#he is easily 7 feet tall AT LEAST that man does not fit in his bed

[tenojan-in-tevinter]

the idea of the Architect sleeping in this normal sized bed is so funny to me

the map labels this room as "Architect's Room" so i have to imagine each night he puts on his little sleeping cap and nightgown and cuddles a lil teddy bear with half of his legs on that stone bench

[theradicalscrivener]

I am a really big fan of how you write shrinking stories (specifically when it comes to cock shrinking, but I also like when it involves the entire body).

And I was thinking about Wash from Canis Drainem.

The thing is, I cannot stop thinking about two possible scenarios.

1) Wash stopped shrinking when he was the exact same size as his cock was when he was full size. I think there is something very hot about being the same size as your cock, but even more so when you were proud about how big it was. And it's now your height. You can be a human cock, in a way, if you wanted to. It's a very hot idea to me, at least. And I wonder if you have ever written something like that? Or if Wash would have enjoyed his existence as a cock sized man.

2) Instead of shrinking and shrinking, Wash stops at what is small, but not out of the ordinary for humans. That is, he goes from 7 feet tall to something like 4'11. Undoubtedly small, but he would still be able to be independent. It also effectively changes the dynamics Wash has with the world, as he is shorter than most adults. And it would be interesting to me how his life would have been like if he stopped shrinking at that height.

I know it's a long ask to answer. And I contemplated asking two different asks, but since both are derived from the same story... I thought it was best to include both scenarios here.

But you are free to just write what you think about one of them, or none. No pressure.

Anyway. Thank you. And have a nice day. Hopefully your new ears have been working properly and comfortably.

Those are both very fun ideas, but they'd be fundamentally different stories.

That would have put Wash at about the 10 inch range. Which would have put him a bit bigger than Harvey's cock. Would have been interesting to see him having a bit of pride at being bigger than Harvey's cock despite being less than a foot tall. I feel like I'd have to have done something in the past in that size range because it's so much fun. I know that Devon is very close to his old cock size. (He was 8" hung and now he's a smidge over 7" tall). It's a fun scenario. Especially if the tiny guy is a bit cocky and or dominant in such a way that he likes to like manhandle the cocks that are nearly as large as he is. In wash's scenario, he'd probably really get into being that size. The biggest issues would be that he would be so large that he's easily visible and would not be easy to keep his new size a secret. So the main story would probably focus around them trying to decide if they wanted to try and keep his existence a secret or if Wash wanted to go public with being a ten inch stud. I remember there was a scene in that story when Wash got to be about the same size as Harvey's cock where Harvey pinned him to the floor beneath his dick and was basically grinding his cock against the guy. This was about the part where Wash really started to realize that he was enjoying being tiny so him getting stuck at that size would probably be a lot of him going back and forth since he's enjoying being small but doesn't want to admit it, and also, he's still large enough that he can almost interact with his old life if he chose to. Like, he can't play ball anymore, but he could try to reach out to his old teammates, but that most likely wouldn't go well for him.

There's a lot of fun to be had at that size as well, but it would be a very different story. It would more be like the shrinking was the prologue, and him learning to adjust to being kid-sized would be the major plot arc. Like, he couldn't wear any of his old clothes, and when he has to shop for more, he has to get like some loaners at first. He's used to being massive, and so having to borrow clothes from a little guy that he used to bully only to realize that these clothes are far too huge for him to wear, and then when he does find clothes that fit him, he realizes he has to shop in the kid's section. It's just a series of blows to his ego. Then he tries to go about his life. He's still beefy, but he's almost half his old height. He's like eye-level with his bro's belly buttons. Imagine him getting to the locker room and getting ready to gear up for practice, but all his former subordinates are now looming over him and teasing him like he had once teased them. Although... Wash is so hung, proportionally, that his cock would still be well over 6 inches. I'd imagine he'd still have some ammo he could use with that.

And yeah, the ears are working well for the most part. I've been slowly working out the bugs. Although, I have some kinda flu this week (not the rona fortunately) so my ear's are like sore and itchy and inflamed, so the little implants hurt a lot. orz

[neonthewrite]

Washed Up Winchesters 2

Jacob has brought the waterlogged strangers to shore, where his smaller friends can help them get back on their feet. There's only one issue ... we're not in Kansas - ehhh, Blefuscu anymore!

Cowritten with @nightmares06, the writer behind the @brothersapart multiverse!

Reading time ~10 minutes.

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Jacob looked down just in time to see that exhausted lean. He paused his trek through the now-waist-deep water to move his hands even closer to his chest. The tiny knife rested precariously on his knuckle, no longer clung to as a desperate defense by the tiny little person in his hand. Now both of them were out cold, reminding him how much trouble they’d been in when he spotted them.

If he hadn’t rushed out to get to them fast enough …

He didn’t let himself dwell on it. Instead, as carefully as he could, he moved his hands together so he could gently settle the second guy down on his palm next to the first. They lay exhausted and unconscious, hopefully getting plenty of warmth from his hand. For all he knew, they could have been out on the water for hours before he wandered by. That knife tumbled to rest near the first of the two, and he hoped they wouldn’t wake up and decide to put it to use on him.

Hunting monsters. Does that include giants?

On his way back to shore, Jacob kept his eye on the pair of them, but they didn’t stir. By the time the water was barely up to his knees, he worried they might be worse off than he thought.

He was so preoccupied, he missed a small voice calling out for him at first. Back on dry land, with water rushing off of him and almost creating a small lagoon, he didn’t know what approach to take next.

“Jacob! What the hell!”

He finally glanced down to find a familiar, tiny shape waving frantically at him from the seaside cliffs. Those didn’t even come up to half his height, so he squatted down to put himself closer to Chase’s level.

“Chase, they were just floating out there on the water,” he explained. His voice pitched higher with worry, and he held his hand out to the cliff edge for Chase to see.

Chase, normally always ready with a joke or a cheesy remark, was serious as he beheld the bedraggled forms collapsed on Jacob’s hand. “Holy shit!” he hissed, hopping onto Jacob’s fingers like a ramp. He gingerly stepped around the pair and knelt down to see them closer, but frowned. “They were out in the water? How far?”

Jacob leaned closer as if he might see the pair as well as Chase could. “Pretty far. I couldn’t even stand up.”

Chase shook his head and his pitch black hair waved messily. “O-okay. Well. We should probably get them some help. Bring us all back to the house, alright? They probably need blankets, and stuff, or something. I dunno.”

Jacob nodded. “Let me know if they look like they’re gonna wake up before we get there,” he said, before rising to his feet with three tiny people on his hand.

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The first thing Sam noticed, upon waking up, was how dry his mouth was.

Drawing in a raspy breath, Sam turned his head to the side and coughed. His throat was scratchy and dry, as though he'd had no water in hours. Squinting his eyes open, he blinked a few times, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings keeping him confused.

"Dee--" Sam only got the first sound of Dean's name out before his voice gave out and he coughed again. Licking his lips, he tried again, this time forcing out a "Dean?"

“Oh, shit!” a voice from somewhere else blurted. Footsteps followed, echoing slightly in the room lit mostly by tall windows on one side. Thin curtains wafted in a slight breeze, creating a gentle but bright view above where Sam lay.

Until suddenly someone was leaning over him to check on him. Sam balked back, deeper into the pillow his head was resting on.

“Hey, dude,” Chase greeted quietly. “Take it easy, okay? Your guy is on the other couch,” he leaned back and glanced over his shoulder to indicate the couch sitting opposite the one Sam occupied. Dean was there, wrapped in blankets and towels just like Sam, after their prolonged dip in the ocean. “It’s uh. We couldn’t get you guys to any beds to rest, so. Couches it is.”

He belatedly realized that he had a glass of water in his hand. “You probably need this, right? Man, I’m glad to see you’re awake. Had us worried there.”

Before anything, Sam glanced in the direction indicated to see Dean sprawled out, a boot sticking out of the blankets wrapped around him. Relieved to see that his brother had survived their short attempt at infiltration, Sam sank down into the cushions, accepting the water and tenderly wetting his mouth so he could talk. "Thanks," Sam managed. The water had helped. He was left with a thousand questions about just how they'd gotten here, though, considering the last he recalled, they had been floating in the ocean, long abandoned by the ship they'd taken out. Trying to condense those questions into one, all Sam could get out was "Who are you?"

Chase grinned. “Name's Chase. This is my house. My friend pulled you guys out of the water clear out in the bay and brought you here since he, ah, doesn't go into town much. Ta-da!” He held his hands open to grandly display the tidy, modestly-decorated living room.

Quickly enough, a more serious look replaced his bemused expression. “Other than, yknow, almost drowning … are you hurt or anything?”

Sam shook his head quickly, then paused to actually check. Other than the general aches and pains that came from hours keeping afloat in the ocean, nothing stood out to Sam as abnormal. “No, but Dean took the fall harder,” Sam admitted. He sipped at the water, then pushed himself up. He needed to check on Dean and make sure there weren’t any injuries.

So far, Dean hadn’t roused or budged since Sam and Chase had started talking. Much like Sam, he was still in the same clothes as when they were on the boat, with the towels and blankets bundled around to keep him warm.

When he got over, Sam checked to make sure Dean was breathing steadily. The leather jacket his older brother was known for was bundled up nearby, drenched with salt water.

“Dean’s not gonna be happy,” Sam commented dryly when he saw the state the jacket was in. He looked over at Chase. “How’d we get here? Last I knew, we were stranded with land too far off to see.”

Chase’s smile was more subdued this time as he tried to figure out how to approach the topic. From what he’d heard, one of these guys was quite freaked out when Jacob had found them, and he didn’t want to cause more upset while they were still in his house. “My friend Jacob actually spotted you and got you out of the water in the nick of time,” he hedged. “He was pretty worried, we had to send him on a walk so he wasn’t just pacing in the backyard wondering if he’d let you drown.”

He glanced at the curtained windows. “Guess you were already passed out when he showed up,” he said more gently. “I can get my sister to go find him, if ya want?”

“Yeah, if you could,” Sam said offhandedly, the importance of Chase’s statement not really sinking in. He wanted to thank their rescuer for himself, as soon as possible.

After, he would need to get Dean up to see what he remembered. They were on a case, after all. If they kept getting held up, by the time they caught up to the ship there’d be a trail of bodies to follow.

They had started out ten steps ahead on this case. How had it all gone so wrong?

"Just a sec," Chase agreed, before retreating to an arched doorway leading somewhere else in the house. He spared Dean one last glance, then nodded at Sam and disappeared through that doorway.

Even out of sight, it would be hard to miss the footsteps moving away. Even tougher to ignore was the shout that followed as Chase called up the stairs. "Hey, Minnie!"

"What?" Her voice from far away would be muffled to Sam, but still easily heard in the otherwise empty house.

"Go get Jacob back here!"

"Why can't you do it?"

Chase sighed in the most put-upon way he could manage. "Because, I have to be a good host and stuff!"

Minnie appeared at the top of the stairs, eyes narrowed and mouth turned down in a frown. "Then why are you yelling at me?" she countered, even as she hurried down to join him. Chase smirked as she had to step around him, before she shoved lightly at his side and made him stumble against the railing.

He followed her into the living room just as she reached it to check on their would-be guests herself. Her stern look softened when she saw that only one of them had woken up yet. "He gave you some water, right?"

Sam was bemused by the sight of the siblings' argument. It reminded him sharply of several arguments with Dean that had gone in nearly the same direction.

“He did,” Sam confirmed, getting Chase off at least one hook. He had a suspicion that it wouldn’t take the kid long to get himself in trouble yet again, much like Dean managed on an hourly basis. “We’re just waiting for Dean to wake up now.”

Minnie nodded, glancing once more at Dean with a small glimmer of concern in her eyes. “Alright. I’ll go get Jacob. Chase,” she fixed him with an almost accusing look, “will get you guys whatever you need.” She could see in his face that he had yet to explain who Jacob was, and if this guy was unconscious when the resident giant showed up, he wouldn’t be expecting his return now.

Chase gave Minnie a thumbs up as she left again, and then wandered closer to where Sam stood by Dean. Privately, he rued how tall both these guys were; they could barely fit on the couches in the living room, and had required every extra blanket he and Minnie could find in the house.

On one hand, they had the right build for sailors. On the other, it would be weird for sailors to be out floating in the bay, so far from shore that only a giant had a chance of spotting them.

“Won’t take him long to wander back here,” Chase said mildly. “Do you, uh. Why were you in the water?”

Sam sat back on his heels, continuing to hover close to Dean. “We’re on a job,” he explained. “It’s… complicated. Suffice to say, we got tossed overboard when our cover was blown.”

There was a lot about that nagging at Sam. His lips turned down as he thought over the events leading up to getting tossed overboard. Nothing, right up until the moment they were grabbed, stood out to him as out of the ordinary. They went undercover all the time, and on that ragtag ship of passengers and personnel, they’d blended right in even in their standard outfits.

“We just don’t know how they found us,” Sam mused.

“You were undercover?” Chase echoed, his eyes widening with intrigue. Jacob would be shocked to find out that he’d somehow rescued a pair of … well, whatever these two were to require undercover work. It was probably super cool. “Dude, so that means me, Minnie, and Jacob are helping out your, uh. Mission?”

Amused, Sam gave a half-shrug. “Uh, I guess?” he said. “It’s not like we’re government agents, after all…”

Dean stirred on the couch, mumbling in his spot. Sam was up in a flash, offering the cup of water before Dean tried to say anything. He remembered the raw, dry feeling in his throat from being stranded at sea for so long and didn’t want Dean to go through that any longer than he had to.

While he watched to make sure Dean didn’t spill the cup, Sam frowned. “We need to make sure no one gets hurt, and this whole thing will just get covered up if anyone else in Blefuscu finds out--”

“Blefuscu?!” Chase blurted, only reining in his volume on the last syllable of the word. He glanced at Dean, still barely conscious, before fixing his surprised look on Sam once more. “You’re from Blefuscu?”

They weren’t even from Lilliput. Blefuscu, the neighboring land across a wide bay, had a storied past with Lilliput. They weren’t really at war anymore, but even with some tense trade moving back and forth across the bay, the two countries weren’t exactly best friends. Chase wasn’t sure he’d even told Jacob very much about Blefuscu yet.

A distant rumble sounded, far enough to seem like a simple gust of wind if one didn’t know what it really was. Jacob must have wandered quite far, but he could cover distances like no one else. As this Sam and Dean were about to find out. “Anyway, uh. I guess you oughta know … Jacob brought you to Lilliput. Surprise?”

[tanakavox]

Look into the multiverse chapter 7

DMC3 chapter! And yes I know that Yang came off as being Lady the next chapter but I decided to go Ruby. Reaction written by my friend Doppel Micheal.

The scene starts off with a door getting kicked aparted, and a shirtless Jaune walking out shirtless carrying his sword in one hand and a red jacket in the other.

Jaune gasped at seeing his image shirtless for all to see. "Augh, Cut that out! I don't want people to… uhm…." his voice faded off in embarrasment. "Aaay someone's been working out!" Yang said in a teasing tone, while Weiss sighed in annoyance. "S-shut up Yang. It's not like I'm Sun.."

"Sun does have very nice abs…" Blake whispered at that. "Pfft, you are fine Muscles boy. Isn't he Rubes?" Yang looked to Ruby, trying to get her sister to join in the teasing only to find her little sister seemed lost in thought; she was simply staring at the Jaune on the screen without saying anything. The blonde knight walked closer to her, waving a hand in front of her to try bringing her back to earth. "..." "...Ruby?" "... HUH-? Oh y-yeah. Right, you're f-.. you're alright Jaune." The short reaper was brought back down suddenly, her cheeks taking on a red shade as she seemed to avoid looking at the tall boy in any way.

A pack of demons were outside waiting for him. Jaune turns to look at the broken remains of his shop

"Damnit!" Jaune moaned. You guys totally ruined my shop! And I haven't even named it!" He snarls and turns back to the demons. "Your gotta pay for that." Jaune throws his sword into the air, doing flips and overtop movement before pulling on the red jacket , and catching the sword posing. He sneezes a bit and rubble falls down. Jaune turns and glares at the demons and points Rebellion at all the demons."I hope you all have enough to cover all this!" He growled. The blonde went to town on the demons, Shooting and blasting them to pieces with ease.

"Is this supposed to be the suicidal one's dream world where he's actually important in a fight?" Cinder snarked at the vision in front of her, sending Emerald into a fit of giggles and Mercury to mock them with delight on his voice "Oooh destroyed."

Jaune growled in annoyance. "Hey-!" "HEY!" His attempt at retorting the insult was cut short by Nora. "SHUT UP before I break your second pair of legs. I'm not afraid to do it." She finished with a glare; meanwhile Jaune felt something press on his shoulder, and turned to see Ren, a pleading look on his eyes that said 'Don't let them get to you.'

And after he was done, the bigger ones flew off, the ground splitting in half as a tower arised from the ground. Jaune looks at the tower with a grin.

"It's been nearly a year since we last met. Where does the time go?" Jaune said still grinning knowing Cinder was on top of the tower. He began to walk towards it clearly excited. "No doubt you've got something fun planned for me. Right Cinder?!"

"It's definitely the suicidal one's dream." Cinder expressed while rolling her eyes, making Emerald giggle even more. "Like I would actually care about such a small fly."

Jaune clenched his teeth and fists in frustration, before his lips curved into a smile as he looked at her "At least I actually get to put my sword through your eye this time!" Now Ruby was the one laughing as she saw all of Cinder's smug get wiped out of her, Nora cheering on from behind with yells of "YEAAAAAH tell her!"

"Y-you- if this barrier didn't exist I would tear off your-!" She couldn't finish her reply before being interrupted by Salem. "Cinder. I suggest you calm down and don't let a child get the better of you." With steam nearly coming out of her ears and a death glare sent in Jaune's direction, everyone went back to watching.

The scene cuts to Cinder looking over the town on top of the tower. Raven walked towards her.

"Raven" Cinder greets without looking back.

"Well? Doesn't it excite you? Raven asks. "The Teme-ni-gru has been revived. The great one who once ruled this earth as the medium between the human world and the demon world." Raven smiled a bit. "Isn't it a magnificent view?" The greatest mind of all their time, those who revered evil, construed this glorious edifice. Now, after two millenniums of confinement, it can at last fulfill the purpose for which it was intended…"

"That's none of my concern." Cinder said interrupting Raven. "Did he have it?"

"Of course. He's taking good care of it. After all, it is the last memento left from your mother you both lost.

"But he has no idea of its true power."

"Ewgh, I still can't believe he's related to me in this nonsense."

"The feeling is mutual" Jaune replied to the maiden, his voice full of venom, before noticing Ruby was grabbing his hand in an attempt to comfort him. "It's okay Jaune. It's not real."

"Indeed it isn't Mr Arc." He turned towards Ozpin, speaking for the first time in a while. "Keep your wits about you, none of this is worth losing your mind over."

The demon that escaped Jaune leap onto the Temen-ni gru behind Cinder and Raven. Cinder began to walk off the demon following her. She stopped and unsheathed her kanata, twirling it a bit before sheathing it. The demon upper torso being sliced in half and sliding off before it went poof! The rest of it remains falling off the Temen-ni gru.

The scene cuts to Ruby on a motorcycle, Bumblebee, with the engine still running as she looks over to Temen-ni-gru.

"I found it." She said. Demons began to slowly walk up behind Ruby. She payed them no mind and rev the engine and set the demons on fire with the exhaust port and jump over a pile of demons falling over dead into the number 3.

Ruby stared wide eyed in giddiness at her counterpart, struggling to find her voice "Is that...me?" "-driving MY bike?!" Yang wasn't so amused though.

"I didn't-I'd never! I don't even have a driver's license Yang!" She tried to calm her sister down, making Qrow chuckle at their antics. "She does rock the aesthetic, you gotta give her that." " …. I guess."

Yang crossed her arms, looking the other way while Ruby whispered in excitement. "Ye! I'm cool." Not low enough for Qrow not to hear her though. "Ha! Yeah." Nor Winter. "Indeed."

Weiss couldn't hide the shock from her face at the elder Schnee's response. "Sister?!" "What can I say, I always wanted a bike when I was your age."

The next cut goes back to Jaune walking through a icey area. He's in front of a Icey statue shake, the ice around it falling to ground. A three headed canine chained to a door, stood before Jaune and roared sending a block of ice flying toward Jaune, which he casually cut with rebellion.

"Leave now mortal!" Ceberus growled. "The likes of you are forbidden in this land! You who are powerless are not worthy here!"

Jaune was sweating bullets at the sight "That's…. A big dog…. Z-Zwei doesn't turn into anything like that right Ruby?" "What!? No! Of course she doesn't…. right Weiss?" The reaper gave her partner a hopeful, but questioning look, irritating the heiress. "Why are you looking at me? Like I would ever hurt your dog." She replied indignant, adding one last part as a whisper. "Also he looks much cuter as it is anyways."

"Wow I've never seen a talking mutt before. You know in a dog show, you'd definitely take first place." Jaune says taunting the caine.

"You, a mere human, make a mockery of me?!" Ceberus breathes a beam of ice toward Jaune, which he easily jumps over. The ice blocking the entrance he had came from.

"Easy, Fido! How about I take you for a walk? Jaune bends his knee and starts clapping and whistling. "Come puppy! Let's go!"

"You'll regret this, you worm!"

"It's showtime" Jaune grinned hopping in place and throwing a few punches in the air before gesturing at the oversized mutt. "C'mon!

A short battle happens ending with Jaune cutting off all but one of the heads of the mutt. It leaps back, in awe.

"You are not human,are you?" It asked in awe.

"Who knows? I'm not even sure myself."

"Regardless, you have proved your strength. I acknowledge your ability. Take my soul and go forth. You have my blessing. A bright light fills the area as the demon canine transforms into nunchucks with chucks, Jaune smirks and begins to test out his new weapon, twisting and twirling it around with ease to the point he twirled it with his feet.

"Ha, not bad at all scrawny. You've been going soft on us haven't you?" Jaune felt Qrow punch his shoulder lightly. "Please. Like I would ever pull something like that."

"That remains to be seen Mr Arc." Ozpin spoke yet again. "You have potential yet untapped, perhaps you should play closer attention to what a you from an alternate reality can do."

He didn't like feeling scolded, but gave some thought to what the old man said.

"Too easy." He boasts as he poses with the new weapon. He puts it away and begins to walk off when a motorcycle crashes through the ice behind him, Ruby riding it, Ruby nearly hits Jaune, him jumping out of the way at the last second. He makes eye contact with Ruby as they pass each other midair, both landing at the same time.

"Are you going to the party?" Jaune asks with a smirk. "What's the hurry, didn't you get an invitation? Ruby doesn't turn to look at Jaune and pulls out a bulkier version of Crescent rose firing a rocket at Jaune who casually duck under it and then jumps on riding it around the room, laughing with pure joy before he hops off and let's it blow a hole in the ceiling chuckling a bit.

Ruby couldn't help herself but to stare in obvious excitement and giddiness at the alternate version of her weapon, which brought some amused chuckles from Yang, before crossing her arms and feigning indifference "Hm, my version of my baby is still the best." She completed the act with sticking her tongue out at Yang.

Ruby eyes are finally show and they are filled with cold rage. She revs up her motorcycle and drives towards Jaune and hops over him, the wheel nearly hitting his face as he looks on unflinchingly. She hopped high enough to go through the new hole in the ceiling leaving Jaune alone. "This just keeps getting better and better!" Jaune smirks again as he began to walk to the next area. The scene cuts back to Cinder and Raven again, standing on top of Teme-ni-gru, the time pasting to night.

"Looks like we have an uninvited guest." Cinder states, looking out to the city below.

"Is that so?" Raven replied, flipping through her book.

"A human. A woman." Raven closes her book and sighs.

"I'm afraid I should ask the uninvited guest to leave." She stands and walks toward Cinder. "That is what you want. Actually I happened to be acquainted with that woman." Raven begans to walk off to deal with the woman. "A storm is approaching."

"Can I point out the fact I would never work with that bitch again?" Cinder pointed out with extreme contempt. "Next time I see Raven, I will kill her for what she did."

Qrow chuckled in amusement at her remark. "Because that worked really well last time huh?"

"YOU-" "Is he wrong dear?" Once again, Cinder's attempt at a retort was cut short by Salem, scowling at her protegee. Cinder simply crossed her arms and choose to stare at the floor beneath her feet in frustration. "Tch."

The scene cuts back to Jaune and a door. He gives the door a push and when that doesn't work, he runs up and kicks it. The door still doesn't budge. Jaune snarls and pulls out his pistols getting ready to shoot.

"Yoo hoo!" A voice behind him calls out merrily. Jaune turns to see a woman with pale skin and wearing a blue jester outfit. "There's no need to use violence Devil boy." Jaune ignores her and twirls his pistol getting ready to shoot anyways."Wait wait wait,better listen to what others say lad." The woman rushs in front of Jaune and points to the door with the specter she was holding. "This tower here is very study, you see." She taps the door to prove her point. "Your tricks will do you no good. No good!" Jaune points one of his pistols in her face pushing it to her nose.

"Zip it."He growled. "Or I'll pierce that big nose."

"That could be a problem" The jester moves to Jaune's side. "You've got nothing to lose,right?"

"...is this the Neon of this world?" said Yang.

Jaune never looks her in the eyes, being very annoyed at her. "My name Jester, and I know a thing or two about this place.

"Guess not." Weiss replied. "Sure gives me the same vibes though."

She points over to an object close to the blonde. "That thing there is a power generator for this entire sector. In order to open the door you need to apply a little SOMETHING to it first. You know what that is kid? Or is that too difficult for you?" Jester begins to laugh maniacally when Jaune finally had enough and started to shoot at her feet, She begins to dance crying in fears as she dodges the hail of bullets.

"Get to the point. Or do you wanna keep on dancing?" Jaune asks before stopping. Jester took a deep breath.

"Actually, I prefer a sword to be my partner. May i have this dance my lady?" She asked, taking a bow. Jaune takes out his sword rebellion and attempts to cut Jester in half, the clown dodging at the last second and instead he hits the generator opening the door. "Bingo!" Jester cheered while standing on the ceiling. "That is what something is! Remember that kid. Write down on your hand if you don't trust your head!" Jester began to laugh and started to dance away while Jaune began to shoot at her again.

"I see…. Thanks. Jaune begans walk into the next room. "You still piss me off though."

Everyone stared in silence after the scene ended. Weiss was the first to attempt speaking up "That was…" "It was something alright." Yang concluded after the heiress found herself at a loss for words. Jaune looked down, feeling very self conscious. "I'm not that cool. Kinda wished I could be.."

Again he felt Ruby's hand tug at his, and his eyes rose to meet her showing him a supportive smile. "Hey. You're plenty cool as is." She told him in a soft voice. It was immediattely followed by Nora not so gently punching his shoulder. "Yeah! You coooould stand to get a grenade launcher though." Giggles came out of him, and eventually they all erupted in laughter.

Emerald groaned at the sight. "Do you have to act so sickly happy all the time? It was enough having to put up with seeing him be such a try-hard."

"Meh, it was kinda funny." Mercury shrugged it off with a smirk. "So, what's it gonna be next?"

The end!

[ubernoxa]

The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Cousin Kendal

Masterlist

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Cousin Kendal comes to town causing several problems and hiccups in Michelle’s plan

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“So what did you do last night? Have any fun?” Derek quizzed as I was wiping down the display cases in between rushes.

“Went out with Walter and Macy, and it was...interesting. Went to a couple bars that had okay music. Nothing I won’t forget in a couple weeks though. How about you?,” I shrugged back. The bar hopping part of the night might have been my idea to get away from a certain group of people.

I continued to listen to Derek as he talked about the girl he met last month and was still going out with. He kept going on and on about how cute and sweet she was, making my heart warm. Yeah I was quickly growing tired of his constant praise or borderline obsession over his girlfriend, but I was glad at least one of us had a healthy relationship, hell a relationship in general. The best word to describe my relationship status was nonexistent. I froze for a second as an unfamiliar figure stared back at me. I remained frozen staring at my own reflection. I hadn't noticed it at first, but Michelle the brunette bassist who worked at a coffee shop seemed to be slowly turning into a stranger. A mask I would put only only when needed.

“ I hope my father hasn't been working you too hard,” my heart stopped at the familiar voice that came from behind me.

“No Kendal, but just enough to keep me out of trouble,” I quickly turned around and sent the familiar face a smile, except she wasn’t as familiar as I had expected her to look. It wasn’t her hair, her clothing, or her makeup that was different, but something was. She quickly pulled me into a hug before letting go of me and placing her hand under my chin.

“Did you grow? You have to at least be part giraffe by how tall you’re getting!” She quizzed as I felt her look me up and down

“Giraffe? I’m not even 5’ 10”!” I teased back.

“Ohh there is my college girl,” I turned to see my uncle running out of the back office to give his daughter a large bear hug. It was nice to see them back together after the six months that had passed. I sent them both a warm smile before returning back to work.

“What major is she this week?” I had to hold in a snort at Derek’s comment. He had many options about Kendal, and a majority, arguable all, of them weren’t good.

“Hey now, do you know what you want to do for the rest of your life? It is both a scary and hard choice!” I whispered back. Kendal had tried marketing, accounting, journalism, typography, design, and now she was sitting in general business management.

He shrugged and joined me in washing the dishes.

“What would you do?” As he shot up from organizing the pastries, it was clear that my question had caught him off guard.

“What?”

“I said, what would you do if you had the money to go to school?” I repeated.

He shrugged before returning back to the pastries, after a couple of seconds I heard him reply, “I would go to culinary school. Once I got the degree I would head to New York and never look back,” I felt a sense of comfort flow through me as he talked.

“I have always heard that New York has the best dining. Unless it is deep dish pizza, that belongs to Chicago,” I smiled back earning a nod from him.

“Yeah I would become an apprentice or some shit like that and save up enough money until I could own my own local restaurant. It may take 10 or 15 years, but when I have it….ohh god when I get it I will name it after my dad and have his sausage stew as a permanent item I will do anything to get there. Hell, I got one more year before I can start affording to go to college part time. I have and will do whatever it takes,” he added.

“Let me know when you open because I will be the first in line. I will camp out a week before your open if that's what it takes!” I smiled back, his face quickly mimicking my own.

“Are you really going to have time to? You are going to be a world famous rockstar! That's still the dream right?” he asked back, his attention no longer on organizing the pastries.

“Yeah, and I think I might have actually found the right band too! We sound unique and the songs we play aren't the ones you would forget a week later.”

“I am glad that you are finally back on your feet after your last band...what was is Pyxie or some shit like that?”

“Yeah..forget those bitches! They didn't have what it takes!”

“And you do?”

“Yeah..I gotta” I smiled back at him. These were the moments that made me love my job. These were the moments I wish he didn’t have a girlfriend.

“You gotta what?” I immediately snapped up at Kendal’s question.

“She has gotta have what it takes to make it as a rockstar!” Derek bragged as if I was his kid who just won the spelling bee. Which would never happen because I couldn’t and still can’t spell for shit.

“She has to have what it takes,” Derek rolled his eyes when Kendal corrected his grammar. Kendal had many quirks and Derek could not tolerate any of them.

I watched Derek like a hawk as he tried to calm himself down. Luckily for all parties involved he was successful.

“Your band is called Pyxie right?” She quickly asked and immediately apologized when she saw my reaction.

“They were my old band, and they were more interested in sex than the music...so I left and found a new one,” I received a confused look from Derek as I spoke. Using the term left was putting my departure from PYXIE lightly, but that is the beauty of telling the story. I get to tell it my way.

“Ohh sorry to hear, but sounds like you made the smart educated decision by leaving the band. What is your new band called? Can I come see you perform soon?” She was radiating excitement as she spoke.

“We don’t have a name yet, but whenever we have our next gig I will invite you and send you pictures!” The lies easily rolled off of my tongue as I spoke

“Good to hear that you found another band!” I wish I could punch Izzy in the gut when he invited himself into the conversation. How had I not seen him walk in?

“Kendal, I’m Michelle’s cousin. Are you her bandmates?” Izzy tried to hide the smile that was growing on his face, but he failed.

“No, Axl by the way” I rolled my eyes as Kendal swooned over Axl, just like every other girl he encountered.

“If you are looking to see some music tonight, or band has a gig,” I immediately stared Izzy down as he spoke.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IZZY STRADLIN.

“Oh Shelley and I would love to go,” I never broke eye contact with Izzy as Kendal spoke. I watched as a smirk grew on his face when Kendal slipped and called me my nickname from when I was 10.

“Sorry I can’t go,” I didn’t even fake a saddened tone as I spoke.

“Are you working late?” Axl’s tone was smooth as he spoke

“No, band practice,” I shrugged before Kendal could make a comment offering to get me the night off which would only cause my lie to fall apart and everything spiral out of control.

“What band? You singing or playing guitar?” Axl seemed genuinely curious which threw me for a loop.

“Bass, and name coming soon,” I quickly replied.

“Would I know anyone in this band?” I shot Izzy another death glare as he quizzed me. I wanted to slap his smirk off of his stupid face.

“No….but like I said I won’t be able to make it,” I never broke eye contact with the black haired dick as I spoke. Why? Why was he digging? He knew I was Duff. By the look on his face I could tell he was enjoying this.

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I started to apply my eyeliner when I heard him walk in.

“Thought you had band practice,” I heard him tease as he leaned against the wall right against the mirror I was using. I could barely focus on applying my eyeliner as he leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. His purple blouse was unbuttoned all the way and tied at the bottom reminding me of the night that was a little over a month ago. Fuck he looked hot.

“Do you need help teasing your hair?” I raised a brow, but before I could say anything he grabbed a brush and began teasing it to the heavens. He was gently which was actually quite surprising.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” I remained frozen while Izzy spoke as I stared in his reflection in the mirror. My mind raced around in a circle trying to figure out his game, but I couldn’t think of any reason.Was this some sort of apology?

I decided to close my eyes, and relax. We were going to perform soon, so overthinking would only make the nerves that I always get from performing worsen.

I froze as I felt a moan escape my lips. My eyes shot open and I watched Izzy continue as if nothing happened. I tried to calm my breath as he continued teasing my hair, but another moan soon escaped my lips and that is when I saw it. A smirk had grown on his lips as he repeated to tease the same spot earning another moan. This bastard was doing it on purpose.

“Ohh baby you’re so hot when you moan like that,” I then felt him kiss the crook of my neck.

“Her cousin called her Shelley,” the moment I heard Axl’s voice, Izzy went back to finishing my hair.

“You fuckers ready to kill it tonight?” Slash shouted earning a fuck yeah from the two of us.

“Duff, did you know that Michelle used to go by Shelley? Isn’t that cute? It reminds me of a stripper or dancer” Axl asked before grabbing a beer.

I shrugged looking back at him before replying, “Doesn’t really fit her. Doesn’t look like a Shelley.”

“Did you see how she reacted when her cousin said it? I’m definitely going to be calling her that from now on,” Axl’s laughter echoed backstage which was quickly joined by the rest of my band excluding me.

“Is she seeing anyone? If not, I am definitely going to find her after this gig,” Slash smiled before taking another sip of whatever the fuck he was drinking.

“Well she will be here after the show right?” Izzy turned to me as he spoke.

“No, Derek, the guy who works with her at the coffee shop asked her out on a date tonight, so neither of them will be at the show,” I shrugged back and excused myself to go get another beer.

It had taken 20 minutes of me begging and pleading with Derek for him to ask her out. I used the excuse that I hated the Indiana boys’ guts which took him a lot of convincing. Eventually he caved when I offered to cover a shift for him next weekend. He asked Kendall on a fake date, and that was the end of that problem. At least that is what I thought until I saw Derek and Kendal in the crowd.

I waited at the bar and in an instant I knew that I was fucked. Standing only a few feet away from me was Derek and Kendal. I watched as he came over and his eyes caught mine while a flash of recognition crossed his face. I motioned for him to follow me, and he quickly made some excuse to Kendal.

We stood alone in the ally as I watched him try to find his words. For the first couple of seconds we stood in silence.

“Okay, what the actual fuck is going on? Why are you dressed as a guy? Is this your new band? Last and certainly not least who the fuck is Duff,” I sighed as Derek growled at me.

“Long story short, I got sick and tired of dealing with the bull shit of trying to make it on the strip as a chick, so one day I dressed as a guy for an audition and...boom Duff was born. I am running out of options Derek. Whatever it takes. That’s what you said only a couple of hours ago. You said that you would do whatever is takes to Make your dream come true. Well that’s what I’m doing here,” Derek remained silent as I spoke.

The seconds that it took for him to respond felt like hours. “I guess that explains the wig situation, why you really wanted me to ask out your cousin, along with why you were being nice to Axl and Izzy. Two people who you despised a couple months ago,” He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke. I could tell he was trying not to freak out.

I watched as he shook his head in shock. “How long do you plan on keeping up on this charade? Does anyone else know? Do you have a plan?”

“Once I get my record deal,yes, and my plan is to not fuck this up. But before you continue to judge me, put yourself in my shoes. I’m on borrowed time Derek. Please get my cousin out of here because she can’t find out. She just can’t,” I said before leaving him to go join my band backstage.

“Whoa Duff you okay?” I tuned to Steven as his voice caught my attention.

“Yeah, just a bit nervous,” I shrugged back.

He poured a pair of shots and we took them together.

“Alright boys, let’s show them what the fuck rock and roll is,” Axl shouted before we went on stage.

It was the last song in our encore.

The last note where Axl was screaming to the heavens.

That’s when Kendal and I made eye contact.

That’s when I saw recognition cross her face.

I watched as the smile fell from her face and she immediately shoved her way through the crowd.

Fuck.

She knew.

[solei28]

Coffee, Pie, You-Chapter 7

This chapter gets a bit graphic, so fair warning. 

James had carried you into the Tower, but you had assured him you could walk the rest of the way. You enjoyed being in his arms, but you had been confined to a hospital bed for far too long. You needed to stretch.

Steve, Sam, and Tony were in the lobby when James gently put you down. Their expressions ranged from adorable to smug and you just knew it was because of how in awe you were. You were in the freakin’ Avengers Tower! The floor and walls were pristine. The furniture probably cost more than everything who had owned. This is where Earth’s Mightiest Heroes worked and lived and you were going to be staying there. What the actual fuck is my life right now?

Steve came up to you first. “Hey, Y/N. I’m so sorry about the kiosk and your apartment. How are you doing?” He had a small smile, but his eyes were full of concern.

You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile. “I’m hanging in there. I’ll feel better once I get some food in me and have a bath.”

“So, let’s get you settled in,” Tony said walking up behind Steve. “You’ll be on the 12th floor with Cap and Loverboy. You’ll have your own apartment, so don’t worry about not having personal space. We want you to be comfortable.”

“My own apartment? You repeated. “At the Avengers Tower,” you squeaked.

Tony raised an eyebrow at you. “Yes, at the Tower. What drugs are you on, currently, Y/N?”

James put up a hand. “She’s kinda still processing staying here. I think she’s still in shock.”

Tony nodded his head slowly. “Understandable. Why don’t you take her upstairs so she can have that bath.” He looked back at you. “You’ll find clothes that Pepper went out and got you. She got a few different sizes, so, hopefully, you find something that fits.”

“Thank you,” you said smiling widely. You were still taking in the absolute beauty of everything around you and you were only in the lobby. Then, your stomach growled and bright you back to reality.

Clint chuckled behind you. “Y/N, you wanna eat first?”

You turned and smiled at him. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

You all walked over to a sitting area with a few couches and a table sitting in the middle of them. The pizza was cold, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. You ate in silence looking around, while everyone else chatted about. As you satiated your hunger, the more you thought about what had happened.

You had lost both your home and your livelihood only a few hours ago. How were you going to tell your parents what happened? They did even know you were in the hospital? You haven’t spoken to them in nearly a month. How do you make this call out of the blue? You felt the heat behind your eyes.

“Um, I think I’m ready for that bath now,” you said turning to look at James.

“Yeah, sure. Come on.” He stood up helping you up as well. He wrapped your arm in his.

“I’ll see you all later,” you said quickly before walking to the elevator.

There was a chorus of “see ya’s” as you left. You were silent until you got on the elevator. James looked at you and could read the distress on your face.

“Hey doll, what’s wrong?” He asked gently.

You were looking down at the floor. “Does my parents know about the attack? Did anyone call them?”

James took a breath before answering. “No, they weren’t told. We didn’t want to reach out to them in case Sandra got wind of it. We didn’t want to risk them being her next target.”

“Oh, well I guess that makes sense.” You shifted awkwardly. “I suppose I shouldn’t call them since everything was burned, huh?”

He cupped your cheek and brought your face up to look at him. “I know how bad you want to reach out to them, Y/N. After everything that’s happened, I know that can bring you a little comfort. However, due to the circumstances, it’s not wise to contact them. Not yet, at least. Let us get Sandra first. Then, you can contact them. Hell, I’ll take you to go see them myself if that’s what you want. Ok, doll?”

The way those steel blue eyes bore into sent shivers down your spine. You could see how much he cared about you and how serious he was about everything he told you. As much as you wanted to hear your mom’s voice and your dad’s raspy laugh, you knew what he was saying was right. You’d feel much worse if something happened to them because you couldn’t be patient.

You closed your eyes tightly and sighed. “Ok.” You opened your eyes and looked into his. “I trust you, Buchanan. I’ll hold off until you get Sandra.”

James was beaming at you. He felt his chest swell at your words. You trusted him. You knew he would doing everything in his power to protect you. Y/N, you gave him a reason to be better. He was leaning in closer to your lips. He wanted to show you how much he cared about you. Then, the elevator doors opened with a whoosh and he jumped back, startled.

You could help the giggle that escaped you. He was clearly embarrassed if it was any indication of how red his neck and ears had gone.

He quickly cleared his throat. “Come, your apartment is this way.”

As you walked by a door on your right, James pointed out that it was Steve’s place. You walked a few feet further and he stopped in front of a door on your left.

“Here’s your place,” James said opening the door. He pointed to a door on the far left, “That’s mine.”

He walked you in and you were so glad you were holding on to his arm. You nearly fell over with how magnificent it was. It was easily twice the size of your burnt down apartment and was fully furnished. The living room had a black leather couch that you were sure was more comfortable than the bed you had. There was a matching love seat, a glass coffee table between them and a huge flat screen T.V. on the wall opposite the couch.

The kitchen was stocked with every cooking utensil you could imagine. The counters were black marble, there were 2 huge ovens, a six-burner stove and a double sink. You felt the itch to start cooking something immediately.

James walked you over to the bedroom and your jaw dropped. It was enormous. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room with another huge T.V. on the opposite wall and 2 dressers parallel to each other. The closet doors had mirrors and there was a door tucked into the far right corner of the room. That door led to the bathroom.

“I can’t believe I get to stay here,” you breathed. “This is all too much.” You put a hand on your head and swayed a bit.

“Y/N, are you alright?” James' eyes went wide as he sat you on the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to take you to the med bay?”

You tilted your head. “Med Bay?”

“It’s basically our own hospital in the building,” he explained.

“Of course there’d be a hospital in the Avengers Tower,” you chastised yourself.

James shook his head, his lips twitching up. “Do you want me to take you? Banner can check you out.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “So, that’s how it is, huh? You gonna let some other guys check me out.”

James shook his head again, chuckling. “Stop it. You know that’s not what I meant, doll.”

“I know, but it’s still fun to tease you about it.” You looked at the tucked away door. “I assume that’s the bathroom?”

“It is. Come on.” He helped you up once more and walked you over to it.

You were, of course, absolutely baffled by the enormity and beauty of the room. There was a clawfoot bathtub that was deep enough for you to submerge your whole body in, a stand-up shower, a double sink, and a toilet. There was a tall shelf by the tub that had every body product know to man and a bunch of loofahs and sponges.

“I’m never gonna leave this place,” you murmured.

James huffed out a laugh. “So, you got it from here, doll?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I think I can manage. I might take a nap in here.”

“Please, don’t. Drowning is a bad way to go.” He had on a lopsided smile.

“Noted.” you sighed heavily looking at the shelf with all the products. “This may take a while. Is there a way for me to call you when I’m done?” Your cellphone was part of the evidence gathered.

“Yeah, just let FRIDAY know and she’ll relay the message.” James read the confusion on your face. “FRIDAY is the A.I. that runs everything in the Tower. Right, FRIDAY?”

“You are correct, Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY answered.

You looked around the room, trying to pinpoint where the voice had come from. “What the hell?”

James snorted. You looked adorable confused. “It takes some getting used to, but she’s the best.”

You looked at him warily. “So, she’s gonna watch me bathe?”

“No!” James shook his head. “Nothing like that. Just-” he sighed, “Just let her know when you’re done. Trust me, doll. It’s fine. She’s not gonna intrude on your privacy.”

You frowned but nodded. “Alright, Buchanan.”

“OK, I’ll leave you to it. Tony said your clothes are in the closet and dressers.”

“Good to know.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, Buchanan.”

His cheeks went pink and he smiled dopley. “Yeah, see you later, doll.” He let go of your arm, turned on his heel and walked out. He bit his lip thinking about how your lips would feel on his own.

You took a deep breath and made your way to the shelve of wonders you had mentally dubbed it. It took at least 15 minutes to settle on a bubble bath. You chose a Eucalyptus one hoping it would revitalize you to some extent.

Once the tub was filled, you very gingerly laid in it making sure you didn’t get the splint your arm was in wet. You leaned back and the heat and aroma consume you. Your body was aching all over and this bath was life right now. You closed your eyes and drifted off.

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“Hey, how’s she holdin’ up, Buck?” Steve asked catching James about to go into his own apartment.

James turned to him with still wearing the dopey smile after you kissed his cheek. “She’s hanging in there.”

Steve smirked. “So, you finally kissed her?”

James put his head down and frowned. “No, I haven’t. I just don’t want her to think I’m trying to take advantage of her. She’s in a vulnerable state right now.”

Steve clasped him on the shoulder. “You’re a good man, Buck. Once we get this whole thing settled, you should take her out.”

“Yeah, I think I will,” James agreed. “Have you heard anything back from Fury about that possible lead?”

“Yeah, another dead end,” Steve sighed. “She’s good, but we’re better. We’ll find her, Buck.”

“I know. She’s gonna slip up soon,” James exclaimed. “She hasn’t been doing this longer than we have.”

“Not at all.” Steve looked at his friend inquisitively.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” James asked.

“Was just wondering what you were about to do?” Steve answered.

“Just go over what we have on Sandra so far. See if we missed anything. Why?”

“You mind some company?” Steve shrugged.

James smirked. “Sure. Come on, punk.”

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You walked down the hallway of your apartment. You heard a groan as you approached your living room. When walked in, the blood in your veins froze.

“Hello.” Sandra stood in front of you smiling maliciously.

James was at her side on his knees. There was blood pouring from a gaping head wound. His face was bloodied and bruised and the only thing keeping him up was Sandra’s grip on his hair.

“Buchanan,” you breathed. He swayed a bit and looked up at you with sad eyes. “What did you do to him?” You demanded.

“Well, I decided that since I didn’t get the chance to kill you, I’d kill him instead,” she spat.

You took a step towards them. She yanked his head up and he moaned in pain. You stopped tears in your eyes.

“Please, let him go. He needs help,” you pleaded.

Sandra eyes locked onto yours. “He needs to die.” She lifted him to his feet.

“No, just let him go! Sandra, please,” you begged.

She just smiled wider. “No.”

She put her hand through his back and out of his chest. Her hand held his still beating heart. She crushed the heart in her hand and you watched the light go out of his eyes.

“NOOOOOO!”

You woke up thrashing and screaming resulting in you choking on water. Then, the pain in your wrist, ribs, and head hit you all at the same time. You howled grabbing on to the side of the tub.

James burst into the bathroom, eyes scanning the room for a threat. There was water and bubbles everywhere. You looked terrified white-knuckling the edge of the tub.

“Y/N! What happened?” He put his hand over yours and gently cupped your face.

You looked at him wide-eyed breathing heavily. You took several deep breaths before you could finally speak.

“I must have dozed off. I dreamt that I was in my place. Sandra was there with you.” You felt the tears start streaming down your face as the dream replayed in your head. “She-She killed you!” you sobbed. “She just ripped your heart out right in front of me.”

“Oh, doll,” James wiped your tears away with his thumb. “It was just a dream. I’m fine. See?” He kissed your forehead. “Didn’t I tell you not to fall asleep, sweetheart?”

“I-I’m sorry. My body is so exhausted. I couldn’t help it,” you whimpered.

He smiled at you and brought your face into his chest and hugged you. “It’s alright.” He pulled away to look at you. “Think it’s time to get out now?”

You sniffed. “Yeah, I think so. I may need to get checked out. I woke up flailing around.”

“Ok. I’ll take you down when you’re ready.” He went to stand up but you grabbed his shirt before he could go. “Doll?”

“I was so scared that I lost you, Buchanan.” The look you gave him broke his heart. You looked like a scared child. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I did. I just couldn’t handle that.”

James was studying your face. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here for you always.”

“Always,” you whispered. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him into a kiss.

He was hesitant at first kissing you unadorned, but deepened the kiss when your hand came up and tangled itself in his hair. Your lips were soft and molded to his perfectly. He didn’t want it to end but had to pull away so you both could catch your breath.

You let out a sigh of content against his smiling lips. “I’ve been dying to do that.”

He chuckled. “So, have I.”

Steve peaking in to make sure everything is alright and sees they finally kissed. Steve in his head: It's about damn time, Buck! Also, I'm glad she used bubbles. I was not trying to see my best friend's girl. I do not need that burned into my brain.

[lovelyrocker]

~RPF ~Warnings - None ~ Jensen, Jared, Lexi(OFC), Alan Ackles ~Jared x Lexi(Eventually) ~Word Count 3,327

Alexia stared out of the window of the beige luxury car, her head leaning against the door. She ignored the sounds of honking car horns in the hot Texas heat of late July. Her earphones blared classic rock and 90’s punk music as she sat there in her grunge tank top, ripped jeans, dark eye makeup and raven hair, pulled back into a messy bun.

“This isn’t a punishment, Lexi.” Her father, Alan, spoke as she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that afternoon.

“Oh, come on!” She gawked at him. “Does this really require shipping me across the country?”

“Alexia Ann Ackles, I am not shipping you anywhere.” He stated in a stern tone. “Brookston is a very prestigious preparatory academy. You will be challenged there. You won’t get bored nearly as easily. This will be good for you.”

“Did, did you hear yourself just there?” Lexi spoke pointing a finger “Prep school. Do I look like the prep school type?” She went on gesturing to her appearance with red and black manicured fingernails. “You know maybe this is a mistake. I’ve been known to be irrational at times.”

“Lexi, just try it for a semester or two, then we’ll see what happens.” He went on sliding easily through the afternoon traffic.

“At least its with Jay.” She mumbled with a shoulder shrug.

“That’s a positive right there.” He waved his hand again. “All that quality time with him. I know how much you miss him when he is in Vancouver.” Placing his hand back on the steering wheel he exhaled.

Today, fifteen year old Alexia Ann Ackles, Lexi as she preferred, a nickname given to her by her big brother, Jensen, was making the move from Dallas Texas to Vancouver Canada to live with her big brother. The already high school senior was in advanced level classes and nearly three years ahead of her peers. Her parents, Alan and Donna,felt  that she needed a challenge. Over the past year Lexi had gotten into minor trouble and, as Donna put it “got mixed in with the wrong crowd.” Her parents felt that she needed a change, something different.

Due to encouragement a few months prior, Lexi applied to a very prestigious prep school in Vancouver. Brookston Academy was known as one of the toughest schools to get into in Vancouver. When Lexi got her acceptance letter Alan and Donna were filled with such pride.

“I don’t get it.” Alan chided. “A month ago you were over the moon with excitement about getting accepted. What changed?”

Lexi exhaled loudly. “It’s not that I DON’T want to go, it’s just-”

“You’re scared.” Alan interrupted with a knowing expression. “I get that, honey. You have barely ever left Texas. It’s normal. But this is a good idea. It will broaden your horizons and give you life experience that kids your age don’t get.”

“I know, dad. It’s the across the continent thing that freaks me out just a bit.” Her gaze cast down to her feet once more.

“Kiddo, what does your gut tell you?” He asked with a side glance.

“That I would be stupid not to do this.”

“Well, there you go.” He commented knowingly. “What do I always tell you, your brothers and your sister?”

“If you don’t try then you can’t complain.”

“Exactly!”

Lexi shook her head and couldn’t help but laugh at her father. She knew everything he did was out of love and came from a loving, caring place.

Pulling into the airport he looked to her. “Do you want me to walk in with you, kid?”

“Dad, I got this.”

“Come here.” Pulling her into a hug he squeezed her tightly. “Jensen will be there to pick you up when you land. Be sure to text us both when you land.”

“I know, I know.” She gave an eye roll and then a smile. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

Waiting two hours, going through airport security and all the headache that was required to board, Lexi finally sat down in her seat. Letting her head fall back against the seat she closed her eyes taking a much needed deep breath she felt the vibrations of her phone in her pocket.

>>Dork 7:02am You should probably be boarding about now.

<<Punk 7:02am How do you do that?!

>>Dork 7:03am I’m magic

<<Punk 7:03am Oh really? Then turn my 6hr flight into a 30min one.

>>Dork 7:03am Not that good, Punk.

<<Punk 7:04am Love ya, you Dork!

>>Dork 7:04am Love you too Punk.

Lexi smiled, turning off her phone. Jensen and Lexi were thick as thieves despite their twenty one year age difference. Nearly five years ago while Jensen was working in Los Angeles, he was plagued by a deviant that kept trespassing in his backyard and going through his garbage. That deviant turned out to be an eleven year old Lexi. She was living in and out of foster homes due to parents who would rather get high than be actual parents and take care of her.

After months of short  run ins  between Jensen and Lexi, Jensen decided to take her under his wind and watch out for her. As time passed she melted his and his parents' hearts with her personality. Lexi managed to fit in with them so well. He parents overdosed and passed away a short time later and that’s when Jensen talked to his parents about the idea of Lexi becoming an Ackles officially. He originally wanted to be the one to adopt her but his age and her age would have made that tricky. Alan stepped in and Jensen became big brother. A fatherly big brother but big brother nonetheless.

Fast forward five years and now you have a bright, well brought up young woman that was making a giant leap to further her future. A future that was non existent five years ago. Pulling out her journal she slipped on her headphones and settled in for the flight.

Six hours and fifty two minutes later , the plane landed with a rough jerk in Vancouver. Gathering her things, Lexi filed in line to exit the plane. Powering up her phone she was greeted with a message.

>>Dork 1:26pm Hey Punk I hate to do this to you but I got called back on set. Jare is gonna pick you up. Be nice. Don’t hurt him.

Lexi smiled at her brother’s message turning to the baggage claim, she heard a familiar voice. “Excuse me miss but you look lost.” Lexi turned to see Jared standing behind her, a small bouquet of  white roses in hand. He stood in his tall glory, a white beanie atop his head, a hoodie and dark jeans.

“Hey, Skyscraper!” She exclaimed reaching on her tiptoes to hug him. “My God, did you get taller?”

Jared swooped her up in a bear huge and gave her a quick spin before setting her back to the ground. “Well, hello to you, yoo beautiful. These are for you.”

“My favorite!” She exclaimed, burying her nose into the flowers. “Thank you, Jare!”

“What’s it been, like two months?” He asked looking her over.

“About, but it doesn’t feel that long.”

“That’s because you are always at my house.” He jested. “I swear you are one of the few people Gen trust the kids with.”

Lexi grabbed her bag with excitement. ‘Oh, speaking of!” She said handing Jared a folded up piece of paper. “Your little artist have been channeling Picasso lately.”

Jared with a smile of pride, chuckled. “I can see that.” He grinned reading the words ‘we miss you daddy’. “Oh and Gen told me Sheppy learned a new word at the pool the other day.”

“Okay?” Lexi gave him a confused stare.

“What was it?” Jared said playfully. “Oh yeah, bobbies.”

Lexi let out a laugh. “Dude, I was holding him and he just pinched me and shouted ‘boobies!’ I just take it That he will be a boob man.”

Jared shook his head with another laugh as they headed to the car. Once inside Lexi turned to him. “Locate the nearest Starbucks, please. I feel like a zombie.” She told him buckling her seat belt.

Pulling around the corner Lexi handed Jared a card. “Venti iced cinnamon dolce, please.”

“Put that away.” Jared instructed as he turned and order both coffee.

“Yes, sir!” Lexi gave him a mock salute.

It was a forty five minute drive to the house filled with small chit chat and catching up. Jared noticed something was different about Lexi. Sure, he hadn’t seen her in two months and she was a changing teenager, but something was indeed different. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Pulling into the drive Lexi gawked at the house. “Geez!” She looked tp Jared then back to the house. “It’s like ten times the size it looked in the pictures!” She exclaimed looking at the house for the first time.

“Yeah, well when you have three kids coming and going, you need big.” Jared said grabbing her bags and making his way to the door.

“Dude, I can get my own bags.”

“What do you have in here? A dead body?” Jared asked as he opened the door.

“No, that’s in the other bag.” She joked following him in the house.

“This is you room.” Jared told her as they reached up stairs. “Jensen got the room on the end and i’m across from you.” He sat the bags on the bed. “Do you need help unpacking?”

“Nah, I think I can manage.” She told him looking out the windows. “Dude you can see mountains!” Jared laughed at her excitement. “So, Jay’s directing this week?”

“Yeah, they had to reshoot a few shots that need to be in tonight. So looks like you’re stuck with me awhile.”

“Good, I may need you for some high shelves.” She poked fun.

By late that night Lexi and Jared had unpacked most of the boxes. The sun had long set and the temperature dropped. It was much different from the humidity in Texas. Their evening was mostly spent laughing till their stomachs hurt and catching up on things.

“Lex, this small box of stuff, where do you want it?” Jared asked opening it looking through pictures and movie ticket stubs. “Looks like keepsakes.”

“Let me see.” She said walking over. Jared watched as her expression changed when she looked in the box. “Oh, um, just, I’ll, I’ll take it.” She grabbed the box and set it at the bottom of her closet, tossing stuff over it.

“An ex?”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I know that look you had on your face.”

“You hungry?” She asked changing the subject giving little acknowledgement to the comment or question.

Jared, picking up on her reluctancy, went with her. “Grilled cheese?”

~

At midnight that night Jensen walked through the front door, tossing his jacket on the couch. “Where is my little punk!?”

“Hey you big dork!” She ran into his arms squeezing him tightly.

“How was your flight? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to pick you up.” He held her hands in his.

“It’s all good. I had good company.”

“You look like you’ve grown since I last saw you!” Jensen looked at her.

“Just my boobs and butt.”

“Yeah, keep those covered.” He laughed pulling her into another hug before moving to the living room.

“Jared showed me a map of the city and I’ve already pinpointed the coffee shops and shopping centers.” Lexi explains sitting.

“Of course.”

“So, tell me, how is directing?”

~

The next morning Lexi was awakened by the sound of men laughing and talking loudly downstairs. Having went to bed in her normal tank top and shorts, Lexi was freezing. She would definitely need time to adjust to the weather difference. She drug herself out of bed and dug through a few leftover boxes till she found her Chili Peppers hoodie.  Pulling it over her head she  got up and headed downstairs.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet and the men walked around the kitchen bustling with energy, laughing.  Lexi walked into the kitchen and saw Cliff standing with coffee in hand.

“I’m sorry, punk. Did we wake you?” Jensen asked pouring a cup of coffee.

“Y’all have big mouths.” Lexi sat at the counter laying her head on her folded arms.

“That little touch of southern drawl is so cute.” Cliff said setting the cup of coffee in front of her.

“Cliffy, you always knew the way to my heart.” She said as she sat up.

“When do you start school?” Cliff asked.

“Monday.”

“Later wanna come hang on set?” Jensen asked lacing his boots.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, as long as you behave.”

“Hell yes!” She told him. “Just let me get a few more hours of shut eye first. Beauty sleep is a necessity after traveling across the continent.”

“You’re beautiful.” Jensen told her as he leaned kissing her forehead before leaving.

~

Late morning rolled around and Lexi and Cliff were pulling up to the entry gate at Warner Bros.  Cliff handed her a pass. “Keep this on you till the guard and security get used to who you are. After the get familiar with you you won’t really need other than to get in and out of the lot.”

“Okay, got ya.” She slipped the pass over her head.

Cliff introduced her to people as they passed on their way to the set. When they reached the set Jensen greeted her in his normal tight hug and excitement. It was easy to see he loved having his little sister around. He boasted on her and made sure she met everyone she hadn’t had the chance to meet. When the camera was rolling Lexi couldn't help but be amazed at how precise her brother was behind the camera as well as in front.  She admired him in his determination to seek greatness in his task.

“Why do you look so concentrated?” Jared asked handing her a bottle or water.

“Jensen looks so in his element.” Lexi said. “And you,” She turned to Jared. “You are  intense during certain scenes, just, wow!” She chuckled.

“When you truly love your job it comes natural.”

“Yeah, well I hope I find something I’m this passionate about.”

“You plan on going to college?”

“Yeah. I’m expected to.” She sipped on her water. “It’ll help me figure out what I want to do with my life. I haven’t even decided on a university yet.”

“Actually, I only have till the end of the school year.”

“Oh, right!” Jared pointed. “You’re a few grades ahead.”

“Yup, weirdo smart kid, right here.” Lexi pointed at herself.

“Nothing wrong with being smart.” Jared commented.

Lexi spent the entire rest of the day on set observing every possible thing she could. Lexi always had a love of learning. She was like a sponge just waiting to absorb whatever she could and took advantage of every opportunity she had to learn something new. After eight hours of asking questions and taking note of all that was going on around her, she made herself comfortable in her big brother’s chair.

“Somebody is worn out.” Jared said motioning to Lexi laying with her legs draped over one side of the chair and her head on the other, arms crossed over her chest.

A smile spread across his lips as he looked over seeing his little sister. Making his way over, he pushed her hair from her face. “Hey, punk, wake up.” He spoke softly.

Lexi opened her eyes and gave a chucked as she exhaled. “I totally just fell asleep in your chair didn’t I?” She covered her face with her hands.

“But you look so cute.” Jared crooned showed her a picture he’d taken on his phone.

“Oh, God, delete that!” She said standing. ~

Monday morning rolled around and by five am Lexi was already wide awake. Her nerves wouldn’t allow her to sleep much later than four thirty that morning. She sat at the counter with a cup of coffee dress in her new school uniform.

“Nice threads, preppy.” Jensen smiled walking down stairs.

“Haha.” Lexi said sipping her coffee in the khaki skirt and white button down blouse.

“Nervous?”

“A little.” She shrugged. “Just not sure what to expect. What if people think i’m weird or make fun of my accent?”

Jensen sipped from his cup. “Okay, one, you barely have an accent. And the little bit of one you do have is adorable.” Lexi rolled her eyes. “And two, you will do great, because you’re an Ackles. We kick ass.” Lexi couldn’t hold back her laugh at him. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“Positive. Cliff will drop me off this morning and I’ll walk back.”

“Whoa, walk back?” Jensen asked hearing this new information.

“It’s not far.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll walk the few blocks from school to the bus stop, then the two blocks from the bus stop here.”

“I don’t want you walking home alone. I’ll tell Cliff to pick you up.”

“No, Jay, I don’t want you putting people out of their way for me. I’ll be fine, I’ll manage.”

Jensen and Lexi had a stare down for a moment then Jensen huffed. “Okay, how about this, Cliff will drop you off and pick you up for one week.” He saw Lexi about to protest then he spoke again. “Just long enough to give you time to get used to the surroundings.”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “Fine, deal.”

Cliff and Lexi pulled into the school and she looked around at all the students with a mixture of anxiety and dread. “You’ll be fine.” Clif k9 f spoke. “If anyone messes with you, kick ‘em in the crotch.”

Lexi laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She took a deep breath grabbing her bag. “Here goes nothing.” She opened the door.

“Have a good day and good luck.” Cliff said as Lexi leaned in the big black SUV meeting Cliff’s extended fist with her own. “I’ll be back at three.”

“See, ya.” Lexi said closing the door and walking into the school.

She found her locker easier that she thought she would. Placing her books in, she looked at the paper in her hand and found her first class. Finding a seat in the back of the classroom, Leci sat quiet messing around on her phone trying to remain unnoticed.

“Morning, class!” She heard a woman say loudly causing her peers to begin seating themselves and quiet down. “When you’re ready.” The woman said urging the students to settle suddenly. “We have a new student joining us.” “Lexi’s eyes shut in panic. Do they seriously do this in every country? Lexi thought.  The embarrassment of being introduced to the entire class when all you want is to blend in. As if being fifteen and a senior was bad enough. “Please, welcome Alexia Ackles.”

Everyone turned to her as she gave a small wave from her seat. “It, it’s Lexi, actually. E- everyone calls me Lexi.”

“Alright then, Lexi, want to tell us something about yourself?”

Not really, she thought. “Uh, I’m Lexi and I just moved up here from Texas.”

“Ackles as in Jensen Ackles?” A blonde girl with way too much makeup asked from across the classroom.

“Tall guy, green eyes, bow legs? Yeah, that’s my brother.” She said with a touch of cynicism in her voice.

“Welcome to Vancouver and welcome to Brookston, Lexi.” The teacher said as she then began her lesson.

Lexi was more appreciative that the focus was no longer on her. Taking a small but deep breath she took her books out and began following along with the lesson. She could do this, she told herself.

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Chapter 5: The Heap of Ashes

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Word count: 2800 Warnings: Profanity

September 23rd, 7:58 PM, the Heap of Ashes, Trinity Gate

The Heap of Ashes is, at first glance, an uninteresting hill which offers a nice view of the Trinity Gate cityscape, even though the view would be better if the hill was taller. All that’s on its top is a small chapel which has some backstory behind it. During the second civil war, it was a place where the people of all three territories could go and say a prayer. It was a sacred ground and nobody was ever attacked or killed there.

However, people tend to forget easily. The chapel has been abandoned and the religious needs of the city’s Christians can now be satisfied in a large, splendid church in the city center.

Sienna sees the silhouette of the chapel in front of her. She still doesn’t know what she should expect. She thinks what would happen if she stayed at the party and continued conversation with that cute guy. She starts to regret the decision to come here and considers returning to the party while it’s still underway.

But her curiosity forces her to keep going.

Now she sees there are some other people gathered in front of the chapel. She’s not naive enough to rule out the possibility she’s walking into some sort of trap, but she’s prepared even for this possibility. Her purse hides, besides other things, a small, yet efficient 9mm handgun.

And she knows how to handle it very well.

She comes closer to the group in front of the chapel and takes a closer look at the three people.

The man from the parking lot isn’t among them, but there is a girl who must be related to him somehow. She also wears long, fair dreadlocks and even her facial features are somewhat similar to him.

Sienna looks at the girl for a while longer. She’s that type of weirdo Sienna intentionally avoids while at school - hanging out with weirdos would put a dent in her reputation. She’s wearing a hippie-style dress and… damn, is she really barefoot?

The girl notices Sienna is looking at her and she approaches her. She has a strange smile on her lips, somehow absent, dreamy. Nevertheless, it doesn’t come out as creepy, just slightly uncanny. Sienna realizes she’s actually kind of cute, despite her face untouched by make-up, petite frame and apparent lack of feminine curves.

“I’m pleased to meet you,” the girl says with a peculiar sing-song voice and makes a curtsy - something Sienna has never seen a woman actually doing. “I’m Whisper.”

“Whisper?” Sienna replies, still figuring out how to feel about this girl. “That’s a nickname, right?”

Whisper lets out a ringing laugh. “No, that’s my actual name. But if you find it too strange, my second name is Johanna. Even though I still prefer Whisper. Or Wisp.”

“Sienna. Nice to meet you,” the older girl says. For some reason, she doesn’t feel a need to use her full name like she usually does. Then she gives Whisper a small smile.

The longer she looks at Whisper, the more oddities she finds. Earrings decorated with bird feathers are hanging from her ears. She’s wearing an excessive number of necklaces, pendants, bracelets and wristbands around her neck and wrists - she even has decorative bands around her ankles. Flowers are weaved into her hair.

Sienna wouldn’t call her beautiful. But there was a word which would describe her peculiar charm perfectly. What was the word? Yeah. Winsome.

Whisper lets out another laugh. “Girl, you’re looking at me like I was some kind of paranormal entity!” Her thin arm grabs Sienna around her waist. “Come, join us! No need to be afraid!”

Sienna’s hopes go up when she realizes the remaining two members of the group are men. But they quickly cease again after she gives them a closer look.

One of them is tall, but neither fit or good-looking. He is leaning against the chapel’s wall with his hands folded on his chest. Sienna likes to hang out with bad boys, but this one looks like a straight-up asshole. He gives her only one bored look and continues observing the cityscape below them.

The other one almost makes Sienna laugh, but she manages to gather the rest of her courtesy and hold it. For real though, that guy is incredibly short, with a ridiculous afro on his head. His futile attempt to grow some facial hair doesn't make him look any more manly. He looks like he desperately wants to be in another place.

With her friends around, Sienna would normally laugh at people like Whisper or the short guy. Now she realizes it’s not the best thing to do. She feels a bit insecure since she’s used to being surrounded by people as popular and beautiful as her. Now she has a company of three rather peculiar people.

She can still turn around and return to the party. But once again, her curiosity wins.

Then, the tall guy finally speaks with a rough, gruff voice. “Alright, ladies and… you,” he makes a gesture at the short guy. “I suppose we’re all here because we met the same weird dude with dreadlocks.”

“That’s uncle Wiccan!” Whisper bursts out. “No need to be afraid of him. He’s great!”

The tall man looks at her and raises his eyebrows. “Unbelievable. I would never guess you two are related somehow.”

Whisper scowls at his sarcasm, but remains silent.

“Does anyone know what does he want from us?” Sienna dares to ask. “Did he also talk about some kind of job offer when he spoke to you?”

“Y...yes, he did,” the short guy speaks timidly. “He promised me… a house.”

He seems to be intimidated by the tall guy; he’s constantly glancing at him, like he was expecting him to hurt him somehow. Sienna can see why. They are a textbook example of a bully and his victim.

“Same here,” the tall man utters. “But I wouldn’t be here if it was only up to me,” he gives a grim smile.

After another while of awkward silence, Whisper points at both of the guys. “Hey, you two, Sienna and I need to know your names! Not introducing yourself is rude.”

“Parker,” the tall man replies curtly.

The short one takes several deep breaths before answering. “Gary. Gary… Underwood.”

Another wave of silence is finally interrupted by Wiccan Salisbury finally emerging from inside the abandoned chapel. “Welcome!” he calls with a wide smile on his face. “I knew you would all arrive in the end, even though I had slight doubts with some of you,” he gives a knowing look to Sienna and Parker. “Curiosity is a bitch, right? But I can assure you that you made the right decision.”

“My ass,” Parker utters.

“Uncle Wiccan, hi!” Whisper squeals and rushes to the man, hugging him.

Wiccan laughs. “Wisp, I think it’s not the right time for this.”

The girl scowls and backs off.

Then, the man speaks to the four once again. “I presume my lovely niece told you already - my name is Wiccan Salisbury and in this story, I’m that mentor character which usually gets killed off later. I hope this won’t be the case, though.”

Whisper lets out another ringing laugh. Even Sienna giggles a little. The more she interacts with this strange man, the more she likes him.

“I know it sounds cliché and stuff, but once you enter this chapel, your life will never be the same again,” Wiccan continues in a more serious tone. “This is your last chance to turn around and leave. You will be free to go, without any consequences,” he looks at Parker.

The tall man seriously considers leaving - Sienna can see it in his eyes. But in the end, he stays, just like the remaining trio. Wiccan nods and gestures them into the chapel.

Even though the chapel is abandoned, its interior looks brand new. It’s nothing too opulent, just a few rows of pews, a pulpit in front of them and a detailed statue of crucified Christ above it. However, Whisper still feels the sanctity of this place. She tiptoes, trying not to make any noise which would disturb it.

They all advance in silence. The most prominent sound is the clacking of Sienna’s heels on the floor. Parker shuffles forward, limping heavily. Gary looks around with a gaping mouth.

“Do you know the first rule of videogames?” Wiccan speaks, his voice echoing through the chapel, violating the solemn peace. “When you’re in a church, always check the space behind the altar. There is almost always some kind of secret.” He walks behind the pulpit and grabs something on its backside, probably some kind of secret lever. A clattering sound resonates through the open space.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Parker spits out.

“Hey, watch your language! This is a sacred place!” Whisper scolds him. Parker just gives her an annoyed look which the girl endures.

Suddenly, a part of the wall underneath the Jesus statue slides to the side - hidden door. It reveals a shaft with an elevator car - something they would never expect here.

“We used to have a nice, old-school shaft with a cool spiral staircase, but some of the people who worked here before complained about having to walk the stairs every time they went here, so we had to modernize,” Wiccan explains. The elevator is rather large, enough for five or six people. At least its interior, which is made to resemble shiny dark wood, fits the local atmosphere well.

“Come on, step inside,” Wiccan urges them. “I know you’re suspicious and demand answers. I promise you’ll get them as soon as we descend.”

Wiccan hops into the elevator first. Sienna and Parker reluctantly follow her. Gary hesitates, but also steps in. There are no buttons in the elevator, just a wooden lever. Wiccan pulls it. The elevator car closes once again and starts to descend. The space is illuminated by a strip light on the ceiling.

The ride doesn’t last long. The door soon opens again and the group steps into a large, bright room which could be a modern conference room, just more homely. Several more light strips illuminate the room. The most prominent part is a large round white table in the center of the room, surrounded by several comfortable armchairs. Several smaller tables and armchairs are scattered around the room.

Whisper’s bare feet feel the coldness of the linoleum floor. She looks around the room. There are movie posters on the walls which ease the atmosphere. Her attention is dragged by a large bookshelf that occupies a whole half of one of the walls, contrasting with a high-performance desktop computer in the corner of the room.

There is a poster on the wall depicting Wiccan on a yellow background, looking into the camera and flexing his biceps. The letters above him read WICCAN DO IT.

“Kill me,” Parker sighs upon spotting the poster.

Wiccan stands in front of the large table and theatrically spreads his arms. “Welcome to The Society,” he announces. “A law enforcement unit in the matters of inhumans, supernatural occurrences and misuse of advanced or secret technologies. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck?” Parker scowls.

“It may sound ridiculous, but you will soon find out,” Wiccan says, then he takes one of the seats and invites the rest to join. They sit like King Arthur’s knights - that was probably the purpose of this hall. Whisper squirms with barely contained excitement. Gary looks bewildered like always, Parker and Sienna just carefully wait for whatever might come next.

Wiccan casts his eye over the people he brought here. He already knows they are powerful as individuals. But the question remains - are they able to work as a team? Parker can’t be farther from a team player. Sienna’s arrogance could make her feel superior to others, which is wrong in a team. Gary has the opposite problem - his pathological timidness. And Wiccan already knows how whimsical can Whisper be.

This may be tough, but I believe the circumstances will make them a team after all.

Just a moment after they take a seat, one of the doors present in the room open and another person enters.

It’s a tall, graceful Afroamerican woman with a lean figure and a playful smile on her lips. Her long, pitch-black hair is tied into a messy top knot and she’s wearing a long, dark purple dress with wide short sleeves. The golden jewelry she’s wearing around her neck and wrists is especially prominent on her dark skin.

“So I see you brought the recruits,” she says with a sweet, smoky voice. “Mind if you introduced us?”

Wiccan smiles. “Okay. Let me introduce you to my beloved wifey, Ophelia Salisbury. Ophelia, meet the new recruits who will, hopefully, carry our legacy in this city. Parker Skellinger, Gary Underwood, Sienna Joy Corwin and Whisper Johanna Archer-Gutenberg.”

“Corwin?” Whisper squeals.

“Archer-Gutenberg?” Sienna shouts.

Ophelia giggles. “Looks like we have Juliet and Juliet here.”

“I think so,” Wiccan grins. “Girls, I know your families don’t get along particularly well, but could you try and leave these skirmishes behind? The less tension, the better.”

“Okay,” Whisper accepts immediately. “I won’t hate anyone just because my dad does.”

Sienna hesitates a bit longer. Her father, James Corwin, told her countless times that Jack Archer, Maria Gutenberg and their children are nothing but a bunch of sneaky opportunists who constantly try to sabotage the effort of the Corwin family.

However, Whisper doesn’t even look like one of them. That petite, barefoot girl with a dreamy smile on her face can never possess a threat to her family’s business. Sienna presumes she’s more like a black sheep of the family and has a leaning towards her uncle instead.

Parker sums it up when he frowns at Whisper and says: “Are you trying to tell me this is a child of Jack Archer, the famous entrepreneur? She looks like that type who hugs trees and doesn’t shave her armpits.”

Whisper returns him the furious gaze, then raises her arms to show Parker smooth, hairless underarms. “My skin sees a razor more often than your skin sees water,” she spits out.

Sienna giggles at both Whisper’s outburst and Parker’s reaction. She decides she likes that girl, no matter who her parents are. This is also the first time I admit that I like a loser, she realizes. She’s shocked about how much did her personality change in just two days.

“I guess they will have to work on their synergy,” Ophelia comments. “Remember when the Team Menhir formed? We became best friends practically overnight. You, me, Kirlian, Tara and Kazuki. We were so young, so unprepared for what was going to happen.

Wiccan kisses her on the cheek. “Yeah, some time passed indeed. But now, we can enjoy our retirement and let these do the dirty job,” he grins.

“This… this is starting to scare me,” Gary yowls.

Parker lets out a contemptuous cackle, but he also radiates nervosity. Just like Sienna who is usually confident about everything she does. The only exception is Whisper whose eyes shine with almost childish curiosity. Is it because of her personality, or because she already knows the mysterious man who brought them here?

“Come on, don’t be afraid!” Ophelia smiles at them with her perfect teeth. “Nobody is going to hurt you… at least not here.” If she expected her remark to ease the atmosphere, she was wrong. Gary looks like bursting into tears any minute now. Parker gives up his fight and lights himself a cigarette. The married couple gives him a look of disagreement, but they remain silent.

“One more thing before we start,” Wiccan says. “The Society’s teams always have five members, and, if you can count right, there are only four of you. That means…”

“You will be joining our team!” Whisper cheers.

“Not at all,” Wiccan puts her down. “The fifth member should be here soon, so in the meantime, why don’t you take a look around? This is going to be your workplace, after all.”

Parker, Sienna and Gary leave their seats rather reluctantly. Whisper literally jumps and starts to zealously scavenge the room. She’s weird indeed, but somewhat lovely, Sienna thinks. Out of her teammates, Whisper gave her the best impression so far. But then, there’s not really much to choose from.

Author’s Note

I wholeheartedly thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and if you did, please leave a comment, send me a message or share and let more people know about this story! You can also consider a small donation at www.paypal.me/lukassladky. Have a great day and stay tuned for the next chapter!

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Bat-Sized

at the request of @midnightrooftops​ here are my headcanons/canon takes on the Bat Clan and their overall height and shape and miscellaneous tidbits related thereto.

Long Post is (Very) Long. I am sorry. I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile.

Bruce: People joke about Brucie all the time but I don’t think they realize just how good of an act Brucie is. Because Bruce Wayne is built like a prize-fighter. 6′2″ (188 cm) broad-shouldered, and just pure muscle. And yet he is widely believed to be the least physically dangerous person in all of Gotham city short of…I’m actually trying to come up with someone the Gotham public believes to be less of a physical threat and drawing a blank. Your average gothamite great-grandmother is more dangerous than Brucie. No one knows how he does it.

Kate: Apparently the tall genes are a Kane thing to go along with the vampire complexions. Kate is 5′11″ (180 cm). She walks around in mini-dresses showing off her arms and thighs. She is ripped, why anyone would ever look at her, even drunk, and think “lets mug this chick” I have no idea. She has a fondness for heels that boost her up into the 6′3″ range. She enjoys intimidating creepy old men.

Barbara: Babs’ adult height, stood on her feet, is 5′7″ (170 cm). She seems fairly unintimidating physique wise until you get a look at her arms. Babs has all the upper-body strength. She can outlast Jason at pull-ups. (And guys have a physical advantage at pull-ups because testosterone builds those muscles. The female body has to work for it.) It is acknowledged that Babs has the best arms in the whole family. She is able to still take to the sky even without having any use of her legs. She was fairly average growing up. Not tall but not short either, no shortage of muscle, as a competitive gymnast and later vigilante, but overall, fairly average for an Olympic level athlete!

Dick: I’m not going to talk about Dick’s butt because there are literally entire blogs devoted to it and I am part of Team Can We Please Stop Objectifying Dick Grayson So Much Thank You. Here’s the thing though, as an adult, Dick stands at 5′10″ (177.5 cm), definitely not short. But for some reason people tend to think of him as short? Which is actually a mix of several things. 1) Dick hangs out with a lot of really tall people. His first girlfriend was 6′5″ (195.6 cm) not counting any added height from her hair. 2) He was frickin’ tiny. Dick Grayson, up until he (finally) got his first major growth spurt at the age of 17 was generally guessed to be at least two years younger than he actually was. It was at its worst in his mid-teens, when most of his friends were at least 6″ taller than him. So a lot of people are just used to thinking of him as short, even though he isn’t anymore. As far as build goes, he’s fairly lean. He bulked up a bit while he was Batman, and hasn’t shed all of it. His current build is between Batman and Pre-Batman. He also has no spine. It’s the only explanation for why he’s still able to do some of the contortions he does. By all rights they should have become impossible for him by the time he was out of his teens. (It’s probably trace electrum from the tooth the Court marked.)

Cassandra: Is petite, though entirely made up of scar tissue and muscle. There was about a year where she, Tim, and Steph were all 5′5″ and they had fun with it, though unlike the other two she never got any taller. Literally every inch of her is muscle. She’s compact and tough as nails. Despite that, she’s on the slender side. Pound for pound she is easily the strongest member of the family. Is the only one who has biceps that could honestly give Babs a run for her money. What she’s really built for is speed and her reaction times are off the charts. Partly because she knows what you are going to do before you do.

Jason: See, here is the thing. Jason was always going to be tall and strongly built, that was never in doubt. He was predicted to grow up to be around Dick’s height and a little bulkier back when he first lived with Bruce. And then he got dunked in a Lazarus Pit which had the effect of removing the damage done by a childhood’s worth of malnutrition, trauma, and poor health. All of which is to say, by the time Jason is done growing he is a freaking tank. He will forever resent Bruce for the one inch the man has on him (Jason is 6′1″/185.5 cm) but he easily comes to match Bruce in sheer size. He enjoys taking advantage of his height and weight…well, advantage to torment his brothers. Dick doesn’t really care, its actually just about the only topic he can’t get Dick riled up on, and Tim just gives him a wearily resigned look whenever he starts looming. Damian stabs him when he picks him up to walk off with but it was totally worth it. Jason is a bruiser and a brawler and is built like the last guy you would want to run into in a dark alley. (Thighs and pecs are what get whistled at for Jason.)

Stephanie: Despite Damian’s insults and insinuations, Steph isn’t fat. She has a sturdy build and isn’t necessarily what you would call thin, but given that she grew up in Crime Alley, that is a point of pride as much as anything. She’s a bit top-heavy, the struggle to find clothes that fit both the boobs and the hips is so very real. So real. She stops growing when she’s still in her mid-teens, ending at 5′6″. She has fantastic core strength. Post-pregnancy, her hips have a tendency to go a little wonky on her, but it isn’t usually an issue. She’s very proud of her abs.

Tim: Tim somehow manages to give off the air of being either a scrawny little dweeb or a slim, trim, aristocrat, depending on the circumstances. It is a lie. Beneath the baggy hoodies and tailored jackets he’s lightly built, yes, but the boy’s got some muscle on him. He’s self-conscious because, comparatively speaking, his physique isn’t that impressive. He only thinks that because he’s comparing himself to Bruce, Cass, Jason, and Dick. By normal, not-obsessive-vigilante human standards he’s very impressive. Height-wise…He was always just slightly on the small side but he maintained a pretty steady growth rate up until he just…stopped growing. No growth spurts to save him, he reached 5′8″ (172.5 cm) a couple of months after his nineteenth birthday and just stayed there. That leaves him, once he’s done growing, two inches shorter than Dick.

Duke: Matches up to Kate’s 5′11″ with a build not dissimilar to Dick’s, though slightly stockier. Has fantastic shoulders. He likes his height, he’s safely in the middle of the Family, so he doesn’t get dragged into most of the “shorty/giant” hi-jinks. He was also tall and broad enough by the time he joined the Family that he has been able to (mostly) avoid Cross-dressing For Justice™. Was somewhat disappointed to find that his size is not enough to always protect him from being picked up/tossed around. Dick and Jason have both done so at least once.

Damian: Dami is a midget okay. He’s almost as small as Dick was at his age, just a slight bit stockier. (Dick was scrawny on top of being a shrimp) Damian weighs a lot though. He’s a solid little bundle of rage and muscle. The thing is, he won’t stay small for long. He’s going to hit fifteen in a couple of years and then shoot up like a rocket. By the time all is said and done Damian Wayne will stand 6′4″ (193 cm) and he will love it. He won’t ever be as bulky as his father or Jason, taking more after his mother in that respect. He is the tallest member of the family and never lets Tim or Jason forget it. Everyone still calls him things like “Baby Bat” and “Lil’ D”.

Alfred: Stands an even 6′ (183 cm) and, like most of the family, is deceptively muscled underneath his suit jackets.

To close out, a list from shortest to tallest, final adult height.

Cass - Stephanie - Tim - Barbara - Dick - Kate & Duke - Alfred - Jason - Bruce - Damian

Has been edited to correct my mix-up between Cass and Steph. Never try and transcribe your notes into coherent headcanon posts when sleep-deprived, kids.

[travisstollmyheart-blog]

the great annoyance of [first name] [last name], or how to annoy a girl into dating you

Chapter One

     “Well, well, if it is my favorite daughter of Hebe,” purrs a familiar voice in your ear. Hairs on the back of your neck stand up in response to the haunting message. Your mind begins racing at a million thoughts a nanosecond, and your palms grow sweaty. You could feel your very bones aching at you to flee, to scream and race away.

    You were positive something worse than any monster you could imagine was behind you. No, behind you was the form of a tall figure, with a sickening smirk and a voice that made you fearful for what was to come. Behind you was Ultimate Public Enemy #1:

    Travis Stoll himself.

    You grit your teeth, and prepare yourself to deal with the boy who would surely not leave you alone until he got a reaction that satisfied him. Your grip on your dinner tray grew tighter, your knuckles turning white under the stress forced on them. You don’t turn around and pray that he’ll leave you alone while you finish getting your dinner with your cabin.

    “Hey, shortstack, I’m talking to you,” taunts Travis, his deep voice vibrating and causing your hair to blow with it, as he was too close for comfort.

    You breathe deeply, close your eyes and pray. Dear gods above, if you are watching me, please give me the strength to not slap this hoe. Only after you feel an insistent tapping on your shoulder, digging deeper and deeper until it could not be ignored, you turn around.

    Your eyes start down at his feet, travel up his long legs, and his swim trunks, along with his camp t-shirt, and finally reach his face. Travis towers over you rather easily, as you were only 5’2” and he was, annoyingly, 6’5”. You honest to the fucking gods didn’t know how it didn’t make it easier to catch the little bitch when he was stealing, but that could just be you.

    “Travis Stoll,” you say in the same tone someone saying the f-word. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”

    “Aww, look. The teen mom finally answers Camp Half Blood’s knight in shining armor,” coos Travis. He bends down so that you’re the same height and gazes into your eyes. You didn’t like the gleam in his eyes -- you never did.

    “I’m not a fucking teen mom, asshole,” you snap.

    “Woah, woah! Watch your language, shortstack. There are kids around. But ‘salright. Mary didn’t know she was a teen mom either and then boom! Next thing you know, there was baby Jesus in the manger.”

    Your fists were physically aching to not attack his face.

    You always thought it was such a shame that Travis Stoll acted the way he did -- you had an appreciation for beautiful men as much as the next girl, and you will admit he fit the category of heart-breaking, flustered-when-you-speak-to-them men. He looked almost like Michelangelo’s David, like a grown up Peter Pan. He was absolutely beautiful, from his supermodel physique (you grudgingly admit he’s the perfect toned mixture -- not too muscular, but definitely not lacking) to his curly brown hair and big eyes. His masculine jawline and cheekbones so sharp they were carved by Adonis himself.

    And then he opened his mouth, or breathed.

    And every girl’s pussy within a 10 mile radius went strangely dry without knowing why, unless they could hear the shit that comes out of his mouth personally.

    “Is there a reason to this torment, or are you just talking out of your ass to annoy me and everyone around you?”

    “M’yep,” he says, grinning at you but not indicating which part he was responding to. You snort and turn around, grabbing your tray which you sat down on the railing and made your way to catch up with your siblings.

    Strangely enough, you heard a pair of feet follow you, and a unusually large shadow blanketing yours in the sunset’s light. You do your best to ignore it and scrape the best parts of your food into the fire. “For the gods,” you say absently, out of routine.

    Even the first day back at camp always felt as if you had never left. The muscle memory that came from doing the actions for 3 ½ months a year was astounding to you still, despite being a camper for 7 years. You were now 17, and were about to enter your last year of high school. Travis was one year older than you, and had just finished his last year of high school -- meaning it might be his last summer at Camp Half Blood (at least you desperately hope).

    It’d be better if it was his last year of breathing --

    “Hey, [First Name]!” You snap out of your thoughts and turn around to see Travis looming over you. “Jeez, Mary, I’ve called your name like 10 times. What, did you get carried away in thoughts about me?”

    “Shut up,” you exclaim, but you couldn’t hide the way your face got red. You begin walking away as quickly as your little legs could carry you.

    Unfortunately, Travis easily matches your stride.

    “Oh! So you were thinking about me! What was it, huh? Me rescuing you? Or was it dirty thoughts? My, my, I never knew you were so shameless! Mary, I might need to rethink your nickname.”

    “Shut up, Travis,” you emphasize your point by slamming your tray down on your cabin’s table. Your drink sloshes over the side and Coca Cola drips onto your pointer finger that was holding the cup on one side. “Go annoy someone else.”

    “But,” he purrs. You look up at him and he grabs your hand. You could feel his warm skin against your sticky fingers. He cups your hand in his much, much bigger one and brings it up close to his mouth. You could feel his breath against your fingers, and goosebumps pop up all along your arm. You gasp and look up at his face.

    There was something so sultry about the son of Hermes’ face. His plump lips lined in a haunting smile that you despise, his eyes hooded, his unfairly long eyelashes brushing the tops of his cheeks as he blinks down at you. And slowly, you’re captive as you watch his bring one of your fingers -- the pointer finger, the one doused in Coke -- to his lips and slowly sucks it inside his mouth. It was so erotic, watching the tip of his tongue trace the underside of your finger, not leaving a single centimeter untouched.

    When it pops out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva, only then do you make a choked noise. “But,” he repeats, “I like annoying you best, Mary.”

Yeah, Travis definitely wins this round.

    Since when the hell did he get so good at this kind of approach? Where the fuck are the jokes about putting landmines on the wrong hill? You desperately search for an answer, a witty response to give him, but couldn’t find anything. It was then you realized how quiet the dining hall had gotten. You look around and see everyone staring at Travis and you in shock.

    They all just watched that happen! You scream internally, and think up of 20 ways to kill yourself on the spot. Oh, mother, if you just watched that I promise I am so, so innocent and I will douse myself in holy water tonight.

    “Hey, move along people!” comes Travis’s indignant voice, sounding like someone who just got accused of a crime they didn’t commit. Or someone who was good at acting like they didn’t commit a crime they did. “Since when can’t a man flirt without everyone watching?”

    “Flirt?” you gasp. Your face was surely the color of Silena Beauregard’s infamous red swimsuit she once wore. Bright, bright scarlet. You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed, turned on, embarrassed about being turned on, or if you wanted to kill him. Or a mixture of all the options.

    “Gotta blast,” says Travis and calmly walks away. You gape after him before your sibling, Paula, laughs and causes you to regain composure. (Or what you had left of it).

--

    Later on that night, in the Hermes cabin, two boys, both alike in curly hair and sparkling eyes and quick fingers, lay in top bunks on different beds close to each other.

    Connor, on the left, is staring at Travis as he absently throws a hacky sack up and down in the air.

    “Dude,” Connor says. “You aren’t gonna say anything?”

    “About what?” asks Travis, furrowing his brow in confusion.

    “About what happened with [First Name] in the dining hall, dude.”

    “Oh.”

    “Oh?”

    “Yeah. What about it?”

    “What do you mean ‘what about it?’ You completely lost it.”

    “I did not. I made quite a smooth transition from everybody’s staring.”

    “I’m not talking about that, Travis. I’m talking about how you’re in love with [First Name]. Like, you might as well fucking scream it to the whole world at this point.”

    “Really?” Travis said excitedly, sitting up. “Should I?”

    A chorus of “Please, no,” and “Fuck no,” come around the two brothers from the entire cabin. Connor winces.

    “Does that mean we’re pranking the Hebe cabin for sure this year?”

    “Oh, definitely.”

    Something about Travis’s grin, if you asked Connor, was lovestruck.

    (Travis would totally deny this, later.)

[sebbenzakaryah92]

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[junker-town]

What if NBA teams got to add one Disney character to their roster?

We drafted a Disney character for each NBA team in the bubble.

The NBA is officially in the bubble on Disney World propery, getting ready for the return of the league on July 30th. In honor of this rare situation and the option of teams adding replacement players, we decided to take time to have some fun and see what it would be like if NBA teams could draft a Disney character for their team to use on the court. This is serious stuff!

The draft order was randomly selected and the only rule was that teams must choose an original Disney character, not franchise characters from Star Wars or Marvel. So we gathered our NBA writers that have respective teams in the bubble together and held a Disney character draft.

Here are the very important results:

1. Milwaukee Bucks - Robin Hood

Not only can he serve as a primary floor general, controlling his on-court compatriots with leadership skills sharpened on commanding a forest of misfits to upend the ruling class. He’ll run point, and there won’t be any questions about his ability to nail shots from deep, whether he’s slinking around picks like he’s climbing trees in a forest or just pulling up from the halfcourt logo before defenses know what hit him. Should Eric Bledsoe falter at all in the postseason, Bud has a tried and true replacement for him. I’d even venture to guess Hood may get the call sooner rather than later in the starting lineup.

- Adam Paris, BrewHoop (Read the full breakdown here)

2. Houston Rockets - Jiminy Cricket

If you thought the Rockets were small before, wait till you get a look at their newest addition. Doubling down on #PocketRockets, Houston not only added the smallest player in the draft but also one of the most dynamic. Crickets can jump over 50 times their body length, making them one of the animals kingdom’s most prolific leapers. The lob game that left James Harden when Clint Capela was traded just might return with this draft pick.

In addition, Jiminy has one of the highest basketball IQs in this draft class. Being that he’s actually just the embodiment of a conscience, he always knows the right decision to make on the court.

- Darren Yuvan, The Dream Shake (Read the full breakdown here)

3. New Orleans Pelicans - Simba

While Jrue Holiday, Derrick Favors and JJ Redick are a nice collection of veterans, none have an NBA championship ring sitting at home. In addition, the upcoming slate of contests will present an unprecedented challenge. There will be no crowds to create much needed momentum for players. The basketball courts at ESPN’s Wide World of Sports Complex will be unfamiliar terrain. And as we’ve learned in recent days, the Pelicans will be without at least two key figures (Jeff Bzdelik and Jamelle McMillan) on Alvin Gentry’s coaching staff.

- Oleh Kosel, The Bird Writes (Read the full breakdown here)

4. Utah Jazz - Maui

Maui? Are you kidding me? A shapeshifter fell this far? The Utah Jazz select Maui, Demi-God of the Wind and Sea, Hero of Men, and stretch four of Quin Snyder’s dreams.

Need someone to guard the perimeter? Boom. Shapeshift. Need switch onto a wing? Boom. Shapeshift. Need someone to take over in the paint? Boom. Shapeshift. AGAIN. This guy is the total package and sure to be a hit knowing Utah’s connection with the Polynesian islands.

- Mychal Lowman, SLC Dunk (Read the full breakdown here)

5. Miami Heat - The Beast

His enormous ultra-athletic frame alone would be an intimidating presence in the paint, freeing up the Heat’s shooters on one end of the floor while also racking up blocks and rebounds on the other side. Whether he’s paired alongside Bam Adebayo to form a truly fearsome duo or in relief off the bench to boost the second unit, it’s a good problem to have for Erik Spoelstra and his coaching staff to see where he best fits before the games start up.

- Surya Fernandez, Hot Hot Hoops (Read the full breakdown here)

6. Washington Wizards - Mickey Mouse

This team is in desperate need of a sorcerer heading into Florida as the “cupcake” team of the field — Who else can be better than the OG of OG’s? Mickey by himself is a jack of all trades, like Bradley Beal is as a guard for Washington. Mickey can do everything on the court pretty well against smaller players. But I get it. He’s a mouse. That’s when his sorcerer hat (from Fantasia) comes in. Here, he can magically help his teammates in the post in the form of giving them a skill boost, or maybe he can magically grow himself!

- Albert Lee, Bullets Forever (Read the full breakdown here)

7. Los Angeles Lakers - The Genie

Genie is the perfect pick for the Lakers at No. 4, because he is one of the most versatile players in this draft. With the ability to change size at will and stretch and teleport himself all over the court, Genie is exactly the type of versatile contributor that will allow the Lakers to make up for any loss with his ability to play any position. Honestly, given the scope of his powers and abilities, the Lakers may have just created an unstoppable big three.

- Harrison Faigen, Silver Screen & Roll (Read the full breakdown here)

8. Sacramento Kings - Hercules

Upon arrival, Hercules is expected to start alongside De’Aaron Fox, Bogdan Bogdanovic, Harrison Barnes and Richaun Holmes. Standing at 6’5”, Hercules, or “Herc,” is probably better suited to play the 1 or 2, but he has the strength to play the 3, 4 or 5, similar to Zion Williamson.

In addition to Hercules, the Kings are working to bring Hercules’ personal trainer Philocetes, or “Phil,” onto their training staff, according to a league source. Hercules credits Phil for all of his success to date, and the Kings could always use a player development coach.

- Christian Rivas, Sactown Royalty (Read the full breakdown here)

9. Phoenix Suns - Tarzan

The strategy was simple: we needed to replace the services of Kelly Oubre, Jr.

He’s quick. He’s agile. He has a killer wingspan. He adds toughness and a mean streak to the Suns roster. He’s high-flying and strong as hell. He hangs out with apes, so you know he and the Suns Gorilla would get along splendidly. Tarzan is made for the NBA. He is a steal at #9.

- John Voita, Bright Side of the Sun (Read the full breakdown here)

10. Brooklyn Nets - Moana

Yeah, the Nets need help. Lots of help. Especially when it comes to bigs. Soooo, I went and drafted the Nets the biggest Disney character I could: Moana. The biggest, you say? Yeah, the biggest. According to Google, Moana measures at 7-feet, 6-inches tall. Say it again. 7-feet, 6-inches tall. And, with speed.

- Tom Lorezno, Nets Daily (Read the full breakdown here)

11. OKC Thunder - James P. Sullivan (Sully)

James P. Sullivan would be the perfect addition to an already-stacked Oklahoma City Thunder team because the man is scary with a sweet soul that could light up any defense. Also, watching him throw alley-oops would be fun to watch.

Sullivan is also 7’6, which in NBA terms is huge to have on a team. He could block a lot of baskets and throw the basketball down the court with ease and could easily score on everyone without much effort.

Sullivan would fit perfectly in with the Thunder because he has a laid-back attitude and I could definitely see Steven Adams and him being best of friends and scaring other teammates with each other.

- Sarah Dewberry, Welcome To Loud City (Read the full breakdown here)

12. Orlando Magic - Peter Pan

As the proven leader of the Lost Boys, Peter Pan also gives the Magic’s young core some valuable leadership they’ll need while transforming into a contending team. And just think of what some of Peter’s Pixie Dust could do for the Magic’s crucial but plodding players like Nikola Vucevic and Evan Fournier.

- Mike Cali, Orlando Pinstriped Post (Read the full breakdown here)

13. San Antonio Spurs - EVE (a.k.a. Eva)

What Disney character better to represent Pop’s crew than EVE, the Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator that wins the heart of the titular WAL-E?

EVE goes about her business with a calm, seemingly detached efficiency that belied the passion inside, but when the moment was big enough, was able to cut loose. EVE wreaked havoc on an abandoned shipyard in her frustration. EVE rebuilt WAL-E and sparked him back to life.

- Pounding The Rock

14. Toronto Raptors - Alice (Alice in Wonderland)

The on court stuff is obvious. Girl has magic mushrooms, given to her by her chain smoking caterpillar bud, that help her grow quite tall, which seems useful for basketball to me. With Marc Gasol deep in the throws of his mid-thirties and Chris Boucher being more of an erratic four than a steady back-up five, post-shrooms Alice fits as a rim protecting reserve who can give you 10 minutes, even while rocking dress flats. A 2019 Sixers team with such a reliable back-up may have beaten the Raptors in round two.

- Sean Woodley, Raptors HQ (Read the full breakdown here)

15. Los Angeles Clippers - Elastigirl

Elastigirl truly has no ego and is exactly the kind of hero who can easily slot in with an established team. She comes from a family of superheroes, so she is used to working together instead of going rogue. Elastigirl is willing to let others shine, which she does with Mr. Incredible, but she also has the capacity to take a leading role, like when she battles the Screenslaver. She has an acute understanding of how best to optimize the talents of others and bring our their peak performances, which Violet would surely attest to. A player who is comfortable sitting on the bench but always stays ready — after literally years of inaction, in one instance — is a crucial piece of a championship team.

- Sabreena Merchant, Clips Nation (Read the full breakdown here)

16. Denver Nuggets- Mr. Incredible

Mr. Incredible may have some selfish tendencies at times, but he’s at his best when he’s working within a team concept. Nikola Jokic is the brains behind the operation while Jamal Murray is often the tip of the spear. Sometimes you need a hammer though, and that’s what Mr. Incredible provides the rotation: brute force power and athleticism.

- Ryan Blackburn, Denver Stiffs (Read the full breakdown here)

17. Portland Trailblazers - Mufasa

Mufasa is clearly the most NBA-ready character in this draft class. We anticipate he’ll be able to lift teammates to new heights with his fantastic physique and off-the-charts leadership skills. Once he gets his footing, he’ll be a fantastic voice in the locker room. We suspect he dropped so low because he’s a bit shaky running the break and makes questionable decisions in traffic, but with help from the coaching staff, he should develop those skills as his career progresses. At the end of the day, we feel quite confident that we got the steal of the draft.

- Dave Deckard, Blazer’s Edge (Read the full breakdown here)

18. Memphis Grizzlies - Elsa

On the floor, Elsa ices out everything around her. She can be a lockdown defender, freezing ball handlers (literally) while creating opportunities in transition for a Grizzlies team that wants to run. As a help defender, she can assist players like Jonas Valanciunas who may struggle with stretch fives by not allowing those bigs to get to their spots on the pick and pop. She has ice in her veins and will not allow for any proverbial storm raging around the Grizzlies to impact them.

- Joe Mullinax, Grizzly Bear Blues (Read the full breakdown here)

19. Philadelphia 76ers - Air Bud

he Philadelphia 76ers go a bit unconventional here selecting a dog who can not talk, does not have superpowers, and is not an animation, like the other players selected in this draft. However, Air Bud has one thing that I’ve yet to see from any other prospect: game film.

A golden retriever with two-way ability, Air Bud gives Philly a wing who can hound opposing ball-handlers on defense and provide some much needed energy on the offensive end. He also figures to serve as quite a fine complement to Ben Simmons in the transition game.

- Kevin F. Love, Liberty Ballers (Read the full breakdown here)

20. Boston Celtics - Yen Sid

Remember in the movie Fantasia? Mickey is a sorcerer’s apprentice and gets into all kinds of hijinks when he borrows the wizard’s magic hat? Yen Sid is the wizard. So why him and not some more popular figure? Well, like any good drafter I did my research.

There are few Disney characters out there with the magical powers of this wizard. In fact, based on a thorough internet search of about 5 minutes, I concluded that Yen Sid is right up there with the Genie and Maleficent as the most powerful characters in the Disney cannon.

- Jeff Clark, Celtics Blog (Read the full breakdown here)

21. Dallas Mavericks - Kronk

That’s right, Kronk, from the criminally underrated film, the Emperor’s New Groove.

Why Kronk you ask? Well, for one, the Mavericks could use some size. With Willie Cauley-Stein opting out of Orlando for personal reasons, Dallas has a thin front court. Though he should be considered an emergency option in Orlando, Dallas needs a banger, a guy who will play hard and do the dirty work and not need recognition and the spotlight.

- Kirk Henderson, Mavs Moneyball (Read the full breakdown here)

22. Indiana Pacers - Trusty (Lady and the Tramp)

Though he may be getting up there in years and doesn’t boast superhuman strength like Hercules, the dead-eye shooting of Robin Hood, or Maui’s thicc frame, Trusty arguably best reflects the three —admittedly, somewhat corny — tenets of Indiana’s culture: toughness, togetherness, and...wait for it..trust. I mean, c’mon, it’s right there in his name.

- Cailtin Cooper, Indy Cornrows (Read the full breakdown here)

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Stetson Labs- Chapter 1 A Girl With No Name And A Tail

A/N: If you have read the previous “Chapter 1″ Releases, begin reading BELOW the line. If you are wondering what keeps happening to me and why I have been ducking in and out of writing, visit my page and read my post. Feel free to comment and give feed back.

WARNINGS: Mild Language

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any supernatural characters, I only have the OC “Winter”.

It still haunts me. The smell, the touch. I'll never be able to forget it. It's sad really, that I cannot move past it all. How can I? Every time I look in the mirror, I see a monster created at the hands of a devil. These...'improvements' as he called them, are always here to remind me that I should be dead. I guess I'll start at the beginning. I ran. Harder than I’ve ever ran before. My sensitive ears were on fire with the amount of noise that was happening around me. Screaming, gunshots, the sound of blood and bodies hitting the ground. I covered my delicate ears. This was too much. Someone, or something, was massacring the people here.

Strangely enough, that was okay with me. The people here were horrible, soulless monsters that mutilated and mutated me. I only worried for my own life, to hell with theirs. My bare feet became sore from slapping the concrete, I knew I couldn’t run much further. I kept checking door after door, praying to whatever god there is that there is one that is unlocked. And one of them finally answered. The final door on my left was unlocked, it was a simple storage room, but to me it was a small sanctuary. I closed the door quietly and let my back hit the wall. Sliding down, I curled myself into a ball, holding my knees and curling my tail around my feet. Not once did I take my eyes of the little slit of light from the bottom of my door. A distant thumping was growing louder, it sounded like a pair of booted feet. I squeezed my legs closer and waited listening. With my heightened hearing, I would be able to pick the best moment to spring from my small room and start to run again. The thumping was louder, it must be only a few doors down now.

“Damnit! Lost it.” A gruff voice said. There was a faint beeping, a cell phone? “Sammy, come down the hall, I lost one of them and need your help, too many doors to check alone” He paused for a bit then seemed to hang up. He started with the door on the right, across from mine. I uncurled myself and readied for running. I watched as a shadow interrupted the line of light under the door, and flicked my ears to listen to the door knob turn. Once I heard the faint click of the latch releasing from the doorframe, I ran full force into the door, knocking it open and into the person attempting to open it. I got a glance at the man I was running from. He was tall, bigger than the men in masks were and had short hair. That’s all I could make out before I took off down the hall, heading back in the direction from which I came. I looked over my shoulder to see if the man was following, he was, but at a great distance. I grinned, I can outrun him easily.   But looking back was a mistake. I ran into what felt like a brick wall and fell flat on my ass. I landed on my tail wrong and let out a shout. When I looked up, I saw an even taller man in front of me. He had longer, brown hair.

“Oh thank God, took you long enough!” the shorter man said, out of breath and finally caught up. Damn. I was cornered.

“Hey, you’re alright, we won’t hurt you.” The taller man said, stooping down to my eye level. I laid my ears back and showed my teeth, a common action I made when threatened. I let out a low growl, like my instincts had taught me. The taller man stepped back and put his hands up as a gesture of surrender. I never broke eye contact with the taller man standing in my way. I was waiting. “Take it easy, we aren’t going to do anything to you.” The smaller one said now that he finally caught his breath.

“Dean, what should we do? We knew they were doing experiments, but we didn’t know they were doing them on kids.” He broke eye contact with me to look at the other man called Dean. That’s the moment I broke into a sprint once again. “DAMNIT!” one of them shouted. They gave chase. “Cas! We could use your help here!” Dean shouted. There was a faint flapping sound, and my wrist was taken hold of. I was whipped around and was facing my restraint, a man in a tan coat with brown hair, and a tie. He looked confused, but continued to hold onto me. I fought with tooth and nail, but the man didn’t react. I laid my ears back again and growled, but the grip on my wrist didn’t change. “Thanks Cas, I don’t think I could handle more running.” Dean said catching up.

“Sure, but what exactly is this? It looks like a partially transformed werewolf, but I sense that it is indeed human.” Cas said, looking at me with curious eyes.

“We think she is one of the experiments here.” The tall man said.

“Yeah, Sam did his research, the people here used this place as a lab to mess with the genetic make-up of things, we just didn’t know that they had moved onto human trails already.”  

While they were so leisurely chatting, I was attacking the man holding me. I bit, clawed, and hit everything I could reach, but he was unfazed. Tears began to sting my eyes, I was scared. I didn’t want to go back to the room, I didn’t want these men to take me to wherever they were going to. I wanted to go back to the storage room and sit in the dark. I wanted to get away. The tears began streaming from my eyes and I couldn’t help but sob as I became tired and weakly punched the man’s hand. Sam finally took notice, “What should we do with here, she obviously won’t come quietly.”

“I can make her unconscious for now.” Cas said looking at me. I was throwing too much of a fit to notice.

“That seems to be the best option.” Dean agreed. Cas’ hand enveloped my forehead, and things faded to black.

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Everything was hazy. My head felt heavy, and my eyelids even heavier. I tried to take a deep breath but it felt like cinder blocks were on my chest. I heard muffled speaking, the voices were vaguely familiar. Attempting to move proved pointless. It was like my brain wasn’t properly connected to my nerves, nothing was responding.

Finally the talking stopped and a hand grasped my head. All of the haze and weight was gone and I gasped for air as my eyes shot open. I was on a couch. I tried to sit up, But the man has yet to let go of my head. “Cas, she’s fine. Let her up” Sam said. The man called Cas hesitated, but let me go. I sat up and curled into a ball, eyeing the three tall men around me. One, who I think was called Dean, had his arms crossed, looking at me like I killed his dog. The taller man, Sam, was next to him, leaning on the table and smiling slightly at me. I didn’t like that much. Finally the man who let me go was Cas. He was standing beside the couch, scowling.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, still smiling. I looked down and didn’t answer. Even if I remembered my name, I wouldn’t tell any of them. “Hey, we saved your ass back there, so if I were you, I’d answer the damn question.” Dean took a step closer, arms still crossed. The hostility in his voice made me growl and tighten my tail round my feet. Cas visibly braced, read to take me down if needed. “Dean, Cas. Calm down. This isn’t the way to approach her. We don’t know what she has been through.”

“Yeah, and we don’t know whose side she’s on either Sammy. For all we know, she is part of the plan.” Dean turned to argue.

“I believe Sam is right. I sense nothing-” before Cas could finish the sentence, I sprang off of my cushy cell and tried to run for a door, any door. Cas was faster, he grabbed the back of my shirt and tossed my down to the floor, causing my dog tags to fall around my neck and out of my shirt. “No, Sit. Stay.”

“Wait what’s that?” Dean pointed to my tags. “Maybe it has her name on it? Or some kind of ID at least” Sam took a slow step to me and crouched down to my level on the ground. “Can I see them? I won’t hurt you. We just want to help.” I laid my ears back but complied. I didn’t truly feel like I was in any danger. Sam took my tag and flipped it over so he could read it.

“W-1-N-7-3-R” he read to the others. “That’s it? Well that wasn’t much help.” Dean said, throwing his hands up.

“What if we call her Winter?” Cas piped in.

“What? The hell did that come from?” Dean questioned.

“Her tag number. Looks like the word Winter.”

“Wait it does!” Sam said with excitement.

“Fine, whatever. Winter it is then. Now, Winter, can you even talk?”

I continued my wall of silence. It’s not that I couldn’t speak, I just saw no point in it. I didn’t trust them yet, so why release any information? What if I get away but they somehow find me again because of something I accidentally gave them? Who knows what abilities the man in the trench coat had? It was my safety blanket. I turned away from Dean and Sam and fixed my hazel eyes onto the ceiling. What could they do? I’ve been through it all.

“Okay, maybe she can’t? But she seems to understand us well, maybe thats enough.” Sam tried to suggest.

“This is stupid.” Dean huffed and walked away, “You wanted to take her home Sammy, she is your puppy now.” Dean walked into another room. Sam glared in his direction and smiled back at me.

“I really wont hurt you. Are you hungry? How about some food or water?” I didn’t admit to anything but when he mentioned food my stomach ratted me out by letting a long growl escape. I blushed and bit my lip. Sam smirked and walked away to the same room that Dean walked into. I remained on the ground but I sat up. Cas nodded awkwardly at me when I made eye contact with him. “I’m just gonna.... Go check on them.” He disappeared before my eyes. I blinked but it didn’t seem to be an illusion, he really was gone. Glancing at my surroundings, I noticed books lined the walls. I perked up a bit. I loved books. Maybe these people would let me read some if I acted nicely. Thats how it was back in the White Room, I was a ‘good little beast’ and they gave me a book to read. Mostly books that were complex and full of words I didn’t understand but I relished the opportunity to actually learn something.

“Oh, do you like to read, Winter?” I was so focused on the shelves that I didn’t notice Sam coming back into the room. He was carrying a plate with a sandwich and a glass of water. “Well you are welcome to read anytime. Here, I made something for you.” He smiled and set the food down on a long wooden table in the center of the room. I didn’t move. I was hungry, but I still was unsure of everything. Sam must have noticed me being hesitant and he turned away and selected a book from the shelf. He sat at a nearby chair and began to read. I crawled on hands and feet over to the plate. Sniffing the table and chair before sitting down, I pulled the chair out slowly. I didn’t sit, I crouched on the chair. The smell of the fresh food wafted up to my nose and I began to drool. Without any further thought, I wolfed down the food and chugged the water. When the plate was crumb free an my glass dry, I stepped off the chair and began to wonder around. The library seemed to go on forever. I glanced up and say that the shelves nearly hit the ceiling. I grinned, so much to learn. I heard a chuckle and turned my ear to the source of the sound. It was Sam. He was pretending to read and was simply keeping an eye on me. I let my ear relax, I was used to being watched, so it made no difference to me. As I was about to reach for a book, Dean and Cas reentered the room. “Should we really let her read those things? For all we know, she could just be working for them and be trying to get our secrets.” Dean stated bluntly.

“I really don’t think Winter is bad. I don’t sense any ill-will from her.” Cas chimed in.

“Dean, come on. She is a kid. She has a tail and ears that were obviously surgically put onto her body and are now functional. You think she did that willingly? From the documents we found, they kidnapped potential subjects. She is probably just some lost kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Sam’s eyes were soft and reassuring to me. Dean shrugged, “Time will tell I guess” He sauntered off down the hall, “I’m heading to bed.”

“I’m going to go see if I can go get the files from that facility, maybe it will tell us more.” Cas said, and before anyone could breathe another word, he vanished again.

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to go to sleep too huh? It’s been a crazy night for all of us.” Sam got up and walked down the hall, then he stopped and turned, “you coming? I’ll show you your room.” I let my ears perk up. I haven’t slept in a bed for a decade now.

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Hey would you mind doing a extra fluffy gladio x reader or either some ignis x reader~~~ if u do thank you so much. Iggy and gladio are best chocobros~~

Iggy and Gladio are two of my favorite Chocobros (my other two favorites are Noctis and Prompto)  ﾟ･✿ヾ╲(｡◕‿◕｡)╱✿･ﾟ

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Day 0

You grunted, standing on the tips of your babydoll shoes, trying your hardest to get the red spine book. Your pastel pink finger nails barely getting the item, only to gasp, as a large tan hand suddenly reached out plucking the book off for you. Turning as you had to step back to look at the giant man beside you, your book currently in his hand.

“This the one you’re after?”

He was so tall, easily dwarfing you, you hardly came to his shoulder, your small hand reaching to grab the book, as you noticed the large fingers took over much of the book.  “Thank you.”

A huge smile played over his face, “So what is that?”

Your eyes lit up, as you beamed, explaining the book excitedly without trying to give away the plot, the tall man following after you as you went to the counter to pay conversating. His arms full of books himself, the two of you paying, still in conversation about your favorite books.

“Too bad that’s the last copy, it sounds interesting.” He chuckled, holding the door open for you, as you exited the bookshop.

You turned to the large man, your eyes fluttering as you reached into your reusable shopping basket, pulling out the red book. “Please barrow it, I’ve read it hundreds of times.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mmhm, just so long as you tell me your name.” You giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Gladiolus, and you?”

You smiled giving your name, a name like Gladiolus seemed to fit him perfectly,

Day 7

Gladiolus groaned, as he ran through the streets of Insomnia, his phone clinched tightly in his hand, he was only 15 minutes late, maybe you were still there! As he skipped through the park, avoiding couples, and vaulting children, he saw you there, sitting on the park bench, a lilac sundress to your knees, a pair of flats on your feet, a large sunhat on your head.

“Y/N, sorry I’m late!” He called, he was running late due to an issue at the Castle with a visiting Princess that just couldn’t seem to understand that Prince Noctis was off the market now.

He watched you stand from the bench, dusting out your dress, before turning to him with a large smile outlined in pink, “You’re fine! Perfectly on time, I was worried I’d be too early.”

Gladiolus beamed, as he motioned toward the walkway, you had both opted for a walk in the park for your first date. The man had actually gotten the nerve to ask you, when he returned the book, having slipped is number between the pages. The man almost suffered a heart attack, when you texted him late that night.

As the two of you moved through the park, Gladiolus looked down to you, you looked so cute, and so small, where you smaller that Iris? His large hand reached out to your small one hanging by your side,  his pointer finger reaching out to your pinky, as he wrapped it around your small finger.

His heart seemed to skip a beat as you turned to him with large eyes, before wrapping your small hand within his own, watching as it engulfed the small manicured hand.

Day 39

You panted heavily, following after the man, you had traded your normal cute fluffy dresses for what you hoped was an adorable one piece knock off park ranger attire, leggings and calf high army boots. Trying to go with the flow of what your boyfriend had picked as your grand date for the evening, since he had the weekend off.

You promised him that you were fine with whatever, but maybe you should have mentioned that hiking up a mountain the size of the castle was a little out of your range. The most exercise you got was from rearranging your mountain of stuff animals at home on your bed.

“You okay?” Gladiolus chuckled, reaching a hand out, as you nodded. “Hurry, I don’t want you to miss the best part.”

You nodded, again, taking his hand, as he begun to pace up the mountain, one of his single strides matched 4 of your own, you both must have looked a sight, going up the mountain side. This tall hunk of a man, being chased after his small fluffy girlfriend.

As you reached the cliff he was leading you both toward, a large boulder overlooking the forest as to which you had currently hiked through. It looked like a landscape painting, yet hundreds of times more beautiful, the colors playing against each other.

“Gladiolus this is beautiful!” You beamed, as he led you over to a large boulder. You watched as he jumped up first, crossing his legs before leaning over, pulling you up before depositing you in his lap.

“I think so too, but it’s perfection with you.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin between your pigtails.

The two of you sat like that until the sunset, and the stars begun to play in the sky.

Day 93

“I mean who else could put up with this guy?” Prompto chuckled playfully to Gladiolus.

Ignis adjusted his dress shirt, as he sat at the restaurant’s table, “She must be quite the excitement if she’s caught your eye so well.”

“Or she’s completely insane.” Noctis cracked, fidgeting with his collar of his dress shirt, sitting beside Prompto.

Gladiolus chuckled, nothing his friends could say would ruin this, he was going to introduce you to his them, no other girl got this honor. So the fact that he sat up this meet and greet at the one of the nicest restaurants in the city, and talked so highly of you, made the others wonder just what kind of woman the big guy fell for.

“She’s gotta be strong and super sassy to deal with you.” Prompto stated, “Or like some kind of model.”

Gladiolus chuckled, as he looked to the private room door, where his group was currently held up, only to smile as the maitre d entered the room, leading you in. You looked so cute, in your navy blue cocktail dress, cute little pearls around your neck, red lipstick on your lips, as you smiled sweetly toward the table, hands clenching at your small clutch.

“Y/n!” Gladiolus called, as he moved over to you, clearing the room quickly, as he leaned down placing a kiss to your cheek taking your clutch. “Nervous?”

You wrapped your arm around the man’s strong arm, that he offered, “A little, what if they don’t like me?”

“I don’t care, I like you.”

You smiled, as the big guy led you over to the table, where everyone was already staring at you as you both drew closer all 3 of them  moved to their feet. You quickly recognized the darker hair man, as the Prince stopping before the table, as you removed one hand from Gladiolus’ bicep, which you currently had a death grip on. Holding out the hem of your skirt and petticoat underneath.

Nodding your head, as bowed, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Prince Noctis.” You called in your soft sweet voice, so at odds with your boyfriend, watching those blue eyes studying you, before a small smile.

“You too.”

A smile on your face, Gladiolus was right, Noctis was actually just any other guy, but with a title. Your eyes turned to the spectacle man, who was almost as tall as your Gladiolus, as he held out his hand.

“Ignis Scientia.” He introduced himself, as he placed a kiss to the back of your hand as you introduce yourself. “We’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

You giggled softly, “I hope it was all pleasant.”  

Gladiolus chuckled as he patted your hand still holding onto his bicep, “That runt over there is Prompto.”

You held out your small manicured hand to the blonde who was staring at you, almost as if you were a Chocobo. “It’s nice to meet you Prompto.” You smile, as he almost on autopilot reached out taking your small hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Here, babe.” Gladiolus called, leading you over to the two empty seats between Ignis and Prompto. The man holding out your chair, as you sat down beside Prompto, almost immediately a menu being placed in your hands by the waiter.

Gladiolus chuckled, as he sat between you and Ignis, the others seemed to really take a shine to you, as your soft voice entered into the conversation. Entertaining Prompto with a giggle every so often, a smile to Ignis as you answered his questions. While Noctis seemed rather happy you treated him like anyone else, and dropped the honors after that one permission.

“It’s just amazing that, the big guy would get someone as awesome as you.” Prompto laughed, seeing the large guy hold your small pink cardigan as you all departed for the evening.

Gladiolus watched as you placed a hand to your red lips giggling softly, “I’m the lucky one.”  

Day 308

“Thank you so much for worrying Ignis.” You smiled, sitting in the man’s office, as he placed a cup of tea before you.

“It’s the least I can do after you came all this way to pick him up.” Ignis smiled.

“It’s like the first time that Iris came.” Noctis stated, laid on the couch opposite of you, supposedly hiding from some event.

“Oh, Gladiolus told me about that, it was so sweet of you to look after her Noctis.”  You giggled before taking a drink of your tea. Ignis was amazing, he always made such amazing food.,

Everyone in the room turning as Gladiolus entered the room, staring in confusion at his girlfriend on the couch conversing with his friends, as if it were some tea party.  “Y/N are you okay?”

You blinked those large eyes, as you approached the man, “I’m sorry, it just started to rain and I knew you left your umbrella at home, so I came to walk you home.”

Gladiolus turned to the others in the room, knowing it was just like the two of them to let you in, and not have you wait outside in the rain. “I’ll be a little longer.”

“Don’t worry about it, Specs and I can keep her entertained.” Noctis stated, as he sat up.

“That is so long as Y/n does not mind.”  Ignis replied.

You gasped, “ I don’t want to impose, I really only came to drop off your umbrella.”

“It would be no trouble at all.” Ignis smiled softly.

Day 401

Gladiolus groaned as he sat on the large ottoman in the center  of the dressing room of the store you and Iris had dragged him in.

“Iris, come out.” You cooed, to the younger sibling.

“Are you sure that this looks good on me?” Iris asked, as she exited the dressing room.

“You look adorable, isn’t that right Gladdy?” You gasped hands clasped to your chest.

Gladiolus gave a thumbs up, since introducing you to his family all those months ago, the young Amicita took a huge shine to you. He was extremely worried that at the dinner table Iris would be upset at having her older brother stolen from her, yet instead found that she adored your fashion style, and the two of you had scheduled an outing for the next day.

Yet Gladiolus just couldn’t seem to understand why you two always seemed to drag him out on your Girl’s Day.

Day 544

“Babe, I said I’m sorry.” Gladiolus tried again, trying to stop his laugh, you looked so cute when you were grumpy.

“You don’t even know why you’re sorry.” You stated, pouting on the further end of the couch, your arms crossed, sinking into the man’s large tank top shirt. It honestly was a knee length gown on you, and hung low..

“I really don’t.” Gladiolus admitted, causing you to pout even further on your side of the couch.

“Change it!”

“Babe,”

“Change it now, Gladdy!”

Gladiolus chuckled, when you got feisty, your voice actually seemed to raise in octaves, making your already sweet voice, only more adorable. Biting his lip to stifle his laughter as you sent a frustrated glare at the man.

“Babe come on.”

You pouted further into your corner, before an idea sparked to mind, as you whimpered softly, “Gladdy, please.”  You whispered, drawing your knees to your chest as you turned large tear filled eyes to the man.

Gladiolus quickly bounced from the couch, as he ran over to his phone, changing the horrid screen saver of you slurping down ramen noodles and winning the large stuff moogle pair for you and Iris, back to the actual cute picture you all took after you didn’t look a mess.

“Better?”

“Much!” You perked up immediately, holding out your arms, allowing the man beyond the cuddle embargo you had put up when you realized the horrid picture he had as his screensaver twenty minutes ago. You couldn’t intimidate like Gladiolus, but you had your ways to get the big guy to do what you wanted.

Day 675

“Carry me.” Gladiolus whined playfully, as he watched you moved back down to the trail to the campsite. He left it all up to you, when you stated that you wanted to lead the way, yet he didn’t complain as he knew where you were, but you unfortunately were lost.

“Gladiolus, I can’t carry you.” You called over your shoulder, you got this, than Gladdy couldn’t say you were just some city girl. You’d prove your handsome boyfriend, even if you died trying!  And at this time it was more than likely going to happen.

“But my feet hurt.” Gladiolus replied.

“Are you imitating me?”

“Maybe…”

“When have I ever said my feet hurt?” You asked, checking the large boulder, did you pass that before?

“I just assume they always do, since all you wear are your heels.”

“I’m wearing boots!” You gasped offend, “We can’t all live off of 5 pairs of shoes Gladdy!”

“And I don’t understand how someone can have over 50 and still buy more.” He chuckled back, this was a conversation you both had frequently.

“I need them! You expect me to wear peep toe booties, with a cocktail navy dress?”

“I didn’t understand any of those words.”

You gave a playful frustrated groan, before looking over your shoulder sticking your tounge out to the man.

“Better put that away before I find some place to put it.” He smirked, as you gasped in mock horror.

“I am a lady, you ruffian! How dare you speak to me in such a tone! I shall give you such a lashing.”

Gladiolus chuckled as he walked over scooping you up over his shoulder, “I can think of something that needs lashings.”

“Gladdy!” You gasp, as a large hand swats your butt before he turned in the opposite direction. “Wait! You let me lead us in the wrong direction on purpose!”

Day 906

“You’re kidding me,”

“I promise I’m not.” You stated, holding the long bow, “My mother made me take lessons for years, I’m a pretty good shot.”

“I believe her!” Prompto cheered, as you called out a thanks to the blonde, it still threw you off that you were older than him and Ignis.

“Shall that bow prove fine for you, Y/N?” Ignis called.

“Yes, thank you.”

“All right, if you hit a bullseye, I’ll go shoe shopping with you, and I’ll take you to that cafe you’ve been dying to go to.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Fine and if I can’t I won’t complain about your ramen addiction for a month, and will stop buying that lemon scent air fresher.”

“How about you stop buying that lemon scented air freshener because it stinks?”

“It smells like lemon cookies!” You protested, refusing to admit it smelled like household cleaner.

Placing the quiver on your back, you turned to the side, lining up your first shot, a perfect bullseyes, yet you really wanted to impress Gladiolus and show off for him and maybe a little to him. Keeping your arm up and body straight, you begun walking, hearing your platforms against the training room floor, as you shot another target, bullseye, than another, and another. Moving back to your first target, as you pulled your final arrow. Releasing it with a hard ‘thwack’ as it launched across the room, sticking to the end of the previous arrow.

“Oh boo!” You pouted, stomping a foot, “That should have went through.”

“That was incredible!” Prompto yelled in disbelief, causing you to jump, clinching the long bow to your chest, eyes widen like a scared deer.

“Remarkable, y/n.” Ignis called, applauding you, as your frighten deer sense disappeared.

“She might be a better shot than you, Prompt.” Noctis chuckled.

You blushed at the praise, maybe sneaking off with Iris to train every so often was paying off. Turning those large eyes to Gladiolus, you hardly got his name out before the man leaned forward cupping your face before pulling you into a kiss.

Day 1131

Gladiolus had been acting strange, and not his normal Gladiolus strange, the big guy had been fidgety and often left the house earlier, and arrived well after you went to bed. It felt as if you hadn’t seen the man in about 4 weeks. Than all of the sudden, he demands you drop all plans for this weekend and meet him at the park.

So here you sat by the large fountain, swinging your legs underneath your almost floor length tea dress meets ballgown,  as you looked around for the large guy, he told you to dress nice, maybe you overdid it?  Only to turn as you heard him calling you from the other side of the park, wearing the jacket you bought him, but it was so hot out.

“Gladdy.” You cheered, as he stood before you, “You look hot.”

Gladiolus chuckled, as he smoothed back his mohawk, “Only for you babe.”

You wanted to pout, but it only became a giggle, than a gasp as he knelt before you, “Gladiolus?”

“What, my shoes untied.” He stated tying his dress shoes.

This time you gave a playful pout, puffing up your cheeks, as you begun playfully swatting at his shoulders, even kneeling he came up to your shoulders. “You jerk!”

Gladiolus caught your playful attack, as he pulled you close, placing a kiss against your puffy cheek, “Have I ever told you that you’re super cute when you’re pouty?”

You stuck your tongue out to the man, as he stood, your arm immediately going into his, as you rested your head against his bicep, “So where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Gladiolus replied, happy that you followed his instructions to put on your fancy clothes, because at this moment he was dying in all the layers he was wearing.

You had to admit, your Gladdy went all out to apologize for his absence in the last few weeks.

And outdoor restaurant, you table sat in the middle of a gazebo in the center of a lake. It was a combination of you and the big guy, romance and atmosphere for you, wild nature for him.  You had all the time to gaze over the area where you just had a full course meal, before your large hunk of a boyfriend excused himself away to the bathroom. Wondering what was taking him so long.

“I hope he didn’t get sick.” You muttered, gasping as you turned hearing someone call your name,seeing a waitress. “Yes?”

“Please follow me, Mr. Amicitia requested your presence.”

You panicked, maybe he was sick, the guy lived off of ramen noodles, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. Following the waitress, across the boardwalk, as she seemed to be leading you further from the restaurant and further down the lake to a large gazebo, covered in white curtains.

“Mr. Amicitia is waiting for you.” The waitress called, as she parted the curtain only enough to allow you in.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim lantern lighting, you almost stumbled over your dress as you noticed Gladiolus center stage, kneeling in a white tuxedo, his hair smooth back from his face, holding a ring box.

“Gladdy,” You cried, stepping forward, hands to your mouth, as you tried stopping the tears, only to feel a few slip as he took your hand in one of his own.

“You are the first and last thing on my mind, everyday.” Gladiolus replied, that boyish smirk on his face that you fell in love with.“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Tears began to fall, your hands shaking as he slipped the small ring on your finger, admiring the band and  gem in the center, that held a small stem of gladiolus. “Gladiolus.”

Gladiolus chuckled, as he scooped you up, placing a kiss to your lips, only to laugh as you flinched in his arms, at the loud popping noises. Your large eyes widen in shock, as everyone came from their hiding places applauding your new union.

“Smile!” Prompto called, as he lifted his trusty camera snapping a picture of the newly engaged couple.

Day 1251

“…Husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

You didn’t even have time to squeak, as you felt Gladiolus dip you rather low, pressing his first kiss to his wife’s lips. Large eyes, and a blushing bride stood before all your family and friends, as you gasped feeling Gladiolus scoop you up in his arms, before quickly sprinting down the alley to your awaiting limo.

“I could have walked, Mr. Amicitia.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to have a little pre-honeymoon fun, Mrs. Amicitia.” Gladiolus chuckled, ducking into the car. “You always look so beautiful, but now.”

“Gladdy,” You cooed, as you cupped his face, “I only dress fancy for you.”

Gladiolus chuckled, as he pulled his small wife into his lap, pressing his lips to your own, pulling back as he whispered against your lips, “This is one of the best days of my life.”

You tilted your head, “One of the best?”

Gladiolus chuckled as he pulled you closer, “Yes, and I would like to make more.”

[wonderlandfanfictions]

Alpha Chi Epsilon Part 1

It was fucking cold and you were fucking tired and you wanted to go hOME. Your new roommate, who promised she was staying for only two drinks before you both could go home, was busy bending over backwards to offer shots to drunk frat guys. Your anxiety levels rose as soon as Amy brought up the party at Alpha Chi Epsilon or whatever the hell the fraternity was called, and standing uncomfortably in the corner watching the chaos was not helping. You scan the room again, hoping by some miracle Amy had remembered her buzzkill roommate and decided to stick to your agreement. No such luck as you saw her pressed up against the wall with her legs around a random guy wearing the red snapback backwards on his head, a classic marker of an ACE frat guy. You’ve just decided to make your way towards the door when a huge drunk football player lets out a giant burp next to you, a burp so big it unsettles even him and he completely collapses on top of you. You bash your head against the floor as the linebacker pins you to the floor. “Oh my god...” you moan, grabbing your head. People surrounding you laugh. “God Jackson you could at least make it to a bed!” Some girl yells at him and everyone laughs. You feel your face heat up as you try to shove this monster of a human off of you. “Good god,” someone huffs, annoyed. You see a hand shove Jackson off of you easily, like he doesn’t weigh at least 250 pounds, and the same hand turns to help you up. You can feel your face is still flushed as you get to your feet again, and you avoid your savior’s eyes until you’re certain you can meet them without crying. When you finally look up, you find yourself looking into the deepest green eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re actually shocked into a stuttering silence. “Watch where you’re going barbie, huh?” The voice sneers at you and walks off, leaving you still speechless. You notice the backwards red hat on his head and chide yourself for ever coming to the party. You’re leaving, right now. 

Outside it was freezing cold, all warmth the sun brought during the day gone. You weren’t used to the cold, especially this early into the fall, and you curse that you only wore a light flannel over your tank instead of an actual jacket. You also curse Amy in your head, and that huge football player Jackson -- I mean come on that huge brute couldn’t fall on someone else?! you think to yourself. You’re so busy angrily coming up with arguments you’d never actually use that you don’t even notice the footsteps following you until a hand grabs your shoulder. “HELP ME!” You immediately scream out into the night, futile because everyone on campus was at the frat party, and try to wrench away from the hand. “Whoa whoa whoa!” The guy yells at you, his hands up defensively. “I’m not trying to hurt you! I was just going to walk you back to your dorm room!” Your head is still spinning from the surprise, and probably the concussion now forming in your brain from your skull smacking the floor, and you don’t know what to say. “You know what? Fuck this man, Harry can walk his own fucking charity cases home I don’t need this.” The guy turns and heads back to the party. You stand there for a few seconds more, still trying to figure out what the hell was happening when you decide that standing on the street in the middle of the night by yourself is probably not the best move and you decide to head towards your dorm.

The next morning it’s apparent by her tone that Amy is pissed. “You don’t just leave someone at a frat party! I could have been molested or roofied or something! God [Y/N] think of others for a change!” You decide to take the passive route and not point out that she promised a 2 drink maximum stay time and instead decided to give a frat guy a complete tonsillectomy, and ask her about Harry. “Ohmigod I forget that you’re new here! Everybody knows Harry, Harry Styles, especially the girls. He’s the president of Alpha Chi Epsilon! And he’s only a junior! He’s so goddamn hot man I mean he’s just...” Amy takes a deep breath and seems to be on the verge of tears. “He’s just indescribable...and v e r y yummy.” Amy turns away from you and continues painting her nails. “I would’ve been one of his girls by now if I weren’t with John all freshmen year....everyone knows Harry’s into freshies.” You’re fairly disgusted by the picture she’s painted by the time she’s done talking...a frat guy, the King frat guy among frat guys, who apparently only hooks up with freshmen, his ‘girls’. You settle back into your bed and try to focus on the book you’re reading for your advanced lit class. It’s just....the person Amy described, a complete and total ass if there ever was one, doesn’t fit the person who sends one of his frat flakes to walk a girl home from a party.

Nearly a week since the party and you’re still trying to puzzle out why Harry, a boozer, player, frat guy would actually do a sensible thing and send someone to walk you home. How did he even know I left the party? You still don’t get it. “[Y/N], this is John. He’s my...ex.” Amy introduces you to a bland-looking guy and you shake your head from thoughts of Harry. “Hi,” you wave at John who is completely ignoring you in favor of admiring Amy’s new push-up bra. You roll your eyes and turn back towards your notebook, ready for the lecture to start. The hall is nearly at capacity with 200 people, most of them grossly hungover from the rager the night before. A few red snapbacks pepper the crowd, all of them sipping coffee and none of them Harry -- who I really truly don’t care about!! you insist to yourself. The professor enters the room, and you’re ready to focus on anything, even multivariable calculus, to get your thoughts off of Harry. Of course, five minutes into the 2 hour lecture the door opens and Harry --- who else? -- saunters in, milking the feeling of all 200 pairs of eyes staring at him. He winks obnoxiously at you, smacking that goddamn gum, as he takes his seat and you feel your face heat up again. You bury your face in your notes and try to avoid anyone’s gaze. “Psst,” Amy whispers so loudly even the professor frowns at her. You try to ignore her. “Psst,” she whispers again, this time more quietly. “What?” you hiss back. “What was that all about?” You swear your ears are on fire. “What are you talking about?” You try, and fail, to play dumb as Amy just shakes her head and laughs.

At the end of class, the professor stands at the door and hands everyone’s midterms back as they walk past her. You have completely sprawled out in your seat, highlighters, pens, leafs of paper scattered across your desk. It takes you so long to get your stuff together, there are only three people left in the room--the professor, you, and....of course. Harry. You resolve to ignore him as you make your way towards the front of the room and brush past him to get your test. “Very nice job Miss [Y/N],” the professor compliments you as she hands you your test. You blush. “Thanks professor.” “Mm smarty pants,” you hear the deep voice behind you and immediately tense up. You nod and make a move to bolt through the door, but the professor stops you. “Actually, quite a fortunate circumstance you both are left here. Mister Harry, you are still struggling quite a bit and I was hoping Miss [Y/N] here would be willing to tutor you.” You feel like the Earth is about to swallow you whole as they both stare at you, the professor about your height and Harry....what is he about 7 feet tall? “Um...yeah sure I mean I’m just a freshman but I’d definitely be willing to help but if you don’t want to I understand I don’t know how helpful I’d be...” Harry quiets your stammering with a smirk. “Chill babe, I’ll see you tonight then.” He takes the paper out of the professor’s hand, does a little salute, and saunters out of the room. You’re dumbstruck as you walk slowly through the empty hall, absently crumpling the exam paper in your hand. What....just...happened? Did I just volunteer to tutor Harry fucking Styles?

[deepwithinmybonesfic]

Deep Within My Bones Ch 7- Vitya

AU. Viktor wins another gold at the Olympics, and attends the Paralympics as another duty as the King of Ice Skating. Having lost his inspiration and heart, Viktor did not expect to find love in what he sees as the perfect man. Yuuri, after losing his legs, lost his chance to compete on the same ice as his idol. When the world seems to fall into place, what else can be taken away from them? Ch 1-6 is Setup, start at Ch. 6 for the cute romance-y and drama

“Yuu-chan, oide!” His mother called from downstairs.

Yuuri had to keep from sighing. He hated going up and down stairs, but he hadn’t had a choice.  Yutopia had been built like that before he was even in the picture.  He had moved home, after all, because Vicchan was having trouble with the stairs.  He just had to deal with the hand he was dealt.

He scooped Vicchan up, the toy poodle snuggling into his sweater and the crook of his arm, holding on. Foolishly, Yuuri had been worried about Vicchan’s reaction the most, back then.  They had changed the living room into his bedroom, at least until his legs healed. Before then,  Yuuri was the one who had went on daily runs with Vicchan, down the coast and onto the sandy beaches that surrounded his home-town.  They had kept at it, even when it felt like daggers were being pushed into  the center of calves, and the bruises spread.  They moved onto the sand, lessening the impact. He had trucked on, blaming it on his over-practicing  so he could make it the last step to the grand prix.

By the time competition came, he didn’t have the energy to walk from the kiss and cry to the ice.

Chemotherapy lasted three weeks before the doctor had brought up The Best Option.

He didn’t think about his mother,  sister, or his dad. But how Vicchan was smart enough to notice that  if there wasn’t any feet to lick awake, then there wasn’t any for a walk.

But Vicchan joined  him in the new room the first night back from the hospital, curling up against his stomach and sticking out his soft pink tongue.  He fell asleep in his new spot. He waited through the days the pain was unbearable, and the swelling kept Yuuri  from walking at all, prosthesis or no.

It was only fair to be there for him  when his legs failed him.  His furry paws squeezing his arms was a comfort. The sway that took over his walk ever since the surgery was a hundred times worse when he navigated stairs.  Secure pockets had become a necessity ever since Yuuri had decided he was strong enough to return to his old room (and the old posters).

Usually Vicchan was content to stay in his arms until he could make it to a couch or some other  escapable raised surface. Today, however, Vicchan perked up, letting out a breathy bark in his arms.

“What are you talking about, Vicchan?” Yuri breathed, still catching his breath from his journey down the stairs. He nearly made it to the genkan before he fell backward, something brown and fuzzy  knocking him down his feet. He felt Vicchan scramble to get a grip on his chest, distracting him from the bruise he felt  forming on his back. Vicchan yipped, his tail wagging excited and whipping Yuri in the face.  The two dogs licked each others faces, before going to lick Yuuri’s, pushing his askew glasses further up off his feet.

“Kaa-san?” Yuuri called out for his mother, confused.

“Yuuri!” She gasped, shuffling out from the genkan.  “He’s here.” She fake-whispered,  hunching over and waving behind her. “Are you okay?” She shooed  Vicchan and the large poodle off of Yuuri, and he was able to sit up before he felt the third prescence.

He looked up, his jaw dropping open just as the suitcase dropped onto the wood floor of the entrance to  Yutopia.

“Hansamu, ne?” She whispered, and Yuuri turned red. Not because his mother and her loose grasp on what words could maybe leap the language barrier… But because it was him.

“Yuuri!” He smiled wide, and his heart fluttered at the heart-shaped brightness in the room. “I remembered  your offer! Japan is beautiful~!”

He felt like he was having a heart attack. What offer?  His mother reached out, offering a hand as he scrambled to his feet. Had he showered last night? Did he sweep? He didn’t remember anything other than skyping with Phichit and watching some stupid videos on youtube. Now he cursed his past self for not looking out for  future Yuuri.

“Ohh, uh, W-welcome!” Yuuri stammered, staring at the perfect figure in front of him. The silver hair, the dark jeans and tan coat that fit him perfectly. He might as well had walked out of a  fashion magazine. Yuuri  shuffled past Viktor and his mother and dragged in the first of what looked like several suitcases further into  the room.

“Yuu-chan, he’s been on a long flight, why don’t you show him to the hot springs while we get him his room?”  Hiroko leaned in close to her son, even though there was no way Viktor spoke Japanese, forget  Kyushu dialect.

“O-okay,” Yuuri  didn’t have the mind to switch  languages, staring  up at  the idol standing in his home. “You must be very tired. I can show you to the hot springs.” Yuuri pulled at the suitcase, but a gloved hand pressed against his. He tried to take the suitcase back, but instead of insisting, he could only look up. Deer in the headlights.

“Actually, Yuuri. I slept the whole way over. I was hoping to see you skate.” Viktor said with that same bright smile.

His heart skipped a beat.

He looked toward his mother, who only gave a thumbs up.

His eyes darted back to the tall Russian in front of him. “O-okay! Sure! Let’s go!” He chattered, laughing nervously. Vicchan danced excitedly, ready for a walk, before Makkachin nuzzled back attention from her new, small friend.

“I-uh, don’t have a new routine or anything, I usually ask Celestino—“

“No worries.  I want to see your home rink.” The smile was back again, and for some reason,  Yuuri felt at ease.

He hiked  back up the stairs, grabbing his cellphone pack with his gloves,  socks and specialized socks.

He paused, stopping and sliding his thumb across his screen.

Best to give Yuko some warning.

He tapped out a quick text to her, before he paused and opened LINE.

土曜日

phichitchuu  12:32 am: sleep tight! see you on skype

今日

Icekatsuki1129 12:02 am:  hes here

“What’s with the guy downstairs?” Yuuri jolted, nearly dropping his phone. Mari had mastered the silent approach.  Even growing up with her, he still couldn’t get used to it.

“I might’ve accidentally drunkenly invited him when I was in Sochi…” Yuuri laughed nervously.

“What else did you invite him to?”

“N—nothing, God, Nee-chan!”

“What? You know how freaky you can get. You still haven’t thanked me for saving you when—“

“Thank you! Please never talk about it ever again!” His voice nearly broke.

“I had a point though. He has his dog here.”

“S-so?” Yuuri had to hurry.  He was waiting downstairs, and somehow, this wasn’t a dream.

“You know how hard it is to import a dog into Japan? It takes weeks for quarantine. Weird for him to come here if he’s moving to Japan.”

Yuuri’s ears burned bright red, but Mari was cool as ever. As if she was discussing the weather forecast.

“Anyway. Something to think about. “ She waggled her fingers before sidestepping Yuuri  to walk back to her bedroom.

Yuuri would explode if he thought about it anymore. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could, nearly falling over his own feet and colliding with the tall figure standing in the main room.

“A-are you sure you still want to go to the rink?” Yuuri tried to pick up the words, watching the silver-haired idol stare curiously at the scroll. Yuuri really hoped his mom wouldn’t bring up that Yuuri had painted it in middle school. It was embarrassing enough when the regular customers (who knew better) noticed it.

“Of course. What does it say?” He pointed to the scroll. Thank god he was asking now.

“Spring.”  Yuuri tried to say casually, slipping by and trying to edge toward the doorway.

“Beautiful.” Viktor glowed, touching his chin thoughtfully.

The vignette made Yuuri’s heart skip a beat.

“It’s not that good. I can show you better ones. How long are you staying?” Any other questions faded from his lip as Viktor turned to look at him. Did he flirt constantly, or was he just that beautiful naturally?

“Actually… I’m not sure.”

“Oh…” A silent moment stretched too far.

“Well, I’ll have to show you more of Hasetsu. Ice castle is just down the road.” Yuuri bowed his head, moving toward the genkan. He stopped, pulling out the bench that was now part of the room, sitting down and stretching to pull  on a pair of sneakers onto his prosthetic feet.

Viktor easily stepped back into his. He had, after all, been to Tokyo (and all over asia) before in his career

Viktor tried to watch without staring. Not just to see the movements, how Yuuri’s shirt rode up in the back as he curled over to put on his shoes. To see how he was flexible on the ice, but here he had a limit. And how, that strip of skin, that muscle with a little bit of softness.

Maybe Viktor did need a shower.

Since when had he been this desperate? What was it about this man, who he only knew from a simple dinner,  and a kiss?

Okay… it hadn’t been a kiss.

Viktor felt his lips curl as he played the memory  over again in his head for the thousandth time.

How he had pressed his lips to his forehead, and two arms had snaked around his shoulders.

How arms, that could easily do lifts on ice pulled him down, and  the skaters warm body had pressed against him.

How he had guilty, oh so guiltily, indulged, and snuggled until Yuuri had fallen back asleep.

How he had left, like a jet-lagged Cinderella, at 8 am and left Sleeping Beauty alone.

Now it was time for the hero to wake up and fall in love with the prince. That’s how happy endings worked, right?

Viktor didn’t know.

Notes:

Thank you everyone for the kudos, reviews and faves. I haven't written in years, and fanfiction specifically for over ten years... It feels really good to write.

Oide--Japanese for 'come here', usually used by parents to kids. Hansamu=handsome The kanji in LINE stand for 'saturday' and 'today', just to get a sense of time.