ ~ ~ ~

“(Y/N) I don’t care that the tin man is something from my time...I’m still not wearing a funnel as a hat!” His face hung stagnant, one more remark about his arm away from abandoning the entire idea all together.

“Well then I just don’t know.” You huffed as you looked around Tony’s garage, surprised he wasn’t in here tinkering with something.

“Look Doll, I appreciate the help but I’m sure I can find my own costume...Thing is I was thinking maybe something to cover it up.” Afterall, there’s so few days out of the year he can get away with something like that.

A rainbow brow arched as you looked over him. “Why on earth would you want to do a thing like that?” You asked as you plopped yourself down on one of the stools that peppered the garage.

“Well, it scares people for one...and it’s more or less a constant reminder of all the things HYDRA made me do…” He trailed off as he fiddled with his fingers, his eyes darting between you and the floor.

“So you pick yourself up,” you stood, “dust yourself off,” rested a hand on his shoulder, “and start all over again.” You smiled as you watched the corners of his lips pull upwards, knowing full well you were intentionally quoting Swing Time. “All those things you did... you really need to start remembering they weren’t you.” You let out a sigh. “I can’t even imagine the kind of hell being a passenger in your own body would be...But I do know what life is like being stuck with a body you hate.”

Bucky’s brow arched as he gave you a disbelieving look. “Doll, I don’t think I’ve met anyone as proud of who they are as you are.”

“Yeah, sure, now...but it didn’t start out that way.” You let out a chuckle as you recalled your teenage self. “Bet you wouldn’t believe once upon a time I hated rainbows.”

“Then you got your power and it was so cool?” He knew that wasn’t the answer, but sometimes seeing you it sure felt that way.

“No, then I got my power and my hair turned to this….I spent a full year just trying to keep my hair the blonde it once was so I wouldn’t get in trouble at school!” You paused chuckling at old memories. “I even spent half an afternoon trying to bleach my hair…” You flipped your head downward, letting the rainbow cascade around you before pulling back the strands revealing damaged scarred skin underneath. “If you look you can still see the scars from the chemical burns on my scalp.” You flipped your head back up. “That was about when mom agreed to send me to Xavier’s...from which I tried to run away...twice.”

“Wow Doll, I never knew…” He trailed off simply amazed before looking you up and down, covered in every color from head to toe just as he always knew you. “So what changed your mind?”

“I realized that you can’t really be who you are meant to be until you accept the things that make you who you are.” You answered as you picked up one of Tony’s discarded Ironman arms. “And that’s the whole point of this party.” You added with a smirk as you playfully hit the arm against Bucky. “No one should feel like they need to hide who they are!” Bucky’s lips tugged upward as he let your words settle in deeply...he couldn’t change who he was now, this arm was part of him whether he wanted it or not...maybe it was time he let it.

“Hey…” He more breathed the word than spoke it, “I think I have an idea.” He reached out for the arm. “Can I see that?” He asked with a boyish smile like you’ve never seen on him before. The once deadly assassin actually looked innocent as he held his hand out for it. “Please?” With a shrug you handed it to him, watching as he slipped it on, his smile growing. “How about I go as Ironman?” Though you both tried you just couldn’t hold a straight face.

“That is the BEST idea!” You exclaimed through the laughter. “You know Tony’ll hate it.” You added, the thought of his face driving you both to only laugh all the harder.

~ ~ ~ ~

Later that night Bucky tossed and turned in a cold sweat, his subconscious berating him over all the horrible things he had done, tormenting him with the memories of the pain both physical and mental as his body was made into a puppet. He may no longer be the fist of HYDRA but that dark dominating force was in there deep down and it loved to remind him that there was no getting rid of it, only suppress it...and even then all it took was ten words to bring it back. His eyes snapped open as he screamed out, sitting up under his sheets he looked down to the twist of metal and flesh of his scar that made him who he was now. He looked on it with disgust, reminding himself that he hated what HYDRA made him into as he felt his heart rate return back to normal, forcing his mind to remember that he was the one in control, Bucky, and no one else.

By now you had grown used to the screams, on a normal night you’d be able to sleep through it, but his night terrors weren’t what was keeping you up tonight. For the first time in years you felt the flapping of butterfly wings against your stomach as you began to over analyze the song list you had turned into Warren days ago...was it good enough? Were you really good enough for this? What would happen after? Would Ali Blaire like it? Worry and fret raced through your mind keeping sleep far from you.

To push it from your mind you did the only thing you could think of; hopping off your bed you hooked your microphone to the computer and pulled up your recording program...hopefully the sound of Bucky sleeping wouldn’t be picked up. Time to finish that labor of love. You added the guitar to the track last week, now all that was left was your voice.

Bucky’s panting breath slowed as the music drifted from your room into his, the most lovely rendition of Somewhere Over The Rainbow he’s heard since Judy Garland soothing him as he climbed from the bed to follow the sounds to you. He watched you for a moment, amazed as he leaned his nearly bare frame against your always open door. “You have an audience,” he warned, having learned from the last time he startled you.

“Oh! Buck! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You looked up from your still recording program with remorseful eyes, making note of how the dim lights of the hall caught the metal of his arm and gave his muscles a heavenly shine. It’s amazing that when you dislike someone on a personal level your mind blocks out all the beauty in their outward appearance, but as he slowly grew on you you began to see little hints of a beautiful man before you.

His dark hair still glistening with sweat clung to his face as he shook his head. “It wasn’t you that woke me.” His eyes drifted down to his prosthetic hand as the fingers curled open and closed, as if he was telling himself that it’s his arm. “But you won’t hear any complaints out of me about you singing Doll.” One corner of his lips pulled upward in a surprisingly charming smile. “What about you? You have that big show tomorrow.”

You let out a sigh as you hit the button to stop the recording before standing to stretch out, hints of your colorful tattoos peeking out from under your shirt as the hem rose just high enough to show off your skin. “I guess neither one of us are meant to sleep tonight. Honestly I don’t know what’s up with me. I haven’t had stage fright since I was umm...five.”

“Well seems like this is a pretty big deal for you.” He watched as you sat on the edge of your bed, hesitating a moment before joining you, feeling like it was just the right thing to do.

“Huge deal actually.” You muttered as your head came to rest on the metal of his shoulder. He watched you gravitate to it, amazed that you found it at all comfortable. But it was...it was cool against your skin, the whirring of the gears and robotics inside playing a soothing lullaby calming all your nerves...it was just what you needed. “Have you ever known that you were about to meet your idol? It’s exciting and terrifying and…” you trailed off with a huff as Bucky’s cool eyes looked around your room, for the first time finding himself on this side of the threshold, studying the pictures on your wall of friends and family, making note of the posters.

“Yeah, I have… But it’s not so bad if you remind yourself that she’s just a person like everyone else.” Smooth cool metallic fingers rubbed your forearm comfortingly.

“So who was it for you?” You asked with a half smile, finding that despite yourself you felt a little better in the strength of his arm.

“Honestly,” he paused giving you a comforting glace, “you.” Your brow arched in disbelief as you looked up to him, searching for the joke behind this. With a chuckle he tightened his metallic grip on you just a bit. “Really...Those songs of yours always seem to help when I have one of those dreams.” Your eyes widened hearing this, to think of your music doing good for someone the way that Ali’s did for you...and just like that all the worry seemed to fade.

You slid out of his arm as you stood, turning an outstretched hand to him. “Come on Buck, lets get you back to bed.” Unlike your cluttered mess of a room Bucky’s was extremely minimalistic, only the essentials, though you did take note of the backpack stuffed with notebooks by his bed. Your fingers brushed against his long hair lightly, discovering how soft it was as Over The Rainbow lulled him off into a more peaceful dream.

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p-artsypants · 8 years ago

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320 State Street- 1 (April)

AO3 | FF.net

I don’t usually post new stories when I don’t have a couple of chapters done, but I’ve really excited about this one. I started planning it way back around Infernal Responsibility in 2015. Since then, the story has changed in little ways and I went through a little Miraculous Ladybug and Kingdom Hearts phase. But now I’m back and ready to rock! I hope you all enjoy my Modern AU.

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Based on actual events.

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“Can I help you?”

Astrid had entered the hardware store on a whim. 320 State Street, Gobber’s Goods, run by a master Jack-of-All-Trades. Located in the Times Square of the little twin city area, but looked like you’d find it out in the middle of nowhere. Cement statues and garden decorations stood watch outside. All other trendy, organized, high trafficked stores had come and gone, but Gobber’s Goods had remained steadfast and unchanging. Well, at some point, someone re-painted the sign. It was rumored the store carried everything you could think of, despite it’s small size. And if you went in, you’d find exactly what you’d need.

Well, Astrid needed a job, and the sign in the window advertised there was one available.

The young cashier drummed his fingers on the side of the register. His extremely green eyes were only magnified by his club master glasses. He might have been really attractive, if his nose wasn’t so huge. His russet hair laid lightly tussled on his head as he continued to smile at her.

“Uh…” she distractedly looked around the shop, taking in the absolute chaos and clutter.

“It’s…a little crazy in here,” he admitted, “is there something you need? There’s some method to Gobber’s madness, I’m sure we could figure it out.”

Crazy was an understatement. Only a little sunlight spilled in from the poster covered windows, showing dust floating in the air. The fattest cat she’d ever seen was laying on a shelf, enjoying the sun. Vintage ads and signs hung from the ceiling. There was only a few lights, and they flickered here and there. The wooden floorboards creaked with each step. A refrigerator with glass bottle pop sat by the door, while a fridge of bait next to it. Shelves filled with unmarked, rusted cans and dusty tools lined aisle after aisle. Behind the cashier, the wall was lined with hundreds of little drawers. The store was bigger inside than first glance.

Astrid was very much regretting her decision to apply, but her desperation spoke for her as she stated, “application.”

The cashier smiled wider, showing his braces. “We don’t have applications, but my boss is here and he can interview you now, if you have time.”

“Uh, yeah, that’ll work.”

“Cool, let me just…uh…” he reached over, grabbed a radio, and hit a button. “Hey Boss, there’s a girl here interested in the job.”

There was silence for a long time before a voice spoke back. “Is she cute?”

The cashier blushed. “Gobber!”

“I’ll be out in a sec! Be cordial!”

The cashier rolled his eyes and dropped the radio to the glass counter. “So…you must be pretty desperate to apply here.”

She grimaced. “I mean, you aren’t wrong, but is it that bad?”

“No, not at all.” He leaned forward on his elbows, “I love working here. It’s just…everyone assumes its awful because the place is a dump.”

“It’s…got character.” She supplied. A light blinked out. “This is actually the first time I’ve been in here. It’s not often I have to buy…repair stuff,” then she whispered, “I usually go to Ace Hardware.”

The cashier snickered. “Don’t say that too loud around Gobber, he’ll tell you all about their terrible merchandise.”

Astrid looked at the shelves of dilapidated junk. “Sounds pretty hypocritical.”

“You should have seen the place before I got here.”

“Oh?”

Before he could continue his story, a goat looking man hobbled out. His stomach hanging out over his belt and his mustache dangling down by his nipples. He stood on a wooden peg leg while his hook hand scratched his fat red nose. “So! You want a job, ey?”

“I regret everything.” She muttered.

"Let's talk.” From behind the counter, he pulled out two high chairs and beckoned her to sit. The cashier went to make himself busy, but the owner steadied him. “You get just as much in a say in this hire as I do, since you’ll be training her.”

The boy couldn’t argue with that.

“So, Lass, why do you wanna work fer me?"

He spoke with an accent. Irish? She couldn’t tell. “Well, to be honest, Mr.—..."

"Gobber. Owner of this fine establishment.”

"Uh, Gobber, right. Well, to be honest, I just need a job, and my friend recommended it."

"Who's yer friend?"

"Gladius Thorenson, you employ her brother Mortice?"

"Tuff! Ah, good lad.” He nodded. “Alright, I only have a few questions.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you have any psychotic tendencies?"

"What? No!"

"Disabilities?"

"No."

"Drug addiction?"

"Nope."

"Criminal history?"

"No sir."

"Well, then why on earth do you want a job here?"

She sighed. "I...I got fired from Bath and Body Works a few weeks ago, because of a cruel customer. I am desperate for a job, and no one is hiring."

"Ah, I see...shopaholic then?"

She actually laughed. "No, it's my dad."

“Ah, I see! You’re hired.”

"Wait? Really?! Don’t you need to see any references? Blood tests? Skill sets? To consider the candidates over two weeks before you call me back?”

“You know Tuff and his sister, Ruff. That’s good enough for me. Besides, there were no other candidates, and that sign has been in the window for two weeks. When can you start?"

Right now, She thought earnestly. "As soon as you need me to?"

“Great! Let’s talk about your schedule Miss…Oh good grief! I was so excited to get a pretty girl on my team I forgot to ask your name!”

“I’m Astrid, Astrid Hofferson.”

“Astrid! What a lovely name!” He turned to the cashier. “Don’t you think so Hiccup?”

In turn, Hiccup blushed, “What are you trying to do, flirt for me?”

“If you think so, then sure!”

The boy rolled his eyes and looked at her, “I’m Henry Haddock, but everyone calls me Hiccup.”

“…why?” She asked, hesitantly.

“Tuff likes to come up with nicknames. I just kind of roll with it.”

She nodded in understanding.

“Well,” Gobber began, with a schedule in hand. “What I like to do, is have a cashier, a stocker, and a delivery driver working at the same time, so if something happens, there’s at least one person in the store. Depending on when you can work, I’ll figure out the team. So, when can you work?”

“I have class Monday through Wednesday until 12. Thursdays and Fridays I have clinicals at the hospital until 4. Weekends are totally free.”

“Med student?”

“Nursing,” She smiled.

He looked at his hand, “We could definitely use a nursing student.”

Astrid just stared wide-eyed.

“I’m just kidding, I lost this years ago. Reached into a wood chipper to get a rock that fell in, and when I pulled it out…” He made a grinding sound.

She shuttered heavily. “What about your leg?”

“Landmine in Vietnam.”

She hummed in understanding.

“How many hours are you thinking?”

“As many as I can get.”

“Great! So let’s see…” He studied the sheet. “Why don’t you pick out a soda from the fridge while I figure this out? My treat!”

“Oh, thanks!” She smiled. “What’s good?”

Hiccup replied back, “Might I suggest ‘Rat Bastard’ Root Beer? It’s pungent with a hint of Vanilla.”

She found the bottle and allowed him to pop the cap with an opener. One swig and she was pleased, “pungent, with a hint of vanilla. You weren’t kidding.”

Gobber looked up. “I’ll have you work 2 to close Monday through Wednesday with Hiccup. We close at 8. Thursdays and I can have you on from 5-close. And then Saturday morning—no wait, evening, 12-5, we close early on Saturdays. Mildew works mornings and I don’t want you working with him.”

“Mildew? Seriously, what’s up with these names?”

Gobber continued. “We’re closed on Sundays and most Holidays. But that gives you about thirty hours. Think you can handle it?”

“I was actually hoping for more…but if that’s all you have, I’ll take it. It’s minimum wage, right?”

“For a little while, but if you show up on time, are pleasant and do something, there’s a chance for a 50 cent raise in the first month, and then once a year after that.”

Hiccup added, “Everyone but Tuff has gotten a raise. It’s not that hard.”

She chuckled, “Knowing Tuff, he’s close to being fired.”

“One day…” Gobber lamented. “Well, I think I’ve overloaded your brain for today. So, tomorrow is Wednesday. Are you ready to start?”

“2 O’clock? I’ll be here!”

“I’ll be on a job until 5, so Hiccup here will take care of you.”

She grinned, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Oh!” The man snapped, “there’s one more important thing I forgot.”

“Oh yeah, the tax forms.” Astrid confirmed.

Hiccup snickered, “Tax forms…”

“What? No no, we’ll do that later.” Gobber assured, “more importantly, we need to figure out what role you would have in viking society.”

Her brows furrowed, “Uh…what?”

“It’s simple, in order for us to get along, we must all have a role. You’ll have conflicts if there’s two Blacksmiths or Shepards.”

“I thought I was a cashier? Or a stocker?”

Hiccup nodded, “you’re a cashier, this is just a…store management thing.”

“Oh.”

“Now I,” declared the boss, “am obviously…what?”

“Uh…the chief?”

“No! The Blacksmith! Geez…”

“Okay, you fix stuff, so you’re the Blacksmith, I got it.”

“Now, Mildew is the farmer.”

“…because he’s a stocker?” She confirmed.

Gobber paused, “Well, yeah, that makes sense, but he also has 18 cats.”

She threw up a little bit in her mouth.

“Bucket and Mulch are the fishermen.”

“Okay, hold on, I thought you just said there couldn’t be duplicates.”

Hiccup answered, “Those two have to work together…Bucket needs help. He can’t drive, but he’s really strong. So he’s great for deliveries.”

“Oh, I see. Continue.”

“Tuff is the village idiot.”

“Makes sense.”

“And Hiccup here is the Prince.”

Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose, “There’s no princes in Norse Mythology.”

“Well, he’s the closest thing to Chief we have, but he’s not the Chief. While I do the hiring, firing, schedules…and all that stuff, Hiccup manages the store.”

Astrid looked around, “… so I see…”

Hiccup looked at her flatly, “I don’t get a lot of time to organize if I’m always watching the register.”

“Which is why we hired you, lass!” Gobber intervened.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that makes sense.” She processed all that had been said. “Is there a Chief?”

“Uh…” Gobber scrunched up his nose. “My business partner Alvin is probably the Chief, though it’s unspoken.”

Hiccup frowned. “If you’re lucky, you’ll never have to meet him.” Then he whispered, “he’s got anger issues.”

“But he knows how to balance the books! He’s the shrewdest man to walk this earth, but I’ll be damned if he didn’t keep us in business!”

“Shieldmaiden.” Astrid stated.

“What?” The men asked in unison.

“Well, someone has to be the warrior, the one that rallies the moral of the team, the one to protect the village…or else you’re subject to invasion. So, I want to be the Shieldmaiden.”

“I was thinking you’d say healer, you know…nursing student?” Hiccup shrugged.

She smiled and replied, “Who said I can’t be both?”

Gobber snickered at Hiccup. “I like her.”

“So, Shieldmaiden,” began Hiccup, “You still want to work here, even with all this craziness?”

She looked fondly at the clutter and chaos and answered, resolute, “I think crazy is just the thing I could use right now.”

—

Gladius, known respectfully by her peers as Ruff, sat at a high table in the far back of the room.

"D'ya get it?"

"Yeah," Astrid said, taking her seat, a near empty bottle of root beer and soup in hand. "Thanks for the idea. You should have seen the guy's face when I asked.“

"Who? The cute freckled one with the Ray Bans?"

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, the look was of sheer delight. ”

“Oh, of course. He wasn’t expecting to get a 10 like you.“

"What?"

"Well, most of the workers there have some sort of problem, i.e. disability.”

“And your brother?”

“He’s just stupid!” Ruff laughed. “So, you’re still going in tomorrow?”

“I got hired on the spot! I’ve applied at every establishment on this side of the river and no one called me back. And I got thirty hours with the promise of a raise. I can’t imagine anything better.”

"Thanks Michigan, for the highest unemployment rate..." Ruff muttered snidely.

"I just hope the work is worth the pay. Remember at B&B when they made me manager but continued paying minimum wage?“ She muttered.

“You have the worst luck, girlfriend. The worst.”

“Debatably. I have a house—“

“That you share with a psycho.”

“I have a job.”

“Now.”

“And I’m going to school.”

“For the worst reason…”

“I’m in the top ten percent. I’m not going to ask for more.”

"Maybe you'll get to work with Mr. Hottie Cashier." Ruff wiggled her eyebrows.

Astrid glanced at her, but then looked back to her soup. "He seems nice, but you can't judge a person on his looks."

"I thought you liked the nerdy looking guys."

"Forget it Ruff, not interested."

"Who knows? And come on! You should ask him out!"

"Drop it Ruff."

"Give me one good reason!"

Astrid glanced up and stated outright. "Scott."

Ruff deflated. "That's a reason. Sometimes I forget you even have a boyfriend."

Astrid ignored her friend and finished her soup.

"I mean, you never talk about him. I never see him, the only evidence that he exists is—..."

“Let’s talk about something else?”

“Like what? All you ever talk about nowadays is your crazy roommate and your extremely exhausting classes.”

“I’m busy, okay? How about you? Weren’t you dating that one guy? Mr. Bulging Pecs?”

Ruff got a dreamy look on her face. “Erik Erikson…the man of my dreams.”

“So…that’s a yes then?”

“I might have fibbed a little about our whole dating thing.”

Astrid pushed her bowl out of the way and leaned in on her elbows. “What did you do?”

“I may have spied on him from a tree, and he may have caught me, and he may have filed for a restraining order.”

The attention of the every patron in the cafe was on Astrid in a second as she started screaming with laughter. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She gasped out between guffaws.

“It’s not that funny.”

“You said that I had bad luck!”

“Well, he hasn’t gotten the restraining order yet, so I’m going to apologize and then we’re going to fall in love and have beautiful babies.”

“Ruff, you a your brother lead the craziest lives ever.”

“Interesting. Most interesting lives.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Astrid downed the rest of her soda. “Hey, I have to get going, I have a Psychology paper I have to finish.”

“Gross.”

“You know, I wish I had gotten this job sooner, since we’re studying the traumatic effects of amputation on the human body, and my new boss is a double amputee.”

“Blah blah science, blah blah health.”

Astrid narrowed her eyes as she put on her coat. “Remind me why we’re friends.”

“Like you said, I lead an interesting life.”

“Well,” She picked up her empty bowl. “Soon, I’ll have other stories to tell you, instead of medical horrors.”

Ruff rolled her eyes, “hurray, more bad customer stories.”

#how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup #Astrid Hofferson #toothless #modern au #fanfiction #fanfic

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azy-arty · 7 years ago

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Luna : Hello ! You're name is An, right ? Mom talk to me about you. Oh, my name is Luna by the way. Ice to meet'cha ! I was just wondering, I don't know if people already asked you but how old are you ? You look pretty young.

Nice to mitcha !

#ask #camilieroart #an #he's young yup #and french #geez I should seriously do his reference sheet ^^'

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Flying Home || Taylor and Izel

Taylor and Izel reunite in a scene that is 80% cuddles and 20% snow. If you don’t know their dynamic, Taylor’s homecoming gives a good summary (x), but for a snapshot of their relationship, look here. (It’s cute)

Vick’s vaporub was decidedly not helping. Nor were the dozens of mints she sucked on a regular basis. The scan Regan had recommended had happened, she was just waiting for the analysis, and hoping that her brain wasn’t actually developing more quirks than, well, it usually had. Izel hissed at customer’s face and quickly apologised, handing the book she was explaining over with glee. They were new, or possibly from Ashford, but were sweet and attentive as she talked through an entire list of books that were preteen girl friendly, that didn’t revolve around romance. Compared to the overpowering smell of petrol and cinnamon that she was dealing with on a regular basis, the waft of sea air that came in with a new customer through her door was nothing, although the wind didn’t usually blow so strongly that she could taste the sea from here. “I’ll be with you in a m-” Her eyes looked up to see the mesmerising airy aura that was different than she remembered, but heartwarmingly familiar. Izel’s face split into a wide grin and she waved frantically before turning back to her customer. “Do you mind if I leave you with these to think for a moment? Feel free to read the first few pages, see if it’s what you’re looking for!” She waited for the middle aged man to nod, and barely waited a second to sprint across the store and up to Taylor, pausing for a second out of habit before throwing her arms around her in a hug that spun both of them around. Her hands pressed hard against Taylor’s back, and a couple fingers deliberately encroached on the back of Taylor’s neck, just because she could.

Taylor was nervous, to say the very least. No, nervous was a huge understatement. She was terrified to step foot back in Mystery Loves Company, choosing to stay rooted on the sidewalk across the street instead for the time being. She’d gotten out of her truck and instead of heading in, just stood there, staring at the storefront. Izel had said she wasn’t mad but...it was hard to believe that when she had every reason to be. Arms crossed, she gripped the sleeves of her leather jacket. But she quickly realized she couldn’t stay out there forever, especially as the wind and snow started to pick up outside. She’d be flying for a whole different reason if she didn’t get inside, so she swallowed her fears down like a hard lump and marched inside. The ring of the bell on the door, which was usually inviting, felt like she’d set off an alarm. It didn’t take long for Izel to notice her walk in, and when she saw Izel smile, most of her fears melted away as quick as the snowflakes stuck in her hair were. She stood there awkwardly until Izel started sprinting toward her, clapping hands on her back with a smack against the leather. She had to steel herself as she felt Izel touch the back of her neck, but the process of bottling up her abilities had become mostly second nature at this point. A process he barely had to think about. Barely. “Hello to you too,” Taylor chuckled, wrapping her arms around Izel in turn.

Izel’d only ever gotten to hug Taylor once before, and that had been so gentle and carefully calculated, and now she’d thrown almost all caution to the wind, clinging on as tight as possible. The snowstorm had made it darker than it should have been for the time of day, and she could see the faint outline of Taylor’s silhouette in the glass, but she’d have to look hard to spot any tell tale signs that she wasn’t exactly who Izel thought she was. After a tight, long hold, she pulled away, not letting go of Taylor’s shoulders, covered in familiar black leather, just staring. “Wow, you look like a sunset,” she whispered reverently, eyes tracing the rich oranges and blues that had emerged in the year Taylor had been away. It was still stained black, that would never change, and while it wasn’t bright, it wasn’t the black cloud it had once been. “And I guess the rest of you looks alright too. You’ve, you’ve cut your hair, I can tell because it isn’t shoulder length, you’re rocking the pixie cut and it looks -raspberries- great! And your taste in leather jackets is still going strong, yep, and that eyepatch? Definitely an upgrade, and wow my brain is yelling at me to shut up right now and yet my mouth just isn’t co-operating, not one bit. Wow.” Izel’s face was aiming for a bright shade of red by the time she slowed down. “You’re so… you. You’ve got your muchness. Wow, you’re really back.”

Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle and grin like an idiot as Izel started to ramble. “Hope a sunset is a good thing,” she mused, very aware that Izel was still touching her shoulders, feeling anchored by the weight of her hands there. The rambling continued, and Taylor felt herself blushing as Izel brought attention to every little bit of her. As Izel started to wind down, Taylor reached out and touched Izel’s face for a moment. “Glad you haven’t changed a bit,” she said, letting her teeth show when she smiled this time instead of her usual tight-lipped grin. She peeled her gaze off of Izel’s eyes and glanced around the store. The smell of old books and leather filled the air just like she’d remembered. It was like walking into a memory.

“It’s you, it could never be a bad thing,” Izel replied giddily. One hand jerked backwards and pushed a little too hard into Taylor’s shoulder for Izel’s liking so she dropped it to her side, letting it tic away at it’s own pace. “Careful, you’ll burn yourself,” she joked, referring to how hot her cheeks felt after that whole word vomit. An eyepatch upgrade, geez. A gentle cough had her turn back to where Reece was standing behind her, immaculately dressed as ever. They were quite the pair; him in his suits and her in a long skirt with as many colours as an autumn forest.

“Miss Izel, we should close up early, while it’s still safe for our patrons to get home.” For someone who looked so frail, his voice was low and no nonsense, and she knew from experience that behind his stuffy, Scribey appearance, he had more wire to him than you’d think.

“Right! Good idea! I’ll see if there’s anyone down in our special collections section.” He nodded and gave Taylor a curious look before turning to softly encourage a couple customers home. As he was still in earshot, Izel gestured at him and then covered her eyes with one hand in an explanation to Taylor. No one else called it the special collection, but he was seriously blindfolded in a lot of ways. “Coming?” She asked, practically skipping as she headed to the back, to the wide, open stairs. “Oh man, I have no idea where Reza is, but he’d love to see you, I bet. Ugh, I can’t believe you’re really here!”

Taylor was startled by the sudden appearance of a man dressed like he was on his way to a wedding. Or a funeral. She couldn’t really tell. By the way he was talking to Izel, Taylor could only guess that this was Reece, the dude from the other dimension that Izel was talking about. God, Taylor still couldn’t wrap her head around how this town had found a way to get weirder. As he mentioned the snowstorm outside, Taylor turned to glance out the front window, seeing the bed of her truck already full with a towering snowdrift. Great. She turned around to be greeted by an odd look from Reece, and only narrowed her eye at him in return before following Izel to the back of the store. “Reza’s not here? Damn. Wanted to see the kid. Hope he’s not gettin’ caught in this storm.” Taylor had realized that she’d become much more of a ‘mama bird’, for lack of a better description, since she’d been with the colony. There were a lot of smaller sirens there, with parents like her mom, though they’d at least had the sense to drop them off with people that could teach them and not leave their fate up to a shitty little crystal.

“I mean, he might be? I haven’t -raspberries- been upstairs in a few hours, he could be chilling with Zaskia - the cat - upstairs for all I know.” Izel looked around, frowning at the weather around the store, and sent Reza a quick worried text, just in case. “We’ll see what he says. He might be at Bridget’s or someone else that he could stay with if he gets stuck.” She hopped down the stairs, looking around for the tell tale sign of an aura or the sound of someone perusing. The issue was that vampires were quiet and dead, so as she searched, she called around “Hey, we’re closing so everyone can get home safe! I promise all these books will be here when we open again!” No answer. Izel looked back at Taylor and her face lit up again, remembering all over again that her friend was back and was here. But the storm was brewing. “Um you probably don’t want to get trapped either, right?”

At the mention of Bridget, Taylor chuckled. “Ain’t that the dragon girl?” Probably rude of her, but….come on now. Dragons? She took a quick look around the back room as Izel called out, but nobody to be found. “Reza’s makin’ friends though, right? After Heath? Know that asshole had him cut off from everybody. Kid’s a sweetheart under all that, probably cravin’ attention.” She returned to her spot behind Izel after she was satisfied she didn’t see anyone around. “Know it from experience.” Taylor glanced back toward the front of the store where she could barely see the windows, and those windows just looked as solid white as a sheet of paper from all the snow. “Rather be trapped here than a crappy ass motel,” she said, turning back to Izel with a grin. “If you don’t mind me staying, that is.”

“Yeah. She’s sweet though, and cute. And believing in dragons isn’t as weird as believing in the non existence of things right in front of you, like our favourite medical examiner. I pick my battles.” Izel shrugged, looking around one last time before making the treck upstairs. “I think so? There’s also a guy, who I haven’t met, nor do I know anything about him, so we’ll see how that goes.” She could hear the uncertainty leaking into her voice. It was really, really fast. But she’d promised she wouldn’t judge, and was keeping herself to that promise. “If he’s craving attention then he really isn’t showing it. Things were… intense when he got here, and he probably got a bit sick of me during that.” Taylor had been away, and there was a bit of sting in her voice. No way was Izel telling her about the drugs, not yet. Nor the hours Izel had spent looking after him, sticking with him minute by minute as he went through every withdrawal. Izel pushed those thoughts away with a shake of the head, tongue clicking as she listened to Taylor. “Mind? Of course not. Dude, I’d love to have you here for a bit!”

“Touche,” Taylor said, mirroring Izel’s shrug. She followed Izel as they headed upstairs. “There’s a guy? Like a guy?” She pursed her lips. “Ain’t that a little fast? If he’s ready, he’s ready, but I mean...is he though?” She supposed it wasn’t her place to judge, but that didn’t stop her from worrying nonetheless. Izel mentioned Reza’s behavior...how things were right when Izel had taken him in. Must not have been that long after Taylor had skipped town. “Sorry you had to deal with that on your own…” Her words were low and full of shame. “Looks like you did a good job though. Kid’s lucky to have you.” She was beyond happy with Izel’s reaction to Taylor waiting out the storm with her. Honestly, the storm was more of a cover for the fact that she really didn’t want to be alone. She’d spent enough of her time in this town the first time around locking herself away. She wasn’t gonna do that now. “Sweet,” she said with a toothy grin.

“Mmhmm,” Izel replied, not quite noncommittally to Taylor’s question. It was fast. Her eyes flickered to Taylor, giving her a reassuring pat on her shoulder. Her closest ally for a while there had been Regan. Regan. “He’s doing most of the work. Doesn’t know it, but he is. I’m lucky to have him. And you.” The lights flickered, threatening the possibility of a black out. She watched them for a moment, but they stayed bright enough. “Right then. Let’s get out all the blankets then, because this building really isn’t insulated enough.” Despite her action words, as Reece locked up the store, Izel just stood, smiling at Taylor. Impulsively, she pulled her into another, tight hug, like if she let go Taylor would disappear, but also to push every bit of affection from her into Taylor, just to make sure it was clear. Taylor’s disappearance had been a punch to a gut, a low blow in what had already been a sucky situation. Izel hadn’t thought about it enough to know if she’d forgiven Taylor, but it didn’t change her adoration of them. “I’m so glad to have you back,” she murmured. Even if everything else was overwhelming, that remained true.

#touchofchatzy #para #chatzy #taylor

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