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lousypotatoes · 7 months ago

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Let The Stormy Clouds Chase

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Killing Butterflies - Lou Bliss

Present Day...

Y/N, Angel Dust, and Vaggie were sitting in the living room, listening to Charlie rant about the new extermination date.

"Okay. So, the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year," Charlie ranted, pacing around the room. "No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it right?!"

"Yes, we will," Vaggie said, grabbing onto Charlie's suit.

"Oh, please," Angel said while scrolling on his phone. "Ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...ain't no silver lining this time toots."

"Sure there is, Angel," Y/N said. "We just have to look a little harder for it, that's all." Charlie sent her a grateful smile.

"Well, while she's lookin'," Angel said. "The rest of Hell is going nuts. People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District." he said, showing them his phone. Suddenly, a message from Angel's boss popped up on his phone.

"Uhhh, what is a donkey show?" Charlie asked, confused.

"Ah, heh, nothing!" Angel panicked. "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too."

At the mention of Valentino's name, Y/N scrunched up her face in disgust. "Like I said, everyone's losing their shit." Angel finished.

"Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate," Vaggie said thoughtfully. "Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?"

Charlie gasped. "This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!"

"Good idea, Vaggie," Y/N chuckled.

"Cute idea and all," Angel said. "But you really going to go out in all of this?" He showed them his phone again, there was fire everywhere and demons were getting killed left and right. It made Y/N cringe.

"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep."

As soon as Charlie finished her sentence, there was a big explosion outside that destroyed the wall.

"Alassstor! Assasssin! Show yourssself!" said a voice from outside.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Y/N mumbled, getting out of her seat and flying out of the hole in the wall. When she got outside, Alastor was already standing out there.

Above the hotel, stood a steampunk looking blimp. Looking up, Y/N saw that the person who was piloting the aircraft was a snake demon.

"Face my wrath!" the snake shouted.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Y/N asked.

"Who am I? Who am I?" the snake repeated. "I am the great Sir Pentiousss! Inventor, architect of dessstruction, villian extraordinaire!"

By the time he finished talking, Vaggie, Charlie, and Angel Dust had made it out of the Hotel, they were now looking up at the blimp.

"Isn't this the guy who attacked us last week?" Angel asked.

"I would of loved to see that," Y/N said.

Nifty gasped, suddenly appearing on Alastor's head. "Ooh, he's a bad boy," Nifty said, a wicked grin on her face.

"Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think we'd have heard of you," Alastor said, setting Nifty on the ground.

"I attacked you literally last week," Sir Pentious said. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. "We've done battle like... twenty times."

"Well, you must have been really bad at this,"

"Yeah, I don't recall fighting with you, like ever," Y/N said, feeling bored.

"Silence!" Sir Pentious shouted. "Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal!"

"Almighty Vees my ass," Y/N said under her breath as Nifty crawled on her.

"Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?" Nifty asked.

"No one you need to worry about, Nifty," Y/N said.

"Enough!" Sir Pentious shouted. "Alassstor! Assssassin! Feel my wrat-"

Sir Pentious never got to finish his sentence. Long black tendrils sprouted out of Alastor's back and grabbed onto the steampunk blimp, shaking it around. Alastor began to laugh manically.

"Oh! Please! Stop!" Sir Pentious shouted.

"Um, Alastor?" Charlies said, concerned. "I think he's had enough."

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im!" Angel said, smirking.

"Yeah, let him have his fun," Y/N said giggling.

As the blimp started to shake around more, Sir Pentious finally fell out, landing flat on his face.

Looking up, Y/N saw that there was a drone right next to the blimp, the camera pointing towards the hotel.

"Fucking Christ," Y/N mumbled. "I swear, I'm gonna kill Vox." Nobody heard her.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience!" Alastor said, twirling his cane. An egg thing fell right next to Y/N and splattered. Grossed out, she stepped away from it.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious said weakly. "For letting your guard down!" Suddenly, using his tail, he ripped off a piece of Alastor's coat. "Haha! Yeah! Oh, shit."

Suddenly, Sir Pentious was blasted away.

"Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor," Alastor said cheerfully. "Would you like to accompany me, Y/N?"

"Hm?" Y/N said, taking her eyes off the drone. "Oh, yeah, sure. I've been meaning to stop by there anyway."

"Excellent!" Alastor said, beckoning her to follow him. "Best of luck chums!"

"Wait, you guys can't leave!" Vaggie said. "We need your help. We need you to do your job."

"We need a wall," Angel said, gesturing to the big hole in the wall.

"Of course. We can't let our new project fall into disrepair already, now can we, Y/N?" he said, nudging her. "What would the papers say?"

The two of them snapped their fingers. Alastor summoned some construction demons and Y/N summoned some tools for them to use. The two of then walked off.

"I couldn't help but notice," Alastor said as they walked. "What was in the sky that had you so distracted, my dear?"

"You didn't see the drone?" Y/N asked.

"Ah, that's what you were looking at," Alastor said. "Yes, I saw the drone."

"It's probably from VoxTech," Y/N grumbled. "Knowing him, he's gonna take every opportunity he can to spy on the hotel, especially 'cause me and you are there."

"Ah, you seem to know Vox quite well." Alastor said, jealousy knawing at him a tiny bit. "Why is that?"

"We were acquainted for a little bit," Y/N said. "That's all I'm gonna share for now."

"If that's all you would like to reveal, that's fine," Alastor said, his smile seeming a bit more forced. "It's rude to pry."

"Say's you," Y/N said, a playful smirk on her face. "Your one of the most nosiest people I know."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, dear," Alastor said, she chuckled.

"I swear, if I see that man again, I'm rippin' his pathetic head off,"

"He was only complementing you," Alastor laughed lightly.

"He was doin' it in a way I didn't like," Y/N said, looking across the street at the electronics store. "Ugh, I hate seeing Vox's stupid face every time I walk past that store."

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence!" Vox's fake cheery voice came from the T.V.

Even hearing his voice pissed Y/N off, especially since he was talking about Alastor.

" I'm sorry, dear," Alastor said, a smirk on his face. "I'm afraid I have to cut this short, I have some business to take care of regarding a noisy picture box."

Y/N grinned, knowing he was talking about Vox.

"No need to say sorry, Al," she said. "Do me a favor, embarrass the hell outta him."

Alastor's grin grew wider. "I'll do my best, my dear."

With one final look at her, he melted into the shadows, no doubt heading to his radio station.

Wanting to see what was going to happen, she walked closer to the electronic store. The crowd didn't pay any attention to her, too preoccupied listening to flat screen demon.

Otherwise, the crowd of people would of ran for the hills.

"Alastor's a loser, he's a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward!" said Vox's voice from the T.V.

Y/N laughed, knowing what really went on that day.

"You can play that as gospel, folks. He thinks he can take my viewers?" he laughed. "Impossible. Stop giving him the time of day. Don't listen to anything he says. Alastor should have stayed away!"

Y/N hoped that whatever Alastor was planning would be good.

"Hell's been better off since he disappeared," he said. "Wondering where he's been? Who gives a shit! He-"

Suddenly, a voice came from the radio in the window from the radio store next door. Y/N's eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Salutations sinners!" Alastor's voice came from the radio. "It's good to be back on the air!"

Hearing the Radio Demon's voice, the crowd moved over to the front of the radio store.

On the TV, Y/N could see Vox's shocked and angry face. It made her giggle.

"I know it's been a while since someone with this much style treated Hell to a radio broadcast," Alastor said. "Sinners rejoice!"

"What a dated voice," Vox said.

"Instead of a clout chasing video podcast," Y/N could hear the smirk in Alastor's voice.

Deciding she didn't want to be surrounded by all these sinners, Y/N immediately unfurled her wings and flew back to the hotel as fast as she could.

Landing on her balcony, she ran into her room, turned on the radio, and turned her phone to the broadcast, hoping she didn't miss too much.

"Is Vox as strong as he claims or is it merely based on support?" Alastor said, making Isabell laugh. "He'd be powerless without the other Vee's."

"Oh please," Vox snarled.

"There was once a time when Vox asked me to join his team, I said no and that's why he's so pissy," Alastor said. "That's the tea!"

"You ØŁʥ timey prick!" Vox shouted. "I'll show you şµʩʩɞʁʁɨŋɠ!"

"Uh oh, the T.V. is buffering," Alastor said smuggly.

The T.V. signal started to break up. "ⅰII ʤşɫʁØʏ ʏØØ-Ø-⋃-⋃ ʏØ⋃ Įiɫɫɩɚ-"

Looking out the window, all the power in Pentagram City started to go out. Y/N was glad that the hotel was hooked up to a generator.

"I'm afraid you lost your signal," the Radio Demon said.

Satisfied, Y/N turned off the radio, heading downstairs.

"When'd you get here babycakes?" Angel asked when he saw Isabell coming down the stairs.

"Just now," she said, sitting next to him. "I came in through my balcony."

"Uh huh," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "So what did you creepy voice do hmm?"

"All we did was go to tailor, you have such a dirty mind,"

"It pays off,"

The two of them talked a bit more until Vaggie and Charlie came in. Charlie flopped on the couch with and groaned, a disappointed look on her face.

"So how'd it go?" Angel asked.

Vaggie sighed. "Not a single new recruit,"

"Yeah. Well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting?"

"I'm sure there are plenty of people, Angel," Y/N said, elbowing his side.

"Sure there are," he replied as Vaggie went to go answer the door.

Y/N heard a thud and Vaggie yelling.

"You should probably go check that out, Charlie," Y/N suggested..

As Charlie walked over the front door, Y/N peered over her shoulder and saw that the snake demon who attacked them earlier was there.

"Holy shit Angel!" she exclaimed. "It's that guy who attacked us earlier."

"No fucking way," Angel said, getting up and walking over, Y/N followed him.

"Are you fucking nuts?" Angel said, standing in the doorway. "This chump was trying to kill us, like literally six hours ago. And now you want to bring him in here to live with us?"

"Absolutely!" Charlie smiled. "This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this...slithery...slippery...special little man."

"This could end up in a pile of shit," Y/N muttered. "Aren't you like, the protector of this place, Vaggie?"

Charlie did puppy eyes over to Vaggie.

Vaggie sighed. "I...guess he's not much of a threat without the war machine," she said, making Sir Pentious smile. "Or even with the war machine."

Sir Pentious' smile dropped into a frown.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Charlie exclaimed, hugging Vaggie tightly. "Sir Pentious! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

"Oh, no darling, thank you," Sir Pentious said, as Y/N eyed him up and down suspiciously. "You won't regret this."

"Eh, I give you a week tops," Angel said, as they all walked back into the Hotel.

Upon further inspection, Y/N noticed that Sir Pentious was wearing a high tech watch. The kind that Vox Tech sold.

"Don't worry, if he tries anything, I'll kill him," Y/N muttered over to Angel.

"What do you think about our newest guest, hm?" Alastor asked.

Alastor and Y/N were on Y/N's balcony, staring out into Pentagram City, something the two of them did quite often since she arrived at the hotel.

"There's somethin' about him that I can't quite put my finger on," she answered, leaning on the railing. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."

"Maybe you're being too quick to judge, dear," he said softy.

"Says you," Y/N said, playfully nudging him.

It was quiet for a moment, Y/N thought about what to say to clear the awkward tension.

"Can I ask you somethin', Alastor?" she said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious."

"Ask away, my dear,"

"How in the world did you get shot in the head by a hunter?"

Alastor didn't say anything at first. Y/N couldn't tell if he was annoyed at the question or not.

"I was burying a body in the woods," he said. "At the time I didn't know, but I was on hunting grounds. This idiot man thought I was a deer."

Y/N remembered the day she got the call like it was yesterday.

"I guess that explains why you're a deer," she snickered.

"How did you die, Y/N?" he asked. "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's fine," she waved off. "It's not as gruesome as yours, but one night, about a year after you died, I was cleanin up some bodies in an abandoned church, when all of a sudden, a cop came barrelin' in. He shot me at least nineteen times."

"Nineeten times?" Alastor asked, his eyebrows raised. "That seems like a little much."

"Oh well," she shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter anymore, now that I'm stuck down here."

It was quiet for another moment.

"I'm sorry for leavin' you, my dear," Alastor whispered. "I can't imagine what it must have been for you."

"Why are you apologizin' for?" Y/N asked, turning to look at him. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault you got shot."

"What was it like?" he asked. "After I died."

"It was hard," she admitted. "Really hard. It took me a while to get out of my house and do simple things like go grocery shoppin' or run the flower shop."

Alastor took her hand in his. "I swear to you, dear, I will never leave you alone, again."

Y/N smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "We're in Hell, Alastor, we're not goin' anywhere."

The two of them laughed softly.

"We should probably head back down there," Y/N said, removing her hand from his. "Charlie said she wanted to show us somethin'."

"I suppose you're right," Alastor said. "Care to walk down with me, my dear?" he said offering his arm.

Y/N giggled "Why, it would be my pleasure," she said, interlocking her arm with his.

"'Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs." Angel said sarcastically, reading off a script

Angel was currently wearing a large trench coat and a tiny hat, while Sir Pentious was wearing a white and yellow sailor shirt and a black hat, and a licking a large lollipop.

"'Now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?'" Angel said.

"Wow. Who wrote this?" Angel said in disbelief.

"It's great right?" Charlie said, a smile on her face. "Keep going!"

Y/N giggled.

"'Hey, you," Angel said, pointing to Sir Pentious.

"'Who, me?'" Sir Pentious said, batting his eyelashes.

"'Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some devil's dandruff,'" Angel said, a bored look on his face. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"'Not me,'" Sir Pentious shook his head. "'I have to go home and study."

"'Come on kid, it'll make you cool like me...'" Angel said. "The crack head.'"

"'The only cool thing here is to say no drugs,'" Sir Pentious said. "'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!'" Sir Pentious announced proudly.

"Yes! Oh bravo, bravo!" Charlie exclaimed, standing up and clapping. "Wow, Pentious, at this rate you'll be redeemed in no time."

Y/N looked over at Angel, seeing a look on his face that she had never seen before on him.

"I...I'm going to bed."

"I am so proud of you, Sir Pentious." Charlie said while Angel walked off, ignoring him. "That was amazing!"

"Hey, Angel?" Y/N said, walking over to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I..." he said, turning away from her. "I'm fine."

"Hey," she said, touching his arm. "Y'know if you need to talk, I'm always here."

"I said I'm fine Y/N," he snapped, jerking his arm away from her.

As Angel walked up the stairs, she couldn't help but feel sad.

"Everything okay, my dear?" a staticky voice asked.

"Yes, everything's fine,"

It was late at night.

Tossing and turning, Y/N couldn't sleep. Her mind was on a variety of things. The hotel, Angel Dust, Vox...

Alastor...

Deciding that sleep was no longer an option, Y/N got out of bed and started to walk around the hotel.

As she walked down the stairs, she heard voices.

"I hated that song! Why are you so lame?" came Nifty's voice. "Not a bad boy!"

Y/N laughed silently. She loved it when Nifty said the most out of pocket things.

"Good first day," said Charlie's voice. "Let's get some rest."

At the sound of footsteps, Y/N hid behind a pillar, not wanting them to see her. She knew they would ask questions.

When she knew they were gone, Y/N came out of her hiding spot, walking into the room that they all came out of.

Walking into the room, she saw the watch that Sir Pentious was wearing on the ground.

Somehow, she knew that this had something to do with Vox. No wonder Sir Pentious randomly showed up.

Smirking, she picked up the picked up the watch, turning it on.

Vox appeared on the watch screen.

"What!?" Vox's angry voice said.

"Hello there, Vox, missed me?" Y/N grinned seeing the surprised look on his face. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that next time, hun."

She laughed, hearing Vox scream out in rage. She dropped the watch and, crushing it with her boot.

She walked back to her room, laughing all the way.

Little did she know that a certain Radio Demon was in the shadows, watching her interaction with Vox, thinking to himself.

i am so excited for the new episodes of helluva boss

i hope they have striker

i want to get on my knees for that man so bad

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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galaxycunt · 1 year ago

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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 5

Almost done! One more part!! Thanks for joining me on my writing activity I did this week to break up my workload during the day lmao

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

Fluff/Angst

You didn’t go to sleep right away, Buggy talked your ear off about everything and anything. You felt it getting late, closing your eyes to let him know to shut up. You missed sleeping next to him, in his sleep he searched for you, pulling you close. Even when you both rolled over, his hand made its way to yours.

You woke up early to use the toilet, the sea breaking up the sunrise in waves. You can’t help your sticky fingers, thinking of that box on his desk.

You knew what it was, it was the same box you saw months ago. A pretty ring, diamond shining brightly in the middle. It couldn’t have been for you, he definitely stole it. You reasoned that he kept it until the right appraiser came along. It made you panic anyway.

You looked over to the snoring bump under the sheets, he had plenty of time to hock that thing. The anxiety shook you, slipping back between his arms to forget it.

The urge to flee nearly overtook you, reminding you of the full force of terror at the thought of being vulnerable last time. It was stupid, even now. You got the guy, yet again.

Snuggling up with Buggy, you fell asleep until it was midday. He was still beside you, and you kissed him awake.

”You’re still here.”

”Where else would I be?”

He pinched your cheek with a smile, “you’re staying here all day then.”

”No captainly duties today?”

He shook his head, completely relaxed. You liked seeing him like this, away from all the showmanship.

“Well I have sooo much to do today,” you said sliding out the bed.

You were only teasing him, and his hands floated to your shoulders to hold you down. You struggled playfully, deciding to play dirty and poked his sides.

”Hey! Don’t do that!”

”Or what?”

Poke, poke, poke. His hands roamed your body, two could play at that game. With chests heaving, you laid side by side, unsure if you had ever seen him that playful before.

“Would you want to be a part of the show?”

You shook your head, “I’m okay.”

He clicked his tongue, “shame. I’d love to see you in a skimpy outfit.”

”And share the view with everyone?”

“Get to show off the woman on my arm, why the hell not?”

This was a surprise to take in, a welcome change to the man that worked you to the bone. Would this happy mood last? You weren’t sure, his wrath never extended to you in the first place.

Quite the opposite, when you joined up nearly two years ago, he always flirted with you. Always coming to you to fix his costume, or a jacket, or even a bandana of all things. Anything to keep talking to you.

A confession danced on your lips, “you should probably get up. I’ll catch up.”

You swallowed your thoughts with a kiss, Buggy’s eyes never leaving your face. You gently push him off, getting dressed yourself.

”I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t go nowhere, no need to put clothes on.”

You shimmied out of your shorts with a smile, “whatever you say bossman.”

You waited a good ten minutes before you get up, making a beeline for that box. Holding your breath, you made your discovery. The ring was still here.

You didn’t love Buggy, or did you? Did he? Was it a drunken mistake you helped him wiggle out of? You think about his confession, the love gone unrequited a long time ago. His desk drawer, a hidden shrine to his heartbreaks. Those letters must of been from that boy he mentioned.

You felt like shit, laying in bed until he came back. A forced smile on your face, if he was going to ask, if that was even the intention, would you say yes?

You aren’t so sure, the doubt in your mind nagging you.

You aren’t made for love, only to bed pirates and other criminals. Buggy was a cruel man, even if you were too. Even if you weren’t cruel to each other.

If he noticed anything was wrong, he didn’t bring it up. The ship was headed to another village for a pit stop, and Buggy promised to take you out for a date. A do over of sorts, to make up for the last stop. You no longer had things in his cabin, leaving to your room to change clothes.

You run into your friend, pulling her inside.

”The ring is still there.”

”What?”

”Buggy’s ring.”

Her eyes go wide, “oh shit, yeah I remember now. You gonna suck a waiter’s dick again?”

Shame burned your cheeks, “not funny.”

”Sorry, but that was kinda your own fault.”

”I know.”

“He didn’t even bring that sucker out.”

”I know.”

She smirked, “so why so glum, chum?”

“Am I being crazy?”

She nods with a laugh. You can’t help but laugh either, things are a little too good right now. You’ll take what you can get. You return to Buggy with all smiles, ready to set your feet on land.

The swimming thoughts from earlier stuffed themselves in the back of your brain, focusing on the man in front of you as you dine and drink.

Buggy leaned against you in his chair, feet on the table. He had his hair down, and you lazily braid it.

“You should grow it out more, that way I can braid it into a crown.”

He giggled, “do I look like a milkmaid?”

”A very cute one,” you pecked his cheek.

You get up to order more drinks, the bartender barely acknowledging you as you motioned toward your table. The man talking to his friends next to you makes a joke you overhear, and you laughed. He briefly looked over his shoulder, raising his glass to you before returning to his circle.

One of these things set Buggy off, a sour look on his face as your approach him. You gave another peck on his cheek, setting two mugs down.

”You don’t need to owe me anything, just because I’m the captain.”

”What?”

It’s not anger written on his face, “I should’ve let you run off with that guy. That waiter.”

You closed your eyes, “Buggy I don’t want to fight.”

”I’m not fighting, I mean it.”

You give his hand a squeeze, Buggy focusing on the pillar behind you. He gave a small shrug, causing you to frown.

“What happened to clean slate?”

”Oh yeah, that.”

You decided to come clean, “I saw that ring. I shouldn’t have but I did.”

He laughs bitterly, “oh yeah, that thing. A real nice joke, that one.”

You twist your mouth, “I’m not saying no.”

”There’s nothing to say no to.”

”I freaked out. I dunno. Self sabotage, I guess.”

He only nods.

”Nothing wrong with thinking of a future. 10 kids, our own island.”

He laughed at that one, “10?”

You nod, “all named Marvin. Easier that way.”

He still won’t look at you, making you nervous. You drink silently, stealing glances at him. His eyes stay glued to the mug in front of him now.

How do you always find a way to fuck things up?

”Would it make you feel better if I played my accordion naked next time?”

”It would.”

You smiled, “really?”

He finally looked at you, “it’s the most erotic instrument, that’s why they call it a squeeze box.”

You both cackled like madmen, Buggy kissing your hand trying to calm himself down. You don’t think anyone finds Buggy more hilarious than himself. He got up to order drinks, coming back with rum and two shot glasses.

”If you really wanna make it up to me babe, I can think of a trip down memory lane.”

You scrunched your nose, “I’m not fucking you here.”

He shrugged, can’t win them all. He resumed his previous position against your chest, looking up at you with a smile. You can’t help but kiss him a few times.

”Do you mean it?”

”Maybe not 10 kids,” you joked.

”I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

You kissed him, your heart fluttering.

”I love you too.”

You actually mean it this time.

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 month ago

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The Escape Artist - Chapter 5

This one gave me a bit of a headache, I knew what I wanted but it just wouldn't cooperate! But hey ho and here we are. Enjoy 😘

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It had only taken a few days of lifts to and from school for Clover to fully assert herself as River's passenger Princess. Though Ella begged her not to, she'd clamber over seats, rifle through his CDs and play with the aircon settings. The strangest thing to Ella though, was that he didn't seem to mind at all. It was a stark reminder of just how much interference she'd been running for years between Clover and Eddie - always trying to keep Clover quiet and well behaved so she didn't incur her father's wrath. Clover had, on the surface, coped incredibly well with the recent events but the cracks were beginning to show.

“Clo, River's outside can we please get a move on?”

“I don't want to wear this top, I want the one without buttons.”

“This is the only one I have for now, I'll get one without buttons as soon as I can.”

“It's not fair. You made me leave all my things behind.”

“I know I did. I'm sorry.”

“I want my pink headband.”

“I'll add it to the list,” Ella sighed. “Now please, let's go.”

Clover barged past Ella and bounded out of the front door, straight into the passenger seat. Ella could see River talking to Clover who stared straight ahead with her arms crossed and a frown firmly in place. She slid into the backseat behind Clover. “Morning.”

“Hey, you both OK?”

“Fine,” they mumbled in unison. He caught Ella's eye in the rearview mirror and she shrugged. Clover reached out to turn the radio station over and then slumped back in the seat without another word.

Outside the school, River raised his hand in greeting to Coe who nodded. He leaned against the low wall surrounding the school. Ella got out first and held Clover's door open. “C'mon Clo, let's move.”

“I don't want to go,” she kept her arms crossed. Ella sighed.

“Please, babe? River and I have got to get to work and -”

“Can't I come too?”

“Not today. Look, JK is already waiting for you.”

“Muuuum,” Clover whined miserably.

“Clo, enough. I need to get you into school.”

“Why? You think he's gonna come and kidnap me?” She whinged and suddenly appeared eighteen to Ella, not eight. She took a deep breath and turned away from the car, rubbing her temples. She felt a sting as the tender skin around her cut was pulled and pushed, and drew her hand away to find she'd opened the cut again.

“Y’know what, Clo? I have no idea. I just want to get you inside with Coe where I know you're safe and then I want to go and find another plaster for my head, ok? Let's go now , please.” She stressed.

Inside the car, Clover reached to the backseat and into Ella's bag to pull out a tissue. As she got out of the car, she pushed it into Ella’s hand and marched towards the main school doors without saying goodbye. Coe followed closely behind.

“She hates me,” Ella said with her head in her hands once she got back into the car.

“No she doesn't.”

“She does. I've taken her away from her dogs, her favourite toys, her house . She's eight, this might as well be the end of the world to her. She's got Coe sitting in her classroom making her the school weirdo, we can't go anywhere, or do anything. All I've done is swap one prison for another.”

She turned to face him and he took the tissue from her hand and held it up against the cut with a small amount of pressure.

“You know that's not true. Hold this,” he waited for her hand to hold the tissue against her forehead and let go so he could continue driving.

“It's her birthday at the weekend.” She said quietly. “I don't know what to do, River? Happy birthday kiddo, everything is shit and we can't go anywhere.”

“So let's do something?”

“Don't be daft. Lamb is currently wasting all these resources on us, I feel awful having you ferry us around everywhere.”

“I want to help - they all do. You know how miserable it is in that place, at least we can feel like we're actually doing something.” He split his attention between talking to her and the morning traffic building up.

“She has taken a shine to you all,” Ella admitted softly. “She thinks Shirl and Louisa are just so cool . I'd be jealous if she weren't right.” He parked up and leaned over to move her hand and check whether the bleeding had stopped again.

“They're alright, I suppose.”

“Don't worry,” she teased, “I'm pretty sure you're still the favourite.”

“I’d better be,” he said smugly, “I don’t see anyone else letting her listen to Capital radio.”

“You’ll regret giving her radio privileges, I’ve downloaded a couple of Taylor Swift albums for her birthday.” She couldn’t help but smile as his face fell at the news. “Prepare yourself for car karaoke,” she warned happily, shutting the car with him still inside.

She hadn’t managed to sit down with a cup of tea before the ceiling shook unceremoniously above her.

“Your turn,” River told her pointedly.

“It’s definitely yours.”

“You think you’re playing Taylor Swift in my car? Get up the stairs, Cole.” Ella felt herself flush at his words but if he’d noticed then he didn’t let on, already staring at a screen filled with ancient police e-fits. She made her way to the top floor, the pull in her ribs had noticeably eased off over the weekend.

“Cole.”

“Lamb,” she replied warily, there were two police officers with him in the office.

“These upstanding gentlemen have some questions for you. Now, I can clear off downstairs and bother Cartwright for a bit, or I can stay here, or I can summon one of the other dipshits. Which would you prefer?” Ella’s hands trembled.

“Stay. Please?” He nodded once and leaned back in his chair, feet up on the desk.

“Ms Cole, we’ve been contacted by your husband, Edward Cole? He’s raised claims of assault and kidnapping.” She said nothing, her mouth agape. Lamb tapped his desk with a grubby socked foot.

“Might be a good time to start talking,” he suggested.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she looked at Lamb, incredulous. “I… I’m sorry, he’s said what , exactly?”

“That you knocked him out with a blunt instrument -”

“It was half a bottle of wine.”

“And kidnapped his daughter.”

“Our daughter. Did he also tell you he’s only been out of prison for a couple of months? Did he tell you why I hit him with a bottle and took our daughter?” Ella asked, not bothering to disguise her anger.

“Well, that’s why we’re here. To follow up.”

“Oh! You want to follow up now, do you? Amazing how you didn’t want to follow up everytime I called anonymously with information about his business activities. Will you be following up on that?”

“If there’s anything else that warrants looking into, then obviously we will -”

The door opened a crack and River peered in before being ushered in further by Lamb. He went over to the desk and bent to speak directly to Lamb without interrupting.

“Something that warrants looking into?” Ella asked, her volume rising. She untucked her t-shirt from her jeans and lifted the hem to the level of her bra, exposing the bruising on her torso. “Does this fit the bill?” She crossed the room towards the officers. “Here, this is what he did to me. This is why I hit him with a fucking bottle.” The officers looked over to Lamb who shrugged unhelpfully. “I’ve got photos going back years of the things he’s done to me. So let’s talk about that instead shall we? Because I would like to report multiple instances of assault.”

“Perhaps we should take this to the station,” the more senior officer suggested nervously.

“I think that’s probably a good idea,” Ella told him through gritted teeth.

“I did warn you gentlemen that this wouldn’t be straightforward.” Lamb told them with a wicked grin.

“Would you like to come in our car, or -”

“Would I like to be taken to the station in the backseat of a police car? No, I wouldn’t. Why don’t I follow you shortly? You can go now.” She spun on the spot to see Lamb looking up at an interesting mark on the ceiling while River was disguising a laugh by looking intently at his feet. “Anyone need a cuppa? I fucking do.”

She sighed and brushed past them both to go back downstairs. The officers were swiftly escorted to the bottom floor by Catherine.

“Well done you,” she said with a warm smile. “One of us will be happy to go with you to the station. Just say the word.”

“Thanks, Catherine. God, what a bloody cheek coming here to talk to me about an assault.” She muttered angrily. River dropped into his chair which groaned in response. “He must be deluded if he thinks he’s got the police in his pocket on this.”

“Make sure you have plenty of photos,” Catherine advised, “If you have reason to believe they’ll side with him then you’ll need evidence and character witnesses.”

“Ugh, this is going to get so messy.” Ella’s words were muffled, her head lay in the folds of her arms on her desk. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

“El?”

“Hmm?” When River didn’t continue, she forced herself to look up.

“You said you’re going to war.” He told her. Catherine looked on, confused. Ella frowned, processing his comment.

“I did,” she said thoughtfully. “I did say war. Catherine, I am going to fucking war, and I am not going to let Eddie win.” She continued fiercely.

“Oh. Good to know. We’ll be with you all the way,” the older woman said with a smile.

“Told you,” he said as Catherine left, “they all want to help.”

“I know. But I spent years with Eddie’s mates and their wives and girlfriends turning a blind eye. They knew what was going on in my house and not one of them stood up to him.”

“You’ve got us now.”

“In that case, I’d better go and sweet talk Louisa into another favour. I take you lot to all the fun places. School, supermarket, police station,” she laughed.

“If she says no -”

“I know, I know. But if I paid you back every favour, I’d be doing it for the rest of my life,” she rolled her eyes.

“Fine by me,” he called out as she left. “Good luck.”

It turned out going to war was stressful business. Ella had provided a full statement and photographs to the police who’d concurred that she was the correct party to be pressing charges. She was still left in limbo waiting for the call which confirmed that Eddie had been taken into police custody and charged. It had been days.

“Look, why don't you leave the kiddo with me and go and do something for yourself?” Shirley offered as Ella took another loop of the room, her phone in hand, waiting for it to ring.

“You?” River interjected before Ella could.

“Kids love me. Get your hair done, go to the gym, whatever you want” She continued enthusiastically, not noticing Ella's discomfort.

“Shirley, stop,” Louisa demanded. “You don't need to do any of that unless you want to,” she said to Ella who looked mortified. “Would he say stuff like that?” She asked.

Ella nodded slowly.

“Whenever he decided I wasn't making enough effort. He'd dress it up like a reward but it was his way of humiliating me. He made it sound like my own fault he was sleeping around.”

“Fuck. I'm so sorry,” Shirley said, ashamed.

“Don't be, it didn't bother me. Let some other poor girls deal with the fallout of his performance issues and lack of skill.” Ella said slyly. Shirley cackled.

“Oh my god, the loser couldn't even get you off? For, like, years ? You deserve a medal, that's bullshit.”

“Total bullshit,” Louisa agreed.

“You're quiet, tosser,” Shirley kicked the wobbly leg of River's chair. He didn't look up from his computer.

“I know when to keep my mouth shut,” he told her. “Also, they're right,” he looked up and his gaze lingered on Ella's face for a moment, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He spoke softly but pointedly, “you do deserve a medal.”

“Said Cartwright the sex god?” Shirley scoffed, “I don't fuckin’ think so. You're more likely to get punched in the face than get a shag.”

“Did you mean sex god or sex pest?” Louisa teased, “he's definitely a pest but I'm not sure sex has anything to do with it.”

“Annoying, whiney… punchable face? It's been a while actually, I could help you out?” Shirley balled her hand into a fist and rotated it as if warming up.

“Why’d you need to turn everything into a fight?” He asked.

“Dunno, cos I can?”

“She's bored.” Ella and Louisa declared in unison.

“And here I thought we were all being nicer .”

“I'm being nicer to her. Cos her ex, y'know,” Shirley raised her hand - still in a fist - and mimicked stabbing someone, complete with Psycho sound effects, “is nuts. But you,” she looked at River with disdain, “jury's still out.”

“Thanks mate,” he grinned, “you're the best.”

“Anytime, pal .”

“Alright kids,” Ella interrupted before their bickering escalated. “I'm popping out to get birthday stuff for Clover before I lose my mind waiting for the police to call. Which one of you is on babysitting duty?”

River stood up first.

She loved the feeling of the underground train hurtling towards its next station. It felt like a glorious combination of deathtrap and feat of engineering.

She could hear River complaining under his breath behind her as they pushed through the crowd and onto the train. It was busy for the middle of the working day, a pair of elderly ladies each had a little dog in matching bags at their feet, a man in his twenties with a long ponytail precariously held up an Ikea flatpack box and there were tourists everywhere.

Ella made her way into the aisle between seats and then, realising she had nowhere to hold onto, tried to backtrack. She turned towards River who, on glancing behind him, was already boxed in by people. Ella planted her feet and softened her knees as the train set off again at speed. River held onto the bar above her head with ease and she could see the path of a muscle in his wrist as it travelled along his forearm and up into his bicep.

She'd hustled them out of the building so fast, he’d left his jacket in the car and his keys on his desk, not that she felt at all guilty. The carriage swayed and rocked unsteadily on the tracks and as it slowed for the next station, Ella felt the same flip in her stomach that came from leaning back too far in a chair. Her heart lurched as the driver hit the brakes eagerly and she felt herself falling backwards, her hands automatically stretched out towards River who caught her with an easy hand in the small of her back.

“Steady,” he said quietly. She huffed a laugh of relief and reset her feet as the hand on her back pulled her half a step closer and moved to her waist. She didn’t flinch. Her mind and heart raced as, for the first time in years, she hadn’t recoiled when someone other than Clover had touched her.

Ella distracted herself by looking at the myriad of posters for musicals rather than at him. She could feel his eyes on her, her body had become well attuned to knowing when she was being watched. Eddie had watched her every move, every day, so she’d gotten used to making her facial expressions as impassive as possible. There was a malevolence with the way he watched her, always with a sneer or a frown of disapproval, but as she caught River’s gaze in their reflection in the glass, there was nothing of the sort.

His hand moved slightly as he dipped his head towards her. “We should get off next.” She nodded, not trusting her voice to speak aloud.

Ella felt herself relax, breathing in whatever he was wearing that held the scent of sandalwood and black tea, whatever it was, it was expensive - she knew. She’d brought enough grooming products over the years. Eddie had always favoured stronger, more overpowering scents as if to match his personality, but River wore something that felt more intimate, as if it was speaking directly to her senses.

She was almost close enough to press her face into his t-shirt and let the scent engulf her. His hand left her waist as the train stopped again and he turned to move towards the doors.

Off the train, he followed in her footsteps as she navigated through crowds of people. Occasionally separated by big groups, he found his way back to her, his light touch on her elbow letting her know he was still there.

She led him up through the tunnels and finally out into central London.

“So,” she said brightly. “I’ve no clue what to get her. Any ideas?”

“I don’t think I’m the same demographic as your eight year old girl,” he said with a smirk.

“Shit, you don’t like Barbies, Nintendo and Taylor?” She turned aimlessly on the spot, hoping for inspiration.

“Can she skate?” He asked suddenly, pointing out a sports shop.

“Ice?” Ella looked doubtful.

“Roller?”

“Yes!” Her face brightened immediately into a smile. “Perfect,” she pulled him along and into the shop.

Emerging with roller boots, knee pads and helmet, Ella was over the moon. “This is amazing, these are so cute!”

“You could throw her a party?”

“And invite who? She’s an outcast at school at the moment, the kids are all shit scared of Coe. Sofia and Lulu would come, but I’d need to clear it with Flyte.”

“I’ll be there. Catherine, Louisa. Probably Shirley if you tell her there’ll be food.” She thought it over.

“I think that would work, hardly peak cool for nine though - a party with a bunch of grown ups? There is one thing I want to try and sort, but I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Go on?”

“I want to get her dog back from Eddie. She’s got this little - well, not so little - puppy at his place. She had him for Christmas and then not long after, Ed went to prison and I couldn’t get the dog back ‘cos his brother was living at the house. Now I’ve made her leave him behind again . Pretty sure if I could get Eugene back, I’d win brownie points for life.”

“I’m sorry, what was the fucking dog called?” He stopped short in the middle of the street.

“Eugene. From Tangled?” Ella smiled at the complete confusion on River’s face. “It’s her favourite. I’m sure she’ll let you watch it with us? Anyway, she named the dog after him.”

“Eugene,” he muttered with a low laugh. “OK. So we need to try and get Eugene back.”

“Since when did you become such a team player?” She nudged him.

“I’m not.”

“Oh but you are! You’ve reformed.”

“Hmm. Don’t get telling everyone else, they’ll all expect special treatment.” He led her back towards the underground station and on to Slough House.

“Wish my feet were teeny enough to give these a whirl,” Shirley held up the roller boots and stared enviously.

“You can hire them? When the police finally call me to say Eddie’s been held, I'll be able to take Clo. There's a roller disco every Friday near the safe house.”

“Oh my god, a roller disco!” Shirley squeaked, “Fucking fuuuun! Do you skate?”

“God, I can, but it's been years. I'll be on my arse in a heartbeat.” Ella laughed, putting hers and River's tea down on the desk.

“Thanks, El.” He muttered. “Got it, Ho?”

“Nearly there,” Ho typed some more commands. “Ladies and… Cartwright, I give you, the CCTV from the Cole residence.” Ella peered over his shoulder for a closer look.

“Fuck me, that's weird.” She whispered.

“You ok?” Shirley kicked her foot causing her balance to shift and she lurched into River who was looking over Ho's other shoulder.

“Oh, shit Shirl, sorry River,”

“Sorry, you alright?”

“Yeah, it's just strange. Seeing my own house through the cameras. There he is, there's Genie!” A beagle puppy bounced into view, running around the driveway.

“So, we're dognapping?” Shirley asked eagerly.

“No. Maybe. I don't know?” Ella looked uncertain, “I just want Clo to have him back. Maybe I should just call Eddie, tell him I want the damn dog back.”

“No fucking way.” River replied through gritted teeth. “There's got to be another way.”

“Well, we can figure it out later,” she decided. Ho's phone buzzed across the desk with a 5pm alarm, “Ho's got places to be.”

“Bitches to see.” He supplied.

“Ugh, keep calling women ‘bitches’ and I doubt you'll see a pussy ever again.” Shirley sneered.

“If he ever has?” Ella questioned.

“That's true, y'know those fake silicone ones don't count?”

“Oi, what's with the abuse? I've seen many, many pussies actually. More than him ,” he jabbed a thumb in River's direction.

“Not something to brag about, Rodders. It's not the quantity, it's whether you actually have a clue what to do.” Ella teased. “Now, off you pop, there's a sports sock and a tub of lube waiting for you at home.” Ho blushed as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his backpack.

“I think I preferred when you were the quiet one,” he rolled his eyes. “See you fuckers tomorrow.”

“Bye Ho,” Shirley waved, smiling brightly. Ella stifled a loud laugh behind her hand, “have fun!” The wave turned into the universal signal for wanker.

“God, how on earth has he survived this place with you here, Dander?” Ella wondered aloud, a firm hand in River's back gently pushing him to the exit.

“He fucking loves it, mate. I swear he thinks it's foreplay.” She fake heaved and said her goodbyes as she went back up to her office while Ella and River went for the exit.

“The world could not handle a Ho/Dander love story,” Ella confirmed from the passenger seat of River's car.

“I don't think they could either,” he sniggered.

“Good that she's a bit happier, feels like she's found some peace lately.”

Ella fell into silence during the drive, lost in thought. She envied how free and wild Shirley was, how poised and strong Louisa was. As if reading her mind, River interrupted her thoughts.

“You'll find it too,” he assured her, pulling up at the school gates. As she turned with a smile, the view through the windscreen made her stop dead. Seeing her pale, he followed her gaze. “That's him?” He asked grimly. She nodded.

“Fuck, I feel sick.”

“I'll let Coe know to stay inside, I'll get him to call the police. Stay here, just ignore him.”

“Yeah,” Ella felt ready to bolt at any moment. Her legs carried her without thought, as she ignored his suggestion and got out of the car, leaving the door open behind her.

“Ella,” River called from the car, she didn't turn back.

“What are you doing here?” She asked calmly. Eddie leaned against the wall of the school.

“Wanted to see my little angel.”

“She doesn't want to see you.”

“Been poisoning her against me, have you?”

“She saw what you did, Eddie. There's no going back from that.”

“She saw what you did as well, darls. Moving on already?” He gestured behind her where she felt calmed by River's presence.

“You need to leave -”

“Get a fucking grip, Ella. You won't win, I can make you disappear. Nothing but a fucking slut.” She felt River move as he went to launch himself in front of her and towards Eddie. “Hold up, your little puppy wants a scrap,” Eddie laughed. Ella put herself between the two, choosing to face River rather than Eddie.

“Don't, don't do anything - he's not worth it, River,” she implored as he tried to get around her. “River, please!” She said firmly, placing a hand on his chest and grabbing the cotton of his t-shirt in her hands. “Please don't. I will not let him hurt the people I care about.” She turned back to Eddie and stood firmly against River to hold him back. “Leave, Eddie. It’s done, you don't control me anymore. I'm not going to let you hurt me, or Clo, or anyone I love anymore. We're done.” As she spoke, sirens and blue lights filled the area immediately surrounding the school. She laughed with nervous relief, “see? It's over.”

“If you think that, then you're more stupid than you look, darls. I'll decide when it's done. You're still my wife, you belong to me.”

Police officers surrounded them, slowly approaching Eddie.

“Eddie Cole, you're under arrest for assault and harassment, get on your knees with your hands behind your head -” one officer called out, Eddie acquiesced but kept his gaze firmly on Ella.

“It's far from over, darlin’. You won't get rid of me.”

“Fuck off, Eddie. Stay the fuck away from us.”

“Get comfortable, Ella. Shack up with your new boy and relax. I want it to really fucking hurt next time I see you, and him.” He jutted his chin towards River.

He was dragged from the floor and roughly pushed into a police car. An officer approached them - one of the same officers from Lamb's office.

“Mrs Cole, apologies, it took us a few days to track your husband down.”

“Hmm, isn't it a good job we were here so he wasn't able to get to his daughter?” The officer had the good grace to look ashamed. “Do you need anything from me, or can I go now?” The officer waved them off and went back to his colleagues with his tail between his legs.

Ella turned away, back to River who'd finally dropped his guard.

“I shouldn't have done that -” he started.

“I shouldn't have stopped you.”

“You were right to, god, I want to fucking kill him myself.”

Ella felt herself deflate as the fear overtook her, “I’ll never have a life while he's around -”

“You will, of course you will.”

“You heard him, River. Oh my god,” a hand flew to her mouth, “the things he said to you -”

“Ella, forget that, I don't care what he said to me. It's you I'm worried about.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise for him. You need to stop apologising for him.”

She sighed, resigned. “I know,” she murmured.

“Let's get Clo?” He nudged her towards the door.

“What am I going to tell her?”

“The truth, El. You can try and protect her from stuff, but you can't lie to her.”

“I never would,” she whispered.

Coe met them at the door with only a raised eyebrow and a nod, leaving immediately afterwards. Clover sat in the small reception area with her bag at her feet.

“What's going on? Why wouldn't JK let me out?” She demanded.

“Can I explain at home? Properly?” Ella asked. Clover scuffed her shoes against the carpet and shrugged.

Ella held out a hand, a peace offering. She could see Clover weighing up what to do next, looking first at Ella and then at River who gave her an encouraging smile.

It felt like an eternity, but Clover's warm hand slid into hers and they went home.

Despite there being more than enough space for the two of them in the house, Ella climbed into Clover's bed and held her daughter close.

“Your dad came to school this evening. To see you -” she started.

“Not me,” Clover said softly. “You. He wants us both back.”

“Do you understand why I don't want that, lovey?”

The scent of strawberries from Clover's shampoo filled Ella's nose as the girl nodded. “I believe that the best way to protect you, is for you to live with me. But, Clo, I'm not going to tell you whether you can or can't have a relationship with your dad. That bit needs to be your own decision.”

“So I could still see him? If I wanted to?” Clover asked.

“If you wanted to still see him, then I'd find a way to make that happen sweetheart.”

“Even though you don't want to?”

“Yeah, Clo. As long as you're safe, I'll make it work.”

“I don't want to.” She said decisively. “I saw him hurt you. And when JK wasn't looking, I saw him today and I thought he'd do it again.”

“You can change your mind, you might as you get older.” Clover shook her head.

“I only need you.”

“I love you, my precious girl.” Ella squeezed tighter, her tears falling into Clover’s hair.

Steam billowed from the shower as Ella slid the door back and stepped out on the morning of Clover’s birthday a few days later. Louisa had driven them home the night before with River disappearing halfway through the day. Ella ran through the list in her head of everything she needed to get done.

She glanced quickly at the fading bruises on her stomach, her hand skimming over the dusting of light stretch marks that remained with her nine years after Clover's birth. She was considering taking Shirley up on the suggestion of self defence classes, her body - slim, but soft and pliant - had no strength.

“Oh my god!” A squeal from downstairs startled her and she yanked a towel from the rail.

She was still pulling it around her as she reached the bottom step, water dripping to the floor.

Clover rolled on the living room floor with a brown tangle of fur and limbs. “Mum! It's Eugene!” She shrieked.

At the centre of the chaos was River. Ella flushed, pulling the towel a little tighter, her arms crossing over her chest.

“You -” she started, her voice hoarse. “You got the dog?” She saw his eyes flick from her face, down her body and back again and shifted self consciously on the spot, pulling a hand free to tug the towel down and cover her legs a little more.

The dog spotted Ella and bounded over, nipping her ankles and rolling at her feet in greeting. “Genie,” she smiled at the puppy, desperate to reach up to her. With her free hand, she ruffled his ears.

“Can I take Genie outside mum?” Clover asked.

“Yeah, go on babe, I don't want him to pee on the floor.”

With Clover outside, Ella turned back to River. “How'd you get the dog?” She asked, wide eyed with disbelief.

“Why don't I put the kettle on,” he offered, “you should get dressed. We've got a party to set up haven't we?” He said with a bashful smile.

Ella got halfway back upstairs when she stopped and turned back to him.

“You're a good man, River. Good job I didn't listen to Shirley, I knew she was peddling bullshit.”

“Probably wasn't all bullshit, only the good bits.” He smirked on his way to the kitchen, leaving her still dripping water on the stairs.

Chapter 6

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thewiscryptid · 1 year ago

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starkid's nerdy prudes must die : pt 2

sentence meme / nsft themes / adjust pronouns or wording as needed!

- I’m trying really hard to feel bad about what we did. But it’s hard to feel bad when everything is objectively better! - You smell like an open asshole right now. - The world is just too well behaved— it needs to be saved. - You can see I'm much improved, which is bad news for you. - Who will pray for me when I’m gone? - Is this the eternal dark without a dawn? - This is the consequence for what you’ve done! - I'm not a loser. - Please don't kill me. - I can’t find my WWJD bracelet. I took it off before we dismembered the body. - Just shut up and keep your beans cool! - I knew him. I just fucking hated his guts. - Well, I certainly don’t love killing. - I saw that in New York. It was fuckin’ transcendent. - You're not as half as smart as you think you are. - It was GOD'S plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! - And he gives me his number~! Very smooth. - I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still have not received my hot chocolate! - We both know you can't ignore me because you're crazy about me. - You can't stay away from me! - If I loved you, you would know it. - LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS! - Gimme a cup of hot water and make it strong! - She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?! - The three of us need to get out of town. - Don't comfort her, she's fuckin' weird. - Please, I've been bugging your phone since you were 12. - I don't give a shit who you kill but you just had to do it in that house, didn't you? - Assuming this isn't all some big mind-fuck, what are we going to do to stop him? - K-yuck, k-yuck, k-FUCK! - I have connections. I have friends. I can buy you beer! - I have no idea what I'm doing. - Hello, fwendy-wends. - We've been watching you. Someone's been a little naughty~ - Don't be so formal. We're all pally-wals here. - Whatever we want? Hm. - We just want what you cherish most. That's all. - You can lie to yourself but not to me. - Pay the price... or fuck off! - All my life, I just... wanted a girl to like me. But I guess it's not all roses, huh? - I didn't want to like you. You made me. - Let me be cool this time. Let me take the bullet. - Careful with that. You might hurt someone and that's my fuckin' job. - You fuckin' JUDAS! - I always thought there was something about your wrath that was so... Old Testament. - Shut your fuckin' fart-hole! - I paid the price. Now fuck off! - Whatever! It was fuckin' worth it! - You're such a nerd but the bow-tie is really growing on me. - That was disgusting! Kissing? On the first date?! - Did you think I'd stop with him? - RUN YA LITTLE BITCH!

#starkid #npmd #rp sentence meme

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lleldey · 2 years ago

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the broken vow is so overwhelming and mindblowing, i cried while reading it idek why 😭😭😭 you’ve a great job creating this masterpiece! 🔥 but i have few questions lingering in my mind, 1. what is the backstory behind their divorce? (might missed it bc tears got my eyes blurry lol) 2. what happened to tae afterwards? 🥺 3. will y/n love jk as much as before after what he had done? (not gonna ask about jk since he’s the yandere here so the answer is obvious lmao)

Hi! Yeah, you weren’t the only one who was crying over the story - the first scene I wrote was of him crying in the apartment. Somehow his backstory really affected me, and one thing led to another - I was crying for his character.

But! I should disclose that my sympathy was so prominent simply because I can’t imagine the pain of your closest person leaving you (we do not support his yandere actions). Even more so, if you wake up from coma, and are expected to simply deal with it - I don’t think I would be able to cope with that. So, my heart really cried out for him.

And for your questions!

1. I never disclosed it word-for-word, rather mentioned it every once in a while, so no worries! The idea is, that JK got into a motorcycle accident after which his body went into a coma-like state. He was like that for almost 8 years, and in that time MC met Tae. She decided to move on with her life after doctors said there’s basically no hope left for him to ever wake up. And after waiting 5 years for him, she went ahead with the divorce.

I actually went into a deep-dive of how divorces happen if one of the parties is in coma, and turns out you have to present hard evidence that the person is to never wake up. That ties into the last plot - fraud documents. JK pressurised the doctors to testify that they never gave out these documents to MC, and so the story arch with court/annulled divorce begins. (The last part is completely made up, so I hope that none of my readers study/work within law departments 🙈)

2. The annulled divorce leads to MC’s and Tae’s marriage to be invalid. But at the end of the story we see, that MC succumbs to JK’s scheme, and decides to stay with him. Therefore, Tae is let free of JK’s wrath (although, there will always be distaste between both of them).

Except for JK’s yandere tendencies, he has very gentle characteristics; MC for sure made JK pull some strings so that his farm is back in business.

But aside from business factors, he’s heart broken. They had been married for 2 years at that point, so he had clear vision of his future (that being side by side with MC). And now that it’s torn apart, he has to learn how to be alone again.

3. It’s hard to measure how much you love someone. JK will always hold a dear place in her heart - at the end of the day, they are each others first love. Love has always tied them together, and it will continue to do so.

I’m rather thinking of how their every day life looks like - MC is definitely more conscious around him; JK displayed his power over her, and that left her extremely restless. A bigger factor tho would be the one I only lightly touched upon - we know that coma influenced JK’s mental and physical health, but we looked over how it influenced MC’s. She was by his bedside for 5 years almost every day. And now the poor woman is unable to do so much as to even watch him sleep. Wouldn’t be surprised if JK woke up with an empty bed space, only to find her sleeping in the living room 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, I saw you recommending LIAG, thank you so much, remote embraces wherever you are!

Thank you for the ask, hope this helped! ☺️

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stagefullofentertainment · 2 years ago

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Christmas Time pt. 8

5 more days! Can you feel that we are more than halfway there? In my humble opinion, 5/5 star Christmas are approaching! Today is a continuation of yesterday's winter activities!

Although this serves as another part of a bigger story, I think that you should be okay reading this before previous parts. But if you want to check out others, you are more than welcome! Shameless plug who..

Now, where were we? Oh, that's right! Charlie was trying to keep her balance and to not fall face first into hard ice.

In the meantime, Alastor was trying to not subdue into temptation to make Charlie's ice skates disappear with a snap of his fingers while Vaggie tried to think what was the better course of action; to try somehow getting to Charlie and help her get off or to go and kick Alastor for this.

Their individual thoughts were interrupted by an annoyed voice.

Why are ya here? And why it's so cold? Oh...

Everyone turned their heads to the source of the sound and it was no other than Angel Dust himself. He looked tired and in question.

Angel:*Yaws* Well, that's new.

He walked closer to the lake and snow piles, ignoring everyone around, mostly Vaggie's and Alastor's different kinds of annoyances. Angel leaned down and took some snow into his hands, making a snowball. His eyes changed from questioning to surprised.

Angel: No kidding, it's real.

Alastor: Of course, it's real! What, you thought I made it from yesterday's cotton candy? *Chortles*

Angel throws the snow to the ground and watches it breaking into smaller parts. He still couldn't believe that Alastor made snow appear. He looked at him mistrustfully.

Angel: What's the catch?

Alastor: No catch! I merely wanted to show our princess how a real winter looks like!

Angel: Charlie?

Charlie: Over here!

Everyone turned their attention back to her. Charlie was still standing in the middle of the lake but now she wasn't shaking.

Charlie: I think I got!

Alastor: Very good! Now, how about skating?

Charlie: ... Um, a little help here, please?

Vaggie finally decided on the second option. She marched in front of Alastor and looked at him with wrath in her eyes.

Vaggie: If you don't go and help her this instant, I swear, I will kick your radio brains so far, you'll be retuning yourself for a long time.

Angel: Ouch...

Alastor: *Glares at Vaggie* One piece of advice, my dear.

Unbeknownst to Vaggie, Alastor used his magic again,without his usual antics, for surprise purposes only.

Alastor: Never menace a menace.

With a blink of an eye, Vaggie's shoes were replaced with a pair of grey skates. Alastor quickly took her by the arm and spun into the lake, where Charlie was still residing. Vaggie almost knocked both of them down.

Charlie: Al! That's wasn't nice!

Alastor: See? I told you I'm not kind! Point proven. Vaggie: You scum! Just you wait! Charlie: Wait, Vaggie! Don't leave me!

Vaggie turned around and saw that while Charlie didn't move, she herself was few meters ahead of her. It felt like her legs remembered how to skate, even after all these years. She thought for a second and went back to Charlie.

Vaggie: Here, let me help you skate.

Vaggie skated to Charlie's left side and took her hand. She gave a couple of advice and encouraged Charlie to try to move forward step by step. Though feeling bit uneasy, Charlie tried and... succeded!

Meter by meter and Charlie felt more and more sure of herself. She stumbled a lot and felt few times. Other than that, she was quick to understand the mechanics of ice skating. Vaggie was by her side all the time and never let her loving eyes from Charlie.

During Charlie's trials and tribulations, Alastor was observing them. He was enjoying watching Charlie's attempts at skating even tough the couple's sweetness made him want to throw up once or twice. Deep down Alastor knew that Charlie would like this "surprise" nonetheless, but he could not pass the chance to tease her. It was so much fun watching her facial expressions yesterday!

While Alastor was preoccupied watching ice skaters and thinking about his endeavours, his shadow grabbed a snowball which had a couple centimeters left till Alastor's back head. It threw ball of snow to the ground and returned to it's regular state. Alastor slowly spun his head back, only to see a cocky smile wearing Angel.

Angel: Wanna go a few rounds? Or you are too scared to touch what you cretaed?

Alastor: A few rounds? I'm afraid we will be only needing one.

Angel: What's the matter? To old?

Alastor: *Cackles* No, it's just that...

Alastor's shadow stands besides him and few other ones from various objects become his little fighting force.

Alastor: I have more power than you it seems.

Angel: Oh yeah?

Angel's extra two pairs of arms appear, all showing Alastor the middle finger.

Angel: I've got guns of my own.

Alastor: Alright, if that's what you wish for, I will kindly entertain you.

Alastor's smile turns into an evil smirk while Angel stands immune to it, responding with a wicked grin of his own.

Alastor: Let's begin, shall we?

#headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin angel dust #charlie morningstar #alastor #vaggie #angel dust

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RED VALLEY: WHILE YOU WERE HYPERSLEEPING‘Part Four’

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SCENE 1

THE CRYOSUITE. GORDON BUSTLES IN WITH A BOX UNDER HIS ARM.

GORDON: Eyyy! It's only bloody Christmas Eve! Hi Warren. Thought I'd come down and spend some of the evening with you.

GORDON MAKES A FUSS OF SITTING HIMSELF DOWN AND RUMMAGING IN HIS BOX NEXT TO HIM.

GORDON: I had a poke around in the cupboards and found some Christmas shit. There's a little 8 inch silver Christmas tree here made of tinsel. Look… you can have that. Oh… And speaking of tinsel...yikes.

GORDON PULLS TINSEL OUT OF THE BOX, STANDS UP AND DRAPES IT OVER THE POD.

GORDON: There. That fits quite nicely. Oh… Right - the piece of resistance...music.

GORDON PULLS OUT A TAPE RECORDER AND A TAPE.

GORDON: This is 'O Little Town of Bethmayhem', one of Pus Crank’s festive rock medleys. They were a regular fixture at the annual Unholy Night Christmas all-dayer at the club in my hometown. Ah… You would've loved it.

HE LETS THE MUSIC PLAY FOR A MOMENT.

GORDON: So, you look good. I mean your pod looks good. The bleep bloops sound happy. This pod is far more advanced than the ones used on other subjects that I've seen or read about. It's much smaller. More, uh, coffin-sized. Like umm, Spock's coffin in Wrath of Khan. It would fit nicely into a photon torpedo chute, I think? It's fully portable… apparently. They told me it can run on battery power for 100 years, Lightweight alloy, the wheelspop out the bottom if I press the unlock-

HE PRESSES IT. THE HISS OF HYDRAULICS AND A LITTLE BLEEPING ALARM AS THE POD UNLOCKS AND RELEASES IT'S WHEELS.

GORDON: Oh shit. Ah no, Shit. Lock. Lock. Lock. Lock. Lock.

IT HISSES BACK DOWN AGAIN.

GORDON: Christ.

PAUSE.

GORDON: Anyway. Tis the season, so thought I'd make this a themed visit. You had a Christmas here, Warren. Maybe not all that different to mine. Let’s see how that went shall we. Here's your Ghost of Christmas Past. We're Warren and Gordon, woooooooooo!

HE TURNS OFF THE MUSIC AND HITS PLAY ON HIS OWN TAPE RECORDER. WARREN IS MAKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE MESS ROOM ON CHRISTMAS EVE, 2018.

WARREN: Ding dong merrily on high. I’m making a recording. Youjoin me here at Red Valley, area of outstanding natural misery, National Heritage site of historical tedium, on Christmas Eve. At least, I think it's Christmas Eve. There aren't many indicators out here, I'm just going off a very small desk calendar from the office. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer still won't even tell me their names, much less the actual date. Even now, when it's just me and them, they tap their little Overhead barcode ID badge and tell me it’s not my concern.

WARREN: I digress. It's bloody Christmas Eve, allegedly! It's 10:45 in the evening and this is Warren Godby, coming live from the Red Valley mess room with a warm bottle of dessert wine, seeing in the birthday of our lord and saviour by treating myself to a Christmas movie. Well,perhaps not an actual bona fide Christmas movie per se, because the collection here appears to contain no discernible festive...oh wait… Jingle All The Way. Two? Jingle All The Way Two? Who made a sequel to Jingle All The - WWE Studios? What the fuck is this?

HE FRISBEES IT.

WARREN: Actually, this DVD collection appears to have been lifted wholesale from Second Time Around. I think every second-hand place has more or less the same collection. Romcoms with red titles on white backgrounds, yes...not one but two copies of The Day After Tomorrow, yes...ex rental copy of The Passion of the Christ, never saw it, save it for Easter...Ah...the unwanted garbage sequel category...Godfather 3, Die Hard 5, Terminator: Genisys, ugh, Prometheus...come on...oh, wait, A Christmas Carol. Oh for fuck sake, CGI Jim Carrey version! Is it too much to ask for a muppet?

THROWS IT BACK.

CUT TO: TIME HAS PASSED. WARREN IS ON THE SOFA.

WARREN: So… Rodrigo didn't make it out of the final test on Tuesday. I came out first, I was in the recovery bay when whatever happened happened. They won't tell me what took place of course. But he's definitely dead. Saw Rumpleteazer mopping up the corridor afterwards. Not as bad as with Ryan, er… they were sponging down the cryosuite for half a day after whatever they did to him. Was he...when was that, was he… was he … was hethird or fourth to go? Why can't I remember that?

WARREN: I thought Rodrigo was going to win. He was young, barely mid-20s, pretty fit. Massive thighs. He was an addict, I knew that much. That was probably it. Still I… I thought he'd last longer than me.

WARREN: I don't really know what happens now. Just Mungojerrie left to tend to the place over the festive season, must've drawn the short straw. Halbech and Rumpleteazer disappeared a couple of days ago. They left in a truck instead of getting picked up by the usual helicopter.Bunch of Overhead roadies jumped out, packed up a lot of stuff this time. Definitely get the feeling that things are wrapping up round here. Jerrie’s in the farmhouse… don't know what he's up to. All looks cosy from here.

WARREN: It's not my first Christmas alone. I actually prefer them that way. Infinitely superior to the holidays I used to have growing up. Boo hoo… Woe is me, getting maudlin. Anyway, I expect whatever the next test is, it'll be the last one. So, let’s make the most of the night. Maybe I'll give Prometheus another shot. How bad can it be. Toodle pip.

CUT FOR THAT ENTRY, BUT THE TAPE ROLLS ON.

GORDON: Well, that wasn't quite the festive cheer I was hoping for, but hey, you're the one who-

WARREN CUTS IN.

WARREN: Oh my god. Oh my god. What was I thinking? Why...why was Guy Pearce even in that movie, why wouldn't you just hire an old person to play an old person...why did they run away from the doughnut spaceship when it was falling over in that direction, if they just turned 90 degrees and they wouldn’t have... forget it. Fine, Let’s do it, CGI Christmas Carol. Goodnight.

PAUSE.

GORDON: Okay. Do we think you're finished or-

BLUE SKY: Sorry, are you talking to me?

GORDON: No, I'm not talking to you. We're still not tal-

WARREN: Why would Robert Zemeckis dedicate so much time to making so many films about creepy dead eyed PlayStation characters? Why? What do you gain? Creepy android Jim Carrey as Ebenezer Scrooge, if Michael Caine was here, he'd step on your fucking neck-

CUT.

BLUE SKY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

GORDON: Warren doesn't enjoy the motion capture period of the director Robert Zemeckis.

BLUE SKY: Robert Zemeckis is a film director who came to promi-

GORDON: I know!

WARREN: Who asked for more Die Hards? Who the fuck is Jai Courtney? No one knows!

GORDON: I'm sure I had some kind of plan for the Ghost of Christmas Present section of all this, but I've completely forgotten it.

WARREN: He’s here. He's in Terminator: Genisys as well! Who the fuck is this guy? How is he playing the son of John McClane and Kyle Reese-

BLUE SKY: Jai Courtney is an Australian actor-

GORDON: Oh my god! Everyone stop talking!

THE TAPE STOPS.

GORDON: Jesus. Well, this was remarkably similar to a family Christmas at my parents’ house, so thanks for that little triggering episode. I think I need some freezing cold air.

GORDON GETS UP TO LEAVE.

GORDON: Oh! Wait! I forgot the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come! Bit of a reach this but it's the best I could do in these uncertain times. A voicemail I got last night.

GORDON HITS VOICEMAIL ON HIS PHONE AND TURNS THE SPEAKER UP LOUD.

VOICEMAIL: Message received at 23:40 p.m. on Monday the 23rd of December.

A PARTY, IN A PUB MAYBE. CLIVE SCHILL, DRUNK, TO THE MELODY OF SILENT NIGHT:

CLIVE: Gordon night, Porlock night, Fuck this up, I'll set you on fire, alight, that's better, I'll set you alight.

CLIVE DROPS HIS PHONE.

VOICEMAIL: Next message received yesterday at 23:43 p.m. on Monday the 23rd of December.

CLIVE: Away in a Gordon, a dick on his head, the little lord Gordon is such a dickhead, I'll be coming in January to see how you are, if you've messed up anything I'll hit you with my car. I'll actually be coming in a helicopter though. A hel-ee-cop-tahh. Merry Christmas bitch, see you soon, love to Warren, kisses, what a dick. Oh hello darling, sorry Daddy was just making a phone call to one of his special frien-

GORDON TURNS OFF THE VOICEMAIL, AND SPENDS A MOMENT CHANGING THE TAPE BACK TO PUS CRANK.

GORDON: So that's something to look forward to, isn't it. I'll leave the music with you for a while. Look… I'll be back tomorrow, we can sing some carols or something. Merry Christmas, Warren.

HE TURNS PUS CRANK BACK UP AND WALKS AWAY.

CUT TO:OUTSIDE THE STATION. IT'S DARK, EVENING. LITTLE BREEZE, JUST SNOW FALLING SOFTLY. GORDON HAS LIT A BONFIRE. IT CRACKLES AS HE STANDS BY IT, STAMPING HIS FEET TRYING TO WARM UP.

GORDON: Personal log. It’s Christmas Eve. Oh, no, it’s it's actually Christmas Day now. I lit a fire with the left over wood. Thought it would be a problem with the snow falling but I tossed the dregs of some anaesthetic vapour over it. Nearly took my bloody eyebrows off.

THE FIRE CRACKLES AS GORDON THINKS.

GORDON: Don't know what I was thinking expecting anything cheerful to come from Warren's Christmas Eve. Bit of blind festive optimism I suppose. Anyway, that was actually his last tape. So, I know what happened next. They went for the big one, they put him under properly. Just like he is now. You know… I haven't really talked about what happened that first night here. Bryony let me watch it all. And I did, I stood there and I watched. They put him under general anaesthetic, put a tube in his mouth to ventilate him, started putting all these lines in his arteries and veins. They put gunk in his eyes to protect them and covered them up with goggles. They gave him an infusion to bring down his core temperature.

GORDON: Then… they transferred him into that pod, the giant cigar tube. No one was concerned. Except me. The pod then filled with water, or what looked like water. You could feel the cold coming off it. They let me touch it. It's like er… jelly. And all the time his heart is slowing, all the beeps are dropping in tone and pace and it looked like no one wanted to help, that they were just going to watch him… die.

GORDON: And then it all went quiet. And then the most absurd little ring tone noise, like when Sonic gets an extra life or something. And he was...hypersleeping. And I went to my new bedroom and had a panic attack. So... er, yeah… there we go! A little taste of life at Red Valley.

GORDON COMES OUT OF HIS THOUGHTS AND STEPS BACK FROM THE FIRE, GOING TO PICK UP A FIRE EXTINGUISHER HE BROUGHT WITH HIM.

GORDON: The fire’s gone down now. I could let the snow put it out but it’s much more fun using the fire extinguisher, never used one in the real world, but here I use it all the time.

WITH A LOUD HISS GORDON LETS RIP, PUTTING OUT THE FIRE IN A FEW SECONDS.

GORDON: Yippee ki yay Mother Hubbard! THE FIRE HISSES AS IT DIES.GORDON: There is something to being out here all alone in the dark. You can be completely...honest.

HE THINKS FOR A MOMENT, BEFORE YELLING TO THE SKIES:

GORDON: I WATCHED PROMETHEUS THE OTHER NIGHT AND I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS THAT BAAAAAAAAD!

SUDDENLY, IN THE DISTANCE, A SOUND. A CAR ENGINE STARTING.

GORDON: What was that?

HEADLIGHTS HAVE TURNED ON.

GORDON: What the...Hey!

HE STARTS TO RUN TO THE SOURCE OF THE NOISE. THE CAR, OR VAN, OR WHATEVER IT IS, STARTS PULLING A THREE POINT TURN, TO LEAVE.

GORDON: Hey! If you didn't want to be seen, don't shine your full beams at me! Hey! I didn't mean that about Prometheus! Come back!

THE VEHICLE HAS TURNED AND WITH A CRUNCH OF GEARS AND WHEEL SPIN ON GRAVEL, DEPARTS. GORDON RUNS ON FOR ANOTHER MOMENT BEFORE GIVING UP.

GORDON: You better have been Santa!

HE TAKES A MOMENT TO CATCH HIS BREATH.

GORDON: Does Santa drive a camper van?

END.

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timhatchlive · 2 years ago

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Can We Thank God For His Anger?

This is an important question. One that reveals a lot about who we are. Can we thank God for his anger?

Many cannot. They see God's anger as an inconvenienct to the life they want to lead. They want a God who is only nice and kind and never places a demand upon them of faithful obedience. This sort of "god" is one of their own making - a nice thought, like a guardian angel or spiritual advisor. But this is NOT the God of heaven. He will not let His people act unrighteously without warning and punishment. The reason God's people can be thankful for His anger is that His anger is perfectly measured, just and most important - soul-saving!

Finishing off the Isaiah 6-12 section, the prophet closes with a song of praise for God's judgment executed swiftly on the nation that disobeyed.

Isaiah 12:1 (ESV) You will say in that day: “I will give thanks to you, O LORD, for though you were angry with me, your anger turned away, that you might comfort me.

You CAN give God thanks for His anger. Why? Because sin never delivers on its promises. Sin offers what it cannot supply. Sin puts you on the throne and you are a horrible king. God loves His people enough to draw them back from the years of justified discipline.

Isaiah reminds the people further:

Isaiah 12:2 (ESV) “Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”

When God disciplines us, He does so to remove our false trusts and hopes. The vain idols we turn to for protection fail! For this reason, we can be thankful that He will not let us gain ground trusting those shifting sands on which we may be tempted to build our lives.

Moreover, Isaiah describes a people not simply thankful but rejoicing in God's work toward them. Why? Because in finding in Him alone our salvation we find there is a well of water waiting for us.

Isaiah 12:3–4 (ESV) With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. 4 And you will say in that day: “Give thanks to the LORD, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the peoples, proclaim that his name is exalted.

The people will sing exuberantly of the work of the Lord:

Isaiah 12:5-6 (ESV) “Sing praises to the LORD, for he has done gloriously; let this be made known in all the earth. 6 Shout, and sing for joy, O inhabitant of Zion, for great in your midst is the Holy One of Israel.”

What a picture of a true relationship with the Lord. You're thankful and worshipful when He doesn't let you wander. This, of course, is not the natural picture most have when it comes to His judgments and wrath. But any true relationship requires anger at events that cause harm to those we love. A father is angered by his child's disobedience which may lead to harm. A spouse is angered by a flirting tendency in their beloved. Anger is a necessary part of healthy and committed relationships.

You can be thankful and praiseful toward God for His unwillingness to share you with the idols of this age. His discipline toward you is the surest sign you belong to Him!

Hebrews 12:6 (ESV) For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.”

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So they got through the rot, decided to go Back to to village to talk to the other returning groups for more info (also there's a big hand sticking out of the rot that seemed to make Jess panic) and as they get back they realize the rot got bigger

And find a child, not a rot zombie Yet but infected (holding the months old corpse of her younger sister, she's one of the npcs kids), and eventually fix it but her eyes turned into goop

Unimportant shit happens that leads to vera and menson having a Civil conversation, leading to Jess and the hand having an Angsty conversation (not exact lines bc it's been a few hours+ not the whole convo)

"she doesn't need me here"

"if she doesn't need you she Definitely doesn't me, out of the two of us who Could have been there for her but wasn't."

"my effect on those around me- it's not good, i simply make everything worse"

"why hasn't anything happened to me then. I've been around you for Thousands of years"

(they continue this line of conversation for like another minute, starts back in Jess again)

"listen, I don't Know what would have happened to Anna if it weren't for you, but I can tell you what would have happened to Morte and me, we would be Dead."

And then eventually the hand says it will leave when more of it's power has returned, but it also Basically Asks Jess to come with it (in a roundabout ass way of asking, but Basically asking)

Amd then vera straight up tells it to leave, so Morte punches her

And because Accidental magic, he Almost Kills her (she had like 5 heath left, that fucker hits Hard)

And Morte freaks out because Holy Shit he almost accidentally ANOTHER person, after accidentally killing His Whole Ass Village

Menson sees his dad, which is a VERY bad thing (Jess tries to calm him down "i don't know what freaked you out and I wont push, but I will Not let vera lose the one person who hasn't failed her one way or another")

After calming Morte down they meet back up because the party got a bit split up

And before vera shows up Jess loses contact (not all the way yet) with her patron (the ghost of her sister) she freaks out, the hand (psychically) says shit like "I’m here, I’m always here, you aren’t alone" and "i understand, you know how I do, but try to focus on the blessing of the time you have had. You know how everything fades, Jess, everything but us" (the hands player Wants Me Dead i swear)

And then Jess talks about the thing breaking out of the rot, and what she knows ( "have any of you heard the legend, about 8 adventurers slaying a great evil at the cost of the lives of six of them, with one of the survivors dying and the other disappearing at the same time? Well, what the legend doesn't tell you, is that all of them were meant to die, and one of them never did" "that legend is a few thousand years old" "fifteen thousand." And then a chorus of 'oh's

And hearing how much he's took from Jess causes The Hand to go from 'maybe he didn't end the world on purpose let's wait to cast judgement' to Promising to Wrath Of God that fucker (specifically, Repeatedly, Forever. Jess says she wants it dead and it {in different words} says that death is too kind for him, if this is enough to make it That Angry IMGAINE how pissed it will be when he Kills Jess)

They talked about the tethers wardens, found out xen was a member and didn't trust him, so he Cut Off His Hand With The Brand On It (I don't know why I made him do that instead of just the Top of his hand) to prove he wasn't loyal

and vera comes back, having heard word that her sister (ash, the daughter of the woman who kidnapped her) is Alive, and they make plans to get her out, leading to the tethers wardens coming up, leading to then finding out Xen Was a member, leading to distrust amd even Menson getting suspicious, so Xen cuts his hand off. (The one with the tethers wardens brand)

The hand is still suspicious, so Jess brings up that anna was raised by the wardens. Which The Hand didn't know.

Leading to The Hand freaking out and making the crack (a Tiny Bit) bigger and generally having a bad time

After Jess' Best attempts at fixing her Fuck Up and the hand going outside to blow something up (far away from anyone. or anything flameable) The Hand eventually manages to pretend it's regained it's composure and then vera talks to it

Saying that she doesn't blame it for what happened to her (the hand replies to this with "I Do" i will repeat, The Hand's player Wants Me Dead) and that she wants to trust it, but can't yet, because that last person she trusted, was Angela (The Woman who kidnapped her and replaced her memories)

And then they talk about Anna and learning that she was considered a traitor by the tethers wardens calms it down even more

It's not fully convinced, but it's Much calmer

And that's were we ended the session!

In the middle of dnd as I type, but HOLY shit today's session

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happilyhertale · 2 years ago

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you!

This is my first fic so please be nice :) I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope you like it. The events are not entirely similar from the series

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2,3k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You have waited a long time for this day. And now it was finally here. Your legs are wriggling and you are nervously fiddling with your dress as you look out of the carriage window and see the towers of the Red Keep approaching. Far too long you have been away. Six years have passed since the terrible events of Driftmark. After your parents took you and your siblings and brought you back to Dragonstone. "Y/N is everything all right? You're about to have the threads of the dress in your hands one by one if you keep this up."

Your father, Daemon Targaryen. Many fear him. Rightly so, you think. Countless times you hung on his every word as he told you how he went into battle and defeated his enemies. Or when he simply read you tales of dragons. You love him dearly, if you can put it that way, you are father's girl. And he treats you with the same warmth. He loves you with all his heart and to only a few people can Daemon Targaryen show affection or even love, but you are one of them. He would do and give anything to keep you safe. It would break his heart if he failed to protect you from the dangers of the world or simply if you did not feel loved.

It started with your birth. Your mother Rheanyra Targaryen was married to Laenor Velaryon. They already had a son together, your brother, Jacaerys Verlaryon. You love your brother very dearly. He's the kind of brother you always have fun with and who's there for you. As children, you played an incredible number of pranks and sometimes they went so far that the servants complained to your parents. When it got to the point where it seemed that Jace and you were not in control, they felt compelled to go to Daemon. They were sorry, because no one wanted to arouse the "wrath" of a dragon, but they had no other choice. If you were unlucky, Daemon would end up standing in front of you and giving you a telling off. But, what the servants didn't know, he could never keep it up for long when you looked at him with sad eyes and muttered "sorry daddy". You call him Daddy or Dad because you couldn't call him Daemon when you were a child. As a child, you wanted to call him Daemon, like all adults did. But all that came out of your mouth was "Dad". If you felt very close to him at certain moments or if you wished for something, it also became "Daddy". And to this day, you just call him Daddy. So the roles soon became clear, as soon as you were in trouble with Daemon, Jace would sent you ahead and let you call him daddy.

But when you were born, the shock was great. Your mother lay in labour on Dragonstone for over two days, even though a new life was to begin, it was a fight for life and death for Rhaenyra. Jace was already born on Dragonstone, as it was important for Rhaenyra to give birth to her children, heirs to the blood of Targaryen and the Iron Throne, on Dragonstone. Laenor was continuously by Rhaenyra's side and held her hand. Daemon was always close by to be there for your mother from a safe distance. Visibly nervous, he watched the birth. But when the maesters finally took you out and you took your first breaths in this world, your father got a fright that was quickly replaced by the feeling of joy and infinite love. As the maesters held you, your silver hair came out, your fair, porcelain skin seemed to reflect the incoming sun. Daemon knew at once, you were his daughter. When Rhaenyra finally held you in her arms, overjoyed, she simply smiled. She hugged you close to her and looked over at Daemon, who nodded lovingly at her. She looked down at you, stroking, your soft cheek as your eyes opened and Rhaenyra saw the most beautiful purple eyes she had ever seen. Laenor smiled and embraced Rhaenyra and you.

"She is the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom," gently he caressed your cheek, "What name shall she have?"

"Y/N Velaryon" says Rhaenyra with a loving smile on her lips. The understanding between Rhaenyra and Laenor was clear, everyone was allowed to have their lovers as long as the marital duties were fulfilled. Laenor was slow in fulfilling his marital duties, and so it came about from time to time that when Rhaenyra and Daemon met, they could not hold back their feelings for long.

The result of these actions was now you and that changed everything for Daemon. When he could finally hold you in his arms, it was over for him. He held you and you looked at him silently, this moment was so precious for him and he simply enjoyed this silence. When he tried to touch you, you reflexively grabbed his finger. His breath caught in his throat and he only had eyes for your small hand clutching his finger. He knew that he would not give you away.

That very evening Daemon went to Rhaenyra.

"I will take her to Viserys. I will tell him that she is my daughter and that he should confirm her legitimacy. She is no Velaryon, she is pure fire of the Targaryens."

Rhaenyra just stared at him at him. "You can't do that! Everyone would know I committed adultery! You can't, she must officially remain the daughter of Laenor."

Daemon began to smirk. "With all due love, but when you look at little Jace, do you really think anyone would think you hadn't committed adultery?"

"Daemon!", she looks at him in horror, "You can't go to my father and ask him to acknowledge my adultery and make her your daughter. No one in the entire realm has that right. Therefore, neither do you. Bastards of high Lords from all over the land would come and ask Viserys to recognize the legitimacy of these children."

"Rhaenyra, regardless of the love I have for you. But don't you ever dare call my daughter a bastard again. Viserys has the ability to recognize her and he will. I don't care about the rest of the realm. She is my daughter and she will be recognized as such."

"And what do you want to say to Laenor? Rub my adultery in his face publicly in front of the entire realm?"

"Oh come on! He lives just as happy a life, stuffed like a goose by his lover. Nothing is rubbed in his face, I have great respect for him, but I want the recognition that Y/N is my daughter. And besides, what are you trying to rub in my face by forbidding me to stand by my daughter in public?"

"He's right Rhaenyra." Suddenly Laenor stood in the room.

"Laenor...", she gasps as she turns towards the door.

"No he is right Rhaenyra. And you know that. She is his daughter. She has the Targaryen fire in her, the purple eyes, her soft white skin. He should have the chance to stand by his daughter publicly." Laenor simply nodded silently at Daemon.

So it came about that Daemon took you, his little dragon and Rhaenyra with him and they set off for King's Landing.

"We really need to sort this matter out urgently because…", King Viserys paused as he heard noises from outside. "There's a small council meeting going on right now, you can't just go in there. Prince Daemon…!" The guard tried to stop Daemon and grabbed him by the arm. With this movement, Daemon felt that the guard was getting too close to you. "If you don't get your arm out of my daughter's reach right now, I'll make sure you lose it altogether." And with that, the door opened and Viserys looked irritatedly at the entrance. Standing in the doorway was his brother, Daemon, with an infant in his arms. Right behind him stood his daughter, Rhaenyra. "Daemon, Rhaenyra? It's really good to see you, but as you can see, you're bursting right into a meeting of the small council."

"Viserys, brother, I have a very urgent matter to discuss with you." Viserys looked at him questioningly and hesitated briefly, "Daemon… please, go to the small hall, I will try to be with you as soon as possible." "Father… please, it is really urgent and we would be very much obliged if you could talk to us immediately"

And with these sentences Rhaenyra spoke for the first time for this recognition.

Rhaenyra was afraid. She wanted you to be recognised as Daemon's daughter, but at the same time she was worried about Jace. If you were legitimised, voices might be raised that if she had been unfaithful to Laenor before, she might have been so with her first child. And gods know what that was about. "Perhaps we can also postpone the last matter for today until tomorrow? It seems my brother and daughter have a big problem to discuss." Viserys spoke to his council, but could not take his eyes off the little bundle on Daemon's arm. The members of the small council nodded and then left the room.

Viserys looked helplessly into the faces of Daemon and Rhaenyra. "Can someone perhaps explain to me what is going on here?" Rhaenyra then took you from Daemon's arm and walked towards Viserys. She smiled warmly at him. "Father, this is your grandchild, Y/N. I gave birth to her, just about a week ago." Viserys was visibly moved. You were so small and delicate and had him wrapped around your finger immediately.

"Oh how delightful, this sweet little child. Hello my sweet darling." As Daemon stepped towards him, Viserys looked up. "As you can see, she is the pure flame of Targaryen blood. Her purple eyes, her porcelain-like skin, her shimmering silver hair." Viserys nodded silently, visibly pleased, he lowered his gaze to you again. "Brother, I want you to recognize her legitimacy." Viserys looked at him irritatingly, "Why should I recognize her legitimacy when she is obviously a Targaryen as well as my daughter's daughter?" "I am her father," Daemon said dryly. It seemed Viserys didn't quite understand at first. Or he didn't want to understand. A simple "How…?" left his lips. "Do you really want me to explain to you now how children are made, brother? Judging by Rhaenyra's three younger siblings, I'd say you're well aware of how it works." "Daemon!" Rhaenyra hissed.

"Oh thank you brother, but I can just about manage that. My question would rather be how it is that my daughter, who is married to Laenor Velaryon, manages to father a child with you"

"Father..," Rhaenyra said, but Daemon interrupted her.

"No, Rhaenyra, I want that legitimacy, I will talk," Daemon raised his hand slightly in her direction and then turned back to Viserys, "Viserys, brother, you know as well as I do that Laenor is neglecting his marital duties. I love Rhaenyra. Just as I loved her before she married Laenor, I still love her…" At these words Rhaenyra's heart warmed and she smiled. "…From that love, Y/N has now come forth. I love her, she is my daughter and I will not rest until she is officially recognized as that" "What..? ", Viserys looked irritatedly back and forth between Daemon and Rhaenyra, "Daemon, how do you imagine this? I just say she's your daughter and that's it? That's not possible."

"It is possible! You are the King! I ask you brother, and you know I don't ask often, but please, enable me to be a good father. Public, not behind any walls."

"I'm not quite sure… What does Laenor say about all this? Rhaenyra?" Rhaenyra stepped forward, now standing next to Daemon. She seemed hesitant, but was convinced she was doing the right thing, "It's definitely a complicated situation, father. But Laenor agrees. So am I. It's not easy and I'm afraid that in the process… Jace's lineage might be called into question, after all it would become official that I was unfaithful to Laenor at least once."

Daemon took Rhaenyra's hand in his and stroked it gently.

"But we agree, Daemon shouldn't be deprived of the opportunity to be a loving father. After all, we know he doesn't care for many people.”

Daemon smirked and looked at Viserys.

Viserys was torn, but finally said, "Okay. Daemon, I will. She will officially be your daughter. But I want you to always stand up for her, stand by her side and be a loving father."

"I stand here for nothing less. Thank you brother."

Viserys nodded and turned to Rhaenyra. "Have no fear. You are my daughter. The heir to the throne. Jace is my grandson and no one will question his lineage. I promise you that."

"Thank you Father", Rhaenyra smiled sweetly at him.

"And to you my little one, you are now officially a Targaryen. Y/N Targaryen."

Viserys kissed you lovingly on the forehead and handed you over to Daemon. When Daemon held you again, he looked at you. He smiled. The warm purple eyes that beamed at him warmed his heart. He kissed you gently on the forehead and murmured, "My little dragon." As Daemon and Rhaenyra left the room, they were happy. Rhaenyra had to wipe away a few tears, but she was happy.

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You look up into your father's face, "Naah I'm fine. I'm just excited. I mean, I haven't seen my uncles and aunt in years… Haven't heard from them… That's weird. We kind of grew up together and then all of a sudden it was just nothing. I'm excited to see how they've changed."

"How Aemond changed?", Daemon looks at you with a smirk.

You blush and look at your father in shock. "Dad! No!"

Daemon raises his eyebrows and looks at you, "Well, this "no" came a little quickly", he still smirks at you.

"Well I mean.. yeah we were close but we haven't talked since and I don't even know if he still likes me or what he's like now", and your hands were fiddling with your dress again. Your mother recognises your distress and encourages you by taking hold of your knee.

"Everything's fine, it's going to be nice. We'll spend the couple of weeks here, enjoying the festivities for Aegon and Helaena's wedding, and then we'll head back"

You smile at your mother. And then you look at your father and you say, "Also, I'm nervous because I wasn't allowed to fly here with Meraxes. Now I don't have any kind of adequate defense when you're bugging me with statements like that."

Daemon just chuckles and looks at you naggingly. Rhaenyra scowls at Daemon, but he simply takes her hand and kisses it. As you roll your eyes and look out the window, you realize you've arrived. Now you are full of nervousness. As the carriages come to a halt, a voice outside the carriage calls out "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen…" And with that you step out of the carriage behind your parents and see your relatives.

And you just smile.

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minniepetals · 3 years ago

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Rose & Thorns: 10

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!bts x reader

— genre: angst / slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 8.0k

— warnings: none

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10

You stood in the hall of the castle on the left of Namjoon while Hoseok stood on his right, faces grim and serious as you could feel all eyes on you with the intriguing fact that a Keeper was in their clan, a Keeper the clans haven’t had since hundreds of years ago. None of them were alive to live through the years when the first Keeper had been chosen so to know that another Keeper was made was quite fascinating to them, you were sure.

But you could also tell that some dragons still doubted your loyalty, knowing fully well how many of them did not have good histories with your kind. But you weren’t going to let them faze you. Namjoon often reminded you to look confident no matter how much they may scare you. After all, looking small and vulnerable in front of the dragons would only give them more doubt and you knew you had to gain their trust and show them that you were capable of being a Keeper more than anything.

As the steps of the leader of the Southern Clan began to echo into the room and the whispering voices died down, Namjoon took his respective bow with you and Hoseok automatically following along, heads lowered in respect as you stared at the floor below you.

It was nerve wracking being in a room full of dragons you had never seen before but you knew you had to remain strong.

“Prince Namjoon.” Surprisingly the voice was light and friendly as the prince spoke your leader’s name. He rose upon the call of his name with you and Hoseok following and could see the kind smile prince Daesung was giving him. “Welcome to our Clan.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon gave him a short nod before his gaze fell to Hoseok.

“Prince Hoseok.”

“Your highness.”

“And,” he turned his head your way and the moment his eyes met yours, you could see the way his eyes widened a little, falling silent at the sight of you with a delicate hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Oh my,” he whispered in a small gasp, blinking one moment before breaking into a bright smile that practically lit up the entire room and the next thing you knew he had rushed in front of you with his hands grabbing ahold of yours, squeezing it tight. “You didn’t tell me she was so adorable!” The prince squealed with delight, surprising you with a sudden embrace that caught you off guard and your eyes were quick to dart to your dragons with a flustered expression plastered onto your face.

The way their eyes darkened slightly almost brought shivers down your spine.

“Human girls are the cutest thing ever! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting one in real life!! Tell me!” He backed away just enough to face you again as you could feel yourself blushing at how close he was. “Keeper of the Dragons, what is your name, dear one?”

“U-uh,” you stuttered, feeling slightly uncomfortable by the close proximity but knowing not to be rude in his presence, “Y..Y/N.”

You thought his eyes had lit up even more. “What a pretty name! You’re so—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hoseok quickly stepped in to grab you by the shoulder and pulled you back to his arms with a displeased look on his face. “Prince Daesung. Whether she is a human or not, you must remember that our Keeper is still a lady.”

“Oh my.” Totally ignoring Hoseok’s warnings, prince Daesung could only wiggle more with excitement as his eyes returned to you again. “I know jealousy when I see it and I must say, to woo the seven princes of the East Clan is quite a bold move of yours, precious Y/N.”

“Huh?” You began to panic as your hands came up to wave with denial. “No, I-I didn’t—”

“Not that I’m saying it’s a bad thing. I would do the same if I had the pretty looks you do. How’d they find such an adorable face such as yourself? Or did you find them first? I’m sure these possessive dragons stole you away to make you fall in love with them, didn’t they?”

“W-wait! They didn’t—”

“Prince Daesung, stop teasing the little one already.” Namjoon let out a tired sigh.

“I can’t help it!” The prince chortled with a sly grin. “She’s even more pretty when she blushes so easily like that.”

You could see his followers looking away or hanging their heads in shame at their prince’s words and you realized that you were totally baited by the South Clan’s leader, making you even more embarrassed than before.

As if reading your thoughts, Hoseok gave you a squeeze. “Don’t worry. Prince Daesung likes to spew nonsense so don’t take him too seriously.”

Offended, prince Daesung gave out a dramatic gasp. “Rude!”

“Forgive me for the impolite behavior of my dear brother.” You turned at the sound of the voice that was laced with poised to find a young lady a few feet taller than you. She had her head bowed with a hand rested against her heart, showing both grace and a dignified manner and you could tell almost immediately who she was after learning a few things about the South Clan. “Are you alright, milady?” Princess Soyeon asked with a slight concern as she addressed you.

“Yes, your highness,” you told her with a small smile, a bit taken back by how different the two siblings were.

She returned the smile with her own before turning to her brother with a displeased glare. “Not only is Y/N a lady but she is also the sole Keeper of the Dragons. You cannot disrespect the lady like that.”

Her scolding made prince Daesung look away with a pout. “You cannot expect me to ignore the cute.”

“Would you like to feel the wrath of our neighboring princes as well?”

Though the prince did not respond to that as he refused to meet his sister’s glare, you cocked your head slightly to the side with confusion upon her words. “Wrath?”

Princess Soyeon looked back at you with softer eyes and a faint smile as she eyed your two princes. “Us dragons are very possessive creatures. If anyone tries to touch our treasures, it may turn into conflicts. They may not look like it but I am sure prince Namjoon and prince Hoseok weren’t exactly fond of my brother touching you.”

You looked over your shoulder at the two of them who stood tall behind you and found Namjoon meeting your eyes with a slight raise to his brow almost as if confirming the assumption of the princess, making your cheeks warm up again.

“Again, please forgive my brother. I will make sure he does not do anything to offend you again.”

“Ah, it…” you shook your head with a smile, “it’s alright.”

“Now then,” with a sudden clap echoing into the large room, prince Daesung began to dismiss the members of his clan. “You’ve gotten a good look at our dear Keeper and see that she is a beautiful lady and anyone beautiful is worth trusting so—”

“Our relationship with the Eastern Clan is clear enough to show that we have no reason to mistrust them,” princess Soyeon stated in a loud, clear voice as she totally ignored the voice of her brother who responded with a glare of his own. But even though she had interrupted him, he let her go on to address the crowd. “We all know that the only way a human can become a Keeper is through the will of our own ancestors and we know never to question their decisions. If they have chosen Y/N as the new Keeper of the Dragons then that is the decision that we must accept. If anyone has any problem with that, know that you will be going against our own ancestors.”

Her voice, so poised and filled with charisma, was enough to let her warriors know that she wasn’t going to tolerate anyone that would go against having you as their Keeper and for that, you felt so thankful to the princess.

Once the room finally cleared away and all that was left were the five of you along with a few trusted warriors of the Southern Clan, you knew it was all business now.

“Your highnesses,” Namjoon began and it was enough to let the princess understand what he wanted to discuss.

She turned to follow her brother as she spoke and the rest of you followed along to their steps. “I am sure you must be wanting to discuss the agreement between the three clans upon accepting the Keeper.”

“That’s correct,” he gave a firm nod.

You walked beside Hoseok, silently listening in as your nerves began to reappear once again. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy even if the South Clan seemed friendly but you hoped things would work out well in the end.

“The other clans may not be as lenient but we do not plan on using Y/N for all of the wars that will be fought in the future,” she was quick to assure. “Whether she is a Keeper or not, we will not lay so low as to use someone outside of our clan as a tool in order to fight our wars.”

“Besides,” chiming in, you met the eyes of the prince as he looked over his shoulder for a brief moment and sent you a smirk, “who would want to send a beautiful lady into the battlegrounds?” He turned back again, sounding a little more exasperated this time. “However, we all know prince Hyungwoo and prince Seojoon aren’t going to be as kind as us.”

As the door to a room opened up, you all walked into their meeting hall and immediately took your seats in order to continue discussing.

“The princes of the North and West know not to reject a Keeper but you must be prepared for what challenges they will have you facing.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side at princess Soyeon. “Challenges?”

“To see how powerful you can be.”

“They won’t do anything unethical now will they?” Hoseok frowned.

“If they realize the little one has joined your little circle of lovers then perhaps they will take not offending you more into account,” prince Daesung opined with a light shrug. “But the two of them are quite unpredictable, especially prince Hyungwoo of the North, so it’s best to keep your guard up. Prince Seojoon is rational but it’s hard to please that man.” He propped his elbow upon the grand table, resting his chin onto his hand as he looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “Be careful, dear Y/N, dragons can be quite prideful and if someone comes in to threaten their position in this little game of ours, it can get a little nasty.”

You could feel a shiver running down your spine but it fell away too soon as you felt Hoseok’s hand suddenly holding yours. When you turned your head towards him, he graced you with a kind smile. “There’s no need to be afraid, we’ll be right there with you,” he whispered softly, allowing your heart to relax again.

“Major wars do not occur very often,” princess Soyeon added truthfully, “and if they do, we often deal with it on our own with our own dragons. But if there is ever an emergency that forces us to seek help, I hope that you will allow us to call for you.”

“Of course,” you gave her a firm nod with a determined gaze. “I will be prepared for the day I am asked to help fight the wars.”

She returned the nod just as firmly before letting herself relax just for a moment to spare you a small smile. “Thank you, Keeper, and thank you princes of the East for finding her.”

It was their unquestioned trust in you that made you believe in yourself more.

“What are you thinking about?”

The prince had allowed your stay in the South as the sun was already beginning to set by the time the meeting was over and as you sat on the grand bed prepared for you and your princes, Namjoon took a seat beside you after changing into proper sleepwear, wondering why you looked so distant all on your own.

You didn’t want to bother them with your concerns so you shook your head lightly with a faint smile thrown his way to try and ease the tension that hadn’t faded from the moment the three of you left the Eastern mountains.

“Right now it feels just right to take up prince Daesung’s offer to stay here a while longer and postpone our travel plans for the West and North, doesn’t it? I know you’re anxious,” Hoseok said with a wry smile as he went on to sit beside you on your other side.

“But,” Namjoon took ahold of your hand and placed it on top of his palm where it rested upon his lap, and began to rub small circles on the back of your hand as a way of comfort, “I know you miss the others and cannot wait to go home.”

How was it that they knew you so well? You could still recall those moments when they couldn’t trust a word you said and had treated you poorly but looking at them at this moment, you could find nothing but love in their eyes and that alone warmed your cold, anxious heart.

“It hasn’t even been a day,” you lamented as your eyes cast down to the gentle hands that were still caressing yours. “I miss them so much.”

“You’re right,” Hoseok said in a soft manner as he thought back to that morning the three of you took your leave and placed an arm over your shoulders with a small squeeze. “It isn’t often we go our separate ways outside of our lands.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Namjoon said, nodding. “There are some of us who haven't even seen the world outside our own lands despite being princes.”

Your eyes widened a bit at the revelation. “No way. Who?”

“Jimin and Taehyung.”

“Why is that?”

“Jimin looks after our prisoners, as you know, so it really doesn’t matter much to him because he’s sadly almost always in the dungeons. As for Taehyung, the younger one has to look after the little ones so he doesn’t get out much either,” explained Hoseok. It made sense, you should have known of those facts before they even told you but it still made it sad to be able to hear of the two of them being stuck in the clan everyday.

“So what are the occasions when traveling outside our lands?” You asked them.

Namjoon gave you a small grin. “Well for one, meetings like these. But I have meetings with the clan leaders every full moon. Usually Yoongi will accompany me on those nights. That’s why some days we go missing and are nowhere to be found inside the clan. Seokjin travels if he needs to find special herbs or wishes to learn more about plants and remedies that don't exist on our lands.”

“Those are what he calls his errands,” Hoseok said almost in a whisper as he sent you a wink, causing your mouth to form into a little circle at the epiphany.

“That’s why he takes so long and sometimes comes back so late? I would have loved to accompany him on those journeys.”

They both shared a chuckle.

“You’ve had some bad encounters when leaving the clan, I’m sure hyung only left you out for your sake,” Hoseok explained gently as he stroked your hair before proceeding on. “Jungkook and I sometimes have to do secret patrols that take place outside our lands. Only a very few of us know of that though. They’re sort of like secret investigations to get information on whether a smaller clan will be wanting to rise against us or not in order to prepare for or avoid any future wars.”

“But as you can see, we’ve managed to avoid war for a long time now.”

“Though it doesn’t guarantee the fact that we won’t be going to war again at all.”

As you stared down at your lap, the distressed look on your face made the mood drop as your two princes shared a look of understanding, knowing exactly what you are worried about.

Namjoon lightly squeezed the hand that he held onto as he began to speak again. “I know I cannot promise you that there will be no wars in the future and that even if there is a war that does not concern our clan, you may be called in to be involved as Keeper, but I can promise you that you will never be alone.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes just thinking about the wars that you all would have to face in order to protect your own people.

But Namjoon did not back away from your fear and held onto a gentle smile. “Perhaps it may not be enough to just tell you that you will not be alone but I speak for all of the dragons in our clan when I say this, Y/N. Whether it is a war fought for our own lands or a war you will be called into as Keeper for the other clans, our dragons will be right behind you guarding you at all sides. As a follower, as a friend, as a lover, and as dragons of the Eastern Clan. We are here for you.”

Upon those words that were given unto you, you knew that you could trust them with your life just as you trusted the two of them. It had been a long journey from the moment you and Jungkook escaped your old village and flew into their clan. Many things happened but as time changed, so did their hearts. You were a trusted keeper now, a human your clan believed in without a doubt so it was your turn to put your faith in them.

The journey beyond was still long but you knew you’d be alright as long as they were by your side.

“I love you,” you confessed and their eyes softened.

You were held in between the two of them, huddled so close, making you feel safe and sound and that alone allowed you to believe that everything would be alright.

“Greetings to the prince of the Western Clan.”

The air felt thicker, more tense than it was during that moment where you stood tall in front of the Southern Clan. The Western Clan was not as friendly looking as the Southern Clan but you knew that they valued law and order so although a part of you was filled with anxiety standing before the prince, you also understood that prince Seojoon wasn’t going to be someone who would judge someone that easily just because of their descendants.

“Greetings to the princes of the Eastern Clan,” he returned the formal bow, face as expressionless and as stoic as you’d been warned about. When he turned to look your way, you couldn’t tell what was on his mind. All you knew was that what he saw before him was a simple human girl claiming to be the Keeper of the Dragons.

What did he think of you? Perhaps in his eyes you looked like a frail, weak, human girl who should have never associated herself with the dragons.

It was hard being tested back in the Eastern Clan itself when you first arrived. Many of the dragons hated you at the time but you never let it get to you and tried your best to do what your heart had told you to do. Whether the dragons would accept you or not, you just had to continue doing the job you were meant to do with a golden heart.

If you show weakness, if you let their words and judgement hurt you, you would only look like someone who was not worthy of the Keeper title and that was something you knew you absolutely could not do. You couldn’t taint the reputation of the Eastern Clan, you couldn’t let the other clans shame them. If Namjoon gave you that title because he believed in you and the dragon ancestors accepted you then you had to live up to all of their expectations no matter how unclear the journey before you may lie.

When you greeted the eyes of prince Seojoon whose face revealed no sign of anything, a part of you was still afraid. But you kept your head held up high and perhaps because of that strong facade, his expression did not harden when he met your eyes.

“Keeper.” His voice was rather normal. No tone of disgust, no amount of hatred bleeding through the tip of his tongue. He greeted you as if you were an equal with a short bow and a small nod of acknowledgement.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be seen as something special but you knew and many of the dragons knew that that itself meant that prince Seojoon wasn’t going to reject you as the Keeper.

“Seojoon.” At the call of his name falling out of Namjoon’s lips, the Western prince returned his focus back on the leader of the Eastern Clan.

For a moment all was quiet and tense as the two of them stared at one another as if sending telepathic messages to each other with looks alone. You stood there beside Hoseok, waiting for one of them to break the long silence but it seemed as if none of the two were willing to do so.

You didn’t know much about the history between the two princes nor understood much of what their relationship was but what you did know was that between the two leaders of the Eastern and Western Clan, though they may have once fought from time to time long before Jungkook was captured by your former village, the two of them had this silent mutual respect for one another.

And perhaps that was one of the reasons why prince Seojoon was willing to be the one to break first.

“I was surprised when I received your letter, Namjoon,” he began without so much of a blink in his eyes. “Out of all the crown princes who have taken their positions on the thrones, I never thought you out of the four of us would choose to trust a human and grant them the title of a Keeper. In fact, I always believed you to be the last one to ever be willing.”

Standing tall and proud with no sign of remorse, Namjoon spoke with the same resolve. “It is true that my actions were indeed unexpected but my decisions were not made solely on feelings alone.”

“You are not one to easily trust a human,” the Western prince acknowledged, “so I will trust in the decision you have made. The ancestors have, as it seems, deemed her worthy of the position. However, that does not mean I will blindly put my faith in someone I do not know. Until the Keeper can prove her worth, I will be on the neutral side on neither accepting nor refusing the new Eastern Clan member.”

Prove your worth.

He wanted you to prove your worth as a Keeper in order to accept you as someone needed in the dragan clans. You weren’t sure how to do that, you weren’t even sure how you were going to be someone of good help to the four major clans. Namjoon believed in you and so did the other six, but at the moment their support did not mean much until you could find the strength within yourself to accept the role.

Prince Seojoon was right, you had to prove your worth. But not just for the clans but for your own self as well.

The past years have always treated you horribly, a human woman who had no place anywhere with no purpose in life. Now that you were given such a high honor and set at the center of the dragons, the new profound responsibilities could only make you feel as if you were just another outcast again.

No.

Your princes believed in you and they’d go through any lengths to make sure you were safe and protected. They gave you a place in their clan, cared for you, and made sure everything was alright. It was time to stop hiding in their shadows and prove that you were indeed worthy of such an honorable title and be the one to protect instead.

You were a Keeper now. There was no time to dwindle and convince yourself otherwise.

Seeing the resolve in your eyes rather than shrinking in fear and hiding behind the princes of the Eastern Clan, prince Seojoon was a bit taken back by your strong gaze.

But...it wasn’t a look that he did not exactly hate.

Not bad, he thought, and hid the small look of approval behind his cold exterior.

“Your highness.”

Prince Seojoon stopped walking and turned slowly to find the Keeper who had not spoken even once during his audience with the Eastern Clan’s arrival. You bowed before him in a formal and elegant way, a voice too gentle and soft for a supposed warrior who would eventually have to be used in upcoming battles with the dragons, but he allowed himself not to judge someone based on the exteriors alone.

“What is it, Keeper?”

At least he was calling you by your title, you thought, and let out a hidden sigh before facing the prince with a dignified stance.

“I understand that the relationship between humans and dragons is not a strong one, but I also do not conceive of you as one who would wrongfully judge others based on the fact that I am human alone.”

“You do not, huh?” He replied with the same seriousness as you have written on your face.

“Forgive me if I am overstepping my boundaries but prince Namjoon himself has told me that you are one who sees the person before him as what they are as you see before your eyes. Neither past, race, gender, nor what they were born as will sway your mind into thinking otherwise.”

“And what are you to do with that information?”

You held your head high and met his eyes without falter, keeping in mind the words Namjoon had warned you about with how prince Seojoon did not like it when one spoke about proving oneself while cowering before his eyes. “If me proving my worth to the dragons is all that you want from me, then I will do all that I can to become a warrior that is worthy to everyone. I hope that someday you can faithfully put your trust in me as Keeper of the Dragons.”

Prince Seojoon took a moment to reply, the silence between the two of you lingering while you refused to back down upon his hard gaze otherwise he would never take your words seriously.

After a short while, he finally gave you a firm nod. “I trust that you will keep your words.”

“Yes, your highness.”

With that, the prince watched you walk away while he stood there, beginning to understand just a little bit of why the princes of the East have decided to keep you by their sides.

A brave soul, kind and gentle, but unaware of the power you held as a Keeper. One day you’d find your strength and courage walking into future wars that would call for you.

Like a rose who had yet to make use of her thorns.

“What are you worried about, hm? I’m pretty sure you just passed his test.”

“Test?” Your head was quick to perk up upon Namjoon’s words though those eyes of yours were still filled with an unspoken anxiety that kept weighing down your shoulders. “What are you talking about, Namjoon?”

“Seojoon isn’t as cruel as he portrays, he’s just a bit strict and serious when it comes to the future of the dragons.”

“You would know, you’re just like him,” Hoseok commented as a side remark, causing the leader to roll his eyes while you let out a small chuckle.

Hearing that, Namjoon’s brows furrowed as he sent you a pout. “You agree?”

There he was, a prince who was always seen as a strict leader to all, showing you a cute pout. “Well you were quite hard on me when I first walked into the clan,” you reminded the prince, causing him to let out a dry laugh.

“Right,” he cringed, not entirely liking the images of those memories walking into his head. Those days weren’t the greatest and they regretted it more than you could ever imagine but telling you those thoughts would only bring more weight on your shoulders and that was something they absolutely couldn’t do. So rather than dwelling on the negative thoughts, he approached the subject with a light tone. “If someone like me can be swayed into trusting a human once again, then Seojoon would have no problem following my footsteps.”

“Mhm,” agreed Hoseok, “Prince Seojoon is rational when it comes to judging people.”

“All you have to do is be yourself. He likes authenticity more than anything so you have no problem there.”

“I’m just,” you let out a soft sigh as you went on to hug yourself, head falling to the floor, eyes dropping with worry, “how do I prove my worth when I can’t even master my abilities as a Keeper yet?”

You felt arms wrapping themselves around you in a gentle manner, holding you close to his chest, and a soft kiss pressed to the crown of your head. “Wielding ones’ power takes time and patience but I know this, and Hoseok and the other five back at home know this.” He looked down into your eyes with a strong gaze of confidence and encouragement, meeting those anxious ones headstrong. “You can do it, Y/N. If you can turn your back on the village that was supposed to be your past, present, and future but failed you, if you can turn a blind eye on myths and legends about hideous monsters like us, if you can lend your strength towards the one that was meant to be your prisoner, rescue him, and still stay in a clan full of dragons that openly showed their distaste in you. If you can be framed for someone else’s wrongdoing, get locked up in the dungeons for months, then survive a fall off a high cliff with someone who didn’t even appreciate you and injuries all over your body...My love, you can do absolutely anything.”

“I mean look at yourself, pretty girl.” Taking your hand to pull you away from Namjoon, Hoseok held your hand in the air to twirl you around right there in the middle of the guest room. “Beautiful hands,” he pressed a kiss to back of your hand, “beautiful hair,” taking a few strands of your hair, he pressed a kiss to them, “beautiful forehead,” kisses to your forehead, “beautiful brows,” to your brows, “beautiful eyes,” two upon each eye, “beautiful nose,” to the tip of your nose, “beautiful lips,” he grinned at the sight of your cheeks blushing red and delivered a chaste kiss to them. “And a beautiful heart.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close and pressed a kiss to the right of your chest before simply resting his chin atop your shoulder.

“On top of that you’re so strong,” Namjoon stated and held you from behind, his chin resting on your opposite shoulder with you wrapped in between their arms. “If there is anyone I can trust with the title of a Keeper, it’s you. Because that is your worth. You’re beautiful and kind and so, so strong.”

“We believe in you more than anything, little one. If you can do all those things and still keep your head up and face everything with a strong mind, you are worth more than anyone as the Keeper of the Dragons.”

“You’re going to be alright. You’re going to fail from time to time but you’ll keep at it without giving up hope because that’s what you’re best at doing. When everyone else has given up hope, you’re right there to smile through the rocky road and continue on without complaint.”

“And through it all, you won’t be alone.” With a kiss on your right cheek and a kiss to your left cheek, they whispered a promise that they’d never break. “We’ll be right here next to you.”

“So rely on us too, okay?” Namjoon said as he pressed another kiss to your temple. “We’re right here for you.”

“Welcome, princes of the Eastern Clan, and,” you could feel the Northern Prince’s eyes on you though you didn’t dare to look up unless he had given you permission to do so. With a light tone that hid a certain secret you couldn’t quite put a finger on, the prince greeted you. “Keeper of the Dragons, it is an honor to finally meet you.”

“The honor is mine, your highness,” you returned the formal words with a head still lowered before him.

“Now, now, we don’t have to act too formal with one another,” prince Hyungwoo spoke in an easygoing tone as he gave a small clap. “We are comrades who are inevitably meant to fight alongside each other, aren’t we?” He held a hand before you and when you looked up to meet the gaze of the Northern Prince, you could see the lopsided grin he had greeted you with, a feeling not going too well with you but how could you show rudeness to a prince of the four?

From your peripheral vision, you could see Namjoon and Hoseok who watched with the same caution and wariness but even they couldn’t do much being as you were in the territory of the Northern Clan. A cold, hard place in the snowy mountains.

Possessive or not, it was common courtesy.

So you let your hand fall into the prince’s palm. “Yes, your highness,” you said and with a satisfied twinkle in his eyes, he gave you a kiss atop the back of your hand.

“Your beauty is one that can defeat the enemies itself, Keeper. Tell me, what is your name?”

“My name is Y/N, your highness.”

“Y/N,” he repeated the name slowly along his tongue, waiting for a moment before letting your hand go and looking up to you with a small smirk curled along the corner of his lips, “can you wield a blade?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“The dragons of the Eastern Clan are one of the best warriors who control both the skies and the land, notorious for being an undefeated clan who refuses to lose to even the smallest wars. Now that they’ve gained a Keeper in their possession, they only grow stronger.” The prince gave one small look towards Namjoon and Hoseok before resting his gaze on you again. “But the Keeper does not only belong to the Eastern Clan, now does she? So tell me, dear Y/N, in a world where dragons are fighting for power just as any human kingdom would, what skills do you have to offer us protection and victory in a battlefield that may cost the lives of many?”

You knew what he was trying to say, that the position you were given and the wars that were to come was not a child’s play. It was all serious business where each one of you would walk into the battlegrounds not knowing who would live and who would survive. Being a Keeper did not guarantee safety nor victory of the wars. It meant protecting the dragons and bringing them back home alive.

“Prince Hyungwoo, the Keeper was only made recently,” Hoseok tried to save you but the Northern prince wasn’t having it.

“All the more reasons to get her ready for such dangerous events. You can’t tell me you aren’t worried just because you have a Keeper by your side now, can you?” He asked, raising a brow at the two Eastern princes. “No. It is because she is the Keeper that makes you worried more than anything. Am I wrong?” Upon the silent response that he received, the prince went on. “I won’t go against the words of our ancestors, they have accepted our dear Y/N after all, but she wouldn’t be useful if we don’t put her to good use.”

A tool.

You could tell that was all the prince of the Northern Clan thought of you as. And not just him but many other dragons who did not know of you as Y/N but as the Keeper of the dragons. You were going to be made a pawn in their wars.

“Since it seems as if the Keeper does not have any particular skills just yet, why don’t we test a theory out?” He snapped his finger, looking right back at you and bringing shivers down your spine as you knew something good wasn’t going to come out of his mouth. “They say the Keeper is at their strongest when placed in a very emotional state of mind.”

“What are you trying to say?” The anger rising in Namjoon flashed in his eyes as he watched prince Hyungwoo but the prince chose to simply ignore his concerns, eyes holding yours with a sly grin.

“What causes your ire, dear Y/N?” He asked you so casually as if speaking about the weather. “What makes you so livid and upset that you can’t seem to control your own emotions? Think of something very unpleasant.” He inched forward your way, dangerous eyes staring straight into your soul. “Is it when a man you barely know of touches you and makes you uncomfortable?” He grabbed ahold of your wrist, a touch different from when he held your hand for a greeting.

You winced slightly, biting back your tongue in order to hide how uncomfortable you were as the images of Jinyoung flashed before you.

“Prince Hyungwoo,” Hoseok growled a low warning as both of your princes stepped up behind you.

But he didn’t let go. “Hmm, you don’t look like someone who would get angry for the sake of yourself. You look like you would explode if something were to happen to the ones you cared most about.”

You couldn’t hear a single thing he was saying with the tight grip on your wrist. The only thing you could see was Jinyoung, the man who only looked at you when you were finally made useful because you managed to tame a dragon. The love he claimed he had for you wasn’t love. He just wanted to use you, having no other reason behind his infatuation for you.

Just like your former village.

You were just a tool for them as you would become one for the dragons.

“Let her go,” Namjoon demanded in a low snarl as he placed a tight grip on Prince Hyunwoo’s shoulder. Only then did the prince realize the state you were in and released his hold on you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze any longer but you held your head up, lips pressed into a thin line as the expression on your face refused to give into the fear your mind wanted you to walk into.

Hoseok wrapped a hand around your shoulder and took a step back so that he could create more distance between you and the prince.

Even then you didn’t feel good.

In a Clan where strangers stared at you as if you didn’t belong, in a Clan that only hoped to use you as a tool, you were reminded once again of your place in the world.

Jinyoung, your former village, and the dragons.

The whole world was really against you, weren’t they? Because when you think you’ve finally found happiness, it tries to take that away from you.

Hoseok stood there beside the open door that led into the guest room where the three of you would reside while Namjoon held a meeting with prince Hyungwoo, and watched with a silent gaze as you sat on a chair, eyes staring at your hands with thoughts running all over your mind.

Despite how brave you were in front of prince Hyungwoo, behind that font he knew how anxious and afraid you were. He could see it from where he stood now, watching you sit there all alone, finally letting your guard down but with a mind filled with anxious thoughts.

You were a brave soul, the sweetest kind he had ever met, and seeing such an expression on your face made him want to make it all alright again.

So he stepped into the room, closing the door slowly behind him to not make any abrupt noises which would startle you and walked towards your way.

Sliding a hand upon your shoulder, he felt you jumping slightly at the sudden touch.

“Sorry, I scared you, didn’t I?” Hoseok first apologized with a rueful smile. The last thing he wanted was to make you even more anxious.

But the way your expression softened at just the sight of him and how you breathed out the slightest relief of “Hoseok” made him at ease again. He made his way around to kneel before you and took your hands to caress them both with a gentle smile to help ease your own worries that kept circling your thoughts. Your eyes followed him silently, comforted at just his presence alone.

“Roses are really beautiful, you know that?”

The hairs of your brows creased in between as you met his gaze. “Hoseok?”

Yet he continued. “They bloom in the most magnificent ways, fluttering their petals open, blushing in the most prettiest shades of red. However, although they are known to be one of the most beautiful flowers, a rose doesn’t just offer itself as a pretty flower. It has its thorns to protect it from harm. Some thorns may be harmless, while some are really sharp and more dangerous than others. It’s like a pretty little thing such as yourself building bushes out of bushes made of thorns to keep yourself from harming others and others harming you. The rose likes to stand there, far from others, and smiling prettily as if everything is alright, while inside it’s slowly wilting away and just wants a hand that would willingly give it sunlight and water without fearing her thorns.”

Now I’m not saying that the thorns are always a bad thing. They can be good when facing harmful creatures that wish to simply pluck it and steal it for themselves, eventually hurting the little rose because they wouldn’t know how to care for it. But there are times when the wall of thorns can fall out of control. There are times when those thorns can harm the little rose. But do you know what’s so fascinating about these thorns? They only exist because the rose allows them to. Some thorns can get out of control, but once it’s tamed and nurtured and the rose can face it each day until it no longer fears those thorns, they can become one of the most powerful allies the rose can use.”

What I’m saying is,” Hoseok held your hands tighter against his own, giving it a gentle squeeze while never taking his eyes off you, “these little thoughts of yours can become your greatest ally or your worst enemy. It is all up to how you wish to face them. The world can be really scary, and I know that because I was one of those scary things that you had to face to get to where you are now. But just as your world can shift with just one sincere heart, you can do that all over again. Sincerity was what got us to see your blooming petals and soon all dragons that exist will see that too. Though,” he narrowed his eyes, “you have to be careful otherwise they’ll try to steal you away.”

“As if that would ever happen,” you told him with a shake of your head and a bitter smile.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he gave you a light squeeze. “You’re beautiful, Y/N, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“I know what you mean, Hoseok, but I…” You looked away, eyes shaking as you could feel the tears coming. “I don’t want to be seen as just...that. I don’t want to be seen as just Y/N, Keeper of the Dragons, as a human, as a human girl who managed to become an important figure to the dragons and is now...and is now someone who can be used to win battles.” You took your hand from Hoseok to hold your face, hiding the tears that fell from your eyes the more your voice shook. “I know it’s selfish of me but I don’t want to be used as a tool. I don’t want to be seen as someone who’s far greater or far lesser than everyone else. I want to be seen as an equal, as an ally. I don’t want to be a weapon. I’m so scared, Hoseok.”

The sight of your tears, the soft cries and soft whimpers that left your lips made Hoseok’s heart ache when you finally decided to break down and tell him the things that had been going on inside your head.

Back then when you were in front of prince Hyungwoo, the way he held your wrist probably reminded you of how cruel and forceful Jinyoung had been towards you. Though he himself hadn’t ever witnessed the cruelty from both Jinyoung and the village you grew up in, he was sure the memories only served you as a horrible reminder of what you were to those people.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around you and in just a split second, your cries grew louder as you leaned against him, eventually getting too weak to hold yourself up on your own so you fell into his arms and the two of you sat there on the carpet floor.

“It isn’t selfish to want something for yourself, Y/N,” he said in such a soft tone as he held you close and tight. “Just because you are the Keeper does not mean you have to belong to everyone. You belong to your own self. Not me, not the Eastern Clan, not the dragons. You belong to you and no one should feel as if they can use you for their own benefits.”

“But…”

“You have a duty to hold as a Keeper, yes,” Hoseok nods, cutting you off gently, “but just because the Keeper’s job is to protect everyone, it does not mean that you are to be used as a tool. My love, I know the world hasn’t been fair to you but you have us now. You're not alone. Whatever you wish to do, we’re with you. Me, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. If it seems as if the world is not on your side, know that we are. I believe in you, Y/N. It’s okay to be afraid and it’s okay to lean on others when things aren’t going the way you hope for it to go. No matter what, you are you, and no one can take that away from you.”

“Hoseok..” You called his name.

“What is it?” Hoseok gently asked.

“I want to go home.”

The raw broken tone in your voice made his heart ache and although there were still a few days to go and the sun had yet to set, how could Hoseok ever say no when you’ve finally voiced out a selfish wish for the first time?

“Okay.” So he said, giving you a nod and a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “We’ll go home.”

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Precious Love [Obey Me! Satan x Reader]

Love?

Could it happen to me too?

When will it be? Who will it be?

Will love come to me someday? I couldn't wait for that moment to arrive. Is it going to be like any other romance film I've seen? I sincerely hope so.

Back then, I was just imagining and dreaming about such things. I was struck by how much this love affects individuals. Isn't it wonderful to be in love? However, you should not expect all love to be rainbows and cupcakes. That is why some stories have both tragic and happy endings.

My feet kissing the ground and footsteps reverberate in my ears as I walk down the sidewalk. My hair is being blown by the wind, and I am feeling the warm breeze slap against my skin, making me feel like I am in the filming scene, and I am the main character of the story. Today, I'm heading to the library because my most-anticipated book has just been released, and it's a limited edition, so I'll have to hurry, and I'm hoping Lady Luck is smiling on me today.

I could see the bookshop from a short distance away, and not only that, but I could also see individuals coming in and out of the bookstore's door. I could also tell that a large number of people were arriving, and I assume they were waiting for this freshly released book to be added to the library. The author of the book I'm talking about is well-known, and his work is excellent. It's no surprise that so many people want to buy this new book.

As I go into the bookstore, I am greeted by a cool breeze from the air conditioning. Because of my beige trench coat, I didn't get too cold. I choose to wear black skinny jeans with a loose peach short sleeve chiffon top and white sneakers. I don't have a great fashion sense, but I think this one made me look even better.

The source of light from the outside peeking through the posters and the curtains of the quaint bookstore. The book shelves are beautifully organised, and the smell of the books lingers in my nostrils. I enjoy the fragrance of books as much as the smell of petrichor. To be honest, I didn't enjoy reading novels at the time. When my life and perceptions changed, everything changed. When they sent me to the Devildom as part of an exchange student program, everything changed in the blink of an eye. And then there's this one person who had a significant influence on my life. I had not anticipated falling in love with a demon. Especially Satan, the demon who bears the title of Avatar of Wrath.

I walked to the last section of the bookshelves and went through each shelf, trying to find my objectives here. Then my eyes caught sight of the book I'd been looking for. I walked in that direction right away, and I can see that there is only one left. ‘Ahhh! Thankfully, I arrived just in time. You’re mine now~!’

I reached for the book with my dominant hand, but it was taken by someone else before I could grab it. I shifted my sight to the person who had caught my eye, but I didn't expect to find him here. Satan. ‘What is he doing here in the human world?' Instead of thinking about why he's here, my heart begins to dance around in my circulatory system. Before summoning the guts to speak with him, I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Satan?”

'Of course, it's Satan himself. Why am I interrogating it as if I'm confirming whether or not it's actually him?'

“What are you doing here?” I questioned. Instead of responding to my query, he simply stared at me down. Oh, God, please don't let him melt me right now. “What do you think, why am I here?” He responded with a question.

5 years ago…

“It doesn’t matter if I am a demon and you’re a human. The only matter is that we’re both in love with each other,” Satan stated earnestly, as if he wasn't himself, but this is Satan speaking. His tender and sweet smile curved on his lips as he said, "I love you, MC." I could tell it was a genuine smile rather than a ruse. It's unusual to see Satan smiling like this.

Satan moved closer to me, reaching both of my hands. His emerald eyes lingered for a moment in my hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. We’re now at the very top where you can see the whole Devildom. The darkness of this world and the lights of each place made the Devildom look very beautiful. And this whole place made the situation more romantic. The wind blows my hair, same with Satan. I'm not going to deny that he is extremely attractive. The way the wind blew through his hair added to his allure.

“I’ll ask you a question, MC. Will you be my girlfriend?” When Satan asked the question, he was peering intensely into my eyes. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself. The allure of the tempest rising in those damnable eyes draws me in. “Isn't this what people do when they admire someone in the human world?” Rather than responding to his follow-up inquiry, I simply stared at him, blinking a few times. I was attempting to comprehend what he had just said. Yes, we both know we're head over heels in love with each other, and he's my ultimate crush. “So, what would your response be? It's fine if you don't want to—”

“Yes! Yes, Satan, my answer is yes!” I interrupted him. I could hear my heart wailing, and I prayed that Satan wouldn't hear it. It's screaming at me that I made the right choice. He takes a step forward and brushes his hand on my left cheek. I also touched his hand resting on my cheek and I found it to be quite soft and warm. I even closed my eyes so I could feel his warmth and affection. Love… I like this love so much.

“Do you mind if I kiss you?” Satan inquired, and I opened my eyes to meet his two lovely emerald orbs. As an answer, I grabbed his nape and brought his head closer to mine, our lips mashed together. His lips are as soft as cotton candy and as warm as a freshly baked pancake. Between kisses, we closed our eyes and felt the thrill. I enjoyed how the kiss was slow and passionate. “You’re mine now.” He breathed between our lips and wiped my lips with his thumb.

Present…

Satan flashes a blinding smile; it's like sunlight: dazzling and blinding, yet wonderful because it brings light into your existence. “I hate to say this, but I’ve missed you.” He averted his attention from me, a reddish tint noticeable on his cheeks. “I really missed you.”

‘Aww! He’s blushing. How cute! ’

“And of course… for this book too,” he said, pointing his forefinger on the book that we are vying for.

I put my arms around his shoulders and smiled sweetly at him, sensing that he was heating up. “Fine! You can have it,” I said, fixing some strands of his blonde hair. “But you want it, right?” Satan asks for confirmation, and his long arms wrap around my waist, drawing me closer to him. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter as a result of what he had done. But I'm delighted no one is coming in this portion; I did see one person, but they stepped back as soon as they noticed us. ‘Ahhh! This is kinda embarrassing’

“Yeah, but if you want it, go ahead and take it,” I said, returning to my former stance. I assume Satan is pondering something when he places his forefinger on his chin; this little habit of his is so appealing, and I admire everything about him. “Hmmm… what about we go to your place and read this together? You know…uhh… we c-cuddles while reading this.” There again, he’s blushing. “Of course, we could do that!” I walked to his side and clung to his arm. “Let’s go! Let’s pay for it and before we can go to my place, let’s buy some snacks of course.”

#obey me #om!#om! satan #obey me shall we date #satan obey me #satan avatar of wrath #satan x mc #obey me satan #shall we date satan #fanfic #x reader #love #avatar of wrath

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting stuck places and having to ask you for help

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou, Numai and Iizuna

**Today has been pretty bad, but my sister, @foodacoochie gave me this idea and it made me giggle and inspired🥺🥺 thanks dude💙**

Warnings: Drugs in Washio’s but they’re for a surgery and being used responsibly and for pain, just the boys getting stuck and not being able to get out of places/things lol

Akaashi Keiji:

Akaashi had been over at your house, you guys were ‘chilling’ and what not, just wasting the Saturday away.

Your family had recently done some renovations on your house, and one of those renovations was changing all of the door nobs.

Your mom had called you downstairs to come talk to your grandmother on the phone.

You knew that you’d be on the phone for a while, so you told Akaashi to do whatever until you got back. You had been gone for 5 minutes when Akaashi needed to use the bathroom.

Luckily, you had one connected to your room!

He walked in the door, shutting it behind him before he froze at the small ‘click’ he heard.

Whipping around he immediately tried the door nob, only to groan when he realized it was locked.

From the outside.

You see, you had insisted on putting the door nob on yourself, but when you did so, you had managed to put the lock on the wrong side of the door.

And when you showed him what you did, he could distinctly remember you locking the *then open* door.

So as soon as he shut it, it locked.

He sighed as he shook his head. He had also distinctly remembered you telling him it would be at the very least 30 minutes before your grandmother would let you go, so he was going to be here awhile.

He did his business then sat on the edge of the bathtub, sitting and waiting until you came back upstairs.

When you came back up to your bedroom, you were surprised to not see Akaashi sitting on your bed where you had left him.

You softly called his name before hearing him sigh and a defeated sounding ‘in here’ from your bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow before trying the door nob, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realized you had locked the door.

Unable to hold in your giggles, you unlocked the door, almost snorting at the deadpan look your boyfriend gave you.

Washio Tatsuki:

**he may seem out of character, but it’s because he just got his wisdom teeth out, and as someone who has recently had that done, I know that for some people their personalities do a 180 switch**

Washio had just had his wisdom teeth removed.

At first his mom was going to take him home, but she had to go into work, so you offered to take care of him and take him home from his surgery.

When they walked Washio out into the waiting room, you hurriedly walked over to him, because as soon as the nurses let him go, he started to go down. Giggling when you struggled to hold him up.

Now, keep in mind, Washio is a big guy. He’s 6′2 with a broad build and lots of muscle, so he’s not exactly light.

Seeing as he had just had a major surgery, he was very doped up on drugs, and seeing Washio drugged up was nothing short of hilarious.

He was very clingy and very giggly, laughing at anything he found remotely amusing. A night and day difference from his usually calm and stoic demeanor.

After you somehow managed to get him in the car, you began to drive him back to his house.

You got to his house and pulled into the drive way.

Before you could help him out of the car, you had to make sure he had a clear path to the couch where he would be sitting.

You had left the keys in the ignition and the air conditioning on because it was a hot day, and let’s face it, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Walking back out to the car you went to open his door, only for the handle not to budge.

Your brows furrowed as you tried to open it, looking to the inside of the door only to see all of the doors locked.

...uh oh..

You knocked on the glass, gaining the attention of a very drowsy looking Washio who just lazily waved when he saw you.

You, who had no way to actually get to him, started frantically pointing to the unlock button, him looking at you like you had grown 3 heads.

He finally tried the door handle, only to find it didn’t open.

You could faintly make out the words ‘i’m stuck’, when he realized he was ‘stuck in the car’.

You watched as he grew more and more frustrated with the door not opening.

You were pointing to the unlock button, him then pressing every button except for the unlock button.

Thankfully, he pressed the window button, rolling it down so you could reach your hand in and unlock the door, finally being able to help him inside.

Konoha Akinori:

Not everyone knows this about your boyfriend, but he is very competitive.

He just so happens to have a younger sister, who is also very competitive.

On this particular day you had been over at his house, his sister had been in the living room with you guys when a movie about dancing or whatever came on.

Konoha jokingly scoffed when the ballerina did the splits, stating that “I could do that” while you rolled your eyes, but his sister laughed, “Yeah okay boomer.”

Glaring Konoha turned towards his sister, who simply narrowed her eyes back at him, “What was that?” She stood her ground, you nervously watching from the sidelines.

“Boomer, and I stand by it. You have the flexibility of an 80 year old man.” He narrowed his eyes at her before he laughed, standing up and walking to the middle of the floor.

Without any warning he, albeit slowly, fell into the splits, cringing when he got like 5 inches away, entire body shaking.

“s-see?” His sister was laughing as he stayed there, high pitched sounds of pain escaping him.

He, finding himself unable to stand or move for that matter, continued to suffer, heavily contemplating every decision he had ever made.

“y/N, hELp”

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita was very responsible, so you never had to worry about him getting himself into silly situations he couldn’t get himself out of.

But, everyone has their moments.

You and Kita were spending the day with his grandmother!

You guys had gone through old photo books, and made some desserts, now she wanted to teach you and Kita how to finger knit!

It seemed easy enough, and in no time you had gotten the hang of it and were on your way.

Kita however, was having a little more trouble.

He had gotten how to wrap it around his fingers and how to pull it but...

Somewhere along with way, he messed up.

And he messed up bad.

He didn’t really know how it happened, but before he was aware of it his fingers were caught in a tangled web of yarn, somehow he managed to knot both of his hands together, eye brows furrowed as he looked down to his hands.

You held in your laughter when you saw him, hopelessly caught in strings, as he tried to figure out how to get out of them.

It took 20 minutes and both you and granny to release him from his self-made prison.

He stuck to a different activity after that.

Suna Rintaro:

You had a big project coming up, but your boyfriend did not, and wanted to hang out with you.

You, who also wanted to hang out with him, let him as long as he let you work.

He promised he would cause no such distraction and be like a fly on the wall.

That doesn’t mean you believed him, but it was nice he made an effort.

Anyway, after just under an hour he got bored just scrolling through instagram.

So, he got up from his position on your bed and sauntered over to your vanity where he sat.

You didn’t pay him much mind, he was 16 so it’s not like you had to babysit him.

Er- you shouldn’t have to babysit him.

Fiddling around with the things on your desk, he stumbled across the small dish you kept your rings in.

There was one ring in particular that really stuck out to him.

It had a silver band and a dark blue gem, it was really pretty. He remembered you saying you didn’t wear it often, but he couldn’t remember why so he just shrugged and slipped it on his left middle finger.

He had been holding his hand up, looking at it, cause it really was a pretty ring.

All was fine, all was nice, until he tried to remove the ring. Then, some problems were presented.

The most prevalent of those problems being the ring was stuck, like really stuck.

And the second being he remembered why you didn’t wear the ring a lot, it was a size too small, for you.

So it was much too small for him.

Claiming defeat he called your name, defeatedly holding up his hand, and cringing as you called his name.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

The team had finished practice and were fooling around in the locker room, making stupid bets and doing stupid things

Underestimating just how competitive (and curious) their captain was, Tendo and Yamagata bet 25 dollars Ushijima couldn’t get into a locker, Kawanishi and Shirabu each bet 35 dollars saying he could, and Reon bet 45 saying he would get stuck.

Being genuinely curious what would happen, and being heavily encouraged by his teammates, Semi found an empty locker, rigging it open before ushering the ace in.

It was quite small, and not a comfortable experience at all, but he was also never one to turn down a challenge.

So after some major manipulation and hitting his head, he got fully into the locker.

Tendo and Yamagata forked over their 25 dollars, imploring Reon to do the same before Reon shook his head.

“Let’s see if he can get out before I pay my money.”

All eyes were back on the ace, whose eye brows were furrowed in...concern.

He was stuck.

Bad.

Not wanting to face the wrath of the demon coach, they called the next best candidate to deal with this kind of situation, Ushijima’s girlfriend, you.

Your jaw dropped when Semi told you that your boyfriend was stuck in a locker because...hOw?!?!

Reon made a lot of money that day~

Yahaba Shigeru:

He had been over at your house and the two of you were taking a nap in your bed.

You had both since woken up, and were now on your phones.

You, still very sleepy, weren’t paying attention and before you or Yahaba could stop it your phone had slipped down the crack between your bed and the wall.

You groaned as you dragged your hand down your face, Yahaba, being the wonderful boyfriend he is, offered to get it for you.

He laid on his side as you used his phone to shine the flashlight down the side of your bed.

He stuck his arm down, but it was just barely too short.

Without realizing it he had slipped to the very small edge of the bed, inevitably slipping off only to be caught between the wall and your bed.

He groaned as he felt like he had been stuck to a wooden plank, unable to move any parts of his body.

You felt terrible, seeing as he had offered to get your phone for you and had proceeded to get himself stuck.

You grabbed his arm and shifted yourself to the opposite side of your bed, and after lots of tugging and sounds of pain from your boyfriend, you were able to roll him back onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he waved your phone in the air, a dorky smile on his lips as he had, despite being put in a very uncomfortable situation, managed to get your phone.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Hanamaki had bought this bag of ‘tricks’ from the dollar store, for fun and what not.

One of the things that had been in there was a Chinese finger trap.

He brought a few of the things into his bag, hoping to trick at least one of the members.

But most of all he wanted to trick Iwaizumi, if nothing else he thought it would be funny.

So, when the Seijoh 3rd years met for lunch in the club room, and you, Iwiazumi’s girlfriend had of course joined them, he decided then was the perfect time to try.

“Yo, Iwaizumi! C’mere!” Iwaizumi, recognizing the teasing tone in Hanamaki’s voice, was instantly on guard, expecting something crazy to be suggested.

“What?” Hanamaki smiled, pulling the finger trap out of his bag, Iwaizumi looked at it, raising an eyebrow at the wing spiker.

“I heard no one has ever been able to put two fingers in this at the same time without getting trapped.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, grabbing the trap from Hanamaki and mindlessly stuck on finger in each end of the trap.

Just a few seconds prior, you had looked over Hanamaki’s shoulder, recognizing the trap, but before you could warn your dear boyfriend, he had already stuck his fingers in the trap, and pulled it, tight.

“Hajime...do you know what that is?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing when he tried to pull his fingers out, only to have the trap get tighter.

“Hajime, it’s a Chinese finger trap!!” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened before he turned his head to glare at Hanamaki, curses ready on his tongue as Hanamaki and Matsukawa just about died of laughter, Kunimi snickering in the background.

It took 4 people and approximately 7 minutes to free him from the trap.

Futakuchi Kenji: **in tribute to my dear sister who locked herself out of her bathroom today🥰**

You and Futakuchi had gone to the beach with your family for the weekend, and the two of you were relaxing on the beach.

The beach had these lounge chairs, the ones that fold?

Well, you and Futakuchi were getting everything set up, he had just finished setting up the umbrella and you had laid out a large towel and set the bags down.

You guys both sat down and enjoyed the warm sun, and relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

About an hour later, Futakuchi decided he wanted a drink, and after asking what you wanted he left on his way.

Unknown to him, these chairs were really tricky.

They were good chairs and really comfortable, but you had to be careful how you sat in them.

After about 10 minutes he returned with the drinks, setting them down on the small cooler.

He went to sit on the lounge chair, expect that he more like flopped onto it, and before he could react the thing had snapped in two, you sitting up after hearing your boyfriend yelp.

You turned your head to see your boyfriend, squished in half by the lounge chair, with no signs of being freed.

After recruiting the help of your dad and a few kind passerby's, you were eventually able to free him of the lounge chair...

but that was after you took a picture and sent it to Aone.

Daishou Suguru:

You and Daishou had been on a date, nothing too fancy, just strolling around the city and what not.

You were just talking about random things when your eye spotted an empty park nearby.

You smirked as you nodded towards it, dragging your boyfriend towards it, you knew he couldn’t resist you if he tried.

You two were just fooling around, him chasing you around and you evading him like you both were 5 and it was ‘boys vs girls’ tag.

You had ran away from him when you spotted the set of toddler swings, y’know, those ones with the leg holes?

Yeah, those ones~

Anyway, you decided not to get in one because ✨danger✨

But your boyfriend took that as a challenge.

Without warning he grabbed the chains and jumped, sliding his legs through the very small holes and sinking into the seat.

You slapped his arm as you laughed, hand on your hip as you judgmentally looked at him.

“You’re gonna get stuck, there’s no way you’re getting out of that by yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, smirk still present on his face as he started to slowly swing back and forth.

You shook your head, shifting your weight to one leg as your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Okay then, now try to get out.”

He rolled his eyes at your tone, grabbing the chains as he tried to pull himself up.

Only to bring the seat with him.

Your eyes widened as it set in, his smirk disappearing and his own eyes widening when he realized it as well.

He was stuck.

And at that moment, some of the Nekoma boys volleyball team members just happened to be passing by.

Kuroo’s laugh rang throughout the park as you desperately tried to free your boyfriend.

Numai Kazuma:

You and Numai were hanging out at your house, it was Halloween night and you guys were just gonna chill out and watch some movies and eat candy.

But before that, you guys were going to take your younger brother out trick or treating!

Your little brother decided he wanted to be a cowboy, and his outfit came with a pair of plastic handcuffs.

You were helping your little brother get his costume on while Numai messed around with the handcuffs.

He had latched one side onto the table leg, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he fiddled with the cuffs.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but without thinking he latched the empty side of the handcuffs onto his wrist, tightly onto his wrist.

He didn’t think much of it, until it sunk in.

Had he really just done that??

You were fixing your brother’s costume when you heard your boyfriend call your name.

“Uh, Y/n?” You hummed, continuing to work on his costume.

“Where’s the key to the handcuffs?”

“Oh, they got thrown away with the package, that’s why I set them..over...there..Kazuma.”

You turned around to see him nervously smiling while his hand was indeed handcuffed to the coffee table.

You blanched as you remembered the trash had already been taken out, so they key was gone.

Glaring at your boyfriend you sighed, shaking your head before you started to laugh, hiding your mouth as you continued to laugh at his misfortune.

Eventually you did help him.

It took 3 tries and 4 different tools, but with the help of your dad you were able to get his wrist free of the handcuffs.

Iizuna Tsukasa:

Iizuna has 2 sisters.

1 older sister, and 1 younger sister (ayyyee middle children let’s go-)

You just so happened to be very good friends with your boyfriends sisters, and you guys often had a lot of fun together~

One of the wats you guys had fun was messing with your boyfriend.

Todays scheme: Dress Tsukasa up as a girl. Simply because you could.

And seeing as he lost a bet to you the other day, he couldn’t refuse it.

Luckily, his older sister had a dress she accidentally ordered in a size too big, it would still be snug on him, but it would do the job.

His older sister did his make up, you worked on his outfit as the youngest fixed his hair, him sitting through the whole ordeal trying not to take away too much trauma from it.

Leaving the room so he could change, you all patiently waited as he got changed into the dress, laughing at the pained noises he made as he slipped on the dress and shoes.

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, heels way too small and dress uncomfortably tight.

You all snapped the pictures you needed and he sacrificed what was left of his dignity.

Waving off you three, he hobbled back into his room, kicking off the heels and attempting to pull the dress over his head.

I say attempting because as he tried to move his arms to grab it he made a very disturbing realization.

He couldn’t grab the hem of the dress...

he couldn’t even reach behind him.

He was stuck.

And the only ‘help’ he had was his sisters and his girlfriend.

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goosedawn · 3 years ago

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//Oh gods, welp, here I go [cracks knuckles]

//Tiny farmer Techno Au,,,, prepare for some future lore cjkhcxk

Timestamps from: "I Became the Mayor of Skyblock" by Technoblade

(5:39) "I decided to call in an old rival..." - Technoblade

Techno continues on with his life for days on, but finally, he somehow finds his way to society again, seeing that the entire town has been taken over by a tyrant of a mayor. The townspeople called for aid, and from the depths of his cold heart, he decided to help (....what do you mean he only did it so people would buy his potatoes-).

For a bit, he did his work by himself, only getting help from some other living scarecrows (listen, I really like the idea of some scarecrows coming alive [cough] PHIL [cough]), TimeDeo and Jyn (...? Is that how you spell their name?). (Dunno what the process for taking over the mayor would be exactly but,,, chchskdlcx,,,)

But you can only do so much work with... living scarecrows. With a bit of reluctance, he calls for help from SquidKid. And then together they defeat Dante :]

(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)

(6:31) "Is there any way to do the teleport room without just like.. guessing?" - SquidKid

(6:36) "You are like... little baby, watch this." - Technoblade

Being tiny has its perks.

"Wait, what do you mean you can solve this maze in an hour or less?"

Techno turned towards the bigger hybrid, crossing his arms as he nonchalantly stared up at them. SquidKid only gives him a baffled look back, their tentacle-like hair slightly sprung up to further show their confusion.

He knows this only because he's known the man for far longer than they've known him.

He knows more personal information than should be shared, somehow finding the other farmer's parent's numbers along with a few other things. He had jokingly pocketed away the parent's number in the back of his mind, although, he had no real plans of ever using it. Well, maybe he had played with the idea of calling SquidKid's parents to dunk on the fact that a wild borrower had been winning their competition, but he ultimately decided not to for obvious reasons.

He knows the hybrid's schedule like the back of his hand, having to work around it for the better part of an entire year. Using that knowledge, he had sabotaged countless of SquidKid's tools, poking small, unnoticeable holes into their hoses and irrigation systems.

And he knows SquidKid's behavior from how they speak to how they express any sort of emotion. Lies were easily debunked from the small twitch of the corner of their mouth as they suppressed a smile, and anger was easily shown from how their strange hair pieces would spike up.

Yet, he can't help but feel slightly at unease in front of them. He supposes it's only natural, seeing that there's a huge height difference between them. Plus, this was practically the first time they've been closer than two fields of length in between them. Well, disregarding the times he's gone snooping around the bigger farmer's place, but that's neither here nor there.

"Squid, look at me," he raises his hand, gesturing towards himself, "I'm tiny, yes?" the squid hybrid nodded slowly, and he pointed at the stalks of tall fern and crop, "to you, this would basically be a wall you can't get through. For me, though...."

He jumped off his perch, tightly holding his trusty bag and sliding towards the flora before easily disappearing behind the thicket and appearing moments later at eye level, holding the stalk of the crops easily,

"It's easy to go through."

SquidKid makes a quiet 'oh' sound with another nod of their head, looking slightly in awe. The amazed look turns to one of confusion again, though, and he awaited their next question with a raised eyebrow, "but... the maze is big, how are you going to get through it all without tiring?"

Techno grinned, lifting a hand to his mouth and loudly whistling. He doesn't hesitate to slide back to the floor as a blur of white fur bounds towards him.

"Carl!" he exclaims, wrapping his hands around the rabbit's fluffy neck and combing through the fur with his fingers. He backs away to pull out a broken-off piece of a carrot, feeding it to the eager bunny before turning towards the astonished squid hybrid with a grin, "my noble steed," he waves a hand towards the still feeding rabbit.

"You tamed a rabbit," they dumbly point out, having to metaphorically pick up their jaw off of the floor.

"Yup, I did. you can stop gawking now," he huffed, "you're going to catch a bug with your mouth if you keep your mouth wide open."

"...And you named it Carl?"

"What kind of question is that?" he snorts, shaking his head, "yes, I named him Carl, and yes he's going to be the one helping me through the maze. Any other silly questions?"

The man stumbles over their words for a second, and he amusedly watches from below, "I- yeah, yeah, you bozo," they finally settle on saying.

"Alright, cool, I'm going to go find the exit now," he turns away from the hybrid, climbing on the back of the rabbit's back, "see you there."

He doesn't give SquidKid the chance to respond, already setting off through the thicket. And he sure doesn't suppress the grin that crawls up his face as Carl bounds past stalks and stalks of crops.

Having distracted SquidKid enough to get away, the bigger farmer had barely thought to ask how they themselves would traverse the maze.

They must have realized soon enough, though, since not seconds later, he hears a strangled yell of his name along with a loud groan.

Pain, it's been too long since I've written something /Lh

"(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)"

When the townspeople come to greet the new mayor, they come thinking that it's SquidKid who's done everything since it's always been SquidKid going into town and doing the talking- the scarecrows being unable to do so for obvious reasons, and Techno unable to do so without revealing his entire existence.

So when the sheepish farmer calmly explains that he's just a helper of the mayor, they're... rightfully confused. At first, they want to know the real identity of the mayor, but SquidKid wearily tries explaining that said mayor really doesn't want to be revealed. They only conceded when he shakily points to the unknown farmer's territory, most of them getting the message.

Techno is very thankful that SquidKid doesn't take his title and also doesn't reveal his existence.

"It would have been so easy for the squid hybrid to just pluck his tiny form from their back pocket and shove the wrathful spotlight onto him.

He wasn't even able to even escape now as he found himself stuck in the hybrid's pocket. The crowd had come quickly after SquidKid had removed the other mayor for him, and he remembered feeling panicked as he stared at the other hybrid. The next thing he knew, he was shoved into their pocket.

He couldn't get out without tumbling to the ground with a splat, and, even worse, the possibility of one of the townspeople pointing him out with gossip-drinking eyes was incredibly high too.

He shakily gulped, greedily taking the air around him as he tried to stay calm. He never liked being near anyone- not even the scarecrows - so the second-hand contact with his past rival was not the finest experience.

"I- uhm," the squid hybrid stumbled over their words, "t-the mayor really would rather not... have the entire town to greet them.."

The crowd hushedly mumbled to each other, and one straggler called out, "well, tell them to come out anyway!"

By the Blood God, he hated this. He shrunk to the bottom of the pocket. This was one of the worst worries for a borrower; he had already been pushing his limit with the scarecrows and SquidKid, but this was another level for him.

"...Uh, well, in that case," he felt SquidKid shift, and a hand brushed over his pocket. He tenses, waiting for the fingers to tug him out and waiting for SquidKid to finally prove that they're not as kind as they look, for them to finally get some semblance of petty revenge.

"You can find them over there." He pauses, confused to as why there's no hand reaching down for him. The words finally dawn on him, and he's both relieved and perplexed to what SquidKid could have meant by that.

But hatever they've done has made the crowd fall unnaturally silent, and so he's at least a little relieved for that too.

The same voice that was brave enough to speak before pipes up, "you mean the ghost farmer?"

....He didn't know that the townspeople had come up with a name for him, but he's suddenly thankful that he's gained enough popularity that people stop and gawk.

"Y...Yes," SquidKid slowly acknowledges the villager, "they were the one orchestrating all of this. I was just helping with the... talking parts," the hybrid is silent for a moment before they burst into a stammering mess,

"And- uh, I-I should take my leave now, b-because I should really h-head back and ch-check up on them," he feels the bigger farmer start to take a few steps back, supposedly away from the crowd, "I'll answer any questions later!"

He has to push against the fabric to keep himself from bouncing around in the pocket as SquidKid starts running. He faintly hears the townspeople shout for the male, but it's muffled through the fabric.

As it starts to seem as if the squid hybrid would never stop running, they finally start to slow down, their breaths coming out labored and airy.

He doesn't speak up for a moment, letting the other regain themselves first. When they finally seem well enough, he speaks up,

"That's the best you can come up with?"

chKFCHKDSJFSDF oh my Primes, this is so LONG,,,, I have no idea how to write SquidKid,,,, plus, I had no idea how to like,,, oOGHgds,f,, pain.

Anyways, hope you had fun reading ALL of this cchjxcvxkdsf,,,

AAUBHJDUHFJHBFNDKUFHN WENDYYY /POS

i dont have anything to add this is just fantastic,,,,, DEO AND JIYN AS SCARECROWS AS WELL,,, FBJHDKUHSJHHDV,,,,,, i love that techno gets to have Carl still 🥺🥺🥺 and him leaving squidkid on the other side of the maze??? FHJBDJNJKBF

ALSO 🥺 squid protecting techno and not telling people abt him,,,,, aaajfhkdojfh good,, i also appreciate that everyone in the village just has to be like. "the ghost farmer is mayor????... well this isnt the weirdest thing thats happened to me"

SQUIDKID RUNNING AWAY,,,, "ill answer any questions later" djhshhjhjhbhbfhdjhbe

*holds this gently* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i adore

#hey farmer anon i hope u get to see this #this is very cool whuejhfhjfbhhsjf #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #t!technoblade #tiny!technoblade #t!techno #tiny!techno #g!squidkid #giant!squidkid #not me realising i have to tag this </3 #others writing #i absolutely adore this sm #dibiundnjnfjkdjnfhjfjj #what do u mean i got distracted by watching the video on this again instead of posting what nooo #OH ITS SO LONG #tiny farmer au #long post

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