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bridgetserdocksketches · 3 years ago

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We're suffering tonight, boys

Lena isn’t avoiding Kara, okay? She’s just very busy. That’s all. What with being the CEO of her own company, running her own experiments, and this new little passion project she has a lot going on. Her absence in Kara’s life these past few days has absolutely nothing to do with the black eye she’s currently sporting. Don’t be ridiculous.

Though, in hindsight, she really should’ve known she’d only be able to bail on lunch with Kara so many times before she came knocking.

Lena’s knee deep in some complex coding, trying to figure out what went wrong with this last test and fix it, when she gets the call. She barely even looks at her phone screen before answering. Not that she needs to.

“Kara, hi,” she says warmly.

“Are you avoiding me?”

Well, shit. “What? No. Of course not.”

“Are you sick? You know if you’re sick you can just tell me, right?”

“Yes, I-- no, Kara. I’m not sick.”

Lena can practically see the pinch in her brow. The confusion painted all over her face as she tries to puzzle out what’s going on with Lena.

“Okay, well you skipped lunch three times this week. Is everything alright?” Kara asks.

“Yes, everything’s perfectly fine. I’ve just been busy,” Lena assures her.

“So you’re not avoiding me?”

Lena breathes out a sigh that borders on a laugh. “No.”

“Alright, then can you come let me in?”

Before Lena can even ask where she is or what she means (as if she doesn’t already know), there’s a knocking at the door. Not the front door, of course. No, that would be far too mundane. It’s at the back door. The balcony door. The one that Lena always leaves unlocked, but Kara refuses to open without being welcomed in.

Her immediate reaction is to get up and open the door for Kara. But then Kara would see the black eye that much sooner. And if she can stall for even a few seconds longer, she will. So instead, she simply turns over her shoulder (careful to keep her left eye obscured) and calls out to Kara.

“It’s open.”

Still wearing the Supergirl suit and wielding a takeout bag, Kara strides into Lena’s apartment with a little spring in her step. Because as far as she’s concerned, Lena hasn’t been avoiding her. Lena isn’t hiding a few secrets from her and has nothing out of the ordinary going on. She’s just a little extra busy with that passion project she has outright refused to share any information about with anyone. There is absolutely nothing for her - or Lena, for that matter - to worry about.

“I figured you didn’t eat anything since you skipped lunch, again,” Kara drawls, the barest hint of disappointment in her words. “So I brought you dinner.” She walks around to get in front of Lena, finally, and plops the greasy bag of Big Belly Burger down on the counter. “Voila!”

There’s a five second gap after the delectable diabetic nightmare is presented before Lena. Five charged seconds where Lena simply waits for Kara to finally notice. At first, she’s a little too proud of herself. A grin so broad and brilliant and downright beautiful it could be considered blinding spread across her face. But then those blue eyes of hers track a little to the left and they go wide. Her mouth falls open. Her brow pinches. And several emotions flicker over her visage all at once.

Her lips work around a few words, spluttering on air briefly, before she finally settles on “Lena!”

And Lena can’t help herself. “Kara?”

Kara blinks. “What-- When-- Who did this to you?”

Lena exhales deeply and leans back in her chair. “No one did this to me.”

Kara’s around on Lena’s side of the counter in the space of a heartbeat. Her hands cradling Lena’s face like it’ll break under the slightest amount of pressure as she examines her.

“What happened?” She demands.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” Lena insists.

It’s almost believable, too. But then Kara’s thumb chances a little too close to her left eye. With a hiss of pain, Lena flinches from her hand. Kara’s brow furrows further and her frown deepens.

“Lena--”

“I’m fine, Kara. Really,” Lena says. She takes both of Kara’s hands in her own and pulls them down from her face. “It was just an experiment gone wrong.”

“What sort of experiment gives people black eyes?”

Lena breathes out an indignant little huff of air. “It’ll be easier to just show you.”

Kara’s gaze narrows. “Alright.”

Kara is right on Lena’s heels as they walk to the spare room. The room Lena has taken to calling the nursery, where Baymax is lying in wait. At this stage in his development, he’s pretty infantile at best. He knows a few key phrases and can identify a person as long as they’re standing in front of him. But he can’t hold a conversation and his object permanence is severely lacking. So, yeah. Lena’s gonna call his room a nursery.

Baymax is in his charging pod where she’d left him a few days ago (when their most recent test run failed spectacularly, leaving Lena with a shiner). There isn’t anything else in the room, though. Lena had removed a lot of it to make space for his assembly. Once that was done, she decided to keep the room empty after he broke her last laptop after a particularly nasty glitch. So the only thing in here, as far as Kara’s concerned, is some weird red luggage tucked against the back wall.

“What am I looking at?” Kara asks, the worry from before replaced with confusion and curiosity.

“Hopefully something that’ll help a lot of people,” Lena says.

It’s cryptic, she’ll admit. But it’s hard to explain exactly what Baymax is at this point. Because he’s not simply a robot anymore. He’s taken on so much more personality and life in just the few weeks since his first test run. He’s learning. Growing. Like a person.

So instead of explaining, Lena crosses the length of the room, kneels down in front of the charging pod, and activates the robot.

Later, Kara would say that Lena leapt away from the charging station as it booted up. Like she’d gotten zapped or something. Lena, however, would vehemently insist that she simply hurried away in case something went wrong. Either way, she now stands alongside Kara, watching with bated breath as Baymax comes back to life.

She counts the seconds it takes him to inflate. 23. They need to get that down. He needs to be faster. If someone is really hurt, he has to be able to help. It takes another 4 seconds for Baymax to fully boot up. His eyes blink to signify that he’s fully functional and ready to assist. A total of 27 seconds. They can do better.

Not that Kara notices. She’s staring open mouthed and wide eyed as Baymax awkwardly stumbles out of his charging pod. His steps are heavy, almost as if he thinks the floor is further down (just another thing to iron out). He stops moving about two feet away from them both. Lifts his hand limply into the air (the fingers not fully inflated or opposable yet).

“Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.”

And then he freezes. Standing right there. Unmoving and, to be frank, a little terrifying.

“Wow,” Kara breathes.

“Yeah,” Lena agrees. “He’s still got a lot of bugs to work out. Hence the black eye.” She gestures at her left eye vaguely. “But when he’s finished, he’s going to help a lot of people.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Kara asks.

Lena turns to her now. Her brow arched and a playful little smirk on her lips. “What? Is being Supergirl not enough for you?”

“Don't get me wrong. I love being Supergirl, but this.” She points at Baymax’s frozen form. “This will be able to do something I never could.”

Lena’s smirk falls into something softer. Something kinder. Kara finally looks at her now.

“Now, I’m not great with coding and all that… stuff. But I can help you test him out. No matter how hard he tries, he’s not going to be able to give me a black eye.”

Well, when she puts it like that…

“Do I… do I start now?” Kara asks hesitantly. She fidgets uncomfortably with the sign Lena handed her, then adjusts her glasses.

Lena smiles at her from behind her computer. “You can start whenever you like. But I do want to be done by dinner, darling.”

“Right.” Kara nods.

She looks away from Lena, her eyes landing on Baymax. And then she grins. That unfairly perfect grin. The one that is so infectious it’s a wonder the CDC aren’t investigating it yet.

“This is Kara Danvers,” She says, carefully enunciating each word. “And this is the first test of mine and Lena Luthor’s Baymax Project.”

She reaches forward, just like Lena showed her, and turns Baymax on. She grins again, up at the robot, and waits. Watches as he blinks, tilts his head down, and lifts his hand.

“Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.”

“Hello, Baymax!” She answers cheerily. “Would you please scan me?”

“Beginning scan now,” Baymax announces.

But that’s not what happens. No, it would be too simple if that’s what happens next. Instead, the entire system glitches. And both his arms start vibrating rapidly.

Kara’s face pales. “Uh, Lena,” she calls, not daring to look away from another rogue robot. “Is he supposed to be doing that?”

“No,” Lena says quickly. She looks between the two screens in front of her, trying to search for the error in his code to stop this from happening next time. “You gotta shut him down, Kara.”

“Uh-oh!” Kara exclaims.

Lena’s head snaps up. “Uh-oh?”

“Sorry about your laptop,” Kara says, as if it’s her fault Baymax broke yet another computer. Lena really needs to stick to her no-computers-in-the-nursery rule.

“It’s alright.” Lena waves her off, dutifully working away at the code from her tablet. “I’ll just get another one.”

“Next time I’ll stand between the two of you. That way I can better stop his renegade flying arms.”

Lena's gaze snaps to where Kara sits, finishing off the last of their fries (Lena’s fries, really. But they always share). “Next time? You still want to help after that disaster?”

“Of course,” Kara says earnestly. Then her face screws up. “But do you think we could make him look a little friendlier? A bit rounder? You know. Friend-shaped?”

Lena snickers. “Friend-shaped?”

“Yeah. Friend-shaped.”

Lena laughs lightly, and start typing again. “I think I can make that work.”

Wow. That got away from me

So this is how Kara ends up being the one to test Baymax. It's also part of what Baymax shows to Lena after telling her "Kara is here."

This scene (as in the video, not the ficlet) would serve as an emotional low point, if you couldn't tell. And it would be the moment where Lena decides she's going to let the Superfriends use Baymax to save Kara (instead of his actual purpose which is, you know, healthcare)

#still not sure if i'm going to write a whole fic for this #but there sure will be more stuff like this #probably #i dunno #this is both invigorating and depressing so i guess we'll see #supergirl #supercorp #lena #kara #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #baymax #bh6 #big hero 6 #big hero 6 au #bh6 au #ficlet #my art

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angelanimedesaray · 4 years ago

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Wings in the Dark Chapter 3: Quicksand

AN: Okay, so this admittedly goes a little slow at the very beginning, more snooping and such, but I promise it picks back up about halfway through. And will pick up from here on out.

Characters: Levi, Vampire!Reader, Erwin, numerous BG characters

Pairing: (Eventual) Levi x Vampire!Reader

Warnings: Language, Peril (Temporary)

Word Count: 6940

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*Levi’s POV*

You could tell a lot about a person from how they treated animals.

For the Scouts, it was the horses especially that mattered, as they were one of the few lifelines out beyond the walls. With how the horses had avoided L/N with everything they had, people in the vicinity would mutter about how she would never go beyond the walls at this rate, or how she had to be a bad person and the horses were sensing it.

That was one theory to go with.

However, as Levi continued to watch her, he never once saw her get angry or frustrated with them. Sometimes there was sadness, or it looked like she was on the edge of admitting defeat, but she continued to approach them with patient understanding, as if she knew exactly what they were afraid of, and was asking them not to be because she couldn’t change it.

Gradually, the dappled grey allowed her to come closer and closer. They started having problems giving someone else the job of cleaning the stables because she was spending so much of her free time in there, and she would clean while there to allow her to spend more time around the horses and give her something else to do besides just sitting there waiting for skittish horses to calm down. She was smart enough to know that she needed more than just one to calm down around her, though she was still putting in the work to form a bond with at least one. In case she was ever in a position where she needed another horse, though, it seemed she wanted the other horses to at least be comfortable with her presence--hence all the time spent in the stables.

If she wasn’t out in the field walking with the mare, then she was inside by the horse’s stall, leaning against the wall or sitting against the door. Then, at long last, she could be seen walking around side by side with her horse, the lead short and fairly loose. And after a few days holding a treat into the stall and waiting for the horse to feel comfortable coming up to her to eat it out of her hand, she finally made it /into/ the stall. Her hard work was paying off, as now she could be found inside the stall, gently brushing the dappled grey mare while she spoke in soft tones to the horse, continuing to build up the trust and bond between the two of them.

As Levi stepped into the stables, he could hear her speaking softly with the mare, her words underlined with each thoughtful brush stroke.

“There we go...that’s a good girl...see, just like I said, nothing to be afraid of. I know I’m scary, you all remind me every time I come in here, but I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone--I’m just here to help. See, that feels much better, doesn’t it? I’m not going to hurt you. I promise as long as I’m around, nothing’s going to hurt you. There we go...Steady...Shh…”

Levi’s head turned slightly at the subject of her rambling, his gaze following down the line until he spotted the stall his horse was in, not far from L/N’s horse.

“You don’t mind all my rambling, do you, Zephyr? It’s nice to talk to someone, even if they’re not going to talk back. I haven’t had anyone to talk to in…” She grew quiet, and even the brushing stopped for a moment. Curious. “...too long,” she finished, her voice hardly above a whisper.

She seemed to quiet down entirely as Levi risked stepping into the stables, and he realized he had been heard, or at the very least she’d become aware she wasn’t by herself. Continuing forward casually, Levi turned his head to look into the stable as he passed, spotting L/N with the brush set off to the side and currently working on undoing any tangles in Zephyr’s mane. Their eyes met for a moment, and Levi paused.

“Will she let you ride her, yet?”

She turned away, the faintest touch of red entering her cheeks at the mention of her trouble with the horses. “Not yet. But I don’t think it will be much longer before she does.”

Levi’s gaze swept over the stable, kept immensely clean with fresh straw, water, and food, and the coat on the horse smooth and lustrous. At this rate, the mare was going to be more of a show horse than a war horse.

“You’re not slacking anywhere else, are you?” Levi asked as his gaze slipped over the pristine stall and back to her. A stall didn’t get that clean without a lot of constant work.

“No, sir. This is where I was lacking the most, so it’s getting more of my attention. But I’m making sure other parts of my training aren’t suffering.”

Well, he’d be the judge of that. With the way she held up in training, any degree of slipping would be easy to spot.

Levi resumed what he was doing, walking deeper into the stables to check on his horse, which he planned to take for a brief ride to stretch his legs. “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” he added before L/N left his field of vision. The stable was quiet for a few moments, broken only by the sound of Levi getting his horse ready to go.

So quietly he almost didn’t hear it, Levi got a reply.

“This one I can keep.”

Earlier in the day, Levi had jumped on the chance to get a more personal glimpse at L/N, taking over the cleanliness checks in the barracks, much to everyone else’s dismay. He was well aware that his standards were far above everyone else’s, but today they were just going to have to deal with it, and step it up. On the bright side, as he walked down the lines of beds, he was able to see who was terrible at doing a decent cleaning job and who had potential.

He gave criticisms at every bed--dust, missed spots, trying to hide part of the mess under the beds, half-assed jobs, on and on the list went. When he got to L/N…

Now this was starting to get creepy.

His practiced eye swept over her space as she stood at attention just off to the side, taking in the bed spread smoothed of wrinkles, the dusted and wiped down surfaces, everything tucked away, floor swept and clean in her area--even a little into the surrounding spaces. There wasn’t anything in the way of personal effects, though--not out in the open, anyway.

It was immaculate. Up to his standards practically to a T. It was an unexpected discovery, amongst the many things he thought he’d see. He thought he might see a personal effect here or there that would give him a bit more on her personality, but there was nothing he could see during a cleanliness inspection.

He’d have to come back later.

Shit, I’m starting to sound like a goddamn stalker.

Carefully, Levi ran a hand on the underside of the bed, the nightstand, anywhere there might be dirt left over, and came away with nothing.

She was the only one he walked by without saying anything, because he had no critiques to give. He wondered if she was always this clean, or she’d heard he was doing the inspections and pulled off a miracle.

He went back when there was no one around to do a more thorough search, still believing that she might have something that would tip him off a little more. Frankly, if he continued to find a complete lack of personal effects, that would bolster his suspicions as well, because it signified something to be hidden or something that was trying to be forgotten, or a preparation to run at a moment’s notice.

He didn’t know what he would find, if anything, but if it was another lead, he would take it.

The barracks were currently empty, and he had made sure they’d be empty for a while, choosing the time there was a morning drill going on for the new recruits to sneak in and do some digging.

First he checked the footlocker at the end of her bed, opening it up and carefully shifting through. Mostly it was made up of uniform clothes, a pair of nice plainclothes, a pair of casual plainclothes, a couple more comfortable workout clothes, a plain black cloak--

His hand paused on the cloak. It looked like it could be the one being worn by the person he’d pursued and lost that one night. Not a confirmation, but it was further evidence she was sneaking out at night, even if he hadn’t seen her face.

Finding nothing else suspicious in the footlocker, Levi checked under the bed and found only dress shoes and casual shoes, and then moved onto the nightstand.

Here, he found a book from the library on herbology with a bookmark on custom tea blends, as well as a tin of some of the said tins. There was quite a bit of chamomile and mint from the whiff he was immediately hit with upon checking inside the tin, with a couple other blends--but mostly the chamomile and mint. Inside, he also found a tightly bound bundle of white sage in a cloth covering, blank sheets of paper, more writing utensils than he would have expected, and a leather bound folio. Opening it revealed no official documents missing from her background, no personal letters or intercepted reports.

Inside, it was gorgeous artwork. Sketches of the horses in various poses of rest or activity, of the scenery around Wall Rose, a sketch of one of the few mansions in the district, and--

Levi paused, eyes widening as he stilled, the silence in the room pressing in on him. His mind flashed back to just the other day, when he’d seen Zephyr out in the field away from the other horses, laying down and looking contently about, but not moving. He’d only been able to make out part of L/N through the long grass, leaning against the horse with her knees pulled up, looking lost in something. He’d assumed it was a book from the distance where he was once more leaning against the wall in the shadows of the stables, or that she was writing something.

Amongst the more recent drawings of the horses, there was a portrait of him, leaning against that wall at the stables, arms crossed, head slightly bowed but eyes centered on the observer, or, in this case, the artist. Even the shade was accounted for, making the features a little more difficult to make out, but they were still clear and detailed.

She’d seen him well enough at that distance to make out and sketch his features in this detail? Or had some of it been visualization?

More importantly, it was pretty much confirmation that she knew he was watching her.

Levi closed the folio, putting everything back in its proper place with care, feeling intrusive and out of place now that he’d failed to come up with anything malicious in nature. There were only a couple things that made him uneasy with the implications, never anything that proved to be outright dangerous, as always. And he couldn’t exactly say anything about the sketch of himself without her knowing he’d gone through her belongings.

Levi was gone long before the recruits returned to the barracks from their drill.

She’d slipped away from the main group after the next combat training session, hanging back and going a different direction than the rest of the group. Levi had a brief moment where he thought she might be slipping away to the same place she went at night, and had followed her on the off chance that was the case.

She ended up going to a quiet corner of the Scout headquarters, at a corner of buildings near the forest that no one bothered with. Once there, she kneeled down, tending to a cluster of plants that was lined up in the familiar form of a small garden. It was fairly new, too, from what Levi could see, which told him she probably planted them herself not too long ago. How long had she been working on this little side project?

Just another one of his suspicions turning out to be harmless activity. He was just about ready to write off his uneasy feeling as paranoia.

He could have just walked off and left her alone, but he lingered, waiting until she finished what she was doing and left before he quietly approached the garden to satiate his own curiosity.

Kneeling down, he realized that the tiny garden was made up of plants, mainly herbs, that could be used in tea making. There were brushes of mint, chamomile, and lemongrass as the most notable plants, and near the corner where they would get full sun and could help hide the little herb garden there were even three freshly planted bushes, hibiscus, raspberry, and rose, with the flowering bushes meant to support the raspberry in the middle. The soil was dark and the leaves had beads of water still on them that shined on his thumb after a careful stroke against a leaf to see it healthy and strong, showing that L/N had been by to water them. They were doing fairly well, from what he could see, even though the plants were too young to harvest anything from.

Was she attempting to grow the materials to make her own tea blends so she wouldn’t have to spend much of her salary on tea?

Standing to leave as that pesky feeling of intrusion started to worm its way back into his mind, Levi caught sight of a small collection of white sage, directly out in the sun and recently planted, but noticeably far away from the other plants. It was curious, the way it was planted so that it couldn’t be missed and could be easily avoided. At the same time, though, it could just have been an aggressively growing plant that would take over the other plants if it got too close to them. While he knew it could also be used in teas, it wasn’t as common...and he’d seen a bundle of the sage spikes tightly bound and covered in her nightstand.

What was so special about it? Why did she have it?

Levi shook his head, turning to leave and mentally filing the questions about the white sage under “personal questions” instead of “suspicions.”

His suspicions weren’t entirely gone. While he was getting a stronger sense of her character that caused his doubts about her to waver, he still had some glaring questions he couldn’t ignore that caused his wariness to endure...for now.

ODM gear training--another essential part to life in the Scouts. At this point in time, it was a chance for officers to get a feel for the skills of the cadets first hand instead of just what it said on paper about their Cadet Corps training.

The trees here were thick, allowing perfect cover for their Titan dummies spread sporadically throughout the woods. At the highest points in the trees, the officers stood on platforms to observe quietly, moving from platform to platform as needed while the recruits moved through the trees, watching the cadets zip around the forest looking for Titans.

Levi’s eyes, however, were drawn to the fact that Erwin was out here. He knew for a fact that Erwin had better things to be doing than watching rookies try to hunt down dummies, but for some reason he was always near the same spot Levi was, his gaze fixed complacently in the same area, flickering in disinterest past most of the cadets. If any of the rookies knew he was here, the word would spread like wildfire, and they might shift their attention to trying their damndest to impress the Commander instead of doing the drill properly.

But there was a gleam in Erwin’s eyes. He was here for a reason. Levi just didn’t know what it was, which unsettled him, but didn’t distract him from watching the recruits.

Erwin’s gaze caught Levi’s, and the faintest, unsettling smile appeared on his lips, gone in the next second as his attention was drawn towards an oncoming recruit who was high in the trees, apparently trying the high-ground tactic to spot a Titan before the others. A terrible approach, really, since it allowed more tree cover for the Titans by adding more branches and foliage below the individual.

Levi started to turn away in disinterest, hearing the sound of another fast-approaching recruit coming towards them. While the recruit was still in his peripherals, they disengaged the cables, ready to fire them into another tree to make a sharp turn.

Except the cables didn’t deploy.

The recruit let out a shriek and plummeted towards the ground from a dangerous height, gear malfunctioning and not sending out the cables to catch them on their way down. Levi whipped around, hands flying out to his holstered ODM controls--

--Erwin didn’t look surprised by what was happening--

Someone darted in low and fast. It was one of the recruits, the one that had already been moving in their direction, and as such, was in the best position to react first.

Of all the people it could have been, it was L/N.

She wasn’t using any gas, her falling momentum casing her to come in low and fast to the ground, cables deploying at the last moment to even out her fall and propel her forward, her back running parallel with the ground as she shot towards the falling cadet. When she was close enough, she angled herself back up to intercept the recruit, gas propelling her up into the air instead of her momentum. There was an audible thud and grunt as they collided, L/N’s arm wrapped around the fallen recruit’s midriff as she twisted to fire another cable to bring herself up to safety.

The only problem was that there were two dummies in the direction she was flying, and the training didn’t stop because of a hiccup.

One of the dummies swung down and towards her, on a clear collision course if she didn’t see it and couldn’t react fast enough. At least now it would hurt like a bitch but it wouldn’t be fatal.

L/N let loose a sudden burst of gas to speed up and rolled so she was facing the ground, back upwards and exposed to the falling dummy. For a second, he thought she was going to take the brunt of the blow--which would mean death if this had been real. She pulled herself upright at the last second, sailing right underneath where the dummy titan’s mouth would be, her body twisted out of reach of the dummy, and she kicked off the side of its neck to give herself another boost, cables firing upwards high into the trees and causing her to sore upwards, another brief burst of gas allowing her the momentum to keep her going upwards with the added weight still tucked against her side with one arm.

The second dummy swung out from behind the trees, fast enough to knock someone clean out of the air. Instead of going under like she did the first time, she twisted again, keeping the recruit in her arms safe from impact. She arched over him in an upside U, cables firing up and out to bring them safely onto a tree branch. She set the other recruit down, a hand on their shoulder as she said something to them, checking their gear with them before waving for one of the other officers to come over and get the recruit. Once the recruit who fell was guaranteed to be alright, she kicked off, doubling back to slice through the Titan dummy napes before disappearing back into the forest.

Levi looked back over at Erwin, able to immediately recognize that gleam in his eyes as Erwin looked out in the direction L/N had taken off towards. It was the same look Levi saw in the Underground, back when they met. Ulterior intentions or not, Erwin was going to do his damndest to make sure she was on their side in the end, and speaking from experience, Levi knew it was possible.

Releasing his grip on his ODM controls, Levi’s gaze flickered back over to the recruit that had fallen, that look he’d seen on Erwin’s face moments before it happened flashing through his mind.

I know you can’t guarantee finding the answers to all of your questions in such a short amount of time, but you could at least find out if she will have the back of her fellow scouts on the first expedition.

That had been planned, hadn’t it? He wanted to test if she had her comrades backs in a moment of danger, and she had responded immediately and without hesitation. Levi had to trust that there had been some kind of backup plan to make sure that recruit didn’t end up dead--Erwin wouldn’t have done something like that without having someone waiting in the wings in case L/N acted selfishly.

He was sure everyone was impressed after what she’d just pulled off even with someone under her arm, but part of him...wasn’t really surprised. Then again, Levi was the only one who’d had a first hand taste of how strong she really was. This was a reassurance that her other training had not slipped while she put so much effort into the horses, and was further confirmation at the asset she could be to them as a member of the Scouts.

Let’s hope she could keep that even head when it was Titan jaws snapping at her and not just wooden figures swinging her way.

He felt absolutely drained.

It was the night before the next expedition, and Levi found himself sitting alone in the mess hall, a cup of steaming tea resting on the table in front of him with his fingertips lingering lightly on the rim of the cup. Ever since that first night he’d caught L/N sneaking out, he’d been staying up as much as possible to try and catch her sneaking out again. He was already used to not sleeping much, but even he had his limits. His eyelids were heavy, and his focus kept slipping, even as he tried to get down a cup of tea to help him sleep more soundly tonight so he would be at his best tomorrow.

He would finally get to see L/N in the field. Erwin was still planning on keeping her in the formation where Levi would have her in his sights at all time so he could see how she did when it wasn’t training anymore. Not to mention, he was looking forward to it.

His suspicions had started to die down in the back of his mind, giving way to glowing embers of a curiosity he figured would be satiated with time. Perhaps that uneasiness in his gut had nothing to do with her trustworthiness, and he had simply been caught off guard by her abilities. Perhaps the thought of a rookie already able to go toe to toe with him had unnerved him, and that was where the feeling originated.

The more he pried into her as a person, the less of a reason he found to be doubtful of her intentions. The recruits who’d been in class with her had described her as cold and unsociable, someone up to trouble that was never discovered and far more skilled than she let on. However, when he observed her and came within proximity to her, she was warm, and careful, and considerate, although he still did not miss the hesitation, the way she was ready to pull away at a moment’s notice and increase the distance once more, the way she seemed to always be holding something back…

But that didn’t mean she was a bad person. If anything, he was worried about her because she seemed far more empathetic under the surface than she let on. He’d seen the garden she tended to quietly, seen her artistic hobby, seen how she interacted with her horse Zephyr now that she was able to ride the mare. Even if she didn’t have any close friends in the Scouts, she was close with that horse, spending most of her free time with Zephyr, brushing her, laying with her in the field while she drew or read, simply walking with her.

She seemed...gentle, at heart. Before he knew it, he was softening towards her. How could he see all of that, and not start to let go of his suspicions? It’s why watching her had suddenly felt intrusive, why this final night he had stopped staring out the window watching for a hooded figure and come into the mess hall to seek tea to help him sleep instead of forcing himself to stay up all night again to keep an eye out for her slipping out into the night.

The silence was comforting, his limbs feeling heavy, head tilting downwards, fingers going limp around the empty cup as he slowly...nodded off…

He was so exhausted...

*Reader’s POV*

Your steps down the darkened halls of the Scout Headquarters were silent, your hood still drawn as you made your way deeper into the stone building. While your face was still hidden in shadow, your hand did a careful rub around your mouth to be sure that you didn’t have any trace of your meal lingering on your face.

You hadn’t needed to sneak out for another bite, but considering you were going on an expedition tomorrow, you’d decided to play it safe and sneak out again to make sure you were fully satiated. You needed to be at peak performance, and you needed to make sure your bloodlust was fully satiated in case you found yourself in the middle of a bloodbath.

The last thing you needed was to lose control in front of everyone and feed off of a fellow Scout. All the pleading and rationalizing in the world wasn’t going to save you from a vengeful blade or banishment in that kind of situation.

Once you were sure there wasn’t any blood on your face, you lowered your hood, quietly making your way into the barracks and retrieving one of your bought chamomile tea bags before slipping away to the mess hall. The only sounds in the castle was the faint talking of guards at the entrance, the huffs or snickers of the horses in the stables, and the soft breaths and heartbeats of the sleeping scouts that filled Headquarters.

The closer you got to the mess hall, however, the more you could make out a singular heartbeat and soft breathing, the familiar sound of someone fast asleep.

In the mess hall?

Once you were close enough, you managed to catch the faintest scent that immediately told you who was asleep in the mess hall. That scent had been following you since your sparring match. It had wafted on the wind from the distance as he watched you from beside the stables or across training grounds, had lingered on your personal effects after you came back from a morning drill, had briefly lingered amongst the perfume of herbs and flowery plants in your little garden, and had cut through your senses the last time you’d snuck out for a bite, informing you that you were being followed long before you heard his breaths and heartbeat.

You’d known Captain Levi was watching you closely, and as such, you’d learned to attune yourself to his scent so you would know when he was nearby. He was always clean, with traces of tea and mint lingering despite the strong scent of soap, either from cleaning his surroundings or himself. But there was also the scent of his blood, sometimes unique for people with potent bloodlines, whose blood would be exceptional if you dared to partake.

Of course, Captain Levi, Commander Erwin, any of the Scouts were a hard off limits, so that was never something you were going to give into, never a taste that you would know. But that didn’t mean you would fail to pick up on the rich aroma his blood gave off.

God forbid his blood was ever spilled in front of you. That would be a challenge to resist.

Able to tell that he was asleep, you entered the mess hall quietly but without reservations, determined to make your cup of tea even if there was someone else in the room.

He seemed to have fallen asleep at the table, head slumped over into his chest, one arm still lying limply next to a cup of tea that, due to the scent that still had traces in the air, had been meant to help him sleep. His hair fell carefree into his face, lips parted slightly for his quiet breaths to slip between.

Good. He’d been looking exhausted recently, and you knew it was because he was keeping such a close eye on you. It was almost like you couldn’t go anywhere without Levi one step behind you. The rumors said it was because he was thinking of having you join his squad, but you doubted that was really the reason. Your suspicion was that he’d grown suspicious of you after your spar, and he was trying to figure out what you were hiding. If he’d simply been looking to have you on his squad, he wouldn’t have gone poking around your personal effects or been following you whenever you were by yourself.

You didn’t hate him for it--he was just doing his job, and he had every right to be suspicious. Hell, if his instincts had told him there was something wrong with you, that there was something dangerous about you, they weren’t wrong. He was right to follow them and poke around. It was just for your own sake that you hoped you could dodge him until his suspicions disappeared and he could accept you weren’t here out of malice.

You really were here to help. Your intentions were genuine, even if you had some personal monsters you were trying to keep in the dark. You just weren’t so sure you could convince them that you weren’t a threat if they were to ever find out what you were. You didn't even want to think of what Captain Levi’s reaction would be if he ever found out, especially if he found out while armed and in the same room as you.

There were already those who knew about your species, and considered you to be a far more lethal threat to humanity than Titans, one that needed to be expunged indiscriminately. The fear was always there that if someone discovered you, they would see things that way, that they wouldn’t hesitate to put down a clear threat to humanity.

Shaking the dark thoughts from your mind, you focused on the here and now instead of what ifs that might never come to pass. Instead, you carefully removed your cloak from around your shoulders and approached Levi quietly and carefully, draping the dark cloth around his body to keep him covered up.

You’d just been outside, so of course you were aware that it wasn’t the warmest night.

You paused just short of lifting your hands, hearing a shift in his heartbeat and breathing that suggested he might wake up. It figured he would be a light sleeper. Maybe you should have just left him alone instead of risking waking him up.

Well, either way, it would be more awkward if he woke to you just standing there next to him--if he did wake up. There was still the chance he would slip back into sleep.

Attempting to stay silent so you wouldn’t disturb him anymore than you already had, you slipped away into the kitchen, going about making your cup of tea as quietly as you could, movements exaggerated with how slow you were going in an attempt not to let the kettle and other dishes rattle. While you made your tea, you could hear the slightest shift of fabric, hear a pause, his heart rate and breathing back to normal waking pace.

Well, shit. It looked like you’d managed to wake him up with your act of kindness now gone wrong. You should have left him alone instead of disturbing his sleep. And now you were going to have to be social when you left the kitchen.

Well...maybe that was a good thing. With all this watching from a distance, maybe it would help to put his mind at ease if he was to simply talk to you, just a little.

Though you could also very likely end up headed towards a conversation you weren’t ready to have, one you couldn’t answer even though they were so simple, like ‘where did you come from’ and anything related to family.

You let out a soft sigh as you poured your tea into your cup, resigning yourself to the incoming late night conversation with Captain Levi.

As you walked back into the eating area of the mess hall where Levi had fallen asleep, you could see him sitting up properly again, your cape folded up neatly and sitting on the tabletop with his hand resting thoughtfully in its center, a small frown on his lips.

He looked up when you entered the room, and something flashed in his eyes, gone as soon as it appeared. It made you uneasy.

Was there blood on your cape? No, you were certain there wasn’t any blood--you knew what you were doing, and you knew how to eat without spilling any blood or making a mess. There wasn’t any blood on your cape. So what was that look for? Was it just from his suspicions? Had he figured you had just come back from sneaking out again?

“What are you doing up?” Levi asked bluntly as you approached, teacup in hand

As much as you wanted to turn the question around on him, the one who had fallen asleep in the mess hall, you knew better. You were trying to stay on his good side, not antagonize him, which was already difficult when the odds were already so stacked against you.

You took a seat, raising the cup slightly as both your hands curled around the hot cup to cradle it in your grasp. “I was feeling restless, so I came down here to get something to calm my nerves,” you told him honestly, taking a slow sip of tea once you’d finished speaking.

“And you felt the need for a cloak on the way from the barracks to the kitchen?” Levi asked skeptically, eyebrow cocked challengingly.

You shrugged, outwardly unfazed by his question. “I tried walking it off first. Didn’t work out like I’d hoped.”

“Are you nervous?”

Your eyes flickered his way, meeting his steady gaze and briefly wondering if he was actually referring to tomorrow, or if that was meant to double as referring to him always watching her, asking if she had a reason to be nervous about it.

“I suppose I should be. Afraid, even. But whenever I start to get worried I tell myself whatever happens, happens. I’ll do what I can, when I can. If I come back, wonderful, if I don’t...I won’t be going out quietly,” you said, grip tightening slightly around the cup as you stared down at the water colored by the chamomile blend. “Maybe subconsciously I am nervous, and that’s why I’m restless tonight.”

Levi was fixing you with a hard look at your rather passive answer, eyes probing, reading every muscle twitch looking for a lie or a deeper meaning. “Aren’t you itching to kill Titans? Or at least shitting yourself at the chance to go outside the walls?”

“Except I didn’t come to kill Titans, specifically. Going outside the walls, seeing what’s out there, that’s a bonus. I came to help. Whether that means killing Titans, guarding carts, playing messenger or lookout, or mucking out stalls. As long as I feel like I’m doing something to help.”

Levi leaned back in his seat. He didn’t look particularly impressed with your attitude. “Why did you join the Scouts?” he asked bluntly. “Why not the MPs or the Garrison?”

Images flashed through your mind. Drunken garrison members stationed in Wall Rose who only sat around gambling, drinking, and ignoring their duties. Your eyes lifted to the raven-haired man in front of you, and you had the faintest memory pass through your mind of a black haired youth pressed into the ground by Military Police, about to beat the kid to a pulp to teach the Underground gutter rat not to steal, even though it was the only way the kid was going to get something to eat. Corruption, complacency, and current uselessness in the fight against the Titans, that’s all you thought when you heard Military Police or Garrison Regiment. You knew it was a harsh viewpoint, and a blanket one that didn’t truly apply to everyone in either branch, but that impression had been made so strongly on you that you couldn’t resolve it, not at this point.

Also, this was a good chance to plant the seed that she really did want to help, that she really was an ally and not an enemy. Just in case she was found out.

“I wanted to go somewhere I could actually do something, where I could put my skills to good use and do something worthwhile. I know that’s not the general public feeling about what the Scouts do, but I knew if I went to the Garrison or the MPs, I’d be wasted there. Complacency isn’t for me. I knew the Scouts was the best place for me to go if I wanted to do something that could actually help.”

You quieted again, taking another sip from the cup. Once more, it was true. If you wanted to use your vampiric abilities to make a difference, the Scouts was the best place for you. You were tired of existing in shadows, of letting days slip by without making any kind of impact on the world around you. No more complacency. You wanted to take action and do something with your abilities other than hunt and eat people. What better way than to go out and fight the Titans? They were still a threat to you, you couldn’t regenerate like a Titan, and decapitation from teeth would kill you just as surely as a stake through the heart. But you had a better chance against the Titans than the average human, and you wanted to use your better chances to give humanity a better opportunity to fight back. That would make your existence feel...worthwhile. Instead of parasitic.

Down at the other end of the table, Levi sighed, pushing himself up onto his feet, likely to head back to his room before he fell asleep in the mess hall again.

*Levi’s POV*

Levi wasn’t too enthused by most of her reasoning for joining the Scouts. He had seen far too many pointless deaths to optimistically say that she wouldn’t die pointlessly in the Scouts. Hell, she had a higher chance of dying needlessly in the Scouts than anywhere else, especially if she had the wrong attitude going out there. A hero complex could get her killed just as easily as complacency. She should be focused on survival, and how casually she spoke about what could happen tomorrow made him uncomfortable. He’d be more at ease if she was displaying a determination to come back, some kind of fire, a spark. Instead, it felt like she thought there was something she needed to prove, and he worried it was the wrong priority.

Hopefully, her attitude would change once she saw the hell of the Titans up close. If not, he wasn’t going to have much hope for her going forward.

Getting to his feet, Levi grabbed his teacup to clean up in his chambers, leaving the cloak folded on the table for her to retrieve when she was finished down here.

“Make sure you come back to tend to those plants. They’ll die if there’s not someone around to take care of them,” he said in a monotone voice before turning to leave. He made it almost to the door before she spoke up again.

“Captain Levi?”

He paused, but he didn’t turn or say anything, waiting to hear what she wanted to say.

“Just because I’m not open with everyone, doesn’t mean I’m a threat. There’s just some parts of myself I would like to keep to myself,” she said softly. His head twitched to the side at the unexpected comment, catching the sight of her forlorn expression as she gazed down at the cup just in front of her lips.

He didn’t say anything, instead continuing down the hall and disappearing from her immediate sight. Once he was within the safety of his chambers, a hard glint flashed in his eyes.

The scent of blood and shit unique to one place within the walls lingered on her cloak.

Next Chapter---->

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heavywithourbabies · 3 years ago

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Emma and Mark 2

The first thing that Mark noticed was off when he woke up is that he couldn’t see anything. He knew he wasn’t suddenly blind, but every time he opened his eyes, his vision was blurred by some sort of thick fabric. He also couldn’t help but notice that his wrists were above his head, and he was clearly restrained against the headboard of the bed. He shook his wrist restraints a bit and felt the cold metal on his skin and the sounds of small chains hitting each other. “Emma” he thought and grinned. Mark was an incredibly heavy sleeper and from time to time, his wife had taken full advantage of that in their bedroom as she often woke early and sometimes needed extra attention. He had to hand it to her though, this time she outdid herself. How in the world his heavily pregnant wife could pull this off without waking him up was the question. He heard the shuffle of bare feet against the floorboards and quickly decided it didn’t matter.

“Emma” he called out, with a knowing grin. “Babe, not to alarm you but I think we’re being robbed by kink thieves.”

“I had such an amazing time with you last night.” Emma’s voice replied. He couldn’t quite place her in the room, but he knew she was close. “You really made the last date night before the baby extra special. I just feel bad I was so tired by the time we got home.”

“Well” mark started as he tried to look in her direction, “You’re almost 40 weeks with a big baby, so it makes sense you get tired.”

“I am 40 weeks as of today.” Emma replied, her voice a bit deeper and sultry.

“Baby, that’s amazing, we should – “ Mark began before he felt his wife’s finger on his lips, hushing him up.

“I’m 40 weeks today, Mark. 40 weeks with our big, healthy baby boy growing in my belly. The baby that you put in there.”

He felt his wife’s tiny hand on his as she slowly took it out of the handcuff, lowered his wrist, and placed his hand directly on her belly. Feeling her belly was one of mark’s favorite things to do. He could never get over how warm it was. How dense and heavy it felt under her soft skin. She rubbed his hand for him over her belly and mark felt the stretchmarks that had grown on his wife. Her skin felt tight and smooth.

“Do you like feeling my big, heavy belly Mark?” She asked, slightly teasing. “Can you feel how tight and full it is? Can you feel the weight of it? Does it turn you on knowing how heavy and full you’ve made me? Knowing there’s a bun in the oven and you’re the one that put it there?”

“yes.” Was all mark could get out in reply. His breath already short.

“Good.” Emma said, and replaced Mark’s hand into the restraint. He felt it close but it wasn’t that tight. Wherever she had gotten them, the handcuffs were cheaply made.

“I want you to feel me” Emma said. “I want you to feel me with your body.”

He felt her two hands close to him on the bed as she leaned over. He could feel the tips of her thick, engorged nipples on his chest and running down his stomach and back up again.

“They ache you know?” Emma said. Mark swallowed hard. “They ache just doing this. My nipples are so sensitive now thanks to you, so thick. My areolas are huge and dark. I can feel the pressure of the milk building in them, making them heavier. So they ache. They ache to be milked. Ache for your baby to suck on them. Ache to do what they were meant to do….”

Suddenly Emma’s hands were on the waistband of his boxer briefs and she easily glided them down his legs. Mark’s cock was getting hard and he felt it twitch in the open air.

“I don’t mind the aching though. To be honest I ache everywhere now that I’m so big and heavy with your baby.” Emma told him as he felt her soft tiny hand take the shaft of his penis and slowly rub up and down on it. He couldn’t help but groan a little. “I know it’s all worth it. All the aches and pains. Feeling heavy and ready to burst. It’s all worth it so we can meet our baby. But it’s also worth it, just to carry my man’s baby in me.” And with that, mark felt the plump lips of his wife taking him in her mouth and she began to slowly bob up and down. Her mouth was warm and wet and he could feel her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, making mark shiver a bit. Emma kept stroking him as he felt her get up on the bed with him. He could hear the bedframe creaking under her weight, as she straddled him. He felt her place his cock on her skin but he couldn’t tell where. He heard her quietly spit in her hand and started to rub it against the top of his dick as he was pressed against her. “I told you I wanted you to feel me baby.” Emma said slyly. ”How does it feel to have your big cock rubbing on my belly?”

“Oh God…” mark let out and he felt his cock throbbing. His wife continued to tease his member along her fecund belly for a few more moments, rubbing him off gently against herself, before she stopped. Mark didn’t know what she was doing but he could feel her moving her cumbersome body up the bed. She had to be standing above him. She took a few awkward steps forward and he could feel her feet on either side of his head.

“My body has become more womanly, no thanks to you.” She said from above him. He heard you grunt a little and the weight above him shifted. A part of her was right above his face now and he could tell. Her musky scent filled his nose and he knew her crotch was right in his face. He could feel slight dripping on his mouth and cheeks. His cock was iron hard. She lowered her legs and got on her knees, the sweet smell of her sex all over his face. “You’ve made me swollen everywhere. Taste how swollen I am for you.” Emma said in a deep husky voice and then fully dropped on his mouth. His nose was buried in the thicket of hair she had grown since she could no longer shave, and her fatty, thick labia lips were open on his mouth before he even began. Mark couldn’t help but rock his hips up and down out of pure desperate need as he began to lick his wife’s soft wet walls. He slowly parted her lips all the way and began with a few long strokes of his tongue, going up and down her entrance, just to taste all of her. Although his hearing was muffled by her strong thighs, he could her his wife moaning in pleasure. She began to rock her hips in time with his lapping. He loved going down on Emma but doing it while she was pregnant was a whole different experience. She really was swollen everywhere and somehow she felt softer. He enjoyed how wet and sticky she became and began licking faster when he felt her juices running down his chin. Emma was letting out a series of short and small little yelps, a sign she was close and mark went in for the kill. He started to run his tongue all over the hood of her engorged clit. Then he would make direct contact with his tongue and run circles and other patterns on her most sensitive spot. Soon he could feel the whole bed rocking back and forth under the weight of his very pregnant wife. Without warning she let out a low pitched moan and came all over his face. He backed off of licking her clit but he kept lapping away at her. In that moment all he wanted was to make her feel good. To thank her for carrying their baby. To worship the place where his baby would be brought into the world. And the deeper more animalistic side of him wanted to drown in her pregnant cunt.

After a moment or two, he felt the bed shift again as his wife struggled to get up. “More” she said in that deep and husky voice she got when she was really turned on. At this point Mark’s penis was achingly hard for her. More than anything he wanted to take her then and there, and feel every inch of her belly and tits but he was still restrained. He rocked his wrists against his restraints and heard a small click. Emma positioned herself over Mark’s painfully erect penis, grunted again and lowered herself down. It was amazing she could still be this graceful being this large but with one swift motion she straddled Mark, feeling her already wide hips ache a little in protest, and guided his penis into her soaking wet vagina.

“Fuck yes!” Mark said and immediately thrusted once into her. Emma put her hands on his chest to signify she was in control and he lowered back down. With that, she began to rock her expanded hips back and forth, feeling the sensation of his engorged cock filling and stretching her. It hurt a little since she was so much tighter now but the feeling of having her husband inside of her made her eyes roll up in the back of her head as she continued. As she rode, she felt heavy and large. Fertile and ripe. She couldn’t move very fast on his cock but her movements were deep and slow. Her meaty pussy swallowing all of his cock greedily. Mark was in heaven as felt the full weight of his wife on top of him. Her heavy belly rubbing against his stomach as she continued to grind on top of him. She put her hands back on mark’s chest to steady herself and started riding faster and harder on him. She felt her belly rock up and down and her heavy tits clapped together almost painfully.

“Yes baby, yes” Mark kept saying over and over again.

“Do you like feeling how heavy I am?” Emma asked in between deep sighs and moans. “You like how swollen and huge you’ve made your wife?”

“Fuck yes.” Was all Mark could reply as she neared towards another orgasm. This one took her completely by surprise. Usually she had to work at cumming but the more pregnant she became, the easier it came upon her. She felt her whole body tense up as it clenched deep inside her core. “I’m… I’m” she stammered as buried her hands into marks chest, almost drawing blood with her nails. The orgasm was going to be big, she could tell. So strong it would probably ache a little. She was right at the precipice when she suddenly felt mark’s hands all over her hips and he thrusted upward into her as strongly as he could and held himself there.

“You’re fucking beautiful “ Mark said and Emma let the waves crash all around her. Her whole body shook as she continued to semi rock on Mark’s penis. Her thighs clenched and unclenched at their own will. She felt this in the deepest part of herself, felt it all throughout her massively pregnant body. She was a fertile, ripe, pregnant queen thanks to her man. And she was going to completely soak him in her thanks. Somehow through the haze of her pleasure, she registered the fact that Mark had somehow gotten loose and taken his blindfold off. How he did it was beyond her at the moment but she didn’t even care.

Somehow, mark was able to lift her and put her down on her back with her legs spread for him. The pressure of all the baby weight immediately hurt her back and made it hard to breathe but she couldn’t care less at the moment. Mark began to drive into her as hard and as fast as he could. Her huge belly, slick with sweat, pressed against his stomach. He grabbed a handful of her pretty brown hair and kept thrusting.

“I fucking love you like this” he said “I want you heavy and swollen with my babies all the time. I especially love this-“ he grabbed either side of her belly. She grabbed on to his arms feeling a smaller orgasm come on and she teased the feeling along. ��You love pregnant women? You love a big pregnant wife? Show me. Show me how much you love that belly.” She demanded and started clenching again as the third orgasm hit. Mark quickly pulled out of his warm wife, felt himself throbbing in his hand, and groaned loudly as he erupted all over her massive, stretch marked belly. His whole body went stiff as a board as the sensation grabbed him by the spine. Shooting length after length of his hot cum all over her orb of a belly.

The pair stayed in place for a few moments, both trying to catch their breath. Mark slowly withdrew from the warmth of his wife and looked at the mess he had made of her.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry.” He said.

“Don’t be.” She replied as she started rubbing his seed all over her belly. “I needed to lotion anyways.”

They both erupted in laughter and held each other closely. It wouldn’t be long until their family would expand with another. And not long after that, two more.

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wannabemobwife · 4 years ago

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Guns, Glamour, Goodfellas - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Parker Holland x Platonic!Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, small smut, always a lot of dialogue, idk if there is anything else.

-Words: 3.2K

Author note: The driving test thing actually happened to me. I failed twice and then passed 3rd time. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Words: 3.2K

The Holland household was about to retire for the night. The lights of the rooms had been flipped off and the exit and entrance doors locked. When, SLAM, the sound of the front door shutting echoed through the house. It shook the pictures on the walls and knocked over a vase, spilling the delicate flowers.

Parker couldn’t stay in that house a minute longer, not after what he just learned, what he just overheard. Tom was in his office along with you, contemplating what to do next.

“What the hell was that?” You questioned as you sat on Tom’s lap.

“Sir?” William entered out of breath. “What is it William?” Tom asked, sounding concerned. “Parker just left.” “He what?” You asked. “He walked out of here,” William explained.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop him.” Tom yelled, steam basically coming out of his ears. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to.” “Tom, come on. We have to go find him” you screamed, rushing out of the room.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Tom said sternly, pointing his finger at William as he fled to get his car keys.

Driving around aimlessly on the streets of London. You were scared for the safety of your son. Parker coming home today with bloody knuckles showed you a glimpse of his future. A life of unapologetic dealings, making him question his morals once in a blue moon. You wanted more for your son. You would be proud of him regardless but, you wanted him to be happy.

Tom, in the past, suffered from nightmares, ever since your kidnapping. He would wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night screaming your name.

“Y/N? Y/N!?! NOOOO,” Tom screamed in his sleep.

“Tom? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N? Y/N! You’re.. you’re—,“ Tom gasped, coming out of his sleep

“Tommy, shh, I’m right here. I’m right here,” you whispered trying to calm him down. “Y/N, thank god you are okay. I thought I lost you,” Tom exasperated, trying to calm down his harsh breathing. “I’m right here, it was just a nightmare.”

“Can I just hold you for a little while?” “Of course, Tommy” you said as Tom started to fall asleep in her arms. You could feel his soft tiny breaths on her neck. And all was right with the world.

That euphoric feeling was associated with being in love. You were happy your son got to experience it for as brief a time. You didn’t know Charlotte all that well, be she made Parker happy. He had to grow up so fast, it wasn’t fair.

“Y/N were not going to find him, we should just go back home.” Tom said to you. “No, we’re gonna keep looking,” you replied, you couldn’t leave your son out in the cold all night.

“Wait, Tom stop the car. STOP THE CAR!” You thundered.

“It’s Parker,” you said, hopping out of the car.

“Parker? What are you doing?” You questioned as he kept his strides, moving away from you.

“Get in the car, let’s go home,” Tom explained.

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Parker yelled, continuing to walk away. “Parker stop fucking around and get in the car!” Tom yelled.

“Fuck you, dad. I’m done. When were you going to tell me that you are the reason. SHE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” Parker raged, pointing fingers left and right. “Parker get in the car and we can talk this out,” you pleaded. “No, mom. I love you and I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me I’m staying at uncle Haz’s tonight.”

“PARKER GET BACK HERE!” Tom screamed.

“Let him go Tom. He’ll be back, I know he will,” you said, holding Tom back.

In this moment, Tom felt like he lost Parker for good. They had a good relationship but, were growing closer because of the mob. Finally something to bond over.

The night had fallen a few hours later and Parker was walking through the deserted streets of southwest London. Coming up upon a house he had known all too familiar, Henry and Harrison’s abode. After a few knocks, he was surprised anyone answered the door at this ungodly hour.

“Parker? What are you doing here?” Henry answered half asleep. “Can I stay here tonight?” Parker asked directly, not inviting anymore questions.

“Yeah, of course,” Henry agreed. “Henry who the fuck is it?” Harrison yelled, coming down the stairs. “Oh, Parker… Do your parents know you are here?” Harrison asked, surprised to see the boy on his doorstep. “Yeah, I just can’t go back there, not tonight,” Parker explained. “Alright then, you can sleep on the couch,” Harrison said. “Thank you sir,” Parker said. He didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t the couch, the couch was rather comfy, it was all the thoughts running amuck in his mind.

Why the fuck would his family arrange the death of girlfriend? Why would his dad put on a show of pretending to look for her killer? Who the fuck were his parents? Mrs Owens, Charlotte’s mom, was right he and his family are in the business of ending lives and Parker had already gone too deep.

He was woken up by Henry coming down for morning coffee. “Hey. How’d you sleep?” Henry asked lowly. “Shitty,” Parker replied. “Henry I swear to god are you shagging my sister?” Parker screamed, addressing the invisible elephant in the room. “What she told you?” “Maybe. How the fuck could you do that. She’s my sister!” “Mate you got it all wrong. We aren’t shagging, just dating. Ok?” Henry explained.

“Alright, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though. Also don’t break her heart or I will hurt you,” Parker said only to be returned with chuckles from Henry. “I wouldn’t dream of it, she’s amazing. I think falling in love with her. By the way, that was a shitty threat. You’re a mobster and that’s the best you could come up with,” Henry ridiculed.

“Fuck you. Can I have some coffee?” Parker proposed. “Sure, but you gotta tell me what happened last night. Never in a million years have you ran away from home,” Henry asked, genuinely concerned. “I overheard my dad on the phone, he said “it was Dom who arranged the hit.” I have never met a Dom, never seen him around the house. I don’t think he is the one who pulled the trigger but, if he’s the one who gave up my location he might as well have,” Parker exclaimed. “Jesus, Parker. This is some fucked up shit. It sounds like your dad didn’t have anything to do with it anyway.” Henry mumbled, not to deliberately defend Tom

“I know he did. I’m done talking about this.” Parker asserted and Henry just nodded in response.

“Oh shit! Is today the 23rd?” Parker asked, afraid it was. “Yeah, why?” Henry replied, confused by the look of terror on Parker’s face.

“I have my drivers test today and I can’t believe I have to see my dad. Ugh!” Parker exclaimed.

Parker was doing his best to avoid the estate. He didn’t have a change of clothes or a toothbrush, he’d have to go back at some point. The fact that his driving license exam was today majorly screwed up his plans of ignoring Tom.

He was ready to get his license and had been practicing quite a lot. He stopped after his accident cause it hurt to drive but, getting a license was the first step in becoming an adult and earning more freedom, something he desperately needed.

What he needed the most was to get out. He wasn’t bred for this type of life. Killing, torturing and breaking the law took a loose morality that he didn’t know if he had. Parker was hurting and Tom was responsible. Parker felt like he needed to make Tom pay but, how could he hurt his own father. He couldn’t, he wasn’t some villain in a movie, he was only kid.

Deep down Parker loved Tom but, it was hard to love the person responsible for the bomb that blew up your life. Parker had to hit Tom where it hurts. Parker wouldn’t dream of hurting you but mobsters were brutal. He had heard the stories in the past of mobster’s hurting you to get to Tom. People would think rival mobs would want to come after him and not you. On the contrary, people associated with the mob were heartless, spineless creatures. They loved watching someone beg for their life and someone fall apart, knowing everything has been stripped away from them. Leaving them vulnerable and utterly alone.

The thing Tom loved most in this world, but he would never admit it, was his mob. Being apart of the mob gave Tom purpose. He didn’t know what he would be without it. He was too devious to be a wall street guy and too adventurous to be a stay at home dad. Tom didn’t run the mob for money, it was simply pleasure.

Devising the plan to take Tom down from the inside out required more planning than ever imagined. Parker’s main focus was to find the person that despised Tom the most. Someone who could make Tom’s blood boil at the utterance of his or her name.

Parker had Harrison drive him to the DMV, fully expecting to see you, but his heart stopped when he saw Tom. Barely acknowledging him, only nodding when Tom muttered something. Rosie was there also, taking her test at the same time. She hadn’t practiced as much as Parker but was confident in her driving ability.

Just like the driving license exam, Parker was the first to go. He waited in driver’s seat, in line, on the side of DMV. Trying to not let his nerves get the best of him. The examiner instructed Parker to start the car, do his hand signals and make his way out of the parking lot to begin the test. The entire process was routine. The whole thing only spanning about 20 mins, then it was Rosie’s turn.

Parker came out of the car, thrusting the paper that signified his passing in the air.

“I passed! I passed! You’re looking at the newest driver of the Hollands,” Parker exclaimed, extremely giddy.

“Rosie Holland?” Called out the driving test examiner. Rosie stood up and took a much needed long breath.

She wasn’t one for cracking under the pressure but, did have trouble being judged. As a child Rosie used to participate in gymnastics, she gave it up as she grew more and more self conscious with age. Later switching to a mix of after-school activities celebrating the arts. She very much enjoyed choir and drama, occasionally dance. “I know you’ll do great honey,” Tom reassured her. “Thanks, dad,” Rosie murmured, ready to face her biggest fear, judgment.

The exam was the same as Parkers. The examiner asked for her to show all the buttons in the car, the hand signals and exit the parking lot safely. The test also only took 20 mins, however when they pulled up she wasn’t as ecstatic as Parker was.

“I didn’t pass,” she mumbled, trying to not let tears fall. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. You can always take the test again. Parker, can you take her to the car while I run to the restroom,” Tom said, bring his daughter into a warm embrace. Parker nodded in return and led the way. Now, it was only Tom making his way into the DMV to give the examiner an offer he can’t refuse.

“I’m sorry sir, I heard that you didn’t pass my daughter but you passed my son. I’d like to hear your reasoning for such a grave error. I don’t understand they are both excellent drivers, I’ve been driving with them for months.” Tom asked, he wasn’t going to let his baby girl cry over something so basic as a driving test.

“She only turned her signal on at 100 feet before the light and not at 150 feet before,” he explained. “That’s complete and utter bullshit and you know it. I would greatly appreciate it if you were to pass my daughter, Rosie Holland, as in Tom Holland. I’m sure you’re not as stupid as I think you are. Am I right?” Tom threatened.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I wasn’t aware of who she… who you are,” pleaded the examiner. “It’s alright, just consider it a warning. Now, should I call my daughter back in here so you can give her her license?” Tom asked as the examiner nodded, almost fearful for his life. Tom’s reputation preceded him everywhere he went. What good was his reputation if it couldn’t put a smile on Rosie’s face?

Tom quickly sent a text to Parker saying “Come inside with Rosie.” In a few minutes they were there and the examiner apologized for the confusion and passed her.

“I can’t believe I passed! Dad can you drop me off at Henry’s? I want to tell him the good news,” Rosie cheered.

“Sure darling. Parker, are you staying there tonight?” Asked Tom. “No, I need new clothes,” Parker mumbled.

“Good. Your mother misses you,” Tom responded. Tom didn’t know how to address everything. Everything had gotten so screwed up. How was he supposed to explain to his son that his grandfather is the reason Charlotte was dead?

Pulling up to Henry’s house, Rosie practically jumped out of the car. She couldn’t contain her excitement to see the person who made life worthwhile. Just looking at his greenish hazel eyes gave her butterflies.

“Henry, I passed! Wanna go for a drive?” Rosie asked, twirling his keys on her fingers. “Sure, let’s get some dinner.”

They went to a nice restaurant in downtown London. Henry had the whole night planned out. Take Rosie to a lovely dinner, go on the London Eye, confess his true feelings and drive back to spend the night with his girl.

Love was new to both of them. Just learning the fact that when you are in love, you become half of a whole. The dinner was lovely, they went to a little Italian restaurant called Casa Nostra and fell in love with the ambiance. Rosie order a shrimp scampi and Henry ordered a pizza. She made fun of him for taking her to such a classy place and only ordering pizza. Not even a luxury pizza with truffles or sausage, just classic pepperoni.

After dinner, they made their way to the London Eye. Rosie and Henry had both been there before, but they enjoyed watching the city from that height. As they reached the top, Henry pulled Rosie close. How did he get this lucky to have her in his arms. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I have something for you. Hold out your hands,” Henry said, pulling out silver a necklace with a H and a R on it.

“Oh my god, Henry. It’s beautiful,” Rosie exclaimed admiring the dainty jewelry. “You’re beautiful,” he responded, causing Rosie to blush.

After a few moments of silence along with staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Henry chimed in, “Roo, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Henry, I know I’m falling in love you.” Smiles both envelop their faces as they pressed into a kiss.

They made their way back to Henry’s house and found comfort on the couch. Rosie and Henry put on a movie but barely paid attention to it as they were both too consumed in each other.

As the movie played in the background, clothes were discarded one after the other. First Rosie’s shirt and Henry’s was soon to follow.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Henry whispered nuzzling himself between her breasts.

“Henry,” Rosie hummed as his hand traveled to the waistband of her jeans. He started to fiddle with the button and zipper, ready to take this love fest further.

Rosie was not ready for that. God she loved him but Rosie wanted it to be more special. Especially since the last time she almost inadvertently lost her virginity was at that party.

“Henry... stop,” Rosie said, trying to hide her timid tone. He immediately pulled away, halting all movements.

“Roo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry but I want to wait. Is that ok?”

“Rosie, of course. I never want you to feel pressured. We’ll wait as long as you want,” Henry assured.

“Thank you. Now that that’s out of the way. Can we go back to kissing?” Rosie questioned, missing the taste of his lips.

“Of course, baby.” He chuckled, smiling into the kiss.

Henry placed his hands on her hips and brought her into a loving kiss. She immediately kissed back, opening her mouth wider to allow entrance for his tongue, deepening the kiss. Nothing could get more perfect than this moment.

Meanwhile, Parker was having an awkward dinner with you and Tom. Tom had refused to talk to his son and you were giving Tom the cold shoulder because of it.

“Thanks for dinner. I’m going out,” said Parker as he exited the dining room. “Where are you going?” Tom asked, tired of all his games. “Like I said out,” Parker exclaimed, leaving without a single goodbye.

Parker drove to hotel and casino downtown called Aurelia. He had contacted a fairly new friend for information on Tom’s rival. Jazz, aka Jasmine Ramsey a contract killer, was starting to become quite the informant to Parker. She enjoyed bouncing around even though her allegiance with always be with Tom secondly, after herself. She didn’t become a master assassin by not playing on both teams. The valets parked his car as he walked toward the hotel.

Coming up to concierge to ask “I’m here to see some guy called Wilson.” “Is he expecting you?” asked the concierge. “Doubt it, tell him a Holland needs to talk to him. I’ll wait,” Parker said, really coming into this new role.

“Right this way Mr. Holland,” Parker was escorted to the 11th floor, almost like a penthouse.

“Tommy boy, what’s this concerning? You have some balls showing up. I could have you dead on the spot.” Spoke the mysterious mobster, from his dim office. Parker stood in the doorway, this was his last chance, he could leave right now and not screw over his father. But it was too late.

“It’s not Tom. I hear you hate my old man. Something we have in common. I’m here to offer my services,” Parker said, confidence fading.

Swallowing the lump in his throat and hiding the sweat marks on his face, those were all huge tells of lying. He could be dead in 5 seconds flat if they thought his motives weren’t pure. “What the fuck do you think you have to offer me?” replied the cunning mobster. “I’m Tom Holland’s son, anything. Take your pick Wilson.” Parker concluded.

That was it. There is no going back now. Parker was what they would call a double agent, only if he was a spy. Nope, he is a mobster and he is now a rat. People have been killed in front of their family for far less.

Betrayal is the ultimate crime, having someone you trust just turn their back on them. Whatever Parker just did, changed everything. He could never go back. He started a war and this was just the beginning.

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Valentine’s Day with the Haikyuu Boys

Various x Female Reader || Different Lover Tropes (sfw)

Iwaizumi Hajime (Friends to Lover Trope)

Y’all have been friends for as long as him and oikawa have been friends- but just a little more distant

You’re the person he goes to when he has girl problems or problems in general

So when he isn’t feeling particularly well about himself he goes to you.

He lays his head on your chest, your shoulder, your lap (usually 99% always your plush thighs)

He makes you play with his hair and his hands when he’s feeling sad because you care for him like no one else has (well, his mother but you know what I mean.)

But tell me why y’all haven’t dated. No one fucking knows. Not even oikawa.

So a few days before V-day you ask Iwa if he was a valentines and he says No and questions why you asked him.

You tell him not to worry and plan out everything

HE’S SO SO EMBARRASSED WHEN YOU BRING HIM A SINGLE WHITE ROSE A HOMEMADE CHOCOLATES

He’s like? “W-why? Why’d you do that?”

and you obviously have the tsundure qualities he has so your like “B-because i like you stupid!!! Now are you taking the damn gift or not? I know Oikawa would-”

He’s like- NO NO. Stop right there. “Give me that! SHITYKAWA WOULDNT APPRECIATE THIS THE WAY I WOULD!” Iwa is barking at this point

You: “FINE! THEN! TAKE IT- NOT LIKE I CARE!”

whole school it just watching you guys romantically bark at eachother

Iwa: “FINE! THIS MEANS WE’RE DATING, RIGHT?”

You: “YES.”

Iwa: “GOOD.”

You: “GREAT.”

it’s so awkward the whole day. like grossly awkward. but the tension dies down when you sit next to him during lunch and slowly caress the back of his hand the way you did when you weren’t dating

he’s glad you opened up to him because it would have taken him much longer to admit that he liked you

Time Skip Iwaizum Hajime

Buys you a bouquet of 23 white roses the day before valentine’s day to give you the twenty-fourth on valentine’s day. He does this every year now.

You guys invite friends over because as (almost) 30 years old you think it’s a little cheesy, Hajime acts like its Valentines Day every day. So when Matsukawa and Hanamaki come over, they get really drunk and they appreciate you guys for not being lovey dovey around them and they start sobbing and laughing bc they’re single.

This becomes a tradition but ofc, sometime iwa calls ahead of time to tell them not to come over for... certain reasons.

He’s probably the cheesiest man on earth because he does not romance well- neither do you but he tries his best.

Would probably ask you to marry him on valentines day if you hadn’t told him before hand “If you even think about proposing on valentines day- I will rip out your organs... Ugh- thats so cheesy, everyone gets engaged on valentines day... Do it like the morning after new years or sum...”

*iwa secretly putting a red velvet box back in his underwear drawer*

*laughing nerveously* “Hahaha, right- fucking stupid...”

You look at him blankly “Don’t tell me you where about to propose?”

Iwa: “NO! NOT AT ALL.”

You: “What are you hiding in your underwear drawer then, Hajime?”

Iwa: “NOTHING WOMAN, STOP BEING NOSY.”

Osamu Miya (Platonic)

You look so pretty when you come into the gym and everyones like “looking good y/n.” and it’s normal bc your their manager- ofc they’d hype you up.

But the closer they get, they notice your crying.

Osamu isn’t in the gym, he’s getting water in the back and he sees that Aran is holding you in his arms and he just knows something is wrong and everyone is trying to hold him back because he knowns exactly what happened. He’s calling Atsumu over and he’s ready.

Everyone is chasing them down and Osamu already has his guy pinned to the floor (lets just say he has baseball practice)

You’re rushing to get Osamu off but get gets a few swings in before you completely pull him off.

Samu: “You’re too good for this Idiot anyway.” he looks at Kita, “I’m ditching practice and I’m taking her out, I’m not taking no as an answer.”

It was the first time anyone has stood up to Kita and he just nods.

Samu: “Let me wash up, alright? I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

He kisses your forehead and runs your thumb on your cheek, “Stop crying, makes you look ugly.”

As much you wanted to frown, you bursted out a laugh before shoving him away, “Not as ugly as Atsumu.”

Time Skip Osamu Miya (Boss/Employee Trope)

Osamu calls you really early in the morning to ask you to work on valentines day. For some reason, he hates this day more than anything. He doesn’t like how girls (of all ages) bring him stuff and he ALWAYS has to reject them but now since your working you’re the the ones who kicks them out.

He loves watching you run them away with a sweet smile and when you turn around you have the most annoyed look on your face, it’s really cute.

Samu: “Thank you princess.”

You: “Yeah, shut up and get to cookin’ boss.”

He just smirks and tilts his little onigiri hat and starts on orders again

Once the shift is over and the restaurant is closed, cleaned and organized, you’re waiting for him at one of the tables you didn’t pick up yet and he brings you out a really cute meal.

You: “What’s this for?”

Samu: “A thank you, for- *clears throat* not leaving my side... and I-uh don’t want you to do so, any time soon.”

You’re looking at him blankly. He forgot how blunt he had to be with you.

Samu: “I- God, I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You: “OH! Oh my god.... Really? Are you sure?”

Samu: “Y/n, I- You’re lucky I love you....”

You: “L-Love me?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights... “Uh-I uh... crap- I didn’t mean-”

You: “Shut up and kiss you Idiot.”

Samu: “Okay- yeah good idea.”

Matsukawa Issei (Best Friends Older Sister || First Love Trope) @sloppykyuu

You’re only two years older than him but ever since he became friends with Hanamaki (around the age of 7) he came over once and you bumped into him and he blushed to the point he looked like a cherry tomato

Maki thought it was gross that he suddenly started liking his older step sister

You and Hanamaki get along really well now (You’re 18, making Maki and Matsun are 16), so whenever Matsukawa is around you jokingly called him “Nii-san.” When Hanamaki wasn’t there and he spit out his drink.

You laughed so hard and just ruffled his hair a little and left him alone for the rest of the day

Ofc you teased him a lot but the second you turned 18, they cooled down a lot.

So when he gives you a bouquet of Sakurasou (Primula Sieboldii, which signify desire and long lasting love.

Matsukawa: “ Please accept the flowers- I know you’ve been keeping your distance because of your age and you don’t have to accept my feelings for you but please accept these flowers.”

The sweetest boy you’ll ever meet ngl, “Thank you Matsun...” you gave him a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hair. “As me again when you’re older, yeah? I’ll always be willing to give you a chance.”

Timeskip Matsukawa Issei

When he turns 18, you weren’t single. He was so miserable watching you be happy but when you come home a little sad looking, Hanamaki and him are pretty confused when you tell them that YOU broke up with your boyfriend

Maki: “Everything was going alright with you guys- what happened?”

You: “I uh- I lost feelings... Nothing against him or anything, I just... just happen to like someone else now.”

You don’t look at Matsukawa so he’s like- ugh.... another guy? he’s heartbroken just a little.

3 years later when both of you got drunk when Maki was out for a valentines day date- Matsun was like, “Admit it already, you’ll never find a guy who dedicates to you the way I have.”

You’re a blushing mess since your drunk and you just pin him to the floor, a little teary eyed, “Maybe your right... Maybe I should give you your chance. You’re still so in love with me? After all this time?”

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and smiles, “Of course I have... You I would have lasted being friends with Maki if it weren’t for you?”

Maki: “I HEARD THAT!”

Both of you laugh but you lay your body on him as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead as your step brother grimaced at the sight. “Took both of you long enough, disgusting...”

Ushijima Wakatoshi (Reunion Romance Trope)

You’ve known Ushijima the longest out of everyone, even Tendo. And every year you ask him to be your valentines and he agrees bc your friends.

From the start it was always a friendly thing but at some point, your feelings for him changed during high school.

You don’t tell him, you never dared because you know his dedication towards volleyball would always go before his feelings.

One day you’re down the hall from his class and you notice that he’s talking to a girl- or more the girl is talking to him, so you hide in the corner. She was offering him a box of chocolates but he politely denies by saying “There’s only one girl who’s allowed to be my valentines, but please don’t take this personally, she mean’s everything to me.”

D-did you just here that right? Your leaning against the wall and sliding your back all the way to the floor, blushing like a mad woman.

So when Ushijima walks down the hall and sees a small figure to his side, he’s really worried as to why you are on the floor looking hot. “Y/n? Are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

THIS MAN DOES NOT PUT HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD BUT HE PUTS HIS OWN AGAINST YOURS

You’re trying so heard not to breathe onto his face but then he looks into your eyes when hes doing this and you shove his gift onto his chest. “PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FACE AND J-JUST TAKE THEM, IM FINE...” His warm fingers graze your for a second when he takes the chocolates and you just can’t do it anymore “I N-NEED TO GO NOW, BYE TOSHI- WAKATOSHI.”

Doesn’t question you, like ever.

During graduation you tell everyone that you are leaving over seas and Toshi honestly looks like a kicked puppy- his best friends, they’re all leaving.

You’re crying into his arms when he’s dropping you off at the airport.

Timeskip Ushijima Wakatoshi

7 years. It’s been 7 years since wakatoshi has see your pretty face.

You send a valentines post card and somehow it always gets there a day before, the day after or sometimes- even on valentines day.

You forced him to give you his address when he moves every time bc you send him a basket of goods. Usually a fruit arrangements bc you know he has a sweet tooth for fruits covered in chocolate- even tho he doesn’t really understand them

But this year nothing has arrived yet, until you text him to open the door since something was dropped off.

He’s a little confused as to why you noticed him but he opened the door, and there you where- standing right in front of him with luggage and his yearly valentines gift.

“You’re looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?”

He doesn’t say anything but pull you into a hug.

“...I missed you too big guy.”

After several, long virtual calls- he finally got to see you in person.

He pulls you back and looks a little upset.

You: “What? What’d I do?”

Toshi: “I might have sent flowers to your home.”

You low key wanna start crying, “What kind of flowers?”

WHYD YOU ASK THAT, HE LOOKS ALL FLUSTERED NOW, PLZ TELL HIM THAT YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW

Toshi: “Um.... anarrangementoftwentyfourwhiterosesbecauseiwantedtotellyouhowifeltbutididntknowhowtodoitanyotherwayandididntwanttodoitthroughacomputerscreen.”

You: “I hope you know, I understood every single word you just said.”

You give him a soft smile and lean down to pick something up that was covered by your bags. A bouquet of 24 white roses.

You: “I think... I feel the same way.”

He has never wanted to kiss someone so bad.

Toshi:“May I kiss you?”

You: “Do you really have to ask?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi (Enemies To Lovers || Secret Admirer Trope)

You probably get 20 confessions on valentines day every year, every time it’s the same handwriting and sometimes it’s new.

But one day, a specific letter get’s into your desk instead of your locker, a black envelope with a white pearly wax stamp with silver lettering on the back “From your secret admirer :]”

The smiley face is a little distorted and you smile at it, but it turns into a scowl when Sakusa naps it from your fingertips. Luckily it was lunch and not may people where in this class. “Secret admirer? Who’d like your dumbass.”

You pull the note out of his hands and sit back down, “Maybe a bigger dumbass, now leave alone asshole.”

He rolls his eyes and sits on his desk, that just happens to be at your back left.

He noticed the smile you had on your lips when you sat back down and looked at the letter. He could tell that your mood had changed when you leaned back and read the letter with awe. He obviously couldn’t tell you in was him.

If he did, you’d probably think it was a joke. But it was nothing like that, he never meant to create an awful relationship between you to but he had made a nasty joke about you and you happen to overhear and have disliked him every since.

He’s kept the bully act ever since and now doesn’t know how to go back.

You looked giddy all day after reading the love letter he left for you, he didn’t know how to feel.

He never stopped sending the letters.

Around the third year, they began to stop and so did Sakusas bullying- but only because you didn’t have any classes together. So when one day you’re walking towards your locker, really late because you had to clean up the classroom. You see him slide a letter in your locker.

You don’t confront him right then and there but you decide to let him walk a way just a little before you quickly get to your locker and open the letter.

You scan over the letter and you see that famous distorted smiley face and all the feelings they had written down. You where furious.

“Hey Sakusa!” You somehow where able to catch up to him and pushed his back as he walked away. “Is this funny to you?! Is messing with people’s feelings fucking funny to you?”

When he turned around he didn’t expect to see you crying, so he just stood like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Answer me! Why’d you do this? Three years, three fucking years I thought this was someone who actually had feelings for me, someone I thought I could fall in love with myself but I guess this was just some joke right? Some prank? Who wrote these? You know what- It doesn’t even matter. Fuck you and your fucking letter.” You shoved the letter at his chest and push him in the process.

He freezes a little but he’s running to catch up with you, “Y/n! Y/n stop walking away. L-Let me explain. Y/N!” He’s able to snatch your wrist and pull you towards him.

The tears are still running down your cheeks and his heart is shattering. “It wasn’t a joke. It- it was never a joke, never a dare. I promise, every word in those letters, are what I truly feel.”

You: “Bull- How do I even know that you wrote them in the first place, you can just be the messenger.”

Oomi: “If you put every letter together, it spells my name.”

You roll your eyes at him.

Oomi: “Don’t believe me?

You: “Of course I don’t.”

“Fine, umm.....”

Both of you didn’t really notice how his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. “Every time I just happen to catch a glance at you when you aren’t looking, it seems like peace on earth... There is no other sight i’d rather see then to see you smile at me, at me only. I want you to look at me the way you look at them but I know in my heart that it will take years for you to look at me that way.”

You pull your wrist away from his hand and wipe your face clean from the tear that have dried down.

“The day you heard me make fun of you... I don’t have any excuses for it. I did it and I regret it and- and I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head and begin to laugh... “I don’t even want to believe you.”

“I know, I just please let me make it up to you.”

Timeskip Sakusa Kiyoomi

You: “Oomi, I thought you hated valentines day.”

Oomi: “I do, but you deserve flowers because I was an asshole for so long.”

You: “... that was like 8 years ago...”

Oomi “Your point?

He hands you over the flowers and gives you a soft kiss. “You deserve so much more, and every day I will give you more, understand?”

You begin to giggle mid kiss, “Yes sir.”

Oomi: “Do you still have those letters?”

You: “Of course, I read them every time your gone.”

A/N: THIS TOOK ALL DAY- I WORK TOMORROW BUT I MIGHT WRITE SOMETHING UP BC IVE BEEN OBSESSED W NANAMI LATELY

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wilbursvienna · 3 years ago

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this is me practicing writing with some c!fundy angst :D

The Blissful Melody of Heartache

Upon a lifetime of tragedy, grief and pain becomes the only constant in one’s life. The inner void consuming one’s heart slowly but steadily becomes the norm, as if it was natural for one to ache like this.

Life wasn’t always like this, though. Life had been beautiful at once, life, at one point, meant love, light, it meant warmth. Life was an unforgettable amalgamation of beauty seen through the eyes of a mother. Life was the warmth of holding the hands of the person you loved as you bid them goodbye, knowing that they would come back safe and sound. Life was hearing one’s mother sing tenderly, telling the stories of warriors and shepherds who would protect their towns with their lives.

At least that was what life meant for Fundy when he was born. Born to a revolutionary and a gentle woman who knew no violence, with vibrant orange hair, and a smile that would captivate thousands-- no, millions.

His father, Wilbur, had been born from a stern and serious father, a man once called the Angel of Death. His mother was the opposite, however, contrasting his father’s sternness with love and compassion. Despite living like royalty, Wilbur had looked for a path for himself, far away from his father and mother. An only child with hopes of becoming a hero. Through his travels he met Sally.

Sally was a warm summer afternoon. She was gentle in her touch and in her words, but fierce and strong on the battlefield. Wilbur had fallen in love with her because her hair reminded him of the sunsets he had witnessed when he was young, with his mother by his side. Her voice reminded him of the herding calls he listened to early in the morning. And there was nothing but love between the two. Nothing more pure than their mutual adoration.

So, when Fundy was born, with that familiar shade of orange hair like a sunset, and eyes laced with stardust and love, Wilbur was overwhelmed with happiness. Fundy was like a reminder of where home truly was. As he cradled him in his arms, gently singing the herding call that once awoke him early in the morning, he could see nothing but a wonderful future ahead of them.

His childhood was as happy as any others, rather peaceful for the first few years. They were ordinary, the only thing standing out were the odd fox ears that fundy had been born with, and even then, their life was not short of ordinariness. His mother used to carry him around the house while she cooked and cleaned and shopped and sang.

When Fundy was old enough to walk, he followed his father around as he prepared something he couldn’t truly understand. Keywords like revolution, whispers, and secrets were the things he learnt little by little by sneaking under the meeting table as they discussed state secrets.

As tensions grew with Wilbur’s secret plans, his mother began to lose strength. It became increasingly harder for her to get up from bed, and Fundy had to learn how to put on his own clothes, and how to cook broth early in the morning, before she even woke up.

Wilbur would play airplane with Fundy, he would chase him around their garden with his arms open, mimicking the sound of the planes he heard fly high above in the sky early in the morning, the king’s army. Fundy couldn’t help but giggle as he felt his tummy jump with adrenaline from running from his father’s loving arms. Sometimes they would rest underneath an old willow tree where Wilbur told him stories of the brave battles his father had fought before him.

On the days where Sally couldn’t wake up for more than a few hours before being exhausted by life itself, Wilbur would help her get up, and they would dance classic ballads from a record Wilbur had bought, together in their bedroom, occasionally allowing his son to join them. Music showered their household on those afternoons, with a yellow-ish afternoon light that bathed them in warmth and comfort.

Fundy would turn 14 the night his mother no longer could get up without his father’s help. Bedridden and exhausted from the weight of a life of light, she fell to her eternal slumber on the night of Fundy’s fifteenth birthday. A loud cry was heard across the town as Fundy grasped her mother’s hand firmly, holding on to any small traces of her once brilliant presence. He swore he would exchange his life for hers, he deemed himself unworthy of living in a world without her mother’s brightness. As he was dragged away from her body, he ripped off her gold bracelet from her hand, running into his bedroom, looking for comfort.

A comfort which would never be found.

In that very same year, war broke out. His father was at the head of the revolution. It was only then that he had begun to grasp the whispers and secrets he used to hear his father say while he hid underneath the table.

His father called for independence of the land where he grew up. In place of the prairies he used to run around as a small child, strong black walls were placed, with yellow banners hanging from them. Promising protection, and a bright future, away from someone he had only heard been called a tyrant, who deserved nothing in their land.

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When Fundy was born, his father noticed that in his hair there were small strands of pure white hair, at first it was only a strand or two, but as he grew older, his hair grew bigger patches of white. Never hiding the vibrant orange he got from his mother, however.

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Wilbur noticed he began to get similar white hairs in his head, for different reasons. Stress and age didn’t mix well, and it could be seen. Nonetheless, the few revolutionaries gathered in the street, ready to fight this tyrant whose real name had never been spoken in the cabinet.

The people in the cabinet became like older siblings to Fundy, as he began to prepare to participate in the fight himself. Tommy, Tubbo, Niki, Eret. They all represented a new image of what home could be, beyond the fighting and the pained screaming in the middle of the night. Beyond war itself, there was a window to a new reality, where he was happy, where he was at ease with himself, and with those who surrounded him.

He would go from 15 to 20 in the span of the next months, from learning how to hold a bow from his own father, to learning how to hold a sword from Tommy. He became a little soldier boy in the span of a few weeks, growing only a bit taller.

Changing from his classic bowtie and striped pants to a uniform that united the revolutionaries as one. A light blue jacket sown by his own father, with a small fox embroidered on the inside of the jacket, so he would never lose his jacket.

A boy changed into a man.

Even as his house was blown up by TNT planted by his own family, Eret, the traitor, he upheld faith for one day getting a normal life, a normal family. Peace. But the war took no rest, and the unnamed tyrant After burning down their houses, and their important belongings, he would only be satisfied when there were honorifics in his bloodshed.

So, Tommy, his father’s brother, stepped up to the challenge. If Tommy won, their country would have independence, if he lost, there would be nothing. Ten paces, and then they would fire.

Time felt like it was going slow.

Fundy remembered the first time he met Tommy, he was only a few years older than him, yet he had the eyes of a man that had lived thousands of lives before this one. His cheery personality could light up any room, yet underneath that loud laughter there was sorrow, and heartache.

Tommy continued to take steps back, as well as his opponent. His life didn’t flash before his eyes. There was an unfamiliar silence weighing on his shoulder, there wasn’t peace, but it was the only moment he had met such a profound void of sound.

The sound of the arrows breaking the wind barrier was enough to take Fundy’s breath away. Seeing Tommy fall to his back, with an arrow stuck into his shoulder, his enemy left untouched. For a moment, for a split millisecond, everything stopped, as the masked tyrant turned around and a boy who signified newborn hope fell.

Tommy would later on sacrifice his most valued possession for the sake of the country. For the sake of Fundy, and Niki, and Wilbur and Tubbo. He gave up a music disc, which was so incredibly important to him for reasons unknown, and only then did the masked tyrant give up the violence. Only then did he feel powerful enough to leave them alone.

Was it worth it though?

#fundy #dream smp #dreamsmp #writing #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #angst ??#nihachu #tommyinnit #head canon #headcanon

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chaolie · 3 years ago

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Fundy Week, Day 1 - Friendship

Here's my attempt at participating in @fundyfiles' Fundy Week! You can also find this on my ao3!! ...Look, I did my best, I promise, and I have no idea how I got to 3k words, but here we are I guess!

Characters: Fundy, Ranboo

Words: 3k

Warnings: none

Summary: Fundy looks back on the times he still had people he called friends... and coincidentally, one of them shows up.

Fundy leaned against the counter and watched with a smile as Ranboo struggled to set up a sign in front of their shop. After a lot of work and effort, they were finally ready to start serving customers and selling ice cream, but they needed to let everyone else know that! That’s why the sign was so essential to their business, and that’s probably why Ranboo was growing more frustrated each time it fell over. But as someone who got to just watch, Fundy found it more amusing than upsetting, and he could barely hold in a laugh each time the wooden pole tumbled to the ground. It was no big surprise that after it happened for the 10th time, he couldn’t muffle the sound anymore.

“Oh, come on!” Ranboo groaned as he looked back into the shop. “Set it up yourself if you’re so smart.”

“Fine, fine, let a professional do it,” Fundy sighed, walking around the counter and joining his business partner outside. The half-enderman handed him the sign.

“A professional… in putting up signs?” he questioned as he watched Fundy examine the ground.

“Yeah! Exactly! Now move over and see how it’s done,” he confirmed with a hum. “Look, the most important thing about setting up a sign is actually putting the pole in the ground. Like this!” he explained before pushing the sign down with as much force as he could.

“Whoa, that’s very impressive,” Ranboo rolled his eyes while Fundy stepped back. To his credit, the sign didn’t fall over.

“Thank you, thank you. I don’t blame you for not knowing, it’s a very advanced technique, after all! Only a handful of people ever get to learn it!” the fox hybrid exclaimed, admiring the sign. “Hmm…. Do you have some dye? Maybe red? We should make it more visible.”

“Oh, yeah! I was going to paint it light blue since the sign is so dark! Here you go,” Ranboo nodded, handing him some dye he had prepared.

“Great, this will do! So now I need to just…” Fundy hummed, carefully trying to paint the sign. As soon as he touched it, it fell back. He tried to catch it, but all it earned him was blue dye all over his hands. Before he could properly react, Ranboo was already laughing.

“A true professional,” he managed to say through his laughter. Fundy sighed and picked the sign back up, resting it against the wall.

“Here! This looks fine! We don’t speak about what just happened!” he decided, making sure it was steady this time.

“Yeah, yeah, sure…” Ranboo nodded, still giggling to himself.

“Oh, come on! Look, there’s something wrong with the ground, that must be it!” Fundy concluded before turning his attention to his arms and trying to get the dye off of them.

“Of course, nothing else would explain that,” Ranboo nodded before walking inside the shop. “You should wash your hands now. There are some towels upstairs I think?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Fundy sighed, walking after him before parting ways to head up the stairs. “Watch the shop while I do that.”

“Sure,” Ranboo agreed, taking Fundy’s spot behind the counter.

Just as the half-enderman promised, there were a bunch of towels in one of the chests, and Fundy had his own water, so getting the dye off of his hands wasn’t as annoying as it could’ve been. Sure, it took him a while, but eventually, it looked as if nothing happened. Well, one of the towels was far bluer now, but that wasn’t a big deal, there were still many clean ones in case they’d ever need those. A big deal, however, was the sound of a bell ringing downstairs, signifying that someone just walked inside.

“Oh, hello there!” Ranboo greeted their first customer.

“Hi, I saw you finally opened the shop!” Niki answered him with a smile, walking further inside. “I figured me and Puffy could get some ice cream while we’re taking a small break. How much for 2 cones?” she asked as she finally made her way over to the counter.

“Uh… For 2 cones… That’s…..” Ranboo muttered in thought. They did not settle on any prices yet, had they?

“For two cones!” Fundy repeated as he rushed down the stairs. His friend seemed very relieved to see him. “For two cones, well… usually, that’d be like… 2 iron ingots? But you know what, Niki? You’re getting a neighbor-business discount!” he announced proudly as he joined Ranboo’s side.

“Oh? How much is it, then?” she asked curiously. She didn’t seem to believe that she’d save any money through that offer.

“10 diamonds,” he grinned, and she chuckled but didn’t doubt that he was serious

“I see,” she nodded. “How about, instead of that, I give you two a flower each? We’re still working on the garden, so we’re low on stock… but I think we can afford that.”

“Hmm… That sounds like a terrible deal,” Fundy pointed out before allowing himself to wonder about it for a bit. “What do you think, Ranboo?”

“Uh- Well,” the half-enderman started, significantly lowering his voice until it was barely a whisper. “If they’re low on stock and they’re giving it away, they won’t have anything else to sell?” he suggested. He sounded uncertain, but Fundy seemed to like the idea.

“You know what? Deal, give us the flowers,” he decided. Ranboo went to grab the ice cream as Niki placed one Cornflower and one Daisy on the counter.

“I’m glad we reached an agreement,” she hummed while waiting for her ice cream. In just a moment, Ranboo handed her the two cones and looked down at the flowers.

“They look nice,” he complimented, and the woman smiled at that.

“Thank you! If you want more, we still have a little short of a stack in our shop,” she informed on her way out. Fundy immediately fell silent.

“Uh… that’s… Sorry?” Ranboo muttered as she turned to leave.

“Joke’s on you, we can sell them as the first flowers from your shop ever acquired!” Fundy called after her, making her chuckle on her way out.

“Of course. Good luck with your business,” she wished as she left the building.

“...This was still a good deal, right?” Fundy asked hesitantly, turning to look at Ranboo. His friend shrugged.

“I mean… I guess? Maybe? At least a bit fair?” he tried to cheer him up, but they both knew it went terribly wrong.

“...This business will fall,” Fundy groaned dramatically, resting his face on the counter. Ranboo awkwardly patted his back.

“Hmm… Do you want some ice cream to cheer you up?” he suggested. After a moment of thinking about it, Fundy lifted himself off the counter.

“Yeah, actually. That sounds nice,” he agreed. “We need to set up some actual prices, huh?”

“That would be useful,” Ranboo nodded as he went to grab two more cones. “Let’s see how well they taste before we pick something.”

“Yeah!” Fundy agreed, joining him and helping to prepare the ice cream. It wasn’t too hard to do that, and soon enough, they both were trying out their own product for the first time… since opening, at least.

“This is so good!” Ranboo smiled with delight. “I think the 2 iron ingots are too little, actually!”

“Right! But how about this, 2 iron for trying them for the first time, 6 iron after that. Or 4 gold. Or 2 diamonds. Whatever they want to pay with,” he suggested. Ranboo nodded.

“Sounds good! We’ll just need it on a sign, but I bet a professional like you can handle that? And what do we do with the flowers?” he asked, looking down at the counter.

“Of course I can handle that! And flowers… Put them away and sell them once they’re worth more?” Fundy suggested jokingly.

“I mean, there’s not much more we can do with them,” Ranboo shrugged, picking them up. “The chest over there should be fine, right?”

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Fundy sat at the counter, turning a cornflower between his fingers, and thinking about the time he got it, accompanied by nothing but the sound of rain outside. The day he and Ranboo finally opened the shop, they had so many hopes for it… but it’s been closed for ages now. He wished they could reopen, that would surely be a great way to spend his time. He missed working there, missed getting to see Ranboo every day and joining forces with him, missed having the little rivalry with Puffy and Niki’s flower shop… missed the simpler times, when things weren’t nearly as bad.

“Man… I wonder if anyone would even consider buying this,” he muttered to himself, a bitter smile on his face as he turned the flower again. Even if someone wanted to get it, he probably wouldn’t sell it anyway, it served him as a reminder of the better days now.

Sudden footsteps outside snapped him out of his thoughts, someone was running down the path. Fundy tensed up once he heard them, who could it possibly be? Who would want to go on a run while it was raining? But it shouldn’t matter, should it? He was safe inside, no one would bother him there, and they would pass soon- The footsteps stopped, and someone started to struggle against the door. Immediately, Fundy dropped everything and ran towards the stairs, barely making it halfway up when he heard the stranger enter. He stopped in his tracks and turned to watch them, maybe they wouldn’t notice him? They closed the door and stumbled into the building until they reached the counter. Only then he could see them.

He silently watched as Ranboo leaned against the counter and tried to catch his breath. He was wearing his armour, which probably shielded him from the rain, but he still seemed exhausted. The fox hybrid stayed still as his old friend finally calmed down and looked up only to see the Cornflower lying in front of him. Oh no. He slowly reached towards it before looking at the chest it was supposed to be stored in.

“What…?” he muttered quietly. Fundy could already tell that he wouldn’t stay unnoticed for much longer, and the best he can do is make his presence known.

“Hey,” he greeted the half-enderman. Immediately, Ranboo jumped in surprise and took a step back before finally noticing him.

“Holy- Don’t scare me like that!” he gasped, before letting out a deep breath. If that happened back when the shop was still open, they’d both start joking about it and no one would be upset, but they weren’t as close anymore. And Fundy didn’t want to risk anything.

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly, looking down.

“It’s fine… And I was wondering why the door was locked,” Ranboo muttered, looking back at the entrance. That got the fox hybrid’s attention.

“I was wondering why it was open,” he admitted. “...Do you come here a lot?”

“I mean… Yeah?” Ranboo admitted, reaching back to rub his neck only to flinch and quickly put his hand back down. Of course, his armour was still covered in the rainwater.

“Oh sh- Are you okay?” Fundy asked, concern overshadowing his anxiety caused by meeting Ranboo again.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay,” the half-enderman confirmed slowly. He did his best to stop moving when he realized how easily the water from the armour could touch his skin.

“What were you even doing outside in the rain?!” Fundy asked, a confused frown appearing on his face.

“...Looking for a shelter?” Ranboo answered hesitantly. The fox hybrid sighed.

“Of course. Hold on, I’ll grab you a towel. There should still be some up there,” he remembered, turning to go up the stairs.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” Ranboo called after him.

The upstairs didn’t change much, and Fundy had no trouble navigating it. He knew which chest to open and within seconds, he was staring at a small pile of towels. They kept them around while building the shop just in case it would rain, and apparently, that was still something they could help with. Careful to leave the one still stained with blue dye behind, he grabbed a few and rushed back downstairs.

“Here, this should be enough,” he announced as he got over to Ranboo and handed him a few.

“More than enough,” the half-enderman confirmed as he started to dry his armour. “How long were they up there for?” he wondered out loud.

“Ages,” Fundy sighed. “You should probably get that off of yourself,” he pointed out, setting the extra few towels aside and putting one of them over the helmet, too.

“I know, I know, I’m trying,” Ranboo nodded, removing the now-drier helmet off his head and setting it down on one of the nearby tables.

“Alright. Do you need more towels?” the fox hybrid offered, unsure what else he could do to help. The half-enderman shook his head.

“It’s alright. It’s enough,” he assured, stopping for a moment to stare outside. The rain seemed even heavier than moments ago. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere, huh?”

“Yeah… The weather’s really bad today,” Fundy nodded in agreement. He slowly looked around the room only to spot something behind the counter. A freezer he once built himself. “Hey, do you think that thing still works?”

“Hm? I mean, maybe? I actually don't think I ever checked that,” Ranboo admitted before turning his attention back to getting out of his armour.

“Well, would you look at that! I think it's still running!” Fundy marveled as he made his way over to the machine, carefully opening the freezer and looking into it before chuckling quietly. “Hey Ranboo, do you want some ice cream?”

“...What?” Ranboo asked slowly as he placed his chest plate next to his helmet.

“There's still ice cream here! And as the guy who built this freezer, I trust it and I WILL try it,” Fundy declared, looking around for some cones. Ranboo hesitated for a bit before sighing.

“You know what? Get some for me too, I barely remember what it tastes like anymore,” he decided finally. Fundy nodded and went to grab two cones before returning to the freezer. This was… nice. Almost like how it used to be. Eating ice cream rather than worrying about things like rain.

“Alright! Just give me a second,” he hummed, preparing the ice cream before approaching Ranboo with it. By the time he did, all pieces of the half-enderman’s armour were already safely put away. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” he smiled, carefully taking a cone and hesitating for a moment before trying it. Fundy didn’t take long to start eating as well.

“Mmm… As great as always,” he hummed with delight. He was very happy he spotted the freezer when he did. After just a moment, Ranboo was nodding in agreement.

“Incredible,” he chuckled quietly. “Man, how come we're not millionaires yet?”

“It's probably because we don't sell it anymore,” Fundy pointed out. It was sad, but he could worry about that once he was alone, not in his old friend’s presence.

“Yeah, that's probably it,” Ranboo nodded, going silent for a moment as he wondered about something. “We should start again,” he decided finally, and Fundy froze.

“W-wait, really?” he asked in disbelief. That sounded… too perfect, he must’ve misheard him, right?.

“I mean, if you want to?” Ranboo answered, a bit more nervous than before. As soon as Fundy acknowledged the answer, he couldn't stop a smile from appearing on his face.

“Of course I want to! I love this shop!” he agreed quickly, as if trying to do so before Ranboo would change his mind.

“Yeah! Let's become the best ice cream shop again!” he smiled brightly, and it didn’t seem like was going to decide against the idea anytime soon... Fundy could barely contain his excitement.

“This time we're keeping that title! We'll just need to come up with prices and get some more ice cream and we can officially reopen! Then we can try to expand, or get other kinds of foods, or start advertising, or-”

“How about we eat our ice cream before it melts? Then we can start planning,” Ranboo suggested with a chuckle. Fundy nodded, remembering the cone still in his hands.

“Yeah, yeah, you're right… Oh, this is going to be so amazing!!” he hummed as he went back to eating.

“Man, if I knew you'd react like this, I would've approached you ages ago,” Ranboo sighed quietly. Judging by how he tensed slightly just seconds later, it wasn’t something he wanted Fundy to hear.

“Why didn't you?” he asked. The half-enderman stayed frozen for a moment before shifting nervously.

“Oh, well… I figured you were still upset?” he answered hesitantly.

“Upset?” Fundy repeated after him, confusion painted on his face. Ranboo nodded to confirm.

“Yeah. Look, I don't remember what exactly happened, but I think we had an argument after… L'Manburg blew up? And I don't remember what I said, but I’m pretty sure that it hurt you, so… I wanted to give you space?” he explained nervously. Fundy stopped eating for a moment and just stared at his companion.

“Is that really… is that why you were avoiding me?” he asked slowly. Ranboo nodded again.

“Yeah… I guess it wasn’t the best idea I ever had. And actually, since we’re already talking about this… I’m sorry? I don’t know if that means anything anymore, but I am, ” he continued with even less confidence. Fundy’s original shock was slowly fading away as he listened to what seemed to be the most awkward apology he ever witnessed… an apology he never thought he’d hear.

“It's alright. I'm not upset anymore!” he assured, and found himself starting to smile again “So how about we move past that argument and focus on getting this place working again?” he suggested, holding out his hand. Ranboo smiled back at him, relief obvious in his expression.

“...Yeah. Let's do this,” he agreed, shaking the fox hybrid's hand.

It felt nice. Having a friend again. Fundy almost forgot how great that feeling was, but as they stopped shaking hands and went back to eating, he found himself more hopeful than ever. Just like that, after just a moment or two, things were okay again. He got to speak to Ranboo, and now they were already a team again, planning to reopen the ice cream shop. This felt like a dream, how could this rainy day become so perfect? Fundy didn’t care, all he cared about now was getting started on all the plans they had to make… oh, this was going to be fun.

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Now, just a small note at the end! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Consider reblogging if you liked this, and let me know your thoughts, too!

Now there's just one question left... does "This felt like a dream" imply that it is, in fact, a dream, therefore leading to more angst? It's up for you to decide!

#Hopefully this stayed on topic and all that??#I mean I guess it did??#fundy #c!fundy #ranboo #c!ranboo #dream smp #mcyt #my writing #fundyweek2021 #ngl im kinda nervous posting this but eh. whats the worst that could happen?#edit: oops i actually forgot to publish this on ao3 until now

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heycallmeladytypewriter · 4 years ago

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The Call of a Siren- Chapter Four

Chapter One / Two / Three

A/N: Here is the promised longer chapter! You'll notice I changed some minor things, something I will occasionally do as most writers. Once again, if anyone is interested in beta reading please DM me! Enjoy!

I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.

The next day was more of a normal school day. Well, almost.

Present Mic was going on and on about proper grammar of the sentences he would write and adjust on the board for fifteen minutes before Delia zoned out. She didn’t get much sleep as yesterday’ s fitness tests scores bothered her still. She was second to last which only reminded her of her lack of experience using her quirk. Once again, she felt frustrated being raised in an ‘anti-quirk’ home. Everyone else except Midoriya and herself had years of training and time to figure out their abilities but at the very least Midoriya had All Might. She had no one.

“Oi brat! Stop doing that!” Angry boy hissed in her ear. She jolted in her seat before realizing she was rapidly clicking her pen - a habit of hers when deep in thought. Delia lifted her pen slightly so he could see it and clicked it a few more times aggressively before putting it down on her desk.

Then he kicked her chair leg a bit when Present Mic turned around to write more sentences on the board. Bastard. Just another happy reminder that she sat in front of Bakugo which was already proving to be the pain in the ass she figured it would be when assigned. She curled her hands around the edge of the desk to prevent from turning in her seat to kick him in the shins.

She was practically bouncing to get out of her seat for hero training just to get a break from sitting in the same room for the past few hours. That was one thing she probably wouldn't come to love- staying in the same classroom for multiple classes rather than back home she would change classrooms with each subject - something she liked due to stretching her legs, changing seats, different people, and getting away from the asshole who kicks her chair when she annoys him.

“ I AM HERE!” All Might rushed in with his booming voice, “COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A HERO!”

Everyone immediately sat up in their seats in excitement that the number one hero was...well coming through the door like a hero! The class practically jumped out of their seats they were so excited.

“I can't believe it's really All Might.”

“So he really is a teacher! This year is gonna be totally awesome!”

All Might marched right over to the podium as the class took in his choice to wear his Silver Age costume which was pretty cool. He announced that he will be teaching ‘Hero-ing 101’ and that today he was starting off with battle training.

“Fight training!” Bakugo growled out excitedly while Midoriya countered with a nervous “Real combat?”

“But one of the keys of being a hero is looking good!” He swept his giant arm towards the wall expanding with numbered briefcases. “These were designed for you specifically based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started. So everyone grab your assigned cases by your number and get to the locker rooms! Meet me at Training Ground Beta!”

The girls around her were chatting away while opening their cases but Delia sat with it in her lap for a few moments.

“Wow, you guys look great.” Delia said to the girls. Momo Yaoyorozu was dressed in a simple red leotard with a chunky yellow utility belt and short red boots. Mina Ashido gave her a twirl in her new costume of a cute camo-like body suit of teal and purple with a short cropped fuzzy jacket. It was random out of context but given what little she had seen of the bubbly girl - it weirdly worked. Kyoka Jiro rocked ripped jeans, a long coral shirt, black jacket with a popped collar, and what looked like giant chunky boots with a speaker in them. Tsuyu Asui was a ‘frog’ personified in a black and green suit with webbed feet and giant goggles on her head. Lastly, Ochaco Uraraka looked like an adorable astronaut in her pink and black suit with her cute oversized boots and wrist accents. Yaoyorozu smiled at her compliment, “Thank you. Why aren’t you getting dressed?”

“Are you nervous, Bell?” Asui asked her, looking concerned.

Delia pulled on her neck, “A bit, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Ashido let out a small squeal and nudged her, “Well then put on your costume! We wanna see you looking great with us!”

Delia bit her lip before clicking open the clasps to reveal her new costume she spent months trying to create. Blowing air out her cheeks, she stood up and placed it on the bench to start dressing. “Here goes nothing.”

“They say that clothes make the pros young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof!” All Might stood a few feet ahead of them as they entered Training Ground Beta. “Take this to heart. From now on you are all...heroes in training!”

Everyone was checking out one another's costumes as they walked. The guys looked great except Mineta’s looked like he was in a diaper so that was an odd choice. When she saw Midoriya run out she almost facepalmed. Way to be obvious dude. The simplistic green and red design was fine but the hood part of it resembled too much of his all time favorite person. Her eyes kept scanning until it landed on the person practically foaming at the mouth to start.

If she had to be honest with herself, she would say he had one of the best costumes but she wouldn’t tell him that. He wore a tight tank top with a large orange ‘X’ in front, a belt with what looked like grenades on the side, some hardcore knee pads, then down to some heavy duty boots. The giant grenade gauntlets hooked on each arm looked heavy so she hoped he could take them off in a tight spot. She let out a small snort... Of course the boy with anger management problems would resemble a human grenade.

Biting her lip, she looked down at herself wondering if her costume matched her the same way. She pulled her hair up in a high ponytail mostly for practical purposes. She wore a high collar but sleeveless open shirt that was hooked to her by a small silver belt under her chest. She was wearing a silver strapless swim top underneath as well as black small swim shorts that could be seen as well because her thick skirt was cut into three large panels- two on each hip covering her sides and partly her backside and then one straight down the middle with a medium silver utility belt fastening it to her person. One of her favorite pieces was her, as she liked to call them, her ‘ass kicking boots’ that went to midthigh and had thick non-slip soles and a slight wedge heel. Plus, they were pretty with their silver intricate designs. She also had silver gauntlets on her arms. The coolest feature was her water storage system. In the event, she was without any water near her to use her quirk she had compartments built into her suit. Every silver accent and design on her clothes like her boots, shorts, belts, and gauntlets were made of some ridiculously strong but flexible material that was hollowed and filled with water that she could pull from or store for emergencies. It wasn’t a massive amount but was enough for a quick emergency whip or two. Plus, everything was in a shade of dark azure blue. She felt like a water warrior.

Momo Yaoyorozu came over to her and knocked her with her hip, smiling. “Told you. You look great and it seems some others are taking notice.” She subtly nodded off the side where Angry Boy was standing diligently. Delia frowned because she had no idea what she was talking about but before she could open her mouth to say that she heard weird breathing down behind them.

“God, I love this school.” They turned to see Mineta standing way too close and way too happy.

“Okay, that’s just wonderful. Go love the school from over there, please.” Delia pointed to the group of others gathered a couple feet away. Yaoyorozu even went as far to actually ‘shoo’ him with hand gestures like he was a bug. That had Delia cracking up which prompted Momo to start giggling with her as he trudged over to the other group when All Might cleared his throat to signify class was starting. The class promptly lined up to face the number one hero.

“Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training!”

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As they got settled in the monitoring room, she introduced herself to her partner for the exercise today. She spotted him a few feet from her in a martial arts costume and noted that he was the kid with the really big tail. Delia walked right up to him and stuck her hand out, “Hi, I’m Delia Bell. Looks like you’re stuck with me today for the ‘mission.’” She used air quotes for that last word jokingly.

“Oh hey! I’m Mashirao Ojiro. Happy to be stuck with you.” He joked back. “So I think we should watch this first run and get some idea of our strategy, sound good?”

“Agreed.” With that, they turned to the screen as the first mission started. Unfortunately, her excitement abated because she had a really bad feeling considering who was involved in this group as Midoriya and Uraraka walked through the building.

After a few turned corners, it started...then never really stopped. The class was on the edge of their seats after Midoriya laid Bakugo out flat on the floor and declared his hero name, “Deku.” Despite the escalating situation, Delia smiled proudly as Midoriya basically gave Bakugo the finger as he took back the name that was used to hurt him and stood his ground. Unfortunately, this only encouraged Bakugo to continue with full force. Midoriya then used his impatience to trick him again with the capture tape they were given before the match and ducked under another explosive punch before running down the corridor.

“The little guy’s really good!” The boy in a yellow bodysuit standing beside Jiro commented.

“He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his quirk yet!” The boy dressed in what looked like a tape dispenser helmet (?) said impressed.

We watched as Midoriya ran from Bakugo until he was completely lost to him. Bakugo began to yell furiously, “DAMMIT! You were tricking me for years by acting weak! Bet you’ve been laughing behind my back, huh?” If this idiot only knew…

“Come out and face me you coward!” Bakugo was blowing up doors left and right but walking with such arrogance, Delia was surprised his giant sized ego could fit through the door.

Meanwhile, Uraraka finally reached Iida who again proved his intelligence by hiding everything in the room that she could possibly float and use against him. She snickered when she heard Iida’s ‘evil voice’ while calling Uraraka a ‘do-gooder,’ What a dork.

“That isn’t a bad idea really.”

“What is? Hiding everything?”

“Yeah. Something to take a mental note of and I also think maybe we should try sticking together and allowing the ‘do-gooders,’ ”Delia again snickered at his impression of villain Iida, “to come to us on our home turf.”

She nodded, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

They both turned back to the screens to see Midoriya had found Bakugo who was now smiling which probably was a bad sign. “ Since you’re such a stalker, by now you probably know how my Quirk, Explosion, works. I secrete a nitroglycerin-like sweat from my hands and make it blow up. Imagine what I could do if I had a lot of it. “ He stood back into a lunge with his arm extended to the boy across from him. Oh, no . “That's right, these gauntlets aren't just for show. I’ve been storing my sweat for one monster blast.” Okay, One: Ew. Two: Mega Oh, no.

“Young Bakugo! Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!” All Might yelled into his microphone that she assumed was connected to their ear pieces.

“ He’ll be fine as long as he dodges !” Bakugo yelled right back and pulled the pin.

Delia’s hand went out to Ojiro's arm next to her as if to brace herself from what she just witnessed. He didn’t push her off as he too stared in horror at the screen.

“Whoa, whoa! This is fucking nuts!” Kirishima called out as the whole building they were in shook from the blast.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might was all but pressed against the screen as the dust cleared and we saw a giant hole where the walls and windows once were in the room. The class collectively sighed in relief when we heard a weak, “Is that even allowed?”

Then this goddamn psycho came out of the smoke and laughed. Laughed!

“Go ahead. Use your stupid Quirk on me, Deku.” He crouched low and smiled that disturbing smile again. He almost looked unhinged. “Even if you use everything you’ve got, you’ll never beat me.”

“Sir, isn’t this getting outta hand? That Bakugo is getting real crazy. He’s gonna kill ‘im!” Kirishima voiced Delia’s exact thoughts. The class all nodded in agreement and looked at their teacher expecting him to follow suit and shut this down.

“Not so.” Sorry, what? “Bakugo. Use that stored-up power again and I’ll stop this fight. You’re team will lose.”

“ Huh? ”

“To employ such a strong attack indoors is inviting the destruction of the stronghold you should be protecting. That’s a poor strategy, whether you’re a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points.”

That resulted in an angry yell before he rushed Midoriya who was talking to his partner. It seemed he had a plan though she couldn’t even see how at this point especially how her floating herself to the weapon earlier didn’t work against Iida’s speed. Midoriya threw a punch but Bakugo, in an amazing amount of speed and skill, flipped mid-air using a small blast and counter attacked from behind to hit Midoriya right in the back with a strong explosion.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with strategy. But he’s actually quite intelligent.”

Ashido, Kirishima, and Delia took their eyes off the battle for a moment to look at the boy half covered in ice. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“He changed his trajectory while in midair and using a blast that doubled as a smokescreen. Very clever.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in with noting his ability to understand the physics of the situation and his Quirk. Denki Kaminari, whose name she remembered only due to that Mr. Aizawa had already used it so much in a day and a half because he was a high school five year old, moaned, “Ugh, Bakugo is uber talented. I hate it.” Delia pressed her lips together because while she agreed with her classmates on Angry Boy, she was still horrified by his behavior as he continued to beat the hell out of Midoriya. This oh, so intelligent and talented boy is basically throwing a tantrum and he had the nerve to call her ‘brat.’

“This is hard to watch! All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him.” Ashido cried out.

“Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” Tokoyami responded.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power. Not to mention, Bakugo seems like a natural at all this stuff.”

“Give him a chance.” Delia said sharply. Kaminari looked at her surprised as her tone was with more bite than she intended. “Sorry. But give him a chance.”

Delia turned back to the screen once again and saw the boys facing off again but near a different set of windows. They exchanged words then lunged at one another but this time it was different. Midoriya was finally using his Quirk and Bakugo’s hands started sparking up as well.

Delia gripped her arms harder, “All Might…”

“They’re gonna kill each other! Sir!”

The Pro hero said nothing but gripped his tiny microphone hard enough it should've been in splinters before speaking into it, “Both of you-”

“Uraraka, now!” The class looked up at the video feed of the others and the brunette grabbed hold of a pillar. All of a sudden, Midoriya punch for Bakugo went upwards creating a giant amount of force to break the ceiling above as he took on Bakugo’s explosion head on. “SMASH!”

His punch created massive amounts of debris for Uraraka to use and she used the pillar she held onto as a bat and swung the floor pieces at Iida. As he was distracted in fending off the debris, she floated herself over to the weapon thus winning the mission.

The class was entirely silent as All Might declared the hero team the winners. Was this really a win?

After a few moments, she heard Ojiro say, “Okay...we aren’t going to do that.”

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“Match two! Team B will be our heroes! Team I will be the villains!”

As Ojiro stretched, Delia pulled out some water from her belt to form a whip. “Hey, I’m going to hide behind one of the pillars near the door so I can surprise them.”

He nodded, “Good idea.”

The buzzer went off.

As they braced themselves for the heroes, it turns out Shoto Todoroki had different ideas. All of a sudden, the whole room was covered in freezing ice. Her boots were stuck in ice and as she peeked around the corner of the pillar so was Ojiro's. Damn. I didn’t think he had power like this!

“This Quirk is insane.”

She may be stuck but she still had her whip which she kept moving to prevent from freezing. They both stilled when they heard footsteps.

“Pry yourself up if you want, but it might be hard to fight me with no skin on the bottom of your feet.”

“Good thing I wore boots then!” Delia kicked herself free and lashed her whip around Todoroki’s right arm which wasn’t covered in ice. His eyes widened slightly before freezing her whip around his arm but she had another one at the ready that grabbed his arm again and tugged as if to throw him back but he had stuck himself to the floor with his left side. Before she could react, he covered her body from the chest down in ice preventing Delia from doing anything more.

“The hero team winnnnnns!” All Might announced over the loudspeaker.

“Fucking dammit!” She muttered as she tried to break free of the ice. But she didn’t need to as Todoroki suddenly emitted enough heat to defrost the whole building, Ojiro gasped, “Heat, too?”

Delia scrunched her face as everything was now wet which would’ve been great if the fight was still going. “It’s not your fault. We’re just playing on different levels.” Well, damn. Thanks so much. He said it so mildly and without emotion as if it was as simple of a fact that two plus two equals four. For some reason, she couldn’t find her anger at it because he was right. Delia felt deflated as he walked right back out the door he came in. Ojiro shrugged at her, “It’s the second day. We’ll get it next time.” She attempted a small smile at his effort to not seem upset on how quickly that ended. She gathered some of the water on the floor and refilled her tanks before walking out with her partner.

They settled back in the screening room as each battle went on. Delia took the time to see everyone’s Quirk and was impressed by how power heavy the class seemed. Acid, shadow, hardening, tape, energy beams, and it went on which was great to watch but definitely put even more attention on how short her and Ojiro’s battle went. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bakugo far from the group with his gaze on the floor and teeth gritted. He was not taking this well. Maybe I wasn’t far off in the unhinged part from earlier...

Delia was half tempted to see if he was alright, which she obviously could tell he wasn’t, but pulled herself back as she did not like how he was in his battle in the slightest. The urge never went away as her classmates continued the missions and she kept one eye on the screen and the other on the boy looking on the verge of a crisis in the corner.

Finally, everyone had battled and class was dismissed with a quick congrats speech in from their teacher then an even quicker exit as he zoomed right out. Delia figured it was because he was losing his stamina at holding his form.

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Back in the classroom, Delia was putting her books in her bag when she heard the door open.

It was Midoriya who looked much better than when she saw him last. A bunch of the class ran to meet and introduce themselves to him which was a nice change of pace for him, she assumed. She doubted he was very popular in his last school considering how he and Bakugo came from the same school.

“Tokoyami! Stop using that desk as a chair!” Iida walked determinedly to the boy sitting on his desk while he talked to her former mission partner and Jiro. Jiro put her hand on her hip and said, “Dude, you need to chill.”

Ojiro pointed at him, “You’re carrying a lot of tension.”

Iida slumped forward in defeat as she walked over to the small group, “No one understands.” Delia swung herself on the desk next to Iida which caused them to laugh as she put her hand on his shoulder with comfort and some slight mocking, “It’s okay, Iida. Someday they’ll learn proper manners and respect.”

He sighed and nodded before turning to her, “Yes, well uh - Oh, c'mon!”

Delia giggled and swung her legs like a child, “I said they would. I didn’t say I would too.” She giggled again when the blue haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation before walking away.

“Hey, Bell.” She looked up from laughing at Jiro. “Yeah?”

“Is that a My Chemical Romance button on your bag?” Delia looked over to her desk with her various buttons and stickers on the side of her bag.

“Yes, it is. You a fan?”

“Major.”

“I listen to them occasionally as well.” Tokoyami threw in. Jiro grinned, “Nice to know some of us have some taste.” Ojiro scratched the back of his head, “Well, I guess I have none.”

“It’s alright. We’ll just have to educate you!” Jiro elbowed him gently. Delia looked at her watch then hopped off the desk, “Oops. I have to catch my train!”

When she ran outside, her eyebrows raised as she saw that Midoriya and All Might were staring off into the distance. Delia waved at them, “Feel better, Midoriya. Have a nice night, Sir!”

Running down the hill, she flew up to Bakugo and found her feet slowing a bit. They looked at each other for a moment and Delia opened her mouth to say something before she thought better of it and continued down the hill to catch her train home.

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whenimaunicorn · 5 years ago

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The Heart of Admiration - Part 2

Charles Vane x Reader, slow burn adventure/romance, written in a series of short scenes.

Part One Here

This episode’s prompt: “ “I thought they’d killed you. I lost my temper.”

The sea spray leaves the taste of salt on your lips as the ship crashes through another unexpected wave. It feels good to be sailing again, even with a crew you were all but press-ganged to join, and even with the weather now threatening to turn dangerous.

You had pled for mercy for Captain Fisher’s life, and those of his men. They had been your crew for going on five years, and though the plan to steal the cargo from Vane’s ship had been a foolish one, you couldn’t just let them die for it. That moment in which you watched Captain Vane’s eyes smolder while he considered your plea had been the longest one of your life. “So long as they leave Nassau,” he had finally said. “They leave, and you stay.”

You watch your new captain now, down on the deck below, alternately barking orders at the men and peering up at the darkening clouds moving in from the southeast. His heavy brow and bold cheekbones give his face a rugged sort of handsomeness, like he was carved by gods more primal than the Christian one, out of tougher stuff than other men. No one in Nassau knew where Vane had come from, only that he rose through the ranks of Blackbeard’s crew and barreled through the island like a storm.

He catches you looking at him, and responds only by calmly staring back. He looks at you too much. He has not yet been crude, but you fear you know what it means regardless.

It’s hard for a woman to survive as a pirate without becoming somebody’s woman. It would be safer that way, too. Easier. Anne Bonny may be an absolute hellcat, but surely the place she’s carved out on this crew stays comfortable because everyone knows she’s the quartermaster’s woman. It would be easier to have that kind of protection yourself, too, but the idea rankles you. You joined the pirating life because you wanted independence. You made it on the last crew because of your quick wit, and because your skills with celestial navigation were unique and indispensable. Although it helped that the captain was married to your sister and treated you like kin.

You had assumed those skills were the reason Vane wanted you for his own crew, as well. Very few people in this life are educated enough to read the charts and almanacs, to decipher the celestial bodies and figure a precise location in the middle of the ocean. But he looks at you too much. This may be an uglier trap than you had thought.

A lock of hair that escaped your braid flies across your face. The prevailing winds are changing. Perhaps the only thing this particular long look signifies is Vane’s awareness that this storm means the course you’ve been marking out for him will have to be corrected. The course that, if the weather doesn’t blow you too far off from, will take you to meet the intended course of a merchant vessel, whose schedule just happened to fall into Vane’s hands, much farther out from land than most pirating crews would ever hope to be able to find.

You’re already up here to take the noon measurements, but the sun is not quite at its zenith. Once you have the number, a flurry of calculations will follow, and you’ll give Vane your course corrections based on precisely where on the open ocean this ship is located right now, and where the other ship is most likely to be. But you’re already feeling extra tension in your chest looking at those thick clouds; if they cover the sun before you’re certain it has reached its apex, your faulty measurements could throw your course off by miles. And if that storm catches the Ranger, all you can do is wait for the skies to clear to figure where the hell it has blown you. Your chest tightens further when you see the captain mounting the steps to come up to your deck.

Even though you had intended to wait a little longer to take the next measurement, you find yourself lifting the backstaff toward the horizon again while you listen to Vane’s boots approaching you from behind. It’s careful work, to line up the sun’s shadow as the deck rolls in the waves. And it’s only getting more difficult as the nearby storm makes the sea choppier.

“Nineteen point three, and…” You mutter the numbers under your breath as you get them, not wanting to forget the figures before you have a chance to write them down. “Eighty-two point four.”

“Is that what you were expecting?” Vane is standing so unexpectedly close behind you that you jump at the sound of his rumbling voice.

You step away from him, quite deliberately, as you answer his question. “I’m not certain that’s the precise number we’re looking for, but yes, I believe we are still on-course.”

Vane closes a little of the space you had drawn between your bodies. But not enough to be worthy of further correction. “You look worried.”

The last thing a woman trying to hold her own on a ship should do, is admit vulnerability. You roll your eyes at him. “Fuck off. This is not my first storm at sea.”

A smile cracks the captain’s stony face at your response. “Fair enough.” He looks to the south. “We should be able to skirt the edge of that one without much difficulty.” His heavy gaze falls back on you, a sudden gust of wind pulling at his long, twisted locks. “But it will take us off the course we’ve been plotting.”

Usually you have no trouble looking a man in the eye; it’s something particular to Vane that has you dropping your head. You draw your little notebook from its pocket to excuse the movement. “Now who’s the one that’s worried? It’s no problem. I can correct for that just as soon as we get another sighting after it’s passed.” You flip to an open page, and lift your pencil. 19.3, you write, and then… “Fuck me, what was that last number?” Normally you have a good memory. The captain is just being too damn distracting.

You hear Vane chuckle. You refuse to look up. “If I tell you, do I get to?”

It takes you a half a second to run back through the precise words you just said, and catch his meaning. Your voice turns acid. “If you are not going to be helpful, then get out of my way. I am attempting to do the very work you pressed me into service on this ship in order to perform.”

Vane rocks back on his heels. “Is that what I did.”

Your exhale is a sharp burst of irritation, on many, many levels. “You can’t say you gave me much of a choice, about joining this crew.”

You risk a glance directly at Vane’s face again. He looks pensive, behind the general air of aggressiveness that usually suffuses his features. “You’ll be happier here,” he growls out after completing his thought.

You arch an eyebrow at him, just about as high as it will go.

“You were wasted on the Starling.”

~*~

Every pirating crew hopes to avoid violence. They ready themselves for it, bristling with threat and menace as they wait for the ships to close tight enough for boarding, but the most preferable option is negotiation, always, with a prompt surrender on the part of their quarry before any blood is spilt.

That ideal outcome is not playing out today. This merchant vessel’s crew must have been largely made up of former naval soldiers, given the competence with which they are resisting Vane’s vanguard, and the discipline you are observing in their ranks from atop the Ranger’s quarter deck.

“Get belowdecks,” Jack Rakham, standing by your side and watching the battle just as closely, suddenly urges you.

“What? Why?” you bristle on reflex.

Jack interrupts himself to bark orders across the locked sides of the ships: “Watch those riflemen! Aft!” Three men peel off the main fighting to interrupt the knot of sailors that Jack had spied franticly reloading near the back of the other vessel.

You raise your chin as one of Vane’s crewmen severs a man’s arm at the elbow with a deft strike of his axe. “I assure you, I am not squeamish.” You are accustomed to observing the fighting from one of the higher decks with your old crew. On just about every run, unless… Jack’s fingers close tightly around your elbow. With a little shove, he directs your gaze.

A knot of enraged seamen are pushing through the Ranger’s men, dangerously close to one of the gangplanks connecting the ships. “If they get across, you’re a target,” Jack says sternly. “Seeing as you are not disguising your sex. Hide yourself. Now.”

You’d been held hostage once before. It was not a pleasant experience, for you or for your crew. You forgive Jack for shoving you as you start to make your way down.

The fear starts to set in as you scramble toward the ladder that leads to the lower deck; enemy boots stomp onto the Ranger just before your head disappears down the hatch. You hope that Jack, or some of the other men still aboard, notice in time to resist them, but that officer’s eyes landed on you with heavy interest as you scurried away. It seems likely they are indeed intent on a hostage.

The long knife you keep belted to your waist is in your hand as you scurry through the belly of the Ranger. You whip your head and turn back and forth in the muted light belowdecks, changing your course more than once in a way that you are dimly aware signifies panic. This is not your ship. This is not your home. You don’t know where to hide in this unfamiliar place.

Booted feet are pounding somewhere behind you. No way to know if they are friend or foe. And would your new crewmen even care enough to defend you? You duck into the doorway ahead of you and then put your back to the wall beside it, clutching your knife to your chest and readying to ambush anyone that comes through after you.

Your eyes land on a bed, bolted into the bulkhead. You’ve somehow chosen the captain’s cabin in which to hide. Not that it means much more than that you ran straight to the back of the ship. You’re much more concerned with getting your breathing under control, until your great gasps are not making quite so much noise, so you can listen to the sounds of approaching feet.

A figure steps through the door, and your knife flashes out with barely any choice on your part. You bury it almost to the hilt in his chest. You may not be one to ever storm another ship in the vanguard, but you’ve been training to defend yourself for years. You wrench it out of him and blood flies as the startled man stares down at you, not even realizing he’s already dead.

His last earthly act is to attempt to grab you about the arms, which unfortunately means that when his body sags into dead weight, he’s falling directly into you. You had got the knife free to stab again, but that’s not going to help you against his two hundred pounds of inertia. You have to twist with him in a macabre dance, his life’s blood still spurting, in order to not be knocked directly to the floor.

Which, unfortunately, puts your back to his fellows, rushing into the room after him. You hear a couple of enraged voices screaming at you and then a sharp crack, which instantly creates a thundershock of pain reverberating up from the back of your skull before everything goes dark.

You wake to shouting, then screams. Ugly, ragged, tortured ones, of men too far gone in pain to retain either sense or hope. You feel your body, laying flat on the deck, and a splitting headache that rouses you quickly to consciousness. The sun is harsh against your eyes. Somehow you’ve gotten abovedeck again.

You lift your head; you don’t quite feel ready to move anything else. Your eyes focus dully on a dead man’s face in front of you, his cheek wet in a pool of blood that’s slowly expanding. You don’t know him.

Somewhere past your feet, you hear a voice call “Mercy.” The only response is a bestial snarl and then the wet sound of something slamming over and over again into meat.

You know that snarl. There’s only one voice in the West Indies pitched like that, rasping over blown-out vocal chords. You push up on your hands and look over at the men fighting less than two paces away from you.

The fight is over. Vane hacks once more with his cutlass and the head of the man who was just begging for his life drops to the deck and rolls.

It looks like most of the crew is back on the Ranger. How long had you been knocked out? “Captain…” comes the voice of Jack Rakham, and he’s pointing at you.

Vane’s face is feral as he turns, his long hair matted up with other men’s blood, sweat glistening on his exposed chest. His eyes widen, and your name falls from his lips. He takes a long step toward you, and drops to his knees at your side.

“Are you wounded?” His voice is low, and you’re surprised at the concern you see in his steady gaze.

You push with your hands so you can sit up on one hip, then reach up to the back of your head. “Quite a lump here,” you report, wincing.

Vane reaches to your chest, pinching up a bit of the fabric of your shirt. The whole front of it is soaked red with blood.

“That’s not mine.”

Vane lifts one scarred brow.

“You’ll find the first of the men that came after me belowdecks, with a hole in his chest.”

Your captain nods, looking pleased.

You notice that several sprawling corpses surround you on the deck, each one a red ruin, hacked more brutally than would have been needed to kill them. The would-be hostage takers? You look back at Vane for answers.

“When I saw them dragging you up here, covered in blood, I thought they’d killed you.” Now it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “I lost my temper.”

Your chest fills with some unexpected emotion that feels rather too complex for you to even attempt to sort out. “You can’t be losing the asset you just went to such lengths to attain for your crew,” you say wryly.

Captain Vane fixes you with eyes as blue and deep as the sea. “No one else could have guided us this far out to meet the prize,” he acknowledges. “But I have a feeling I’ve only barely begun to discover your worth.”

Part 3 Here

Notes: if you liked this, thank @acebreathesfire too, she’s my source on navigation facts and basically has been co-creating this OC with me. If not for her encouragement none of this fic would have happened!!!

Taglist is open: @acebreathesfire @kind-wolf @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen you are all pressganged into this ship but anyone else is free to request to be put on the list!! Also I am creating this series entirely out of prompt fill drabbles, so if you come across any dialogue prompts you think would inspire good chapters, please pass them my way!!

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henryobsessed · 4 years ago

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The Widow and The Witcher Chapter 19

Summary: The wedding night has arrived, but the war is getting closer.

Word Count: 3440

Warning: Oral Female receiving, Sex. I have marked where this starts and finishes for those who wish to skip the more explicate part.

A/N I am not normally a smut writer but I wanted to show the difference between their stolen moment of desperation, compared to the joy of committed intimacy. For Geralt and Julia this is marriage but it is meant to signify any committed relationship.

Chapter 19

Geralt waited, looking into the fire, but focusing on the sounds from the bathroom. He could hear the rustling of clothes and water running into a bowel. His heightened senses could even hear her heartbeat from the other room, it alerted him that it was beating faster than her normal rhythm. Was she nervous? His precious wife who could command a household of people, stand up to a slave trader and address a village was nervous to be with him? He heard the door open and turn to reassure her but his own heart increased at the sight that stood before him.

The garment hung loosely lightly touching but not concealing the soft skin of her naked body. Geralt lost his ability to speak, as his eyes traveled over her curves. From the soft reddish-brown curls that cascaded down over her shoulders and back only just obscuring the sight of the tops of breasts. Down to her slim waist and then her hips. His body shivered and began to feel warm as she walked towards him. Her eyes never leaving his until she stopped standing directly in front of him. A small smile pulled at her lips as she spoke in a soft voice "My love I think you're a little overdressed" Geralt could only grunt still mesmerized by the siren that stood before him.

Julia tried to hold a giggle back as she looked at her warrior, he seemed stunned unable to move unable to speak. This gave her some hope that he liked what he saw. Playing along she reached up and started to undo each button making sure to caress his skin lightly with each one. This elicited small groans from Geralt as she teased. Wanting to no longer look at this Warrior as a patient but as her lover, she removed the shirt and let it fall to the ground. Her hand trailing across his broad shoulders she moved to circle him tracing the lines of his skin. As she moved she felt his hand reach around for her but she swatted it away. Chuckling she whispered "uh uh not yet My love your still overdressed and I want to see all of you" A frustrated growl left Geralt's lips as she came back to face him sending a shiver of heat through her middle.

Geralt felt like he was burning up, every light touch of her hands on his skin felt like a hot coals. He was ready to claim her body, to let his actions speak of his desire for her. Heart pounding in his ears he felt her swat his hand away did she not realise what she was doing to him. How hard it was for him to not just lift her up and claim her right now. She was facing him again her hand skillfully undoing the laces causing his britches to fall to the ground. Proud of her achievement she looked up at him with a soft smile on her face. Geralt reached up to cup her face and softly said "Is my mistress pleased with what she see’s?" nodding her head her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a coy smile. This action caused Geralt to reached his limit of control. Lifting her in his arms her legs wrapped around his waist there lips tangled in a warm and passionate dance. He could feel her moan into his mouth as he walked them to the bed.

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The wolf in Geralt wanted to ravish his bride, but as he laid her down he stood back and watched her. She was stunning, her hair messy, lips swollen, cheeks blushed with a beautiful hue of red. The sheer gown showed her breasts peaked with desire. This is what they lacked on their previous dalliance. Time, vision, enjoyment of each other. He watched as she noticed his absence and leant up on her elbows. The action aching her back making her heavy breasts push even more through her gown. “Geralt?” she panted an uncertain look crossing her features at his absence. He smiled at her as he knelt between her legs, slowly running his hands under the fabric pushing it up over her knees as he began kissing the inside of her thighs.

A shiver curled its way though her middle at each gentle kiss Geralt placed on her sensitive skin. His eyes sparkled with mischief as they met hers “Geralt!” she moaned as he increased the suction of his kissed leaving reddish purple love bites up her inner thighs. Chuckling he murmured into her skin “Two can play this game my love” frustration built as each kiss sent her senses into overdrive. She reached down and pulled her fingers through his white hair in a bid to speed up his movement towards her now aching mound. The growl he let out vibrated along her skin knocking the breath from her lips.

He wanted to tease, and it seemed he was being successful as he felt her body tremble. Her hands reached out tugging his hair causing him to growl as his control began to slip. Geralt could smell her arousal as his mouth descended on her inner lips, they were so wet with desire. Her body trembled as a loud moan filled the air, finding his target and laying claim to her pleasure. Her body writhed beneath his mouth. Her hand increased there pressure and his tongue feasted on his prize. This was now his and would always be. He slowed down making note of every sweet sound, what elicited music from her lips, and what caused her to recoil from him. His rhythm increased until he felt her curl up over him as her body sang out his name.

Julia lay panting on the bed her body recovering from his talented mouth. They had moved to the middle of the bed, Geralt lay on his side watch her a sly smile on his lips. She lifted her hand to trace the lines on his face, as she smiled “I could get used to your talented mouth Geralt. That was a new experience that I want to enjoy again.” He laughed joy lighting his eyes at her praise. Feeling her energy return she pushed him onto his back her hand tracing the lines on his stomach. The ridges of his muscles as they trailed down towards the large muscle protruding between his legs. It fascinated her the soft skin contrasting with the steel beneath. Hearing him gasp at her light touches his member twitching beneath her fingers, she got up and straddled his hips lining up and settling him slowly inside her.

She enjoyed the feeling of fullness as her walls welcomed the pleasured stretch and friction as he seemed to fill her completely . Looking down at her husbands a look of surprise and approval filled his face. She took time squeezing around him before she leaned down and captured his lips. It was her turn to slowly massage and tease his hardness drawing moans of pleasure from his depths. She increased her speed until his face contorted pupils dilated and a cry filled her ears as he expanded inside her.

His chest heaved beneath her trying to catch his breath, his eyes focused on her as he came back down to earth. A smile lifted from his lips and settled in his eyes as he bought her down to kiss her slowly this time. “My love, you will be the death of me, and I will die a happy man.” she laughed softly at his words as she peered into his amber yellow eyes. “I will spend a life time learning how to bring you back to life Geralt.” she kissed him again before settling on his chest his arms wrapping around her. A contented rumble radiating from them both as they enjoyed the embrase.

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Julia sighed with contentment as her fingers lightly played with the hair on Geralt's chest. The sun was almost up over the trees and she could already hear movement within the house. She closed her eyes for a moment knowing that they had no responsibility today. No one would disturb them. She turned her head at the sound of Geralt's stomach rumbling. Chuckling she put her hand over the offending muscles and asked "I think you're body is protesting, would you like some fruit and bread?" Geralt not quite awake hovering somewhere between sleep and consciousness answered with a grunt.

Geralt heard movement as Julia slipped out of the bed and moved towards to table. Finally satisfied and content the image in front of him was a comfort. He knew every part of her body now, had spent most of the night exploring it, and now he could see the little love bites he had left behind. She walked back to him a smile tugging at her lips as she caught him staring. She sat on the edge of the bed completely relaxed and no longer self-conscious as Geralt lifted himself up to take her food offering. Taking the first bite Julia sighed "I wish every day could be like this" Geralt hummed his agreement. After finishing her meal and taking Geralt's empty plate she moved back into his arms. Snuggling deep into his chest she seemed to relax. Geralt wrapped his arms around her echoing her thoughts in his mind, he wished every day could be like this too.

That evening the couple emerged from their chambers to share in a meal with the rest of the household. Most of the villagers had left but their family still remained. The conversation around the table was lively, Geralt was seated with Julia to his right and Vesemir to his left giving him some relief from the ribbing he was sure to get from his brothers. Overhearing some conversations floating around the room one line of subject caught his attention. Lambert was saying to Tobias "I heard they crossed the river. If Temeria can't hold the line you will have trouble here" Julia must have heard the same thing as her hand reached over seeking out his.

A commotion was heard outside, Tobias stood and left, Lambert followed. It wasn't long before they returned with a man wearing a uniform hat in hand. Tobias walked him up to Julia and introduce Captain Solair, Julia looked at the Man who seemed commanding in his approach but looking around and noticing all the Witcher's at the table stuttered out his greeting "M..m..my Apologies for interrupting your d..dinnner Mistress" taking pity on the poor man Julia gave him a warm smile and said "That's ok Captain, how can I help you tonight?" gathering his wits the captain focused only on Julia and spoke again "The Nilfgaardians army has reached Temeria, we are holding the line but we need to have a field hospital further away from the front line. It was recommended that we come here as your healing is well renown."

Geralt growled at the man, that would bring men here and possibly even the Nilfgaardians army. He looked at Julia conveying his disagreement at what was being propositioned. Julia didn't seem to be taking any notice of what he was silently conveying instead she said "Captain have you bought any wounded with you? Or are they on their way" The Captain seemed to approve of her gumption and said "I have 5 in a wagon with me and more are on their way" Geralt groaned he never wanted to be apart of the war, Witcher's don't take political sides. Taking Julia's hand he stared with one of his most ugly smiles and said "excuse me, I need to talk to my wife alone for a moment" this caused the Captain to shrink back nodding in agreement.

Geralt pulled Julia into the kitchen and then let go of her hand frustration making him need to pace. Julia looked at him as he stomped amongst the pots and pans scaring the other servants and Nessie who with a nod from Julia left the room. She just waited, knowing that he needed time to put his thoughts together. Turning to face her a look of worry and frustration lining his eyes he spoke "You can't just say yes to this, the whole village could be put in jeopardy by bringing so many people here. We need to think about this family, about Ciri, it would be better if we left, as once my brothers are gone we will only have the men of this estate for protection. They have been training well but it still will not be enough" Julia caught between her desire to help the wounded and to protect her family stood silent. A deep voice spoke from the doorway causing Geralt and Julia to look that way.

Vesemir stood with the wolf brothers speaking with determination said "We couldn't help overhear Geralt, we will stay, this is our family now too and war or not we are here for whatever you need." The rest of the brothers nodded their heads in agreement. Julia took in this information looked back at Geralt who seemed to be surprised by His brother's words. Julia taking the initiative said "Thank you, We appreciated your offer. Do you mind giving us just a moment and can you ask Visenna, Yennefer, and Renee to wait in the dining room for me as well." Nodding their agreement, the men turned and left.

Julia looked back to Geralt and moved to wrap her arms around his waist, "I know that given your comments before you would rather us pack up and run so you can get us to safety. I would too, but they're here now and more are coming and I can't just leave them to suffer. I'll send Tobias to get the village elders so we can discuss what to do and I will leave the security detailing up to you. Can you work with that? Can you accept the hand we have been given?" Geralt moved his arms around her and pulled her into a hug resting his chin on her head. She could hear his heartbeat slowing as her touch helped him calm. He then said with a resigned voice "Ok, let's do this but If I come to you and say we have to go. I want you to drop whatever you are doing and come. No questions asked." Hearing his need to have an escape plan and to know she trusted him Julia said quietly into his chest "Yes Geralt, I will trust your judgment"

That night saw a blur of activity. The Village elders had arrived an hour after the message went out and after much debate had agreed that the Village would host the Field hospital. Julia had spoken with Visenna, Renee and Yennefer who had discussed what was going to happen in great detail, Visenna and Renee were happy to help, Yennefer was angry that Julia was putting Ciri in danger but once they agreed to change Ciri's appearance and that she would stay by Yen's side helping her they all accepted to help. Now she had everyone on board she went back to the Captain with Geralt at her side. He didn't seem to trust the man but it gave her a sense of security knowing he was there. The Captain was waiting out by the wagon with his men as Julia approached him. Looking him straight in the eye Julia spoke with assurity "Captain, I have spoken with the Village elders you can set up tents here on my land, there are 4 healers here already and I am sure the ladies of the Village will help me but you might want to bring some with you as well." Renee and Tobias had already done a quick triage taking the neediest into the healing rooms those left in the wagons were stable.

Geralt walked into the healing room looking for Julia, he found her head resting on her arms asleep with herbs scattered around the table. She must have been up most of the night helping the wounded and preparing for the people to arrive. He looked around and saw Renee tending to one of the patients his head was bandaged and his leg was missing. Walking over to Renee he put a hand on her back "How long has Julia been asleep? And You should not be overdoing it, Renee, get Visenna to take over" Renee looked at him a small smile on her face as she said "Julia's been asleep for about two hours and I just sent Visenna to bed, she's been up for 24 hours" placing a hand on her protruding belly she said "we will be ok, and I will make sure to accept help when its offered. Don't worry Tobias is on my case as well" with that she sat down to rest watching her patient.

Taking a blanket and laying it over Julia's shoulders Geralt kissed her on her head and walked out the door. He had a job to do now. He had sent a message to the men of the Village and they would be arriving soon. All his brothers waited for him outside ready to train, if this village was willing to bring wounded in to care for them he would make sure that the men of the Village were trained to protect their families.

One Month had passed, Julia was sitting in the library the one place she could go when it was her turn for a break to not be disturbed. She sat looking into the fire, her body ached from all the activity, her mind foggy with lack of sleep. The last month had been frantic, the Temeria line had held and Nilfgaard had retreated only a week ago. However, that had not stopped the wounded arriving. She heard a noise at the door and saw Geralt looking at her, from his look he too was tired. As the wounded healed Geralt the brothers and his band of Village men had worked hard to keep the peace and stop the soldiers from taking advantage of the Village. The same Village that had sent its Women to feed and heal their sorry asses. There was no way to vet who was good and bad all they knew were they were wounded and that's all Julia could think of now. She motioned for Geralt to come in, He came forward and sat next to her pulling her into his arms and they sank into the couch. Snuggling in further Julia whispered "I Love you" and before she fell asleep she heard his deep gruff voices whisper back "I love you too"

Slowly the tents began disappearing, as the men healed Geralt made sure they were sent back to their home towns. Julia was glad as her household and the Village were tired and needed rest. Especially Renee who Julia had been watching closely. She was not far off her time and Visenna had insisted that she be on bed rest in her last weeks before the baby was due. No more wounded had arrived for a few days now so Julia was doing an inventory on what she had left and what she needed to replenish. She was so grateful for her garden, she had only run out of one herb during the time she was needed however she hoped there would not be any more wars as her supply was almost out.

Julia heard a shout from outside her room as Geralt push inn carrying Eskel over his shoulder followed by Vesemir "Julia, Eskel's been poisoned, quick do you have any Golden Oriole." Not thinking but acting out of haste she ran and grabbed the Witcher book out of its hiding place and quickly finding the recipe for the Golden Oriole went to make some. Thankfully she had what she needed and was able to make it quickly. Running over to Eskel she lifted his head to drink, then waited, watching as his skin went from an almost death pallor to his normal pink hue. Breathing a sigh of relief she turned back to her table but rather than relief her heart began to race as she saw Vesemir looking down at her book.

He looked up at her a mix of Amazement and shock on his face. Not sure what to do she looked to Geralt for help but he was too busy fussing over Eskel to notice that she was in trouble.

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kevindayprotectionsquad · 4 years ago

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So, as promised (even if it is a week late) I finished the first chapter of my original story. I am not super happy with it, but I am ready to move on from it lol. Feedback would be much appreciated, and I hope it only gets better from here since this one is kind of bland haha

Summary: basically just setting up the story. Jack gets news he doesn't want, and has to tell Matthew. Matthew ressures Jack things will be okay.

One

Fate is something that was only spoken in the legends and stories read to children. People never went out in search of their fates, they just lived them. However, when Queen Amilya of Gavella was pregnant with her first born, she suffered from extremely vivid dreams. The finer details of where she was or what she was doing were never the same, but she was always interrupted by the same old woman. The woman was always dressed in the darkest robes, her eyes so white Amilya could see her reflection in them. Every dream the old woman interrupted would shake Amilya to her core, waking her from her slumber, but not without the woman sharing her message. It was always the same; “He shall be the greatest king of Gevalla’s time.”

At the time, Amilya assumed the woman was referring to her husband. He was a great king who loved his people, and only had their best interest at heart. It made sense for her to be referencing her husband, especially with the handmaid’s old tricks telling Amilya her first born would be a baby girl. Despite that, the old woman continued to haunt her dreams with the same message every single night until the baby was born.

When she held the newborn in her arms the first time, it was clear the old wives tales had been wrong. The baby was a boy. A beautiful boy with the most powerful set of lungs Amilya had ever heard from something so tiny. As he wiggled in her arms screaming, the messages had become clear; this tiny baby would be the greatest king in all of Gevalla’s time.

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Fate had followed Jack everywhere he went his entire life. He grew up running the castle halls, ignoring the servants' whispers about him. As he got older, the pressure to be fulfil his fate grew unbearable. Nothing he did was ever good enough. His father wanted him to be his shadow, learning all it took to run a kingdom. His mother wanted him to be out, talking with the people, learning what they wanted from their kingdom. They both seemed to be good at pointing out the things he was doing wrong

“Jack, have you done your readings?” “Jack, have you been to training?” “Jack, don't argue with your sister at dinner.” “Jack, princes don’t eat with their elbows on the table.” “Jack, jousting armor does not belong in the castle.” No one took the time to ask him what he wanted.

If anyone had bothered to ask what he wanted, they would know being forced to sit in an advisory meeting with his father and his father's council is the last place he wanted to be. The lead advisor droned on about his weekly report of what the people wanted, but all Jack could focus on was pulling the loose string out of his sleeve. The string barely peaked out of the sleeve, but he had to pull it. The string got longer as he pulled, making his sleeve bunched up, before finally breaking off. He pulled at his sleeve, trying to even out where it bunched up.

“Jack,” his father's voice, louder than the advisors, interrupted his focus on his sleeve.

“Wh-,” he started, but remembered who he was speaking to and corrected himself. “Yes, father?”

He gave Jack his signature face of disapproval. “The Council is speaking to you, and you have the nerve to sit here and ignore them.”

“Oh,” Jack turned to the Council. They were much better at hiding their disapproval, but Jack knew it was still there. He could feel it seeping off them. “My apologies, I got distracted. There was a thread on my sleeve and-”

“Jack,” his father growled through clenched teeth. “Now is not the time for your antics, the Council needs your full attention. This is important. How do you expect to run this kingdom when I am no longer able?”

It was always that question. He was sick of being asked it every time his father wasn't happy with him. Jack tilted his head to look at the ceiling of the briefing room, and put a hand on his chin. “Hmm how do I expect to run the kingdom, father?” He dropped his hand and turned to face his father head on. “I simply don't expect to run the kingdom.”

The vein at the King’s temple throbbed, his face red with anger. Jack had to bite his tongue. He was so easy to upset, it almost wasn't fun anymore. Almost.

His father pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. “If you keep on like this, I will have no choice but to keep you out of the tournament.”

Jack’s breath caught in his throat. He hated all of his expectations as Prince, but over the years he and his father worked out a deal. Jack could joust and represent the kingdom in tournaments, if he put the effort into learning to run the kingdom. He couldn’t have jousting taken away from, it was the only thing keeping him sane through his princely duties.

“I apologize, Father,” He turned to the Council. “Please continue.

The Council looked to the King for permission to keep going. The King nodded and they moved on into their report of the tournament. It wasn't information that interested Jack, but he knew better than to look like he wasn't paying attention.

The tournament was held every year by the royal family. The neighboring kingdoms flocked to Gevalla to offer their best knights to fight for their honor. While the events themselves were high steaks competition, the tournament signified the allieship between the kingdoms, and celebrated another year of peace. With that many kingdoms involved, it was impossible to avoid politics, but Jack tried his best to.

“Sir Jack,” the lead advisor spoke up. “You have duties you haven't had for past tournaments.”

That got his attention. Jack gave him a questioning look, “What are they?”

“You will be expected to court a princess during the tournament.” The lead advisor began. “There are three princesses that will be in attendance, and we came to the conclusion to let you pick the one you would like to court. Their kingdoms are aware of this decision, and are in agreement with it. There is no wrong or right choice.”

Not what he expected, and not the duties he wanted. Thoughts raced through Jack’s mind, trying to make sense of what he had just been told. He can't court a princess. He wouldn't. “Then I chose not to.”

The Council looked at each other. His father shook his head beside him. “Is this about the blacksmith,” the King questioned.

“His name is Matthew-”

“His name doesn't matter, Jack,” His father interrupted. “We have been over this. You are not to see him anymore. He puts dangerous thoughts in your head, and is keeping you from doing right by your kingdom.”

Jack had to clinch his fists to keep himself from snapping. “Matthew isn’t the problem. I simply don't want to court a princess. I am not comfortable with that idea.”

“It's not up to you. You should be happy we are letting you choose,” His father raised his voice, quickly losing his patience. “You have to support this kingdom, and having a wife and an heir is part of that. I hope to the gods your heir is better to you than you are to me.”

“I don't want an heir either,” Jack stood from his seat and started for the door. “I didn't ask for any of this. I don’t want to be a prince, and you can't make me.”

With that, Jack turned on the heel of his boot, and bolted out the door. He could hear his father calling his name, obviously upset with his quick exit, but it was better he leave than say something he would regret. Although, he was sure he was going to regret running out of his meeting when he was getting a lecture at dinner. It didn’t matter now, all he could focus on was hurrying out of the castle.

The corridor the briefing room was in used to terrify Jack when he was a child. The faces of his ancestors lined the wall, passing their silent judgment every time he passed. Even as an adult, the hall left him unsettled enough to not be ashamed about quickening his pace until he was outside the castle's judgemental walls. The garden grew flowers of all kinds, but it could be barren and it would still be a relief every time he stepped foot in it. The garden gates opened to a well worn path. A path Jack had taken countless times to the stables down hill from the castle, and was the path he had taken countless times to search for Matthew.

Matthew had grown up alongside Jack. He was the son of the blacksmith in charge of all the metal work needs of the castle. As young boys, the two were quick friends, and quite the troublemakers. They were frequently caught stealing food from the kitchens, or harassing the younger princess. As they grew, they started sneaking out late in the night into the woods that backed up to the garden walls. The trees learned their secretes, holding them safe under their canopy. Their late night trips to the woods grew further and far between once Matthew took over his father's position as blacksmith. The change terrified Jack. Matthew started having less time for him, and they weren’t able to do the things they used to. Jack knew they weren’t children anymore, but it still felt as though he was losing his only escape from reality. Luckily, Matthew showed him that growing up is not necessarily a bad thing.

Matthew spent most of his days working in his shed next to the stables, forging whatever metalwork the castle needed, and was the first place Jack went to for his search. He found Matthew working on what looked like what was supposed to be a sword. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms. Sweat plastered his curls to his forehead. Normally, that would have bothered Matthew, but he was intently focused on his work that he didn't notice. Jack tried not to obviously stare, but he couldn't force himself to look away.

“Jack,” Matthew stopped mid mallet swing, just noticing him standing in the doorway. “I wasn’t expecting you until later today. I thought you had the tournament briefing meeting today?”

Jack laughed dryly, “I did, but I left early.”

“Left early?” Matthew repeated, tilting his head. He dropped his tool on the work table and crossed his arms. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” He replied, which earned a disbelieving look from Matthew, making him advert his eyes.

“It's hard for me to believe that it was just that simple,” Matthew started. “I know how you are. What happened?”

“I don't know,” Jack threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “We were making final plans about the tournament coming up, and my father got upset with me for not paying attention, so he threatened my joust.”

Matthew just sighed and shook his head. “Did you pay attention after?”

“Yes,” he crossed his arms to mirror Matthew. “That's not the worst of it.” Jack paused to take a breath, trying to steady himself. Matthew gave him a concerned look, but let him take his time to gain composure. “They are forcing me to court a princess. I have to choose a wife by the end of the tournament.”

Matthew’s eyes widened, and Jack watched him school his expression to stay neutral. He nodded his head with a soft, “Oh.”

They stood in silence for a moment; Matthew staring at Jack, and Jack avoiding his gaze. He couldn’t face him, not with his mind racing. They both expected the news eventually, but never planned for it. Now that it was finally happening, Jack didn't know what they would do. He wouldn’t give up what he had with Matthew for anything, but he also knew he didn't exactly have a lot of say in the matter. If he refused to comply, he would never see Matthew again. If he complied, there was an equal chance he would never see Matthew again. The uncertainty made his stomach clench.

A thumb on his cheek brought him back from his thoughts; Matthew wiping a tear off his cheek. He didn’t even realize he was crying. “Don’t get yourself so worked up,” he told Jack. “We knew this was coming, and we can figure something out.”

Jack shook his head, blinking back tears. “There's nothing we can do,” He said bitterly. “Absolutely nothing. They’re going to finally get their way of making a pawn.”

“You are not a pawn,” Matthew said, pulling Jack to his chest. “You’re a prince.”

“I don't want to be a prince anymore,” Jack buried his face in the crook of Matthew’s neck. “Being a prince means I lose you.”

“You’re not losing me,” Matthew scoffed. “I will still be here, building things for the castle.”

Jack pondered for a moment, hugging Matthew closer to him. He was right, the castle would still need Matthew. They would have a difficult time replacing him, so perhaps Jack could use that to his advantage. He didn't like the idea of having to sneak around with Matthew again, but he had done it before, and he would do it again.

“You're not losing me, Jack,” Matthew reassured him, rubbing soft circles on his back. “You just have to play Prince for a few days to please your father and the Council, and before you know it, things are back to normal.”

“Back to normal?” Jack pulled away from him, frowning. He didn't understand how he wasn't more upset. They were about to lose everything they knew, there would never be ‘normal’ again. “Do you not understand what I am saying? I will have a wife at the end of the tournament. A wife, Matthew, a wife. Don't you care?”

“I do,” Matthew held his hands up as if to surrender. “I promise I do. I don't like this anymore than you do, but I also don't think you should do anything more to upset your father or the Council.”

Jack scoffed. “They are going to be upset with me no matter what I do.”

Matthew just shook his head. “Jack, they just want you to be a prince, and they are losing patience with you. Do what they want for the tournament, and we will figure us out after. If you don't follow their wishes, I worry there won't be an us after.”

A deep breath wracked through Jack’s body. He ran his hands through his hair, hoping that would help organize his thought. He knew Matthew was right, he always was. Jack envied his ability to stay level headed in the face of doom. He couldn't risk losing Matthew, not when his world was about to get turned upside down.

“We will be okay,” Matthew reassured him. “You can't get rid of me that easily.”

The corner of Jack’s mouth twitched, “I know.”

Matthew held his hand out to Jack, which Jack took. “I wish you were a princess. Then we wouldn't be in this situation.”

“If only it were that easy. If only.”

#i really struggle with setting up stories #but im hoping/planning for it to get better #i feel like its dialog heavy #but im more comfortable writing dialog #if yall have any question/comments please share!!#i can take criticism #but please be nice about it #I hope this goes well haha #oc tag #oc jack rowe #oc matthew stagge #jack rowe #original story #my writing #made by me :)

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deadratio · 4 years ago

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Morning Delights/Stormy Evenings

Pairing: young Noah x Sylvie LaChance (OC)

In which the day begins warm and loving, but ends in a storm of life-changing events.

TW: death

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Hey y’all! I just wanted to say thank you in advnace for reading this! I know that OC pairings in the Dark fandom are not all that common, but @nikkzwrites and I have talked extensively about our OC’s in Nikkz’s AU Origin world. I personally do not feel comfortable writing young Noah/Hanno with Elisabeth, so that’s why I do nor write for them. If you would be interested in any of the Dark characters in a reader insert type of fic, then please let me know! I’m open to suggestions as well as constructive criticism!

Also, to clear some things up: Silja does not exist in this AU. Noah is the son of Martha and Bartosz. Regina and Aleksander no longer live in Winden.

-Katie

A soft breath fluttered its way through her lips as her eyes opened, finding herself wrapped in sun-kissed warmth. Yellow rays mixed with orange danced on the walls, her hands meeting her tired face, the breathing behind her coming from a soft slumber, which she hoped was filled with the sweetest dreams of all. Tanned arms constricted her waist, preventing her escape to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. She turned her body to face the still-bodied boy, his hair falling into his face, and his mouth slightly agape. A giggle filled the air as her fingers gingerly brushed the hair away, pressing her forehead to his.

Stirring slightly at the touch of the girl next to him, Noah blinked open his eyes, being met with the hazel ones of the girl who he loved most dearly. A smile broke his stoic features, a hand moving to brush against her cheek, his fingers tangling into the edges of her hair. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was slightly hoarse from sleeping, but it’s one of the many things Sylvie loved about him. Instead of a verbal response, Sylvie pressed her lips against his tenderly, quickly pulling away before chuckling at the boy.

“Bonjour mon amour. Comment vas-tu?” She asked him this every morning. Though he understood very little of the girl's native language, she always greeted him by asking how he was. He found the little things of their morning routine to be some of the most special because Sylvie was usually busy writing her thesis for university. “I’m always my best when I wake up next to you.” He responds, pressing another kiss to her lips. Pulling him to her, Sylvie kissed him back passionately, smiling against his lips before breaking the kiss, running her hand over his face. “I’m glad you’re so well. We should get out of bed, we have to be at your mom’s house by two today.” She stated, a soft glance moving his way. Her smile was still soft, her hands moving to detach his arms from around her. Pouting, Noah leaned back onto the pillows, his arms resting behind his head. Though he loved his family, he did find them to be a bit overbearing when it came to his relationship with Sylvie. That would always ask the most personal questions, when was he going to propose, when were the grandkids going to come, the ones they find the most important. It had been two years since she showed up to his cousin’s birthday party slash aunt and uncle’s wedding anniversary party, and had taken his breath away the minute he laid his eyes on her.

She had already moved from the bed, her shirt riding up as she stood, arms stretched high into the air and towards the ceiling. Turning to face her beloved boyfriend, Sylvie let out a soft laugh, looking down at him. “If you don’t get out of the bed, I’ll only make my coffee and toast.” Teasing, she moved towards the door of the bedroom, only turning to look back at him as she turned the knob. Groaning playfully, Noah rose from the bed, picking up his discarded shirt from the night before, finding that both the covers of the bed and the body heat of his dearest love to be rather overwhelming. Bare feet padding against the wooden floors, he followed the girl down the hallway and descended the staircase, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he went.

Shuffling into the kitchen, Sylvie began to make the coffee, also grabbing the sourdough loaf off of the microwave along her way. A soft sigh could be heard from the taller of the two as he opened the front door to find the newspaper laying on their front step. Though he didn’t read the paper in full, Noah still found it the easiest way to keep track of what was going on in their small town of Winden. The wafting smell of fresh coffee filled his nostrils as he closed the door, stepping slowly towards the kitchen, leaning against the archway. He watched her movements. This has become a daily routine for them; wake up, eat breakfast, get ready, and do what needs to get done. Though they deferred their decisions sometimes, Sylvie enjoyed having a typical set of activities to do before she had to bear her eyes on the computer monitor for the majority of the day.

Turning to find him looking at her, Sylvie felt a slight heat rush to the cores of her cheeks, turning back to face the slow-burning coffee pot. Soon after, comforting arms wrapped around her waist, rubbing soft circles into her sides. “I love you.” a tender whisper filled her ears, chills running their way down her spine. In all her years of living, he had been the only person able to make her feel so warm and giddy. Anybody she had dated in the past had been cold-blooded and reckless towards her. Spinning around in his embrace, a wide smile graced her features before she pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Just as he went to kiss her back, the coffee pot shrieked with its cruel tone, signifying that it had finally finished brewing the steaming black liquid. Though he preferred his without any additions, Sylvie typically added sugar and cream. Noah blames it on how sweet she is, but she brushes it off unless she’s in a particularly playful mood. Pouring two mugs, Sylvie hands one to Noah, careful not to spill any on his bare feet. She’s done it before, and she surely does not want to go to urgent care early in the morning again. Thanking his girlfriend, Noah takes his seat at the kitchen bar, watching the dark-haired girl as she, what he would say “dumped,” sugar and cream into the steaming ceramic cylinder. Facing Noah, Sylvie let out a chuckle, pulling the chair next to him out as so to sit next to him. Moving her free hand to his, she gripped his hand tightly. Though it felt like a normal weekend morning to her, she also had a haunting feeling in the back of her head. She typically ignored this and brushed it off as anxiety for the upcoming day, but this time it felt different, eternal, almost.

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A few hours had passed since the two young adults had finished their coffee and started to unpack the day ahead. Noah’s grandmother and grandfather, Regina and Aleksander, were visiting from America for the next couple of weeks. Sylvie had only been introduced to them over a video call, which was nice, but she was excited to meet them in person. Regina and Aleksander adored Noah and therefore were very adoring of Sylvie, who had brought light into his life. Black strands of hair flew amongst her face as she brushed her hair, attempting to style it more neatly than she normally would. Through her excitement, Sylvie was rather nervous to meet the two elders. Though she had already met the rest of the Tiedemann’s long ago, she still valued Noah’s love for his grandparents and did not want to disappoint the two on their return to their hometown.

Spending another fifteen minutes on her hair, Sylvie was finally satisfied with the simple braid she had put it in. Noah moved in the doorway, pressing a kiss to her temple while preparing to take a shower himself. A gentle smile sat upon the girl's features as she closed the bathroom door, stepping into the closet to decide on an outfit for the occasion. Though she wouldn’t consider her wardrobe to be all that special, she still valued her appearance and kept certain items for times such as these. Sticking out to her particularly was a deep forest green top, tiny polka dots freckled throughout the pattern. The sleeves were wide and almost whimsical, the bottom cinched at the waist and flaring out again. Setting the blouse on the tousled blankets of the bed, she moved to the dresser to select a pair of pants. She knew jeans would likely be okay with the Tiedemann’s, but her desire to please the two in-person won her over as she selected a pair of cropped black trousers. She knew she had a pair of flat, suede sandals that would go perfectly with the two items.

In the process of changing clothes, Noah stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrangling with his sopping wet hair. Having changed into clean clothes right out of the shower, he was more ready than Sylvie was. He hadn’t hugged his grandmother in years and missed the long, thoughtful conversations he shared with his grandfather. Sylvie looked up at him from her position on the corner of the bed, one shoe strapped, the other sitting next to her feet. A wide grin exposed itself to the boy, who returned his own. Slipping on the other shoe, Sylvie stood from the bed, straightening out her shirt. “Are you ready?” The question was filled with both concern and excitement. Walking over to stand next to her, he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers together. “I’m always ready with you by my side, my love,” A playful laugh ended the sentence as he leaned to place a kiss upon her lips once more. “I must fix my hair though, my grandmother would have a fit if I showed up to the house without at least combing my hair.” He chuckled, moving towards the dresser. He thought back to when he was just a young boy and his grandmother would come over to fix lunch occasionally, her fingers parting through his hair just as the heat of the day reached its peak. He missed her tender touch and her gentle words of reassurance.

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Standing at the kitchen sink, Bartosz peered through the window. The sun bore down on the trees surrounding the Tiedemann household, the leaves dancing in the light breeze. Today his mother and father would return from America to visit the family for two weeks, the first time in nearly five years. With both of the kids out of the house, it had become alarmingly quiet as Martha had been busy with the school and preparing for the coming months. The scruff along his chin had not bothered him for what seemed like decades at this point, but he knew his mother and decidedly made his way towards his and Martha’s shared bedroom to make himself more presentable. He feared the tension between his mother and his wife. Ever since Agnes had been born, admittedly out of wedlock, Regina had been rather brash towards the former Nielsen girl. He hoped that the day would go on without issue, though lingering in the back of his consciousness was a deep dark shadow. It was eerily detached from him, leaving a lingering trail in the distance. He shrugged it off as his nerves had got to him as he prepared himself for the day.

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The time had finally come for the two young adults to make their way to the Tiedemann home. Sylvie pressed a kiss to Noah’s cheek before running to the front door of the house, a playful smile breaking through her lips as she looked back at him. Their shared coupe sat in the yard, sleek and toned. Noah, amused by his girlfriend’s antics, closed the locked door behind him, running just past her to open the car door for her, laughing. Closing the door behind her, he headed to the driver’s side, sliding in next to Sylvie. Her green-toned eyes were lit with excitement, but he knew that behind them, the feeling of butterflies and anxiety were mixing into it. The engine revved up as he started the car, a soft musical tone filling the cabin from the previous drive. Putting the car into drive, Noah and Sylvie made their way to the other side of Winden. _______________________

Pulling up to the curb, Sylvie could see multiple cars in the Tiedemann’s driveway. She knew that Annalise and Jonas would also be there, maybe even Jonah and Michelle. Taking a deep breath, she watched as Noah walked around the front of the car to open her door, his veined hand gently encompassing her own. Twisting her legs, she stepped out of the car, smiling at Noah. His fingers tangled themselves with her own as they made their way to the front door together. His lips pressed against her hair before he knocked on the door. Appearing almost immediately in the doorway was Martha, a pleasant smile adorning her features. She first moved to hug her son, a kiss landing upon his cheek before she turned to Sylvie. Sylvie returned an eager smile to the woman she had come to admire dearly, her arms wrapping around her shoulders tightly. “Come in! Annalise brought us some hors d'oeuvres to enjoy while we all visit!” She exclaimed, moving back into the house. Noah let Sylvie step in first, following closely behind her. Martha, looking back at her son, smirked while following the couple, soon taking her place next to Bartosz.

The first person Sylvie saw in the large gathering space was Annalise, who joyfully waved at the two. Jonas acknowledged them with a smile and a nod. Standing next to Bartosz, Sylvie was able to recognize the red-haired woman as Regina. Attached to her shoulder was a man who she immediately assumed was Aleksander. His grey hair and slight scruff was a signature Tiedemann look amongst the older men. Bartosz was not quite there, with strands of grey peeking through the brown locks atop his head. A wide smile was set on Sylvie’s face as Martha announced their presence, both of the oldest Tiedemann’s turning to greet their grandson and his girlfriend. Regina, overwhelmed with excitement, rushed over to the two, embracing her youngest grandchild into a near bone-crushing hug. A giggle was heard from Sylvie, Aleksander approaching her in greeting, his hand jutting out to shake hers. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Miss. Sylvie.” He said, his mellow voice welcoming to the girl. Her hand molded with his, a firm shake swinging their arms in sync. “It’s such a pleasure, Aleksander. I have been looking forward to this for so long!” The excitement was evident, in her voice. Before Aleksander could reply, Regina had already made her way to Sylvie. One would think that the woman’s cheek would break from the big smile on her face.

“Sylvie! My darling! I am overjoyed to finally meet you in person!” A laugh erupted from Sylvie’s throat, Noah leaning slightly closer to her. Regina squeezed her shoulders, Sylvie’s arms gently grasping her back. Pulling away, the two moved back towards their respective partners. Noah and Sylvie joined the others in the lounge, sitting directly next to Annalise and Jonas. Annalise, eager to see the two again even though she had seen them mere days prior, hugged Sylvie from the side. Sylvie leaned into her, watching Bartosz set the hors d'oeuvres onto the coffee table in the middle of the room. Thus began the afternoon and evening of many laughs, stories, and embarrassing moments between the eight of them.

The day turned into evening seemingly quickly, the whole family chattering away. Sylvie, having enjoyed herself so far, excused herself to the bathroom. Noah squeezed her hand lightly as she stood, her gaze meeting his, a gentle smile etching its way into her face. Moving through the legs of the others, she made her way down the hall, pulling her phone from her back pocket. She had put it on “Do Not Disturb,’ having found it disrespectful to not only Noah’s parents but also his grandparents had she pulled it out in front of them. Clicking on the screen, she found multiple missed calls from her family, as well as nearly thirty text messages mostly from her aunt. This was immediately a red flag for Sylvie. The darkness that had encompassed her being early this morning returned to claim it’s stake. Moving further towards the back of the house, Sylvie changed her settings and found her mother’s contact, pressing the call button. Anxiety gnawed at her stomach and chest. Her aunt never called or texted her. Her mother had cut her off a few years ago due to a disagreement regarding a family matter.

The phone was pressed to her ear now, her fingers on her free hand clenching and unclenching. The phone went to voicemail, which she found more outrageously weird than her aunt texting her. Her mother always picked up the phone. Hands shaking now, Sylvie leaned her head back, taking a few deep breaths before calling her mother again. Waiting, it rang three times before being picked up, the voice on the end was not the one that belonged to her mother. “Sylvie! Oh, thank god! Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?” The question was full of concern, anger, and subsequently, unrecognizable sorrow. Swallowing her fear, Sylvie pressed, “Who is this? Why are you answering my mother’s phone?”

“Sylvie, it’s your aunt Odette…” There was a silence on her end, Sylvie was gritting her teeth now. “Odette, why do you have my mother's phone? She hasn’t spoken to you since Papa passed away.” Sylvie wanted to interrogate the woman, but she was more concerned with the extremely odd situation at hand.

“Dear, I do hate to be the one to inform you, but your mother was in an accident this afternoon.” Sylvie’s stomach dropped to her feet hearing these words, her heart beginning to race. She didn’t know what to say. How to ask “Is my mom okay?” Or worse. “Sylvie?” Odette’s voice shook the girl from her numb state of mind. “Odette. Tell me everything you know. I need to know immediately.” She ordered the woman on the other end of the phone. Her body was becoming hotter with each passing second, a rush of emotions overwhelmed the girl.

“Sylvie...she didn’t make it…” Sylvie’s jaw was agape, pure terror filling the veins in her body with a stiff coldness like no other. She could not fathom the thought, or even the existence, that her mother was dead. A muttered “I will be there soon” was all she could muster before hanging up the phone. Heavy tears began their journey through her tear ducts, spilling over onto her pale cheeks. She didn’t want to go back out to Noah and his family this way, but she had no choice but to do so. She had to get to France as soon as she could. A sob wracked its way through her body, her throat caught in the pain of the loss. Her hand cupped her face, her eyes twisted shut. Her jaw shuddered with another sob, her breathing ragged. Before she could fully reason with herself to take herself back to Noah, her anchor, she heard footsteps down the hallway. Her face had become blush-toned, her hands still shaking. Looking up through the flood of tears, she saw Noah.

Noah, concerned that Sylvie hasn't returned from the bathroom, made his way towards the back of the house. Martha also asked him to bring fresh water to the table on his way back. He had placed the pitcher on the kitchen counter, making Sylvie a priority since she had been gone for longer than ten minutes. Turning the corner towards the dining room, Noah was shocked to find the love of his life sobbing, tears dripping from her chin onto the wooden floors. Panicked, he rushed over to her, his arms embracing her immediately. He could feel her body shake with each sob, his shoulder becoming wet with her tears. Tangling his fingers in her dark locks, he whispered to her, “What’s happened, my love? Why are you so upset?” His voice was soft in her ear, only a slight comfort.

Shaking her head almost violently, Sylvie stuttered her words, barely willing, or able, to say the words out loud. Her fingers grasped the chambray fabric of his shirt as if her life depended on it, her forehead buried deep into his shoulder. Noah hadn’t met her mother, but he knew how close her and Sylvie’s bond was. She had grown up with her alone for nearly the entirety of her life until she met her father several years ago. Noah, concerned for his love and her wellbeing, proceeded to maneuver her towards the scarred dining chair, much like he expected her heart to be at this moment. Pulling out the chair, he gently placed her upon it, his hand moving to caress her cheek. He brought another chair in front of her, taking a seat in front of her. Knee to knee, he pulled her closer to him, his hands rubbing soft circles into her shoulders. Her sobs were quieter now, the tears continuing to streak their way onto her skin. Her breathing was more rhythmic now than when he had first found her, though he knew on the inside she was torn into pieces. Though she saw Martha as a mother figure, you cannot replace the love a biological mother and daughter have.

Martha had also excused herself from the gathering, stepping into the kitchen to find the water pitcher on the counter, unfilled. Finding this rather odd, she filled it herself and took it back to the others. Annalise, looking up from her spot, asked the woman, “Where are those two? Surely they cannot be canoodling at a family gathering? The only people I’ve known to do that are you and Bartosz!” Martha, taken slightly aback by this, stifled a laugh and shook her head. “Annalise, they are more respectable than that. I’ll go to find them. Also, it was only once!” She stated, turning back to walk towards the other end of the house. She shook her head at her dearest friend, a wide smile pinching the corners of her lips.

Noah whispered soft affirmations into Sylvie’s ear, promising that they would immediately pack and leave for France the moment they arrived home. The girl had moved to be sitting in his lap now, her legs scrunched up atop his thighs. He had begun to rub circles on her hips as he held her close to him, becoming silent. The only sound was their breath leaving their bodies until scuffled footsteps could be heard. Opening his eyes to find his mother standing in the entryway, a sad look glazed itself throughout his features. Martha, confused and concerned, approached the two slowly. Noah, whispering to Sylvie, set her feet back onto the ground, moving her to sit in the chair he had previously occupied. “I’ll be just a moment, love.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Nodding, Sylvie looked up at him before glancing over to Martha. Seeing her made her chest tighten, threatening to spill more tears.

Grasping his mother’s hand tenderly, Noah guided her to the pantry next to the dining room, closing the door behind them. Turning the light on, Noah faced his mother. “Noah, what’s happened? Why is Sylvie crying so?” She questioned, a frown replacing the smile she had worn on her way to find the two. Noah, sighing deeply ran his hand down his jaw, biting his bottom lip.

“I believe that her aunt has just called her,” He started, the tears beginning to well in his eyes as well. “Her mother was in an accident back in France. She didn’t make it,” He looked at his mother, his chin trembling. Martha gasped, her hand reaching for her son’s shoulder. He leaned into her touch, the tears making their trek down his face. “We must leave at once for France. I hate to cut our visit with grandma and grandpa short, but Sylvie means the world to me. Not being there with her in her time of need would be negligent of me.” Nodding, Martha understood his reasons for needing to leave. Pulling him into a tight hug, she kissed his cheek.

“Well, don’t keep her waiting. We will be here for you both when you get back, Please send our condolences to her and her family. She’s like a daughter to me, you know that. I love you both dearly.” Noah cracked a small smile at his mother’s words, squeezing her shoulders before turning to open the pantry door. Walking back to Sylvie, he crouched down, his hand gently taking hers in his.

“Mama said we could go. I’ll carry you to the car.” Sylvie nodded, her arms already moving to secure her reach around his neck. Slipping his arms under her knees, Noah lifted the girl from the chair, his mother watching them from the doorway of the pantry. A sad smile made its way through her features, following close behind them. Slowly stepping into the living area of the house, Noah glanced over at his family, the same sad smile of Martha’s etched over his face. Annalise, shocked at the situation, stood almost immediately. The rest of the family followed suit, Martha walking towards them. Before Annalise could move to ask the young couple what the matter was, Martha gently grasped her wrist, shaking her head. Together, the six of them watched the two exit the house and make their way towards their car.

Looking at Martha, Annalise began, “Martha! What happened to the poor girl?!” Martha’s eyes could have told the whole story, but she obliged the woman, as well as the others in the room. “Her mother passed away. They are going to France immediately.” Martha’s lip began to tremble as Bartosz gripped his wife’s shoulder. Annalise, shocked, grabbed onto Jonas’ shirt, looking up at him. The three couples moved to the window to watch the two slip away into the car, pulling from the curb. She leaned into Bartosz, fear for her son’s love digging its way through her chest and stomach. She couldn’t imagine or even fathom the pain Sylvie was going through. Though things were changing for her son, and undoubtedly Sylvie, Martha could only hope that the two of them would make it through this, and come back with a new lease on life.

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diary-of-deadweight · 5 years ago

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Friendship anniversary.

Pairing: Tenya Iida x reader

Summary: what started out as a idea pitched at 3am turned tradition, Iida is planning something big with the help of Deku and Uraraka.

Iida paced within the comfort of his own room, arms behind his back as he racked his brain of what to get you for friendship anniversary, which was slowly creeping nearer the longer he spent a majority of the free time pacing with no dice. It was a beyond infuriating task as your someone who values the thought put into a gift rather then the price tag; hell he could give you a notebook and you would love it as if you were gifted a car instead. Iida wanted to give you something you’d love even if the price is above the budget you agreed on way back then.

So he visited the local jewellery store at the weekend and saw something he’d think you would absolutely love as it reminded him of your beauty and how much it has blossomed over your years of friendship, not just physically but personality wise too, he bought it and kept it in his desk since then but for Iida one gift wasn’t enough as you always managed to get him two gifts he absolutely loved which is why he was currently pacing in his room.

He was trying to come up with another gift he’d knew you would like.

sad thing was that he didn’t know what to get you as he already bought you the latest movies and the latest manga of your favourite anime; one punchman which was a true tale about a bald hero and his immense strength, speed and agility along side his dream of meeting a strong enough opponent who can toss him around a bit before knocking them around abut himself with a single punch, for your birthday and previous friendship anniversaries that he was left to his own devices this time round.

A knock upon the door pulled him from out of his brainstorming session, striding over to the door to see who was in need of his assistance during this dire time. “Hey Iida.” The class rep was greeted by his dear friends, Izuku and Uraraka, “do you wanna head to the mall with us?” The Brunette asked. “I’m sorry but I’m currrntly facing a task that requires my full attention right now, so I’m gonna have to decline your offer.” Iida informed them before closing the door on them, ready to get back to his scheduled brainstorming only to find his friends sat upon his bed made him do a double take between the door and them in befuddlement that went unnoticed by the two. “What’s troubling you Iida, we are your friends and friends help each other,” Ochaco nodded her head vigorously at Midoriya’s statement, “so we shall tackle this issue together.”

Iida sighed, shaking his head in disbelief at his friends persistence of wanting to aid him and decided that three heads were ultimately better then one and he was in desperate need of an idea so what could go wrong? “It’s mine and (y/n)’s frienship anniversary coming up and I’m struggling to think of another gift to give them.” He day himself on the other side of Midoriya, leaning his back against the cold wall. “So what is the first gift you got them?” Ochaco tilted her head to the side, her bob haircut followed suit with her moment.

“An Swarovski crystal necklace.”

Izuku and Ochaco gasped in surprise, sharing a look before looking back at Iida, “Doesn’t (y/n) hate expensive gifts because a Swarovski Crystal isn’t cheap.”

“I know, I thought that if I tell them that it reminded me of how beautiful and unique our friendship is that they wanted to preserve it forever.” Iida explained, blushing slightly when Uraraka cooed at how cute it all was that the bluenette must’ve thought she misinterpreted it as something albeit romantic but waved it off as accidental. “Why don’t you show them how much they mean to you.” Izuku suggested with a shrug, Iida thought about it and sure enough took interest in the idea, “what do you mean by that Midoriya?”

“I mean that you should create a slide by slide presentation on all the great moments you’ve had together.” The curly emerald haired male expanded upon his idea, “add some videos if you have any.” Ochaco added for the hell of it, already excited to see the finished product that they both free balled ideas that Iida either shot down due to being unrealistic to pull off or liked as it was something that could be easily accomplished.

This went on well into the afternoon and they decided that the plan was ready to go and went down to celebrate with Katsuki’s cooking as they dragged their limbs that felt like they were 100 pounds heavier with each step they took.

Timeskip

When the day finally arrived Iida was practically sweating bullets and his nervousness kicked into overdrive as he couldn’t seem to hold the USB without his hand violently shaking that he decided to place it within the safety in his pocket along side the necklace so he didn’t loose and or drop it anytime soon. He looked up at the clock upon the wall, sapphire gaze setting upon the illumonesent scarlet numbers which flashed repeatedly:

‘8:30am’

It wouldn’t be long until you would wake up and head down to the common room for breakfast and your morning cup of tea/coffee, you were a grumpy little shit without it as many of the class found out first hand. So the tall male setted off out the door and down to the common room like a bolt of lightning and began setting up everything whilst leaving his friends Uraraka and Midoriya to inform the rest of his classmates why most of the common room will be sectioned off into a blanket fort, they insisted in helping him set up to which he declined but appreciated their offer as this day was primarily for you and him specifically after a 3am conversation.

So he was thankful that no one was down in the common room as a majority of them were heavy sleepers and wouldn’t get up until like 10 am whilst people like Katsuki and Kirishima were early worms and would get up the millisecond the sun rose and do some morning training which gave Iida the chance to litter the floor with wisteria petals, whip out a old theatre screen from the closets (I don’t know the fucking name to them ok.) a little projector that he could connect to the computer and did a little test run beofre giving the room a satifying nod just as a ‘ping’ noise came from his phone.

It was a text from Midoriya.

‘Hey Iida are you ready cuz (y/n) is heading towards the staircase right now, Uraraka tried to stall them a little to give you extra time but it failed badly.’

Iida smiled at how kind his friends are to stall time for him, he responded back with.

‘Thank you Midoriya I’m already set up with relatively ease but I appreciate the help.’

After he pocketed his phone a voice from the stair case he knew almost instantly.

“Oh my god...Iida,” he turns around to you with a softened look, “is this all for our special day?” He wordlessly nods, “it’s beautiful.” He watched your wide eyed expression as they wander around the decorated section as if you were walking through the snow covered streets of Musutafu as you came from a *cough* fictional *cough* country where snow is rare; unable to speak which gave Iida mixed emotions as half of him believed it was out of disgust while the other half believed that it was out of shock and amazement at his efforts of making today the best friend’s anniversary in recent memory, something he hope you both remember years from now.

He wandered over to you, resting a hand upon your shoulder that made you jump slightly, you turned to him with an almost unreadable expression, making IIda’s worry increased by a fraction.

“(Y/n), do you like it?”

“Like it? Like it? Iida I love it!” You exploded with joy as you hugged the male as tightly that he swore he couldn’t feel his lower half beofre finally deciding that it was time to show you the gifts so he tapped you on the shoulder to signify for you to release him, which you did as you watched him as he made his way over to the computer, pressing play as a video began playing from the projector that began with some emotional music whilst pictures of you and Iida flashed before your eyes while every once in a while bold lettering would spread saying the sweetest shit like:

‘Under a cherry blossom tree three years ago stood a person I had no idea would later become my best friend. Someone I couldn’t possibly live without or be away from for an extensive period of time without worrying about their well being but I know that they know I only mean well when I do so.

‘But as of this year, 2020, I had troubles trying to think of what to get them as I would spoil them rotten under the radar which’ll most definitely earn me a scolding later today. If it wasn’t for Izuku and Uraraka for giving me this idea during my time of stress, I don’t know what I would’ve done.’

Before another barrage of photos and videos of you both either inside or outside the academy, being either falsely stern at each other and laughing about it seconds after or just pulling funny faces at the camera.

‘So I decided to take their idea and make a presentation on how much (y/n) (l/n)’s frienship means to me so I’m going to summarise it on a sentence before the next section of pictures cuts in.’

You chuckled at this.

‘(Y/n)’s friendship means everything to me and I would never trade it for anything.’

So as the last load of pictures and or videos came to an end one last paragraph showed itself over an uncomfortably zoomed in picture of your face such drew a hysterical laugh from your lips, a sweet release from all the crying you’ve been doing through out it all as nostalgia swept you off your feet and carried you down memeory lane of each individual picture and or video. You truly didn’t know where you’d be without having this sapphire eyed male beside you...you truly didn’t.

‘(Y/n). Your friendship was and always will be the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced and I hope that even well into adulthood we still uphold this tradition for as long as we can, I never wish to loose the unique relationship we’ve built overtime due to the lack of communication, it’s something I’d be stupid to give up, so I hope you enjoy the next gift that, honestly costed a pretty penny but was most defiantly worth it as it symbols out frienship and how it’s so unique it had to be crystallised. Happy friend anniversary (y/n), here’s to many more’

- Tenya Iida.

Tenya then knelt next to you as he hands you a small box, gesturing you to open it with a nod of his head as he wiped away the tears that had gathered within his eyes over the presentation and the waves of nostalgia that wished over him and how even through the worst of days you both stuck together like gorilla glue.

You opened the beautifully presented box to see this:

“A Swarovski Crystal?!” You exclaimed as you dangled the necklace in front of your blurry eyes as you admired hoe it glistened under the light, “Tenya Iida, you beautiful bastard help me get this on please.” You sniffled as you unclasped the necklace, handing it to Iida who sat himself behind you, shifting hair out of the way as he clasped the necklace as you felt the center price rest upon the middle of your chest as you gazed down at it in awe, wiping away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks like a waterfall as you were riddlers with emotions that you just thought ‘fuck it’ and tackled Tenya into a hug as you cried into him; saying how you didn’t deserve such a friend as loyal as him and thanked him for being born, how blessed you were to have him in your life which made Iida collapse into a heap of tears himself, while unknownst to you, the rest of your class stood on the stair way, smiling at your sweet moment before evacuating the area to give you both some privacy.

Later down the line you and Iida may or may not have gotten married later on in life and would be spending your third anniversary underneath a familiar cherry blossom tree, the same exact one where you first met all those years back.

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shadamy but somehow they turn into real hedgehogs and have to find a way to turn back to normal

Unexpectedly Good ShadAmy 3K

It was one of the few times Silver got to visit Amy's cafe. He had been out of town for a couple of weeks and as his pink friend suggested, they were going to meet today.

Momo cafe had a calming atmosphere. A soft green decorated the walls as flowers and plats were placed next to the crystal clear window. The tables and chairs were made out of wood, which was accentuated perfectly the cozy atmosphere of the place. Fairy lights hang from the ceiling and Silver wonder that it must be a beautiful thing to witness at night.

It was late afternoon and the and sun was starting to set, as he entered the cafe he noticed Amy over the cash register and immediately waved side as they noticed each other's presence.

"Well, you are early I am about to close," Amy said as she watched Silver jump over the counter, joining her side.

"Of course, I won't miss tonight-" Something caught the white hedgehog's attention. As he looked over the cafe, he noticed that on a faraway table a black hedgehog quietly looked over them.

He perfectly knew who this hedgehog was and although he didn't want to interrupt his calm moment, Silver was just too excited to see him.

"Hey, Shadow!" Silver screamed across the cafe and Amy was glad that there were only a few costumers left at the cafe. "Come over with us!"

Shadow pretended not to hear him as he hides his face with his hand and Silver was still clueless as ever. "Hey, Shadow!!!"

"Silver, you are embarrassing him." Amy faced her white friend and with the softest look she could give him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shadow is my top client, he comes here at the same time every day and orders a black cup of coffee... Don't scare him away."

Silver gave the pink one an intrigued look. A part of him didn't believe her. The white hedgehog placed his back on the counter's edge. No longer facing the cafe but the kitchen of it. "What are you talking about? Shadow hates coffee."

"What? No, he doesn't!" Amy said as she took off her pink apron and placed it on top of the counter. "If he didn't, he wouldn't come here."

"He can't even stand the smell! I remember the other day he-"

"Hello,"

The pink and white hedgehog froze as they heard a deep voice behind him. They slowly turned around and they noticed the black hedgehog had placed a white cup on the counter, signifying that he had finished the coffee.

"Hey, Shadow," Amy said as she waved at him, a bit embarrassed at the possibility that Shadow might have heard their previous conversation. "Did you enjoy the peach coffee?"

"Indeed,"

The white hedgehog was intrigued by the black one. Shadow always had that firm stance, as if he was ready to attack at any time. However, today he looked very ... soft. He looked a bit timid even.

"Since when do you like coffee?" Silver asked. "I gave you a coffee scented candle for your birthday and you almost threw me out of your apartment."

"You gave him a scented candle for his birthday?" Amy asked.

"Don't people on your time usually do that?"

Amy was thinking about giving him a remark but now that she thinks about it, he wasn't wrong. Both hedgehogs looked over to Shadow and they were waiting for an answer.

"Actually, I am only capable of enjoying Amy's coffee," Shadow replied, he looked over the room nervously. Alright, Silver was detecting something about his red striped friend. It was s strange sight and one that Silver had never seen before.

A few seconds passed where none of them spoke. Amy and Silver waited for Shadow to continue as it seemed like the black hedgehog had more to say.

However, he actually walked away. The pink and white hedgehog looked at each other in surprise, they knew that Shadow was a mysterious hedgehog but this was different.

"Actually, Amy ..."

All of a sudden, Shadow was there again looking more nervous than ever. He scratched the back of his head as he looked to the other side, not making eye contact with the pink one. Silver examined the black hedgehog a crazy thought came to his mind. No ... it couldn't be ...

Shadow let out a sigh as he mustered all the courage he had inside and said, "Are you free tonight?"

"I can't believe you are making me go on a date with Shadow tonight!" Amy complained as she stood in front of her futurist friend. The sun was completely down already even though it was only 7 p.m. The two friends were walking down the street as they headed towards Amy's house. "Besides, we had plans"

"Amy, Shadow doesn't just go out for fun," Silver said as he walked next to the pink one. "He must really like you ... besides, I'll be staying over your house. We can do a sleepover after your date today."

"I still can't believe it," Amy sighed in defeat. It wasn't that she didn't like Shadow, it was that she had never seen Shadow in a romantic light before. Probably, it was because he was her number one customer and never really interacted only when it came down to take his order. "Well, at least I know he is going to bring with him the magic book I lent Rouge."

Silver and Amy could see a pink house from afar, it has been a while since he had visited her home. If he was completely honest, a nostalgic sentiment overtook him. It had only been a few weeks .. maybe he was just sentimental.

"Magic book?" Silver asked as Amy opened up the door for him. He stepped in and immediately turned on the lights. The one thing that he enjoyed the most about his friend's house was the smell. It smelled like vanilla, and cinnamon very home-like.

"Yes, I lent her a magic book I got from when we went to visit Blaze ... remember?"

The name of the purple cat made a small electric shock run down Silver's spine. The pink hedgehog noticed this and walked towards her black sofa, inviting Silver to sit down next to her. An evident blush tinted the white hedgehogs' cheeks.

"Shadow won't pick me up until 9 ... So, we got time to talk about you."

"I am done with part of the deal, now give me the keys to my motorcycle."

Pointing at the beautiful bat, Shadow wasn't having the greatest time. He was beyond annoyed at the moment and it seemed that the bat only took more pleasure at seeing him in such state.

"Not until you take Amy out, then I'll give you the keys." Rouge was peacefully watching a movie in the living room of the apartment of the famous Team Dark. She was having a good time until her black friend appeared to annoy her, or better say tell the news. "You should be grateful, I doing you a favor."

"How is forcing me on a date a favor?"

Shadow was standing between Rouge and the TV, impeding her from enjoying her telenovela. Not like Rouge minded too much because at the moment there were only commercials. She muted the TV to give Shadow her full attention, hoping that something that she says will go through his thick skull.

"Because of me, you are going on a date with the girl you like, how is that not a favor?" Rouge finally made eye contact with Shadow.

"I don't like her."

"You go to her cafe everyday although you hate coffee," Rouge replied.

"I like coffee now, that doesn't-"

"You put a sticker of a rose in your motorcycle because that reminds you of her."

"No, I actually-" Shadow tried to interrupt her but Rouge had the upper hand.

"She came to G.U.N. once," Rouge stopped him midway, again. "You sneezed, she said blessed you and you had the biggest smile on your face for the whole week."

A few moments passed where Shadow and Rouge were battling to see who would win. The black hedgehog was throwing mental daggers at her but it seemed like Rouge was immune to his attacks. Finally, Shadow sighed in defeat. He placed a hand to his forehead as he felt that it started to hurt.

"It's ok handsome," Rouge said, finally giving him a reassuring simile. "You will get her, just open up a little more and-"

"It pains me," Shadow said and this time, he placed his right hand on his stomach.

"Love hurts sometimes-"

"Not like that!"

All of a sudden Shadow ran across the living room into the closest restroom. He kicked it open as he felt that the liquid forming in his stomach could spill out at any moment. He heard steps follow close up behind him but he didn't care, he went straight to the toilet, open up the lid and started to throw up.

He didn't know what it was ... if it was the coffee that he drank earlier or just the thought that he was on a date with his love interest that made him sick to the stomach.

Rouge stood behind him. She bent down next to him and for a few seconds, Shadow looks at her ... Wow, he did look sick.

A few more minutes passed in which Shadow kept vomiting with a few minutes of interval. Rouge and Shadow had come up with the same conclusion, Shadow the Hedgehog was sick. It didn't matter if it was because he was nervous or because of the coffee he drank earlier, they needed to do something about it.

"What am I going to do?" Shadow said as he kept his face closer to the toilet. "She can't see me like this!"

"You could reschedule," Rouge said, "I think that's-"

"No, it has to be tonight,"

"Why?"

"Silver is with her."

Rouge inclined her head mostly at the fact that she had never seen Shadow in such a state. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on but she knew that she had to continue to dig dipper into the matter to find out. "And that matters because?"

"He is a good hedgehog ... unlike me." Shadow's voice trembles as he uses his arm to clean out his mouth. "What if something happens between them tonight? I need to go out with her ... tonight."

There was such a preoccupied look on Shadow's face that it took the white bat by surprise. Her heart throbbed the moment they looked at each other. She knew that Shadow liked Amy, but now she knew to what extent. Rouge just couldn't bear to see him like that, so lost ... Then, a thought crossed her mind. That magic book Amy lent her.

"I know what to do!" Rouge said excitedly, "You stay right here Shadow, you will go to that date I promise!"

One moment ago, they were talking about his and Blaze's relationship and suddenly Amy turned into a hedgehog.

An actual hedgehog.

She was extremely tiny and had pink quills, she moved around as she followed her nose. Silver wouldn't believe it but because he saw Amy transforming there was no doubt. It happened so fast. With a poof sound and a bright light coming out of her body, she was now rolled into a ball.

There were Mobians and there were animals. Animals were the ancestors of Mobians and they were highly respected in the community.

Silver delicately grabbed the small pink hedgehog in his hands and as he did so, Amy popped out of the ball.

She was just ... so adorable.

"What if I keep her like this?"

The thought crossed his mind but Silver quickly shook his head as the thought went away. It didn't matter how cute the pink hedgehog was, he still preferred the talkative Amy the one who would listen to him.

Suddenly, a rush of panic began to overtake his body. This was such a drastic change, it happened out of nowhere and the white hedgehog didn't know the reason as to why she changed. What was he supposed to do in these circumstances?

As if Chaos heard his prayers, a strong knocking came from the door and Silver reluctantly stood up from the sofa with Amy still in his hands. He mentally prayed that whoever it was, it was his salvation.

He opened the door where a very unexpected person showed into the picture. She smiled awkwardly and waved from side to side. It didn't take long for the bat to notice the small pink hedgehog in Silver's hand. Just like Rouge, Silver noticed a small black and red hedgehog, softly being held in Rouge's right hand. A few seconds passed where the two Mobians were trying to understand what happened, Silver analyzed the black hedgehog and if he didn't know better he was sure that Shadow ... even like an animal hedgehog, he still hand that angry look on his face.

"Are you going to let me in handsome?" Rouge asked as it made Silver go back to reality. He nodded as he opened the door for her and the bat made her way inside. She looked around the house and she made a mental note to compliment Amy on her house decor.

But this wasn't the moment to think about that right now.

"I'll go straight to the point," Rouge said as she turned around to look at Silver who was closing the door behind him. "I gave Shadow a magic potion and I read the ingredients wrong and I accidentally turned him into a real hedgehog."

Silver came to an abrupt stop as he approached the bat. That was a lot of information to take in and he had a lot of questions.

"Alright first," Silver walked towards the dining table which was right next to the living room's sofa. He placed Amy there and kept a close eye on her. "Why did you give Shadow a magic potion and why does it affect Amy?"

Seeing how comfortable look at the dining table, Rouge placed her small black friend next to the pink hedgehog so she could focus on her next conversation with Silver.

"Shadow was nervous about the date tonight, he was throwing up and he was really determined to go to the date ..." Rouge said. "I couldn't stand him to see him like that and I remembered the magic book Amy lent him ... So, I gave him a confidence potion."

"Confidence Potion?"

"To give him the confidence to tell Amy about his feelings ... that's how she got affected too,"

Silver sighed and he placed a hand on his forehead, frustration evident on his face. "How do we get them back to normal?"

"Well, since this is a confidence potion, Shadow has to-"

The pink and black hedgehog only stared at each other, trying to understand each other's presence. They got closer as they took a good sniff of each other, trying to get familiar with the smell.

"You are like me!" Amy made small noises as she tried to interact with the black hedgehog in front of her. She couldn't understand the bigger white hedgehog that was taking care of her. Her small heart hopped that she could make a small connection with this one.

Shadow only got closer to her, trying to look at every inch of her small body. He did a few laps around her and noticed that she was worthy of his presence.

The black hedgehog faced her again, red eyes met green.

"I like you," Shadow said as small noises came out of little his mouth. "Do you want to be with me forever?"

"There's no way Shadow is ever going to confess to Amy, we need to think of another idea!" Silver said, a tint of desperation on his voice.

But as if Chaos wanted to contradict him, a bright light was coming from the dining table. The hedgehogs shone together and with a 'pop' sound, they were back to normal.

Amy and Shadow were sitting on top of the dining table. It took them a few seconds to realized what just had happened. Shadow was the one to react at almost immediately as he felt how his left hand was softly holding into Amy's right hand. A soft blush landed on cheeks and still, he didn't let go. Amy was still in trance but was soon taken back to reality as she felt Silver's arms around him.

"I was so worried that you were going to stay like a hedgehog forever!" Silver said, he felt relieved as he felt that Amy had returned his hug.

"Yeah, I am good-" Amy said and wanted to continue to comfort him but in an abrupt moment, she wasn't able to feel Silver in her embrace any longer.

"Hey, stay away from her!"

Shadow was fast to stand up from the dining table and pushed Silver away from the pink one. He stood up between them and it took him a few moments to realize what he had just done. Everyone had just stared at him in amusement and once again, the black hedgehog could feel his cheeks getting warmer by the second.

"I mean ... We just turned back, you could hurt her," Shadow said and quickly, added, "But it's not like I care ..."

"Come on Shady," Rouge walked towards her friend, prepared to tease the hell out of him. "You did confess to Amy already, didn't you?"

Once again, there was that blush on Shadow's face. He covered it with one of his hands. He mentally cursed Rouge and swore in the name of Chaos that he would have his revenge.

"You are not one to talk! Because of you, we were turned into animal hedgehogs!" Shadow said almost screaming.

"Yes, but I ended up confessing to your crush. So at the end of the day, I made you a favor!"

"Alright this is it, I am leaving!"

Shadow just couldn't take the teasing anymore. There was just so much he could take although he was used to Rouge's constant teasing, the thought of Amy seeing him as this concerned him the most. He must be looking so pathetic, now she is never going to look at him the way he wants her to. His only chance to go on a date with Amy had gone to the trash.

Shadow opened the door, ready to exit out and go somewhere he could freely feel ashamed of himself.

"Shadow, wait!"

Her voice felt like a sweet melody to him. His heart skipped a bit as soon as Shadow saw the pink one walk towards him. A soft smile landed on Amy's face and for a moment, Shadow forgot about his previous embarrassment.

Amy softly held Shadow's hand and at this moment he felt his heart could leave his body.

"Do you still want to go on a date tonight?"

A/N: This was harder to write than I expected. I know that the scene where they turn into real hedgehogs is kinda short but that was the best thing I could come up with without making this request too long. I hope you liked tho, thank you for the request!

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