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foreverafangirl14 · 6 days ago
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Medical Tape
Hawks walked in the door after a long day's hero work turning around to lock the door to his apartment behind him, only to be pinned to the closed door behind him after he was done by Dabi.
"Dabi!!" Hawks yelled in surprise, "what are you doing in my apartment!?" He asked. "Did you check your soulmate mark yet?" Dabi asked sounding a bit worried or maybe... Anxious. "Uh, no, I was on my hero shift..." "Were we supposed to get them today?" Hawks asked. Dabi nodded pulling back his sleeve to reveal a new burn scar covering what had supposedly been his soulmate mark. Hawks's eyes widened and he quickly pulled up his own sleeve to check the soulmate mark that was now sure enough.. right there written across his arm. It read 'Touya Todoroki (Dabi)'. Dabi helped Hawks take off his jacket leading him over to sit on the couch next to him. "Do we really have to?" Hawks asked nervously, his wings were starting to shake a bit behind him. Dabi took Hawks's hand in his own giving it a small squeeze for comfort. "Yeah, I already burned your name off my arm" "we have to, it'll be bad for both of us if people find out about us," Dabi explained. Hawks nodded already knowing why him and Dabi had agreed to see Dabi's fire quirk to burn over their soulmate marks if they (inevitably) got each other. Hawks let go of Dabi's hand and started clutching the fabric of his pants nervously instead until his knuckles began turning white. Tears began to well up in the corner of Hawks's eyes. "I'm afraid," Hawks admitted. "I'm afraid of your fire," "I'm... So sorry," Hawks apologized a tear rolling down his cheek. Dabi already somewhat knew this but hearing Hawks admit it sent a pang of something through his heart and he couldn't help as his expression softened a bit. Dabi pulled Hawks into his lap on the couch, holding him tight in an embrace. Hawks clutched the back of Dabi's shirt, his head buried in between the crook of Dabi's neck and his shoulder. "You don't have to be sorry" Dabi said. "I-" Dabi started but stopped mid sentence seemingly having an idea. "Stay right here on the couch, I have an idea," Dabi said but Hawks wouldn't let go of him, his legs were now wrapped around Dabi's waist. Dabi rolled his eyes, smiling a bit as he simply picked Hawks up with him as he got up to try out his idea. Hawks didn't complain, he actually enjoyed being carried by Dabi like he was now. Dabi took some medical tape out of the cabinet in Hawks's bathroom still holding Hawks with one arm. Dabi sat down on the bathroom floor sliding Hawks off his lap and onto the bathroom floor in front of him. He then started wrapping the medical tape around Hawks's soulmate mark, the tape sat tightly around Hawks's arm. "Shouldn't that go on after you use your fire to burn over my soulmate mark and cover it up?" Hawks asked confused. Dabi shook his head. "I'm not gonna burn it, just... Be careful... And make sure the medical tape keeps it covered," Dabi explained. "But-" Hawks started before. "Don't argue with me Birdie," Dabi said cutting Hawks off. Hawks nodded, "okay,"---------------------"Dabi?" Hawks asked as Dabi finished wrapping his arm in medical tape. "What is it, birdbrain?" Dabi asked. "I- thank you..." Hawks said leaning toward a bit, giving Dabi a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, yeah... I love you too... Feathered idiot." Dabi responded, trying to sound nonchalant. However a bit of a blush appeared around his thick scarring giving away how he was actually feeling. Hawks smiled at the sight of it. It wasn't like they hadn't kissed each other before. They were lovers after all... But it still made them both blush. Every single time.
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Thanks for reading this short fic, I started writing this as it was supposed to be a short one shot someone requested for Hawks being afraid of Dabi's fire as a headcanon but I think if people like this I might make a part two where the medical tape gets ripped off in battle on the job and Endeavor (who Hawks is fighting next to during hero work) sees Touya's name as his soulmate mark.
Would you read a part two?
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from-izzy · 11 months ago
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things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!
anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍
i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---
my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!
honestly this became more of an appreciation post but đŸ„ș
@astrae4
my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did
@cloverdaisies
black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (đŸ„ș), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)
@cupidjyu
my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'
@heemingyu
honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy đŸ„ș
@justalildumpling
chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'
@littleroaes
pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets
@mosviqu
pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate
@winterchimez
soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'
@zzoguri
crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner
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akaluan · 4 years ago
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Erich/Kisuke/Alexis: Soulmate AU + Character in Peril Part 18
It’s nearly pitch-black under the tree by the time they’re finished eating, what little light there is barely enough to see Urahara and Alexis’ outlines, and it’s
 it’s tempting to just call it a night and try to get some rest.
He won’t though. Can’t. Not when he promised to make up for his earlier blunder.
“Shall we meditate?” Alexis asks as she inches closer and then settles, pressing against his side.
“We should,” Erich says in agreement, then turns towards Urahara and reaches out to grasp the man’s wrist. “Come on,” Erich murmurs as he guides the man closer. “Alexis and I usually sit back to back for this, but with three of us
” he trails off with a thoughtful hum, trying to picture how they should all be sitting; the problem is that he’s currently still wearing Benihime, which definitely puts a crimp in places that Urahara can sit.
Unless

It takes a single thought to cancel the harness holding Benihime to his belt, and he uses his free hand to set her across his lap; he really doesn’t know what sort of rules exist for scenarios like this, but
 he can’t imagine just setting aside an entire portion of Urahara’s soul simply because it’s in the way.
Not when they’re about to meditate together!
Urahara stiffens in his grasp, threads of wonder-astonishment-trust slipping through their bonds. “You
 ah
 my sword
”
Erich frowns and twists around a bit more to squint at the shadows over Urahara’s face. “Have I done something wrong?” he asks even though he doubts it, not with the feelings he’s getting from Urahara.
“No, no! It’s just
 Shinigami have a technique called jinzen, where we commune with our blades in order to become more in tune with each other. You just
 you’re sitting in a very similar pose,” Urahara hastens to explain.
“Hmm
” Erich looks down at his lap and traces his fingers over Benihime’s hilt for a moment. “Think of this as
 similar,” he says as he tugs Urahara the last few inches closer, feeling the man shoulder thump against his own. “Let Alexis and I lead.”
Urahara makes a soft, thoughtful noise and cautiously shifts closer, until he’s pressed almost as close to Erich as Alexis is.
It’s a strange, prickly feeling, if Erich’s being honest; on one hand, Urahara is his soulmate, is part of him, but on the other

On the other, he has a Shinigami pressed against his back, a Shinigami soul-sword across his lap, and he’s about to meditate with his people’s greatest enemy.
He breathes in. Tips his head back. Stares at the shadowed canopy overhead. Forces his mind to settle when all he wants to do is pull away—
(He can’t, he won’t!)
(He promised!)
“Maa, you don’t have to include me,” Urahara murmurs in reaction, starting to pull away before suddenly freezing in place.
“Tell our soulmate that if he tries to be unnecessarily noble without my permission, I will tie him up so we can get on with it,” Alexis announces blithely.
“Alexis!” Erich protests, then sighs and says, “I apologize for Alexis’
 insistence. Will you trust me — us — to know our limits in this? I
 want to try.”
Urahara slowly relaxes back against him, an undercurrent of nervousness-uncertainty-awkwardness belying his outward ease. “Very well. But—”
“I’ll let you know when it’s too much,” Erich promises, then carefully leans into both Alexis and Urahara and closes his eyes. Breathes. Focuses inward and—
Finding where their souls touch is achingly, wondrously easy from this distance. Alexis is familiar, is safe, is love-trust-forever where her soul mingles with his own, decades of careful cultivation having blurred the edges of him and her into him-and-her; it’s only obvious when they’re this close, of course, because they’re soulmates but they’re still humans, still tied to their physical bodies no matter how much time passes.
Urahara is
 becoming familiar, a bare handful of interactions not enough to do more than smooth out the very worst of their jagged edges. Like this, Erich can feel the distance between them more sharply than ever; they can share emotions, share power, say as many words as they like about trust, but

Urahara is afraid.
(Just like he is.)
Afraid of rejection, afraid of judgment, afraid of Erich-and-Alexis who have been together for decades and have mingled their souls and who know each other more certainly than anyone else can or will

(While he’s afraid to trust, afraid to hope, afraid that the one thing he truly wished for is now forever out of his reach because of fear-enmity-hate and—)
Erich breathes out. Reaches out. Takes Urahara’s hand in his own at the same time he reaches across the gap between their souls and—
Urahara twitches back, twitches away, then freezes like a terrified deer, minute shivers racking his body.
“Trust me,” Erich murmurs, brushing concern-patience-steadiness against Urahara’s senses and then waiting-waiting-waiting until the tremors ease, until Urahara’s body relaxes back against his own, until Urahara’s very soul stops curling away from his touch.
(It’s
 unnerving to realize exactly how lost-terrified-lonely Urahara truly is.)
(He’d suspected as much, but to feel-sense-know it is
 different.)
(Humbling.)
He doesn’t stretch far, doesn’t intrude the way he senses Urahara wants-fears-expects, just
 lets himself settle there, their souls barely brushing, together-but-separate just like their bodies; the difference is already noticeable, their connection cleaner-stronger-purer than before and their twined powers settling more comfortably. Even Benihime seems a bit less prickly against his senses, her presence smoothing out as Urahara begins to relax into this new closeness.
Carefully, cautiously, Erich draws Alexis in closer, acting as the bridge between their souls, hoping they can find some measure of ease the way he and Urahara have; any amount of familiarity will be a boon at this point, when they have to bring an enemy into the heart of their clan home without even a by-your-leave.
(The better they feel about Urahara, the more convincing they can be.)
(Oh, let this not be a mistake
)
He waits, keeping his breathing steady and his mental presence steadier, as Urahara and Alexis
 linger right on the edge of letting their souls brush.
(Urahara is trembling again, expecting-fearing-wanting again
)
(It makes him wonder what the man’s been through to expect them to just take without asking.)
(He
 probably doesn’t want to know.)
(For the sake of the vengeance he might otherwise demand, at the very least.)
Eventually they settle, separated by a hairs-breadth but so, so much closer than before, and Erich lets himself relax at last; Alexis doesn’t need to pretend the sort of closeness that Erich does, so the distance between them is fine. No one will question her about it, not really, not when she only just met the man and cannot even speak his language.
Erich hums quietly and turns part of his attention outward, carefully gathering threads of natural power and pulling them into himself, into his soul, filling up his reserves with the steady-even-ancient power all around them. At his side, Alexis reaches out, reaches beyond, into the deep darkness where glittering sparks of life-strength-power gather into strange shapes; she gathers the wild power radiating from those sparks and takes it into her soul, smoothing away the raw, jagged edges and making it hers the same way he makes the forest’s natural strength his own.
Urahara’s breath catches as he turns his entire focus on them, wondering-curious-fascinated by what they’re doing; he even tentatively reaches beyond himself and closer to Erich, trying to investigate without intruding.
“This is why I can support you tomorrow,” Erich murmurs as he carefully makes the absorbed power his and then feeds it to Urahara, paying close attention to how empty the man’s reserves are; he doesn’t want to stress Urahara by attempting to force too much power into him, but he also doesn’t want to leave the man weakened for the march tomorrow. It’s a careful balance, but one he’s had experience with over the years.
“Can all Quincy do this? I mean, you’re both pulling from different sources, aren’t you? Is that
 usual?” Urahara asks as he leans further into Erich’s back and turns his head slightly.
Erich shrugs a bit awkwardly and continues to pass Urahara power, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer. “Quincy
 rely on the world around us, not
 not inside us. Not really. We take your power and turn it against you.” The way Urahara stiffens at his words makes him scowl, and he reaches back to rest a hand on the man’s knee, pressing reassurance-apology-safety into their connection. “We don’t
 steal,” he tries to clarify, stumbling over his words as he scrambles for the right way to explain. “We
 take what is free? Loose. Available. Like what we’ve done tonight. Nothing
 nothing from inside you.”
Urahara slowly relaxes at his stumbling explanation, his wariness replaced with even more curiosity, and asks, “What were those
 things out there? I didn’t recognize them, but they were clearly empowered.”
Erich grimaces and lifts his hand from Urahara’s knee to scrub at the side of his nose, debating how best to answer that tangled mess; he doesn’t have even half the words he needs to explain the concept of legendary beings that no one has ever seen first hand, but that every Quincy knows are out there.
“Beloved?” Alexis asks softly, sensing his tangled emotions.
“He’s asking about them,” Erich answers with a wry smile. “He could apparently sense at least a bit of how we see the world, and he, ah
 noticed our little neighbors.”
“Sounds like a conversation not to have out here,” she replies dryly. “I’d rather not draw their attention in the middle of their lands.”
Urahara makes a confused noise and twists around a bit more. “What is
 I do not understand? You don’t
 speak of it?”
“Some things are best left unsaid,” Erich answers in Akitsugo, then shrugs awkwardly when Urahara presses disbelief-puzzlement-curiosity towards him. “We can speak more when we aren’t in their territory.”
“I
 see,” Urahara murmurs thoughtfully, then sighs and shakes his head, switching back to Akitsugo to say, “My reserves are mostly refilled now, you
 don’t need to continue.”
Erich carefully passes just a bit more to Urahara before pulling back and releasing the last of the power he’d gathered. “Will you let me do so tomorrow?”
Urahara hesitates, clearly turning the idea over in his mind before finally, finally, making a soft noise of agreement. “So long as it does not stress you, I
 I will accept. But if I sense you faltering
!”
“Trust me to know my limits,” Erich repeats firmly, then lifts Benihime from his lap and carefully rises to his feet to stretch. “We should go to sleep,” he says once he’s loosened his muscles a bit. “Morning will come early once more, and we need to keep the same pace as today.”
“Wonderful,” Alexis mutters as she, too, rises to her feet and starts to make her slow way through the dark to where they’d set their bedrolls out. “Just what I always wanted, to be part of an army.”
Erich chuckles softly and follows. “It’s only for a bit longer, love. Then
 I think all of us will welcome the chance to
 be something else.”
She hums, leaves rustling as she settles on a bedroll and her weight shifts the pile they’d made. “That’s understandable, love. Once the war is over
 well, I doubt anyone will complain if you retire.”
“They better not,” Erich grumbles as he pauses, then turns back towards where he can sense Urahara lingering awkwardly and says, “Come, we all need rest and the nights get cold without proper bedding.”
“But
 you, ah
 earlier
”
Erich grits his teeth and tugs lightly on Urahara’s power, silently urging the man closer. “Urahara Kisuke, a few nights sleeping next to you will not kill me. Come. To. Bed.”
His words startle a laugh from Urahara and, more importantly, ease some of the man’s uncertainty. “Maa, maa, so insistent,” he murmurs as he slips closer. “But if you’re certain
”
“I am,” Erich says, shoving aside the edge of nervousness that he can feel gnawing at his mind; he is
 reasonably certain that Urahara doesn’t mean him any harm at this point, not after everything that’s happened and everything he’s sensed from the man.
(Now if only he could convince his instincts of that
)
(Ugh.)
With a soft sigh that’s more exhausted that he’d like, he lowers himself to the makeshift bed, grimacing at the rustle of leaves and the feel of hard-unyielding-cold ground just below it; as much as he hates camp beds, even that would be better than sleeping on the ground in his opinion. Still, there’s no help for it, he just
 needs to make do.
(He can do that.)
(Just for a few more days.)
(Just a few
)
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destieltropecollection · 3 years ago
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Destiel Trope Collection 2022 | Day 14 | Enemies to Lovers
Novak Enterprises | @Pssy_wagn
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,914 Main Tags/Warnings: Top!Cas, Bottom!Dean Summary: Dean hates his boss Castiel but that doesn't stop him from fantasizing about the asshole. Dean finally confronts him one day but Castiel has another plan in mind.
what do i call you now | @kitmistry
Rating: Mature Word Count: 7,275 Main Tags/Warnings: Mafia AU, Soulmates AU, non-graphic violence Summary: It would have been easy, Castiel thinks later, head under the water, grip white-knuckled on the tub lip, lungs burning, withering, begging for a gasped breath of air. It would have been easy for Dean to shoot him and release them both of this unfortunate turn of events.
Dean Winchester and his Merry Band of Thieves | @rathskitten
Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 14,955 Main Tags/Warnings: AU, Angel wings, Robin Hood setting, hurt/comfort, witchcraft Summary: When Dean returned home from war, he found his parents dead and a new evil ruler terrorizing his people. So he had no choice but to hide out in the woods and steal from the rich to help the poor. The arrival of a member of the Angel Guard might be a chance to involve the King and get his land back. There’s just one catch: The Angel is here to arrest Dean.
Enemies At Sea | @rathskitten
Rating: Mature Word Count: 20,051 Main Tags/Warnings: AU: pirates, Pirate!Dean, Navy!Castiel, sea monsters, mermaids Summary: Castiel is a Naval Commander sent in undercover to infiltrate the notoriously uncatchable Dean Winchester‘s pirate ship. However, Castiel soon realizes that Dean isn‘t the ruthless plundering pirate he assumed but instead keeps the seas safe from monsters and ghost ships. Will his loyalties shift to help the handsome pirate or is he going to fulfill his mission?
Russian Twist (WIP) | @Briston4274
Rating: Mature Word Count: 23,617 Main Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings apply, Alternate Universe-Modern Setting, Retired Spies, Russian Castiel, Fake Marriage, Dadstiel, BAMF Dean, BAMF Castiel Summary: Former CIA agent Dean Winchester had earned a quiet retirement. Problem was, retirement was lonelier than he’d expected. Things take a turn when retired SVR agent Castiel Novak suddenly drops into his sedate life, letting him know that all may not be as it seems. Or The one where Dean finds out he’s got a guardian angel.
What The Water Gave Me (WIP) | UppercaseCharlie (AO3)
Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 35,797 Main Tags/Warnings: Pirate Cas, Prince Dean, Mermaid Charlie, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Summary: The last thing Prince Dean of Winchester had expected when he ran away from the castle was to meet infamous pirate Castiel and his crew...
Trust this love (Believe in me) | @MalicMalic
Rating: Mature Word Count: 92,987 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt, Angst, Enemies to Lovers Summary: Castiel is an introvert and a cautious person, but he does enjoy helping others. One day, a set of circumstances has him bringing home a homeless person and from that day on his life changes - for the worst. He gets hurt and reminds himself why he shouldn't trust people. Will Dean be able to persuade him he is sorry for what he has done? Will Castiel ever believe him when Dean tells him he is in love with him? Title derived from the song From the Heart by Another Level.
Breathing Into You | @casblackfeathers
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 110,300 Main Tags/Warnings: merpeople, mer!castiel, bottom Dean, top Castiel, slow burn, enemies to lovers, canon-typical violence, tattooed castiel, tattooed dean, slow burn, romantic dean, true mates, roommates, angst with a happy ending Summary: ‘Beware the deep sea, that’s where the monsters come from.’ Dean had heard these words since birth, his father’s warnings shaping him into the man he is today. That’s not the root of Dean’s hatred for merpeople, though. Twenty years after the day tragedy had touched the Winchesters’ lives forever as well as the end of the Great War between humans and mer, Dean is still haunted by that moment. But loving the sea is just as much a part of him as the dread for the merfolk, so when he isn’t working at the local bar, he is there, underwater, immersed in the vast blue his mother used to speak of in her bedtime stories. Dean knows, however, that the sea can be as ruthless as it is soothing. When he is caught in the middle of a storm and faces the anger of the waves, the mysterious appearance of a stranger with blue eyes as clear as the waters Dean loves losing himself in forces Dean to question the truth behind his father’s old mantra.
The Angel | @thisisapaige
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 155,684 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Temporary Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Blood and Violence, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Hurt/Comfort, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Summary: They called him the Angel. Castiel never wanted to be a hero. He never asked to be a legend. He never considered himself a saviour. However, in his efforts to make up for his past after leaving Heaven, he became all three. They called them heroes. Growing up in the idyllic village of Lawrence, Dean dreamed of becoming a knight. In his nineteenth year, Dean journeyed to the Capital to earn his fortune. Sam, with his prized book of herbal knowledge clutched against his chest, travelled alongside Dean to become a man of his own. The Winchesters' drive and ambition lead them to the castle and into history as prominent figures in the Long War. Reality proved to be far more difficult than dreams.
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booksforevermore13 · 3 years ago
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Perhaps, it's the colours that started the story
Summary: The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.
They were supposed to see the colours together. Instead, she was the one who saw first.
Read it on Fanfiction or AO3 if you prefer!
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The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.
His eyes are
 they're this colour. This colour she's only heard of from her mother. But she doesn't know what it is, but it isn't black, it isn't white. It isn't grey like the trees. Or perhaps, they are and she doesn't know, because it's the first time she's seeing them. The colours.
But it starts with him.
"Mum," she breathes out, and her eyes are burning, she can hear her heart beating painfully fast, and nothing else. She's trying awfully hard not to cry, but it seems so impossible at the moment.
The boy doesn't see her, but she knows it's him.
"Yes, Ginny dear," she hears her mother say, but she knows her mum's not really listening to her.
"I can see them, Mum. I can see the colours."
Ginny doesn't think her mother hears her, but like a firework in the sky, her world suddenly explodes. She blinks once, twice, and when she opens her eyes the third time, she gasps, for she can see them.
She can see the colours.
His name is Harry, like the Harry she's heard stories of, and she's looking at him, taking all of him in, for he's here. He's finally here.
He wants to know how to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
She can't bring herself to say.
Ginny doesn't know why she chose him, if it was his eyes, or because he was handsome - but because, for the first time in her life, Ginny finds herself silenced in his presence. The Ginny Weasley, the girl who had to be told to shut up a thousand times every day, had finally done so. And all because of him.
She wonders if he'd started seeing the colours too. Or maybe he just hadn't seen her yet.
She thinks it's a good time to step forward now. To make her seen.
"That red wall, dear? You need to walk right through it," her mother says. "Right in the middle."
"Um
 I'm sorry ma'am," he gulps. "R-red? What wall?"
Ginny's heart sinks at that, but she still keeps on repeating to herself.
He just hadn't seen her yet.
Her mum frowns, and then as if realising something crucial to the story, like she had, she smiles. "You can't see the colours as well, can you, dearie? Our Ginny here too` can't see them."
I can see them now, Mum. I can see the colours.
Her mother pulls her in front, and Harry looks at her, grins, but there's no spark. No glint, no surprise, like she thought she'd see. She'd hoped she'd see. He doesn't see them.
He doesn't see the colours.
"Hello," he says, but she can't bring herself to say it back. She's too busy holding back tears.
His eyes don't seem so magical at the moment.
Why couldn't he see the colours too?
What did she do wrong?
"Can't you," she whispers, "can't you see them?"
"See what?"
"The colours."
He smiles ruefully, shrugs, as if it didn't matter to him. Ginny wants to scream at him, tell him it mattered to her, tell him she was seeing them, for the first time in her life, why wasn't he?
"Maybe I'm not meant to."
Her heart sinks, and she struggles not to cry, slowly slinking behind her mother's back.
After they all go home, her mum and her dad, and only her, she lies on her bed, late at night, and cries her eyes out.


The colours were simply hues of grey to lift her from her monochrome existence. Each one was like a subtle sea over the other, noticeable, but submissive to the stone underneath. She'd shown just a glimpse, just a fraction of her inner spirit, and he'd flocked to her like a lost child.
Except he wasn't the one lost. She was. He'd used that. He'd used her.
Once, he'd told her she was stupid. Stupid to be running after someone she couldn't reach.
Ginny agreed with him. She thought he was right.
"When are you going to stop clawing for something that's never going to happen?"
At least Tom had been right about something.
If she thinks about it, he'd been right about everything.
"When are you going to accept that you were the only one meant to?"
Sometimes, she doesn't know if it's his voice in her head or hers. If it's him speaking or her. She'd lost that ability months ago when she'd let him speak for her. When she'd let him be her.
She was never going to let anyone do that to her. Ever again.
And if that meant she'd have to let Harry go, then so be it. If she had to believe that that day, she'd been the only one with colours, then that would have to do.
"Soulmates don't exist, you silly girl."
She'd been stupid to believe they did.


Ginny moves on.
It takes time, but it's not just overnight you wake up and finally feel like yourself.
But fifth year, when she makes the Quidditch team, she feels this might be it.
Ginny knows she should have made it her second year. Not three years later. But second year, when her days had gone by with her mostly avoiding the looks of disgust she got in the corridors and the pity she didn't ask for from her professors, her brothers constantly looking over her every second of every day, tryouts had been a mere lingering thought in her mind. And if that hadn't been enough, the team hadn't been holding any that year.
In a way, her second year had been far worse than her first. In a way, it hadn't.
Ginny moves on though.
She moves on.
She can still see the colours. They haven't left yet. She doesn't think they ever will. It's the same with Harry. He's there, but he isn't. Not in the way she'd like him to be, but she figures, maybe it's just her screwed over. Maybe while putting two people together, they did her up wrong. She doesn't mind. Or maybe, she does.
Right now, she feels, the right word is indifferent.
That's why, when she kisses Dean, she does so, because she wants to. They're not soulmates, they could never be, but in all true sense, he's a good kisser, and she likes him.
And in all true sense, when he tells her he loves her, she's guilty because she knows she'll never really say it back. Even though he deserves to hear it. But she won't. She can't.
"Hey." Ginny turns around, grinning at Harry while he jogs over to her. "Sickle for your thoughts?" he says as he comes to a stop, and she tosses him his gloves, while she slipped on hers. All his years playing Quidditch had done him good, clearly, and once when, she had been the one taller than him, had turned into him standing well over a foot above her.
"Oh, you're going to need much more than a sickle," she teases, walking beside him to the castle grounds. She's early for practice, she nearly always is, and she suspects it's partly because she knows he'll be early too.
"I'm sure."
Ginny glances at him through the corner of her eye, wondering if he could see the colours now. It's been years since she'd asked him. She didn't want to now. Now, she never did.
"Lucky for you, I'm in the mood for some chit-chat," she continues, and he shoots her a mirthful glance, and Ginny wiggles her eyebrows.
"Lucky for me."
"Oh, you bet it is." She shoves him, and he laughs, his voice deeper than what it was before. It's more attractive too, she can't help but notice.
"I've a date with Dean today," she announces, beckoning him to set into a run. She easily keeps pace as they jog around the field, her, slightly tense as to his reply.
But he's silent. Ginny frowns. Her dates are usually a good conversation-starter for her brother, and Harry isn't much different from him. She'd expected him to at least balk, like the numerous times Ron had done.
"That usually requires a reply, you know?"
"Do you want to go?" Harry asks, surprising her, and she looks at him, appearing to be amused when she really wasn't.
If she had been in the mood to be truthful, she'd have said no. Ginny didn't want to go. Not with Dean Thomas.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
They're silent then. They're silent after. Ginny can't help the tugging feeling in her gut, that's pushing her to ask that one question, that single piece of information that she's been dying to know since
 forever. But she won't, because it's been years since she'd chased something she couldn't reach and she wasn't going to do it again.
But in the end, she wins. Tom loses.
"Can you see them?" she asks finally. "The colours?"
It's like a flash, like a jolt. His expression changes, and he grins at her, his ridiculously handsome boyish grin, and she's almost dreading the answer because she knows what it's going to be. Because she knows this is where she finally learns she's not the one.
"I do," he says, and his grin widens. "I can see all of them."
She nods, smiling at him, when really, she feels crushed, defeated.
She chose him. Evidently, they didn't share the same equation.
"I do want to," she says finally, "go on that date with Dean."
Ginny turns away after, blinks back tears.
...
Ginny wasn't a Seeker.
She was a damn Chaser.
She didn't catch the Snitch.
She caught the Quaffle.
So, the fact that she currently had a bright, golden Quaffle, clasped in her fingers while she lay squat in the middle of the field was something that she should be positively yelling about.
And yet, she sits still, Snitch clasped in her fingers, for really, yelling is the last thing she wants to do now. All she can really do is look at it.
And all she can think is that if this was what it felt, catching the Snitch, holding it taught against her palm, its wings fluttering against her skin, then she finally understood why Harry did it. The thrill he felt. The thrill she feels now. She's felt it before when she beat out Cho for it, but this, this feels different. This feels more real somehow.
And then she hears yelling, and she's laughing, yelling along, as Peakes and Coote lifts her up in the air, as she raises her hand, showing her team the golden snitch.
This, this is where she belongs. Where she's meant to be.
Ginny jumps down, letting Peakes and Coote pull her into a hug, pulling Ron into one herself, and through all of it, every single smile, and every single laugh, part of her is just dying to see Harry. Part of her just wants to tell him that she caught the bloody Snitch.
So, when she sees him, at the bottom of the stairs of the boy's dormitory, she laughs, and sets into a run, and as she launches herself at him, he pulls her close by her waist, and kisses her. In front of fifty watching Gryffindors, he kisses her, his lips like a dream against hers, as she wraps her arms around him.
And after several long moments, when they do finally break apart, she's laughing, startled, of course, but she's laughing. She's happy.
Harry grins down at her, his green eyes like the tinted glass jars her mother kept at home (as if he was already part of her home), and gestures wordlessly at the door.
She's smiling, but when she nods, she allows him to guide her away.


"I see the colours," he tells her as the Common Room door closes behind them.
She smiles, walking along beside him, letting the walls guide them to the grounds.
"When did you see them?"
"I don't know. One day, I just did."
She smiles harder, not knowing if she could ever quite stop. Harry's looking at her, as if he's waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't. So he goes on.
"I think
 i-it was while I was at the Burrow," he says, "or, I don't know, but I saw you, and then I saw your eyes. I saw brown, this warm chocolate brown and then it sort of, just —"
" - exploded," she said for him.
"Yeah."
He asks her now, for it's his turn. "When did you see them?"
Ginny smiles ruefully, glancing away at that. She isn't so sure if she should reveal it, for revealing that would mean sharing something that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. It was the first time she had felt unwanted, like an extra piece in a puzzle.
For her, finding her soulmate had always meant that one thing in one's life that would make them feel as if they'd found their other someone. It was what her mother had told her when she was young, it was what her mum had felt when she'd met Dad.
But at that time, hers had been anything but.
"I
 uh, same," she stammers. "It happened out of nowhere."
"No, it didn't," Harry shoots her a mirthful glance. And then, like clockwork, his smile turns into a frown. "It
 wasn't at the train station that day, was it?" he asks. "The day we first met?"
Ginny offers him a weak smile, and she supposes it's answer enough, as he breathes in sharply, eyes holding horror, surprise, she couldn't say.
"All this time?"
She shrugs, looking away. "It wasn't up to me," she says, her eyes prickling with tears. "I saw you," she laughs it off, for it's what she's always done, "and then my whole world turned upside down."
"You never said anything."
"How could I? I saw the colours, but you never did."
Harry stops her, grabs hold of her hand, and holds it tight, his hand warm against her cold ones, and she laughs, because kissing him might have felt like a dream, but being with him, here, with her hand locked in his, was hers.
"I'd have tried," he says, "I'd have done anything," and his eyes hold fire she's rarely seen, but that fire, it doesn't burn. It never has.
"We were eleven, Harry," she smiles, slipping her fingers through his. "I didn't even know what love was when I met you. I still don't."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"I still am."
Ginny laughs, and she bends forward, kissing him like he'd kissed her before, and it's a kiss where she feels stirring in her chest, warm and curious, like she had felt back in the common room. It's a kiss that makes her want another.
"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he whispers against her lips, and she smiles, before he kisses her again.


A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, it's among dust and grey. It's among pain and anguish. It's when they're trying hard not to cry, it's when they're trying their best to stay together.
"Are you hurt?" he says urgently, between kisses. "Gin, are you hurt?"
"No, Harry, it's okay, I'm fine."
He breathes out in relief, his lips getting tenser as they stay against hers, until Ginny has to pull away, make him look into her eyes.
"It's over, okay?" she says, holding his face gently, her thumb running over the bruises along his jaw. "It's over."
He looks at her then, and his face crumbles, and Ginny has to breathe in, in sharp gasps as his tears break loose, but hers don't. They slide down against the broken remnants of a wall, and she's hiding her face in his shoulder, as he cries into her lap.
"I'm sorry," he says, over and over again, and Ginny feels her heart breaking, everytime he says so. "This isn't what I wanted," he sobs, "I never wanted them to die."
"This isn't your fault," she whispers, but at this point, she can barely say anything without her voice breaking.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, and Ginny wipes away her tears furiously against his shirt, pulling him up by her hands.
"Hey," she says, "hey, hey." Ginny lifts his face, wiping away his tears as hers break loose. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me, Harry? This is not your fault."
Her voice cracks, and his face falls, and this time, it's him that pulls her in for a hug, as she rests her face against his chest, lets his shirt soak in her tears, while she feels his own against her head.
A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, among the dust and the grey, she knows it just might be for forever.
...
The life she has, it's the life she chose.
The boy she singled out in the crowd, just eleven years old - she picked him out, not because he was famous, but because he had, in the short span of an infinitely long ten seconds, taught her the art of shutting up. That he had, in the course of her life, made her feel like fireworks and danger.
Ginny marries him, builds a family with him, even though she knows it's a risk, but Harry's well worth the risk.
So, one night, a couple of years later, as Harry sits beside her on the couch, her head resting against her shoulder, while he half-pretends to read something about work, when really, he's doing that weird thing and looking at her, Ginny looks up at him and can't help but ask: why did you suddenly fall in love with me?
And it is a moment of quiet, a moment where really his answer is all she's waiting for, among the crackling fire in front of them, the sweet smell of bacon lingering in their kitchen, the steady beat of his heart against his chest, and them, as Harry drops a kiss into her hair.
"It's because when I saw you, I saw the colours. I saw all of them."
...
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seijorhi · 4 years ago
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Hi, found your work. You do great writing the characters so well. If I may request an Aizawa story. He's had his kidnapped darling for a while and she's been "good",but he has doubts so he starts to "test" her to see if she would run; like leaving a window or door unlocked and he watches her to see if she really stays or takes the chance to leave him. Meanwhile, darling does notice all this but she's not sure what to do. Sorry if this is long, but I think it could be interesting.
Of course, bby!
TW Stockholm syndrome, implied non-con, captive reader
Shouta Aizawa x female reader
Little Bird
It shouldn’t bother you as much as it does.
There’s no reason that the sight of an open window should make you feel anything, much less the quiet unease that’s been slowly gnawing at you since morning.
It’s a warm day, the lingering summer heat more oppressive than usual, yet instead of turning on the AC as he usually does, Shouta chose instead to crack the window. A small, thoughtless gesture. You hadn’t even noticed until halfway through the late breakfast he’d painstakingly prepared for you, you’d felt the cool breeze tickle your skin, gently ruffling your feathered wings.
It was nice. A soothing balm against the building heat of the day. Your eyes had fallen shut, a soft, sleepy smile crossing your face, and for one perfect moment, you’d let yourself enjoy it.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt it, the breath of fresh air kissing at your feathers.
Because you didn’t fly anymore.
He didn’t want you needlessly risking yourself like that.
Because the windows were always shut.
Locked.
Because it was safer that way. Just like the padlocked front door with all of its chains - all the extra precautions were solely for the sake of your protection.
You knew this. You understood it.
So why did the sight of an open window make your heart seize, your breath stutter?
You hadn’t even heard him come up behind you, so caught up in the rush of
 what exactly? Emotions? Your thoughts? The slow unease creeping up your spine?
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” he’s asked, jerking you bodily back to the present.
Swallowing harshly, you’d forced a smile onto your lips, shaking your head as you tried to remember how to speak. “I-it’s just hot,” you’d managed to stutter.
He’d hummed in quiet agreement, draping his arms over your shoulders to press an indulgent kiss to the crown of your head.
You’d relaxed into the comfort of his embrace, and that should have been the end of it - but it wasn’t.
Being one of his rare days completely off, Shouta’s determined to do as little as possible, which usually means spending the day curled up on the couch together - Shou reading, fingers gliding absentmindedly through the downy soft feathers of your wings. You’d come to love days like that, when he didn’t have to leave. He’d always make you feel so safe, so adored in his arms. Even the lazy kisses that almost always led to lazy lovemaking - the two of you entwined on the cushions, his hips leisurely grinding into yours as he peppers your skin with ardent affection - they’re something you’ve learned to crave.
Nobody else can treat you as well as he can. Nobody else can love you like he does, and he loves you so much.
You’re his angel, his treasure, his soulmate - the one thing on this earth that he can’t live without.
He adores you, takes care of you
 letting him hold you close and shower you in that devotion should have been as easy as breathing.
Except today, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t settle. You tell him it’s the heat that’s making you restless, and it’s technically not a lie, but it’s far from the whole truth.
You can’t stop looking at the open window. It’s only cracked an inch or so, but that doesn’t really make much of a difference when it shouldn’t be open at all.
It’s locked for your safety, he’s told you a thousand times. The city below is teeming with a seedy underbelly of violence and corruption, and being the wife of a Pro Hero paints a lovely target on your back.
“Do you know how many of them would jump at the chance to take you from me? To hurt you as a means to get to me? Do you have any idea the awful kinds of things they would do to something so pure
 so defenceless
”
You understand that, you know why you can’t leave the apartment - why the windows are locked and the front door’s always chained, even when Shouta’s home with you. He’s doing it out of love - to protect you.
But if that’s the case, then why is the window open now?
There’s a niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach that you just can’t ignore. It’s making it difficult to focus, to settle down and lose yourself in the books he’s brought you, or the TV that’s playing quietly in the background - some TV sitcom from the 90’s.
(Your wings ruffle and twitch restlessly, flaring with every gust of wind that breezes through that torturously tiny gap, and in amongst the discomfort, you feel an ache long since buried kindle.)
You could just ask him - surely there has to be a reason he’s chosen the window over the air conditioning to abate the summer heat, but every time you open your mouth, the words get stuck in your throat.
You don’t know why it’s bothering you so much. Shouta wouldn’t deliberately put you at risk, so him opening the window (the one that’s always shut, always locked) shouldn’t raise any red flags. It shouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable. It shouldn’t even register as an issue!
But the unease in your gut won’t let up. You can’t stop your eyes from darting across the room to stare, like you’re frightened that if he catches you looking, he’ll get mad, or he’ll close the window and that lovely, fresh breeze that feels so nice tickling at your wings will be gone, and you won’t get it back.
Which doesn’t make sense, because it’s just a stupid window!
I-it’s just an open window.
Except you know that it’s not, and the revelation tears at every inch of your sanity.
He calls you his angel, a nod, you suspect, to your pretty white wings, but you’re nothing more than a caged little bird, trapped and locked away for his enjoyment.
It doesn’t bother you that the window is open because it’s not safe, it bothers you because after however many months stuck as his beloved little captive - you’ve managed to rationalise everything. To accept it.
You tricked yourself into believing that you loved him back.
And the open window shatters that fragile illusion, because if you really loved him, if you really, truly wanted to be here with Shouta, an open window on a hot summer's day would be little more than an afterthought, not a bitter reminder of all that’s been taken from you.
The vitriolic disgust and shame that floods your veins threatens to overwhelm you entirely, send you crashing to your knees as a sob tears through your throat.
You let this happen. You let him twist and mold you into his perfect angel, his adoring wife.
He stole you, drugged you, tied you to his bed and raped you, and managed to convince you that that was love
 and you let him.
But you can’t buckle. You can’t afford to make a single sound, because just across the room, your captor is curled up on the love seat, napping in the afternoon warmth and you might not get another chance like this one.
Your eyes dart to the window once more, and you swallow down the lump in your throat.
There’ll be plenty of time to wallow in self pity and loathing later.
It’s only opened a few inches, but you know that it slides all the way across. You know because you tried to escape that way once before, in the first few days of your captivity.
There’s a reason all the windows in the apartment are locked, and it’s not to keep the Villains out.
This time you’re silent as you pad barefoot across the floor.
Your wings spring open, stretching wide and ruffling in preparation as your eyes flicker back over to Shouta.
Still fast asleep.
A tiny breath of relief leaves your lips. As quietly as you can manage your fingers find the edge of the window pane and slowly, you ease it further open - far enough that you can clamber up onto the thin wooden sill.
Perched on the balls of your feet, braced against either side of the window pane, your wings tucked tight against your body to fit through the narrow gap, your heart stutters in your chest.
And maybe it’s a testament to how broken you really are, because as you take a deep steadying breath, closing your eyes to prepare for the leap - you feel it - an insistent little tug in your gut, a flicker of guilt that trickles down your spine.
You hesitate, just for a fraction of a second.
But it’s enough.
A pair of iron arms encircle your waist as you're yanked back, kicking and screaming through the window and into a hard chest.
“Going somewhere, angel?”
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2-cute-4-school · 5 years ago
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Hiraeth
Group : NCT
Pairing : Lee Donghyuck/Haechan x f!Reader
Genre : fluff, angst
Word count : 4K words - Part 1
Mafia AU   |   M.list
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Final 
Chapter summary :  “Y/N please tell me you’ll always love me.” |  “You know I do. I love you and I’ll keep loving you no matter what.”
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“Hiraeth - (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.”
Haechan was always by her side, her guardian angel and her partner in crime at the same time. Sure, he wasn’t ecstatic about having a little girl around them at all times in the beginning, but Taeyong was their leader and what he said had to be done. He remembered the day he met her so clearly, a lasting impression on him.
Taeyong had told them beforehand that a new member was going to arrive, but none of them ever expected her. Their squad was made up of only boys so seeing a frail girl trailing behind their leader left them shocked and frozen in their spots. Her eyes were wide, scanning her new surroundings and future teammates while tightly griping Taeyong’s shirt until her knuckles turned white. She tried to put on a brave face, but anyone with a decent sight could see that she was trembling like a leaf.
He later learned her name, Y/N and that she was training for the spy position. Same as Haechan. They seemed to be around the same age but he still felt a strong need to protect her, shield her from any harm. She looked so small that day, meeting the other members who swarmed her as soon as she peeked out from behind their leader. The way her face broke into a grin as she found out she would be training alongside Haechan as spies broke his hard exterior and made him decide he would take her under his wing.
And now, years later, Y/N became the light in the endless night, a breath of fresh air after drowning in the fast waters of a rushing river, although neither Haechan nor the rest of the boys would ever tell her that. But it could be seen in the way they looked at her, drops of honey and stardust swimming in their eyes whenever they caught sight of her or in the relieved exhale of air whenever she hugged them, her warmth enveloping them like a comfort blanket. It was the subtle hints that showed their love for her and the other way around.
“Y/N, I’m going to murder you!”
“Taeyong told me to wake you up, why are you such a bitter bitch?”
“I’m not the bitch here, dear”
“Is it because of old age, Doyoung? I know old people can get easily irritated, but damn gurl, you’re on another level”
A vein popped at Doyoung’s temple and he deeply breathed in, trying to keep his composure before he went nuts and burned down the entire household.
“Y/N, I’ll give you three seconds to vanish from before my eyes”
And she didn’t need more as she zoomed past the rest of them, her giggles echoing around the hallways.
“This is what I get out of raising children” Doyoung sighed before plopping down on the couch beside the younger ones.
To be honest, Haechan wanted to murder both of them. As much as he liked making fun of his members, being dragged out of his room for an unknown reason wasn’t on his to-do list today. He simply wanted to play some video games with his roommate Johnny and Y/N, maybe eradicate their self-confidence when it came to survival games with his unmatched skills. What he didn’t want right now was petty bickering, even though it’s usually his forte.
His train of thoughts was interrupted by the slam of the front door. Taeyong stormed inside, draping his coat and leaving his shoes by the door. His hair seemed messy and his movements were quite tense, very unlike for him.
“Are all of you here?”
No greetings, no smile. Something was going on.
Y/N trudged back in the living room with Yuta in tow, hearing the ruckus created by Taeyong’s hurried entrance. She sat down on the arm of the couch, beside Mark. Haechan took a moment to look at her. Her eyes turned serious, no glint of mischief in them anymore, her lips set in a straight line. Haechan gulped before turning his eyes back to their leader.
“Yes, what’s going on, Taeyong?” Taeil voiced out all of their thoughts. He also seemed tense, it was very weird that Taeyong hadn’t told him anything beforehand.
“I know none of you will like this, but we have a new mission” 
Everyone looked at each other. Missions weren’t anything new and it’s been quite some time since the last time they all went on one so they didn’t understand Taeyong’s worry.
“Alright, so? Things were starting to get boring anyway, so I don’t think anyone minds. What’s the job?” Johnny seemed even more content than the others at the mention of a mission
“Park Ji-won and his goons are having a party. All rich and influential people are invited. They’re probably trying to make connections with powerful people, maybe get them involved in their business. Wendy said he’ll have a USB flash drive with him. It contains future plans and reports of his actions if we get our hands on that he’s done for. Unfortunately, we’re not sure where it will be exactly. He probably won’t have it on him, it would be too risky, but other than that it could be anywhere in the house although his office seems most likely.”
Park Ji-won, the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the country, a master of assassinations and other dirty deals and NCT’s biggest threat. He hunted them down with every chance he got and killed any allies of Taeyong’s he could. Everyone knew it would be a hard mission. 
Johnny was the first one to break the silence.
“We can handle this, we’ve handled worse”
Taeyong bit his lip, anxiety showing on his face.
“The mission is tomorrow evening”
Silence. And then chaos. Questions and remarks were flying everywhere, most members in shock before Taeil shushed everyone. He looked Taeyong in the eyes, his glare ice cold.
“Do we have a plan already?”
Taeyong sighed before answering.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Y/N and Haechan will go in dressed up, blend in with the crowd. The hackers will stay here and monitor everything with some of us. The rest will wait in cars scattered near the party. I’ll fill in our spies with some info about the people there and come up with an inside plan, but that’s all”
Haechan’s hands started to sweat and his breathing became irregular. His mind was running wild and he seemed restless. His heart seemed to climb up his throat and jump out any minute. Haechan knew what this meant.
“Taeyong, this is too rushed and you know Ji-won isn’t a man to mess with” Taeil tried reasoning calmly.
“We’ll have to, this is a one time chance”
“BULLSHIT!” Johnny exploded. His excitement from earlier seemed to turn into anger at the announcement of the time of their mission “This is bullshit and you know it, Taeyong! What you’re doing is sending us, sending them” he gestured wildly to the couch where Y/N and Haechan were seated with wide eyes “on a suicide mission.”
“No, I’m not. We have a plan, as long as we don’t stray from it we’ll be fine”
Johnny was seething. He gritted his teeth, barely containing himself from exploding. Anyone could see his clenched fists by his side.
“I’ll shove this poor excuse of a plan so far up your ass it will reach your brain and unclog this shitty mindset of yours, I swear to God-”
“Let’s stop this, please” Y/N voice was weak, any smaller and no one would have heard her. She was looking at her elders fighting with a sore expression on her face “If we have to do this, let’s at least try to come up with something better, this is no usual mission.”
Taeil sighed as he gently pushed Johnny back.
“She’s right, you’re acting like clowns, did the hair dye fry through your scalp and to you neurons?’”
His words seemed to cool down the room, but burn Haechan’s heart. 
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It was in the early hours of the morning when they finally settled. Although their plan didn’t stray too much from the original one, details were added and the spies knew perfectly what they had to do. Things were still riskier than ever and tension was high in the air of the dorm.
Y/N stayed close to Haechan the entire time, his presence calming her down. As long as he was there beside her, she felt as if nothing could touch them, neither one would allow it. Over the years, their bond that first started as a simple partnership soon developed into what they liked to call a soulmate bond. They could understand each other without words and trust tied them together tighter than anything else.
“You should head to bed, bub. You need all the rest you can get.” A warm hand petted her hair, as she lifted her head to meet Johnny’s eyes. He could see the unspoken anxiety behind her fatigued orbs and he wanted nothing more but to wrap her in a fluffy blanket and protect her forever. But everyone knew it would never be possible.
Y/N tried to offer a smile, but it was weak and it didn’t meet her eyes. She was clearly feeling oddly off about their mission too.
“Right, goodnight then.” She lifted herself off from the armrest of the couch and began trudging back into her room, which she shared with Haechan. Said boy didn’t waste another second before following her.
“And kids?” Johnny waited a second until they both turned their heads towards him “Don’t worry too much, we won’t let anything happen to you.”
He smiled kindly, showing his fatherly side which surfaced only around them and it was enough to get Y/N to smile, even in the slightest while muttering a broken ‘thank you’ before continuing her short walk to the bedroom.
Haechan instead lingered a few more moments, eyes shining as he stared at Johnny’s retreating back. He shook his head as if snapping himself out of a trance and rushed to catch up to Y/N, who was already fluffing up her pillows to settle down.
As she finally stretched herself out on her mattress, Haechan hesitated nervously near her. His bed looked cold and lonely and right then, his mind wouldn’t have been able to achieve peace without the help of his lifeline. His soul was too agitated and his heart was beating erratically, almost shattering his rib cage to escape its dark prison and find itself into the warm hands of their real owner, the girl whose eyes would disgrace all the stars in the sky.
“Are you going to fall asleep while standing or do you plan on joining me?”
She could read him like an open book. Through just a few words, Y/N could rip his thoughts out of his fuzzy mind and present them on his sleeve.
Haechan said nothing as he dragged his feet over to her bed and plopped down beside her. Without a second thought, he wrapped her in a protective cocoon of his arms, trapping her against his chest. He worried for a second. What if she could hear his heart? What explanation would he have for the way it betrayed him and threatened to simply jump out at her mere presence? That he was more afraid of losing her than losing anything else in the world? That he wanted to end his own pathetic self at the thought of the next day? That losing her meant his end, the edge of his sanity that he would throw out the window?
“I’m scared.”
It was only the second time he ever heard these words coming out of her mouth. The first time was on her first mission when he had to hold her hand all the way to the house they had to infiltrate in, just to keep her grounded. But that was such a long time ago when she had no experience in the field and her innocence was still intact. So hearing her say these words now unsettled him greatly.
“Why?”
“Is that even a question?”
“We’ve been on countless missions before, we’ll be fine.”
“No, no we haven’t. Not on one like this.”
“Y/N, as long as we stick to the plan, nothing will be different.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Neither did we before any of the past missions.”
She went silent. Y/N knew he was right, but she could only admire curiously the firmness in his voice. Was he really this fearless or did he only keep up this facade to lessen her worry?
“Maybe you’re right.”
“You know I am.”
“Shut up, Hyuck”
He softly laughed at her tone as he let his fingers run through strands of her hair as if mesmerized by the way she was really there, tucked in his side as her index finger traced patterns mindlessly onto his chest. And he was scared too. 
He was scared that the patters would slip through his skin and burn his hurting heart. Scared that tomorrow could bring an end to him, to them. Scared that he would knowingly let his lifeline vanish before his eyes, taking with her his whole being. He wasn’t scared for himself, no. He was scared for her and only her.
“Y/N please tell me you’ll always love me.”
“Ew Hyuck, what the heck are you talking about?”
“Y/N please”
His voice trembled then and broke at the end of the sentence. Y/N craned her neck in order to lift her gaze to his face. She found his eyes already trained on her, staring through her soul with an indecipherable look. That seemed to wake her up a little.
“What is this all about? You said nothing will be different. Why should we- “
He seemed to realize his mistake as he softly shushed her, cradling her back in his comforting embrace.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, I just want to hear it from you”
It was silent for a few moments and his caresses seemed to slowly lull her to sleep, hopefully, a soothing one.
“You know I do. I love you and I’ll keep loving you no matter what.”
Her words were muffled, barely audible, but they resonated through Haechan’s entire body. It was a matter of minutes before Y/N was off to Dreamland while Haechan came undone in the darkness of their shared room. Hot tears rimmed his eyes before slipping down his cheeks, leaving trails of ashes from fallen stars. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the utter dread rip apart his body, burn every piece of him down to nothing as the only witness to him falling apart was the moon which seemed to shine shallowly through the lids. He lifted a hand to cover his mouth, to keep the devastation inside himself, to let it eat him inside out.
That’s how he finally fell asleep, heart in his throat, weakly yelling at him to give up, to allow her full control and his mind, fighting against it, destroying him from both ends.
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Y/N’s hands were sweating as Mark went over the plan for the millionth time, talking endlessly from the passenger seat. Johnny was sat behind the wheel, gripping it so tightly, Y/N was afraid it would bend and break anytime. She did her best trying to shut down her emotions ever since she woke up that morning, falling into her way to cope with unwanted uneasiness that came every time she had to go on a mission.
“Are you sure you’re feeling well, Y/N?” Mark’s voice snapped her out of her state.
“Huh?”
“You seem a bit out of it”
“I’m alright, don’t worry,” Mark still seemed reluctant and she could feel Johnny’s gaze through the mirror in front of him “really, I promise.”
Mark sighed as he turned back around, settling down in his seat as silence enveloped the car. Suddenly, fingers slipped through hers, intertwining their hands with a strong grip. Y/N’s head snapped towards Haechan who watched carefully with worried, but soft eyes. She could tell he was nervous too, but he tried to push that aside just to make sure she was fine. In return, she squeezed his hand back fiercely, trying to show him he could also lean on her, that there was nothing to be afraid as long as they stayed together.
As they neared their destination, the tension in the car intensified, almost suffocating Y/N as she struggled to keep her mind clear and not let her evident fear unleash and swallow up her sanity. The car stopped just short of the entrance gate as they unbuckled their seat belts. Y/N watched as Mark checked Haechan’s in-ear one last time before leaning forward herself. Mark did his job, but before she could bid goodbye and exit the car, Mark’s warm hand cupped her cheek affectionately, instantly grounding her with his reassuring touch.
“Come back safely, okay?”
“You know I will, we always do.” Y/N tried to bluff her bravery in a poor attempt to convince everyone, including herself, that she didn’t doubt herself. But Mark didn’t fall for it, and she knew none of the others did either. His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching her orbs desperately.
“Y/N.”
“I will, Mark. I really will.”
Johnny patted her head as Mark let his hand fall back in his lap.
“You too, devil child.” Haechan’s head snapped up and he had to force the smile on his face to seem genuine.
“Wow, I can really feel the love here, we’ll be fine.”
With that, the two youngest exited the vehicle, letting the light breeze brush away their nerves and bring them their usual mindset. Quick, quiet and clean. That’s how their jobs went every time. This had no reason to be different. They easily passed by the guards with the fake invitations Wendy provided them with and they stepped inside.
The first thing you could feel once you entered the party hall was definitely the stuck up atmosphere, which wasn’t shocking considering the people present there. The lights were dim and conversations were kept hushed. The tables on the sides of the room were filled with glasses of probably expensive champagne with fancy names and the occasional plates with small sweets. Y/N and Haechan spent the next 15 minutes checking their surroundings, blending in with the ever-growing crowd. They did catch a few glimpses of Park Ji-won caught up in conversations and Y/N could feel her blood start to boil at the sight of him. But she knew they weren’t there to kill him, so she kept a safe distance, far enough to keep out of his sight but close enough not to lose him in the crowd.
“I think we should get this going,” Haechan whispered subtly in her ear. She eyed the stairs she had to climb to the floor where the offices and a few other rooms were located, their best bet at finding the USB. Haechan was supposed to remain downstairs, monitor any weird actions and watch her back. Y/N nodded and immediately disappeared into the crowd, missing the indecipherable look he threw her.
Nearing the stairs, she quickly slipped upstairs, tapping her in-ear once, sending the boys outside and back at the dorm the signal that the plan was put in action.
“Alright, be careful” Taeyong murmured.
She checked the first few rooms nearest, so quietly you could hear a fly buzz around. Every room was empty, both of any people and the USB. Ji-won’s office was still yet to be found, but Y/N’s chest was uncharacteristically beating uncontrollably. Everything was so silent, only the ruckus from downstairs could be heard faintly. Haechan had been silent the entire time and Y/N clung onto her hope things were going well since he hadn’t said a word since she left.
The blood was rushing through her veins, adrenaline high and keeping her going as she neared the next door. Her eyes were focused and it seemed as if no emotion was displayed, her face muscles completely lax. Her footsteps were light, making no sound against the carpet beneath and adding to the eerie silence that threatened to cloud up her throat and spillover.
A loud bang resonated in her ear and she was instantly snapped out of her trance. She barely contained herself from lifting her hand up to touch the device settled inside her ear, but it was enough to make her freeze in her spot, waiting for something, anything, for someone to guide her, to calm her and keep her steady on her feet just for long enough to finish her task. But her guide never came, at least not in the form she hoped for.
“Y/N! Haechan! Get out of there! NOW!” Taeyong sounded more frantic than ever. Never had Y/N heard their reliable leader scream that way, not with such raw desperation and never to abandon their mission, never. Several gunshots now echoed in the background and her teammates’ yells could be barely heard over the ruckus created. “We’re getting attacked! Get out-” Another gunshot, incredibly loud and it was enough to cut off the connection, their only link to the outside.
Y/N felt herself getting dizzy. She was trapped, with no help, her brothers were in danger back home and she could do nothing besides muttering a broken ‘no’ and turning around harshly, not wasting a second to get out of here and back home. Her feet carried her thoughtlessly, to hell with the stupid USB and the cursed Park Ji-won, nothing mattered more than her family who needed her help now more than ever, and she would be damned if she doesn’t get there fast enough to fight alongside them. 
Her entire world was shattering and she was hopelessly and blindly running back to gather the shards.
A hand reached out, grasping her arm and turning her so her back was pressed tightly to a chest as a hand came around her to embrace her tightly around the shoulders. Y/N reached out immediately, ready to fight back but settled for a few moments one sensing the familiar scent of Haechan.
Right, Haechan was still there, still with her. Her lifeline was still there, keeping her alive, clinging to her sanity. Her soulmate was there and anything would be alright as long as their fates stayed intertwined, she would fight until her last breath with him by her side. 
“Thank God you’re here, we have to go, come on, the rest are in trouble.” 
Y/N urged him to get moving, tugging on the arm wrapped around her and trying to step forward. But the boy behind her didn’t seem to budge, frozen in his spot like a cold statue, roots keeping him planted into the ground. She felt him let out a shaky breath, the warm air blowing a few strands of her hair as she struggled to snap him out of his daze and run back to her family, their family.
“Haechan come on-” 
But her words were cut, just like Taeyong’s as the same arm that hugged her protectively in her safe heaven the night before, slipped up and tightened around her neck, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes widened, trying to comprehend what was happening right under her fingertips, the way the pieces of her world were falling apart, becoming dust in the wind with every second that passed. She struggled both physically and mentally. She tried to wrap her mind around the situation at hand, the way her vision was turning black and her will to keep going faded with it, the cruel way everything was ripped away from her in a mere second, the simple way her small world she worked so hard to gain along the years was vanishing into an endless abyss filled with bitter reminiscences.
Y/N struggled to grasp her Haechan’s sick betrayal.
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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago
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My love, my life, my whole heart // Marie x Joker đŸ„°đŸ˜­đŸ„ș
@arthurjokersgirl​ : You can hardly dare to believe that you actually... married Joker almost two weeks ago and he’s in much a similar state. As Joker goes to leave upon his business, which he never discloses to you, you call him “my husband” for the first time since that day and his reaction was everything you could ever have wanted and more from the man who so commanded your heart just as you did his. 
Happy 26th birthday, darling!!!! I love you so so much and I’m so so proud of you!!! I know that Joker loves you and that he’s proud of you as well. I hope that you have a wonderful day with your husband and that you’re spoiled and treated like the Queen you are today!👑đŸŒčđŸŒ·đŸ’–
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Your wedding ceremony, that long since awaited day, had been, in a word... beautiful.
It had been everything that you had wanted and more. You in your wedding dress and Joker in his usual suit (for no other way did you want him), as you stood in a field of flowers. It had made you feel like the union between the two of you was just like the setting you had picked; natural. The sun had been up in the sky, looking down over the two of you; its golden rays like halos in your hair and in Joker’s. Angels were the both of you. Joker used to be a fallen angel but with you were his wings slowly growing back in again, tatty and ripped were they at the edges but whole all the same. 
You had given Joker hope and a new lease of life, and Joker had given you self-acceptance and a reason to try. You were meant to be, no matter how you looked at the situation, and the exchanging of your vows had made the both of you cry. Those dark blue triangles which so perfectly framed and accentuated his sea green eyes had run into the white greasepaint, and you had wiped his tears away with shaky fingers. With one hand had you gone to wipe your own tears away but Joker had beaten you to it with a soft smile, his fingers trembling against your skin. 
That day had been just under two weeks ago and still were you unable to process that day. It had been everything you ever could have asked for and more. Joker himself struggled to deal with the fact that the now familiar weight of his wedding ring upon his finger was real and not something which he had daydreamed about so frequently that it had manifested itself into his reality. Joker was still Gotham’s Clown Prince of Crime, but now he had you, his beautiful wife, to come home to every single day, and you gave him a reason to look out for himself and to make sure that he got back to you unharmed.
Joker coming back was okay.
But Joker leaving?
Not without a billion kisses bestowed by you upon his painted visage.
The two of you were stood by the front door. There was a lump in your throat and an ache in your chest. You didn’t want Joker to leave you. Not today. You were feeling emotional as you reminisced upon your glorious wedding day, and Joker could read everything and more in your hazel eyes. Your eyes always captivated him, so stunning were you, but your mind was what Joker so adored about you. You were so full of wisdom, so full of life, and you had true passion within you. Your soul was rich in its love and alive with the same, and you were truly living. You inspired Joker every day to feel and to be and you kept him on this side of the line just by being your own wonderful and lovely self.
You wrapped your arms around Joker’s neck and pulled yourself tight into his body as you nuzzled your face into the warm crook of his neck. “I will always love you, Arthur. No matter what you do or where you go, I will always love you.” Your hands came up to cup Joker’s face and he laughed, the sound high pitched and punctuated with the cutest giggles you had ever heard in your life. 
“D-Don’t talk to me too much, Marie, or I can’t leave.” Joker’s words were supposed to be firm but he was smiling too widely to be able to put any bite into his words. He was really smiling and for once was his crimson red painted smile not wide enough for the upward stretching of his thin, real lips, such was the effect you had on your tried and tired clown. 
“You make it sound like that’s not my plan,” Your confident smile, for you knew what you did to him, made Joker giggle all over again and he obediently angled his head down further so that you could lavish him in kisses. Not a single inch of his face was left unkissed by you and soon was Joker being smothered with all of the love which you held for him in your heart; large yet unquantifiable was it. Your kisses, at first aggressive with how fiercely you loved him, slowed down within moments and became reverent instead, so deeply did you love your clown, and Joker began to make soft noises of contentment whenever your lips feathered over his painted face. Some of his greasepaint had smeared onto your face now and it looked, at least to Joker, like you were wearing your love for him on your face. So outward were you with your emotions, so empathetic and so sensitive to others’ feelings were you. 
“Marie ~ “ Joker almost whined out your name, so hesitant was he now to leave. But you had not only given him an incentive to stay safe, but also a reminder as to what he would be coming home to. You. His one and only person who understood him. Someone who had a deep love and passion for horses, for dogs, for writing and for their job. Someone who devoted themselves and their life to helping others, to loving others, someone who didn’t receive what they gave out to the world. Joker admired you so deeply for how generous, loving and giving you were, but he got angry when people didn’t treat you as you deserved to be, when people cancelled plans or didn’t talk to you the way you spoke to them, and he ached to protect you, to love you and to keep you safe just as you did for him. It was what you deserved but Joker couldn’t have known that he gave you those things just by being himself, just as you did for him by being yourself.
You and Joker were truly soulmates; written were you in the stars, and as your lips met Joker’s, as you curled your body around his in a sensual embrace which only made Joker that much less willing to go about his business, you whispered, “I love you, my Arthur, my friend, my husband.” The poor man choked and he ripped his face away from yours so that he could laugh, the sound tinged with a mad disbelief. He knew that you were real, he knew that what you shared was real and he definitely knew that you were married, but this was the first time that you had called him your husband, and the poor thing didn’t quite know what to do with himself. 
“Say - say it again, Marie. Please, I - say it again?” Joker clutched at you like you were his last lungful of oxygen as did he sink beneath the murky waters of his psyche. Your hands tightened upon his face, now smeared and looking slightly faded on his face, and your own face was sticky with his paint; you shared everything together. “You’re my husband, my Arthur, and I love you.” Words ran dry at that point as did Joker tear up and begin to cry, so outward with his emotions was he now that he had succumbed to all that was making him numb, and you could only kiss his tears away, hold him close, and whisper your eternal love for him into his ear. The more you said it, the more Joker cry, the more you comforted him... and at one point did it become a point of mutual comfort, so happy and so in love were you with Joker that you were brought to the point of tears, too.
For so long had Arthur been neglected, abused, traumatised. For so long had he been marginalised, unseen, unknown, mocked and mistreated, but now... oh, but now he had everything he needed right here in his arms; his beautiful Marie. His wife. His one and only who understood him, and no longer was he all alone in his space.
Joker never went out that night.
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shewhoridesonrainbows · 5 years ago
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Words Upon Your Skin
My first lil contribution to the Maribat fandom Hope y’all enjoy
Worldbuilding Summary: You have a 50/50 shot of being born with a soulmate. Most find out in early childhood since kids always end up drawing on themselves. The only hiccup is that the universe decided being able to just write your names to each other was too easy so the only thing that won’t transfer through the bond is your names.
Now Mari always thought she was in the half without soulmates because she’s never had even a scribble appear. We all know better than that though so join me for a ride exploring the twists and turns of Marinette dealing with a new soulmate on top of trying to figure out who’s using the Butterfly Miraculous to terrorize Paris.
AO3 
Chapter One * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4
“Bye bye, pretty butterfly.” Ladybug watched the small, white butterfly slowly flap away, back to its master. “Now, Kaalki.” A horse-like creature floated up to her ear at the short command. 
“I’m going to need so many sugar cubes after this, Ladybug,” the Kwamii said before taking off, tailing the butterfly. Chat Noir stepped silently next Ladybug. The eyes of Paris’s heroes followed the specks in the bright summer sky until two quiet beeps broke the silence. 
Chat placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, LB, your plan is brilliant,” he said with a gentle squeeze. “And at least it was just Mr. Pigeon today.”
“I’m glad you have so much faith in me,” her gaze finally broke away and she looked at her partner, a grateful expression adorned her face. “Now let’s go recharge so we’re ready when Kaalki comes back.”
“Sure thing, bugaboo.” Chat saluted then leapt onto the closest rooftop.
She tossed the Lucky Charm into the air and cast her Miraculous Cure before bounding off towards the nearest hiding spot. Magic swarmed Paris. Any damage from the angry flocks of birds that overran the streets during the akuma attack disappeared. Ladybug didn’t pay attention to any of it as she ducked into an alley. In a pink flash Marinette was crouching on the trash littered ground, she flinched but couldn’t worry about how dirty her clothes were getting because making sure Tikki had enough energy to transform again was so much more important right then. Who knew how quickly it would take Kaalki and the akuma to get to Hawkmoth’s lair. Ladybug and Chat Noir had to be ready when the horse kwamii found their destination.
Marinette opened her purse, pulled out a cookie, and handed it to the red Kwamii floating in front of her. The girl started talking to fill the silence as the tiny God-of-Creation scarfed down the treat.
“Maybe after this, Adrien and I can finally expose Lila, you know, since we won’t have to worry about her getting akumatized?”
Tikki nodded and made a positive sound around the mouthful of cookie. Sitting down and leaning against the wall made Marinette’s clothes even grosser but the thought of not having to deal with Lila anymore eased her worries.
“As annoying as he was about preaching ‘the high road’ in the beginning, without Adrien, school would’ve been horrible. And who’d have thought that I’d be better friends with Chloe than Alya!" 
Marinette smiled at Tikki as she tried to fit as much of the cookie in her mouth as possible and shook her head free of non-Ladybug thoughts. The little red bug popped the last chocolate chip in her mouth then grinned.
"Do you think you’ll need another, Tikki?” Marinette asked, already reaching into her purse for a second.
“No no, Marinette,” Tikki squeaked, cookie crumbs coming out with the words. “I didn’t use that much energy today.” She swallowed the last bite quickly and smiled at her holder. “Ready when you are!”
“Let’s just hope Chat is. Tikki, spots on!” Another flash of pink magic and Ladybug was swinging towards the top of the Eiffel Tower, the place Kaalki was going to meet back up with her and Chat.
***
In Kaalki’s personal opinion, famous people were the best to work with. What’s the point of granting someone teleportation powers if her and her holder weren’t going to be in the spotlight? And in Paris, no one was more famous than Ladybug. So when Tikki’s Chosen asked for Kaalki’s help in finally defeating Hawkmoth, of course she wouldn’t turn down the girl’s plan.
Kaalki closed the distance between herself and the dumb butterfly she was following. She watched it fly into the window of some big house then saw how the window closed behind the white bug. Alright, got the location. Now just to make sure Hawky and Mayura are inside, get back to the Eiffel tower, then teleport Ladybug and Chat into that room and I’ll be one of the Kwamii’s they write into the history books.
She got as close to the window as she could without the inhabitants noticing her. She peeked over the widow’s edge and saw the costumed Hawkmoth and a woman with Duusu floating nearby. With a nod, Kaalki channeled her powers to create a small portal just big enough for her and popped out the other side, almost flying right into the waiting teens.
“Did you find them?” Plagg’s Chosen asked. Ladybug was right behind him, pulling a sugar cube out of a bag.
“Of course I did, was there any doubt?” Kaalki grabbed the cube from the girl and daintily ate the sweet substance to recharge.
“Never,” Ladybug smiled then narrowed her eyes in seriousness. “Are you ready to end this Chat?”
“After you, M'Lady.”
“What about you, Kaalki?”
Kaalki nodded then widened her portal to fit the two heroes. She went through first to make sure it was positioned perfectly. In one fluid motion, Paris’s Wonder Duo dropped from the glowing circle, smashed through the window, and posed, battle ready. Kaalki waited, eagerly listening for the sounds of Ladybug and Chat fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura. 
She was met with silence instead.
***
Marinette’s heart was racing. Her eyes couldn’t focus on just a single thing, constantly flitting around the room, taking in every detail around her once, the glittering of shattered glass under her feet.
Twice, the forms of Ga- no, of Hawkmoth and Mayura, in crumpled heaps just outside of the window’s light.
Three times, the torn and ruined white butterfly wings spread on the floor, like twisted flower petals. 
It took a broken, choking sound from Chat to bring her back from the verge of what could only have been a panic attack. She rushed forward to kneel by the two adults.
Ok, first, make sure they’re still alive. A gentle press of fingers against their throats confirmed their unconscious states. 
Next, look for the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous. A quick once over and Ladybug knew that these two no longer had the magic jewelry on them. She was about to stand up to look in the dark corners when Chat made that choking sound again. Ladybug looked back at her partner, his head was down and she couldn’t see his face.
“Chat Noir, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”
His head shot up at the sound of her voice. “Ladybug, I- Are they
” His shoulders shook and he seemed to fold into himself, almost as if to get as small as possible without moving.
“Chat Noir, please.” Ladybug straightened and slowly approached the other teen. Sobs were rattling his whole form now. “What’s wrong?”
“My father was Hawkmoth, Ladybug, and Natalie had to have been Mayura,” he gasped out. Those words must have broken a dam in him because he started walking back and forth across the circle of light, glass crunching under his boots, never taking a step into the darkness. “It all makes sense now, if you think about it. Of course Father was a recluse, he had to be able to get to his lair to akumatize someone at a moment’s notice.”
Twist, turn, step, step, step, then repeat. The longer he ranted, the longer Chat’s strides become. Turn, step, step, repeat.
Ladybug hurried forward and grabbed his shoulders, stopping his agitated pacing. She turned him to look her in the eyes. A sharp inhale and he was focused on her.
“Chat, calm down, you’re going to be ok. Let’s just talk this out.”
“Okay,” he croaked, close to tears again.
“Okay. Now Chat, are you saying Gabriel Agreste is your father?” A silent nod.
“And you’re Adrien?” Another nod.
“Did you ever think that Gabriel could be Hawkmoth?” Head shake this time.
Under the red and black spandex, Marinette’s heart broke for this boy. He always tries to see the best in people, and no wonder, with Hawkmoth as a father of course Adrien wanted to ignore the bad. Even if he never realized who Gabriel actually was. I’ve got to find some way to keep him from spiraling too far down for me to reach him. 
She’d just opened her mouth to ask Chat/Adrien another question when a moan of pain came from behind her. She immediately switched to a defensive stance in front of her partner. No one was getting to him any time soon.
Gabriel Agreste inched his way up into a sitting position, holding his head in a hand the whole time. “Wh-what happened?” he groaned. He looked around his lair slowly, stunned when his eyes landed on the heroes standing in the light. “Ladybug, Chat Noir, how did you two get here?” Beside him, Natalie started to rise. 
Ladybug glared at the adults before her, “Miraculous of Teleportation, you didn’t think we’d let you continue on your warpath, did you?" 
As soon as, Natalie was sitting up too, Ladybug wrapped her yoyo string around them, ignoring the small sound of protest from her partner.  Once the bonds were secure, the angered teen crouched to Gabriel’s eye level. 
"Now tell me, Hawkmoth, where are the Miraculous?”
Gabriel’s eyes widened and he looked down at where the butterfly brooch had been for the last two years. “I-I don’t know, Ladybug. I just had it.” He started desperately searching the area around him, as if the Miraculous was hiding among the dead butterflies littering the floor.
“I had just used it to akumatize that girl who was not invited to a classmate’s party again,” he started to ramble, pulling on the cords around his torso. “I-”
Chat Noir interrupted the panicking man, “What do you mean? We just fought Mr. Pigeon again, not some girl.”
“No, I distinctly remember the feelings of a girl being ostracized by her peers,” Gabriel sneered. He glared up at Chat before Ladybug stepped between the two, blocking the man’s line of sight to her partner. 
Ladybug was glaring back when she saw Gabriel’s eyes glance behind her and his face paled. “Chat what’s he looking at?” I can’t look behind me, this could be a trick.
“Nothing, M'Lady, there’s just the window." 
"What’s the date?” Gabriel’s voice came out as a whisper. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, leaves rustling was the only sound for one heart stopping second.
“June 2, why?” His face whitened even more. It looked like the ghost of Gabriel Agreste was kneeling in front of her. He shakily made eye contact with Ladybug again.
“The last thing I remember was akumatizing a teenage girl on January 2. The trees outside were covered in snow.”
Ladybug’s eyes went wide and she whipped her head towards the woman tied up with Gabriel. “Natalie, what about you, what do you remember?”
“The,” the woman paused, obviously still not completely awake, “the last I remember was dropping Adrien off at a photoshoot, January 2 as well.”
“That means,” Ladybug stumbled back, “something stole your memories." 
Chat shifted behind her then added, "And your Miraculous." 
Chat Noir and Ladybug moved to a dark corner to decide what to do about the poor excuse of a father sitting just outside the circle of light. Her arms were crossed and her posture tense while he looked more defeated than the magic-less duo still tied together.
"I think we should call the police and have both hauled off!” huffed Ladybug, still very much pissed that Adrien’s own father was the villain they’d been fighting against for so long. “But,” she deflated, “he’s your father, what do you want to do?”
Chat Noir opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, then opened it again to simply state, “I’ve already lost my mother, I don’t think I can lose him too.”
Ladybug’s gaze softened as he went on.
“Look, I know he fucked up. He fucked up really bad. But we don’t even know why he wanted our Miraculous.” Ladybug tried to interject but a raised, leather hand stopped her. “I’m not excusing anything he’s done, I just want to know why.”
With a nod Ladybug led the way back to Gabriel and Nathalie. She silently stood, glaring down at the man before speaking, “Why did you want our Miraculous?” Gabriel seemed to weigh his options then answered.
“To bring my wife back. To make my family whole again.”
NEXT
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mirror-juliet · 5 years ago
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~Searching For Soulmates~ Park Seonghwa X Male Reader
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Requested by Jax on tumblr.
Since there isn't a lot of male readers that read my things (To my knowlege) I decided to make this one special by using Jax's name, the one who requested this. I hope you enjoy it bub.
Tagging: @themainineveruse @atinybrew @vocalyunho @hongjoongs-hoe​
Love story's are so over-written these days. So hard to write about. They say write the unexpected, but everyone's already done the unexpected. If you write it wrong, nothing will become of it. If you excel in writing the impossible-you are praised beyond belief. Unexpected love story's are impossible. Most story's are Frankensteins of other stories, stitched together by a dream and desperation. But the well known authors dreamt those dreams before you could write them. You'd just be copying them if you made a story close to the lines of theirs, if the two characters hate eachother, or if they don't know eachother. Who's to say you didn't dream those dreams first, And why wont the world let you dream those dreams more than once. Aren't dreams supposed to be eternal. An extension of our thoughts, how can someones thoughts be wrong. There is no right way to think, it isn't a math formula with a set outcome. So why have people decided that we must think in a set algorithm?
The world's too busy thinking about their own love theory to worry about a simple love story written for a college literature class. Only the teacher would read it, so why's Jaxson stressing about it so much? There are set outcomes to what grade he'll get so it doesn't really matter how he writes the report.
"Here's your Pomegranate potion, Weirdo. You come to a coffee shop and order tea." Maggie, Jaxon's favorite barista and best friend since they were younger ruffles his hair. "You're the one who dragged me here today. I could have finished my report at home."
"There was no way i was going to let you stay cooped up in that apartment one more day. It's a lovely atmosphere here," She's not wrong about the atmosphere, it has the right amount of teenager swag mixed with an almost professional look. "Plus if you get bored you can entertain yourself by watching me train the new guy." Jaxson pays close attention to Maggie now
"That's today?.. And you are going to be the one to train him? Lord help this shop now." Maggie attempts to wack Jaxson upside the head, but he's too fast for her tiny fist of rage "That isn't funny Jax. I'm a good trainer, After all i was trained by the glorious booknerd that is you." She bows and holds her hand out gesturing to him. The boy wonders why he's friends with such a weirdo in the first place, but he supposes it's because he acts just like her. "What was he like, the new guy. Do you know?"
"You could always ask me what i'm like, pretty boy." Jaxson freezes in place, fear painting him as he watches Maggie wear the most shit-eating grin of the century. "Seonghwa, it's nice to see you again. This is Jax, he's off today but he's one of the workers here. Jax meet Seonghwa." Jaxson turns to greet Seonghwa, But holy God's why did he have to call him pretty boy? He's the pretty boy for gods sake! "You were talking up a storm just a moment ago, what happened; Cat got your tongue?" Curse him for having such a beautiful face because Jaxson does nothing but stare and hold his mouth agape! Seonghwa chuckles and goes behind the counter next to Maggie. "When do i start coach?"
Jesus his smile is pretty and he knows it. Jaxson watches him roll up his sleeves into uniform cuffs, his forearms are way too toned for his good, his tan skin extenuates them so much. Despite how good looking he is, he is quite clumsy with the espresso machine. It's expected since he explained to Maggie "I don't like bitter things so I've never used one of these." He has coffee grinds all over his apron and at the bottom of his white shirt. Jaxson had given up working on his report to examine Seonghwha and his arms. Both of them were covered in tattoo's, he cant help but wonder if one of them are perhaps his soul-mark he tries to hide in the cluster of ink. Maggie never tried to hide her mark, though it did look quite odd to only have the veins of butterfly wings on her cheek. Her soulmate, Yeosang did try to cover his up. It looked like 'an unattractive pink blob' in his opinion. Though, Maggie thought it looked cute in pictures, when they kissed for the first time, their marks melded into one. Now Maggie spends most of her weekends looking for Jaxson's soulmate even though he's made it very obvious he doesn't want to find them. After searching forever, he got tired and was convinced that his soulmate had either not existed or died before he had ever met them.
"Seonghwa you'll be okay, i'm just leaving you to make some of these for lunch hour. You're doing much better than an hour ago." Maggie sings sweet words to Seonghwa who seems to be shaking like a leaf in the wind. "I don't think i should make anything for anyone to consume."
"Okay, make Jaxson something and then prove me wrong. If he decides it's too horrible then he'll take your place for the day and we'll train you more."
"Why do you have to drag me into this?" Jaxson groans, he was enjoying his day off-well, not really; But Maggie doesn't know that! Then again, she probably does given the knowing look on her face. After a few minutes of a silent stare match between the two he gives in. "Make me an iced americano." The tan color leaves Seonghwa's face as Maggie leans against the counter, leaving him all alone with the coffee maker and his wits (Which arent a lot when it comes to the machine). His toned arms are clumsy with everything, making a much bigger mess than needed, Jaxson could have sworn everytime something got dirty Seonghwa cringed. After five minutes of entertainment Seonghwa Shakily sets the drink in front of Jaxson. "Whats wrong newbie, see a ghost?" Seonghwa glares at that, upset his own joke was used against him. In retaliation he mutters something under his breath that Maggie nor Jax can quite make out.
He takes the drink and puts it to his lips, only having it on his tastebuds for mm, less than two seconds before spitting it back in the cup. He wipes his mouth and grabs his things. "I'll be back out in a minute. Don't let him near customers." Seonghwa watches Jaxson walk into the employees lounge and come back out in uniform, buttoning his sleeves up and shoving his way behind the bar. "I want you to clear off tables, you'll have to move fast because this place gets packed in about fifteen minutes." But Seonghwa isn't moving, Only staring down at the shorter male. "What?" Jax's getting impatient as he's wasting time standing around when he could be preparing for the forty people he's going to have to deal with for the next two hours.
"Can i take you on a date?" Maggie drops the cup she's holding, hot espresso now on her new martins, the only thing saving her from burns. "What?" Is all Jaxson says because Seonghwa's hot! This is a manga scenario that only happens every blood moon, no love story has ever prepared him for this moment because any situation in a manga would never be accepted by society. And what't the point? Whats the point of dating someone that isn't your soulmate? "Go clean tables please."
The three of them don't talk about the situation the rest of the day, only trading words to explain an order or if they need to wash more mugs. But they do watch eachother. Seonghwa watches Jaxson make coffee and tea at an alarming rate, Jaxson watches Seonghwa clean tables with so much care; never leaving a cup ring. And Maggie watches the tension in the room between the two grow it's like candy burning to the side of a pot. Sickening but sweet. At the end of lunch rush, it's nearly time for the quaint little coffee shop to close it's eyes for a good night's rest. You think for how many people visit it, it would stay open longer than Three pm.
Yeosang came to pick up Maggie for their date night leaving Jaxson to close at the shop. That isn't the plan tonight because for the love of Hade's Jaxson cant figure out why the manager decided to hire Seonghwa other than his looks. Every drink he's had Seonghwa make in the past thirty minutes he has managed to burn or fuck up magically somehow. "Why is making coffee so hard?" The tall man groans out, backing against the counter away from the machine. "It really isn't. You've just added way too many steps to it. Here hang on." Jaxson grabs a fresh cup and starts up the machine once again. The poor thing might be overused by tomorrow.
It's crazy how simple Jaxson makes it look to Seonghwa, not only that but how elegant he is while doing it. His fingers flip switches effortlessly, pouring the milk into a beautiful leaf shape he's convinced the shorter man shouldn't be able to make. But he almost does it with his eyes closed. Seonghwa should be able to make designs like that- "What?" He says, realizing Jaxson must have asked him a question given the quizzical look on his face.
Jaxson's laugh is pretty, Seonghwa decides. It's just the right amount of baritone with the ever so slightest bit of soprano. "I'm telling you to take the coffee so you can see what it's supposed to taste like."
"Aren't we supposed to be teaching me how to make this instead of drink it?" Jax jumps to sit on the counter, taking his own teacup in his hands. "I needed a break and the machine is making sad noises, so here we are. Go on, taste perfection." Jaxson's cocky words brink an obnoxious smirk to the older's lips. Because there's no way his coffee is that good.
But it is
Seonghwa isn't one for bitter taste, hell he doesn't like coffee. But the cup Jaxson handed to him it seems he's refusing to put down. "Woah, woah. You're gonna give yourself a stomach ache." Said boy causing concern hops down to drag the cup away from him. "I'm sorry, i didn't think you had to drink it slow." A pinkish hue covers Seonghwa's neck. "I don't like coffee usually...." He trails off.
"Seonghwa." Jaxson's voice is gentle, Seonghwa wonders if he's gotten sad somehow. "Why are you working here? You don't like Coffee and you absolutely suck dick at making it. So why?" Jax hops on the counter once again and Seonghwa has to avert his eyes from the smaller male, intrusive thoughts invading his head. He shakes his head hoping to get rid of the thought like an etch and sketch. Anywhere but his eyes is better, does he not think before talking? Seonghwa thinks. "I, like most people in the world need money. This quaint little coffee shop so happened to be the only one hiring. So i had to get it before i ran out of money for rent. Why are you working here?" A question for a question, fair enough right? "I like the aesthetic of this place, it's calming to me. And it pays fairly well." The two sit in silence, sipping their respective drinks, only sharing glances at one another.
"Say whats on your mind pretty boy, You've been looking at me with a question in your eyes." Seonghwa smirks, only making Jaxson blush harder from the nickname. God he wished Seonghwa would use a different name. "Sorry. I was just wondering where you used to work before here. "
"I worked in a tattoo shop." He crosses his arms, the drink from before long since drained. "It was a pretty good gig too, i was the only apprentice that was allowed to work on people, plus i got half off tattoo's...if i let them do it drunk." Seonghwa looks up into the air, a meloncholy smile on his face. "It was the best job of my life."
"Can i ask you another question, if you don't mind." He lets out an approving sound, not bothering to look down. "If you were so happy....Why leave?" Jax realizes he's touched a soft spot when Seonghwa looks back at him, his eyes are hurting, hidden behind a small smile. "Aren't you just a nosy little one." He takes a deep breath "The old man that owned the shop passed, it was taken over by his daughter. She decided to turn it into a hair salon, kicking everyone that worked there out of a job. It was quite selfish of her, don't you think?"
Jaxson nods his head, wondering what it must have felt like to suddenly loose a friend and a means of living. Suddenly the cup of cold tea is more intriguing than the saddened face of Seonghwa. "My turn~" Said man sings out, tipping Jaxson's head up with his finger. "When can i take you out on a date?"
"O-oh, you were serious about that......."
"Why wouldn't i be?" Jax pulls away from him, hopping down to begin cleaning dishes. "Because i don't like dates." Seonghwa takes the cup out of his hand. "So, don't think of it as a date. Think it as if were just a couple of friends hanging out for an afternoon." A sarcastic chuckle leaves Jax's lips. "But it's still a date."
"Will you at least give it a shot? If you don't enjoy yourself in the first fifteen minutes i'll even take you home." Both of them stop movement, Jaxson wondering why Seonghwa is so hellbent on getting him to go on a date. "Fine. Only fifteen minutes, where will you be taking me?" Jax snatches the mug back from Seonghwa. "That." He pokes Jaxson's nose "Is for me to know and you to find out, tomorrow at two?"
"If you mean a.m. then hell no."
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Seonghwa had in fact not meant two am, but precisely when the autumn's sun hits Jaxson's glasses just right to blind him. Where even was Seonghwa? He had told Jaxson to meet him in front of the Cafe five minutes early just in case he got there before.
He hadn't.
He hadn't shown up the first five minutes after the intended meet time. Where the hell was he? Turning the corner onto the Cafe street, the loud motorcycle that was annoying Jax approached in front of the Cafe. Only once the rider pulled off his helmet did he realize Seonghwa was the knight under the mask. A knight wearing a leather jacket to reveal a blue floral shirt tucked into black skinny jeans with no chains this time. Instead he's swapped them out for makeup smudged onto his face, making him seem even more attractive than he already is. "You expect me to get on that? Wearing this." He motions to his outfit, denim jeans, a striped sweater and sneakers. Obviously not appropriate apparel for a Motorcycle. "You'll be fine pretty boy. Hop on." Seonghwa pats the seat behind him, pulling out a second helmet. "The five minutes i spent waiting count against your time."
"The ride doesn't though, Deal?"
Jaxson wishes the ride would have counted against Seonghwa, they've been driving for the past thirty minutes on the highway. He swears Seonghwa's speeding on purpose for Jax to have to cling onto his torso so the small boy wouldn't fly off the bike. Once the bike ride was finally starting to be bearable, it stops. "We here?" A chuckle from Seonghwa. "Do you think i stopped here for gas?" It's an aquarium, It could be worse, it could be a movie theater. "C'mon, i wanna show you a lot here."
A lot he did show Jaxson, from river bass to sharks in a dive tank. He even payed for the extra experiences like holding hermit crabs or feeding the sea turtle from a pole. Jaxson has to admit, he is having fun; he didn't leave two hours ago when the fifteen minutes were up. "Oh, c'mon we're at the touch tank!" Seonghwa Pulls Jaxson through sliding doors to a room with quite a large touch tank in the middle. In it are stingrays of all sizes. He leaves momentarily to come back with two small cups of something foul smelling. "We can feed them by hand." Seonghwa hands the cup of sardines to Jaxson, not waiting for him to grab one before taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "Just put it between your knuckles, their teeth are on their bellies so don't be afraid."
Easy for him to say as he seems to have no fear towards the slimy sea pancakes, his arm is already submerged past his elbow, getting his rolled up sleeve wet. "This big one i named Calvin. Say hi Calvin." The large stingray swims on the bottom to take the fish from his human friend. He even lets Seonghwa give him rubs and pit pats. It's quite cute to see him acting so young and happy. "Well go on, the worst that can happen is one of them tickle you."
Jaxson mustered up the courage to roll up his sleeves, only dipping his hand about forearm deep. Shortly a small sea pancake fly's over and goes straight for the fish. Thanking the boy by flapping his wings against his arm. More cute giggles coming from Seonghwa. The more fish he goes through, Jaxon finds himself moving closer and closer to Seonghwa. Eventually the two are brushing hands, Seonghwa startles him by grabbing ahold of it. "If you wanted to hold hands you could have asked." He smiles, not one of shitery or mockery. But a genuine smile, directed at Jaxson.
A warm tingle pricks both of their arms, on the verge of being hot. "Look." Jaxson points to their interlocked arms. A white snake being engraved into the knot of his black snake. The opposite of Seonghwa. He freaks out and pulls his arm out of the water to inspect the new tattoo. "Wha-"
"Mommy Mommy look! They got their soul-mark!" A little girl bounces next to them, pulling on her mother's arm. "Is that what this is?"
"It looks like it." Seonghwa hands a paper towel to the smaller of them. "Wanna go get dinner?" It took some convincing but Jax finally agreed to go to dinner, there they talked about what it meant, and how Jaxson could have possibly missed the white snake in the cluster of Seonghwa's tattoo's. It is the only white tattoo he has after all.
A/N: This feels kinda bad compared to my other works but my friend who read it over says it quite nice. (They prefer to remain anon) Jax bub i hope you liked this. I had some troubles making it but i think it's okay. Remember to like and reblog if you're reading this on tumlr
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secretsantasides · 5 years ago
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Gift #1: By Day, By Night
Gift for @aggressiveshipper
Prompt: LAMP, Soulmate au.
People whispered that the town was cursed. Monsters lived in every nook and cranny for leagues. Thieves and bandits attacked the townspeople on their yearly journeys to sell wares at the marketplace. Demons prowled the forest surrounding them, and ghosts haunted the night long after they had passed on. A sorcerer was rumored to live in a tower in the woods, and the mountains were littered with dwarves. The trees surrounding the town seemed to move in the night, and most people who strayed off the path winding through the woods were never heard from again. Dragons flew overhead every night, but were nowhere to be seen in the morning. People whispered that the town was cursed. Maybe it was.
Logan watched his students attack straw-stuffed dummies. The head of the class, Thomas, fought with the most vigor, stabbing and slashing, wildly ripping at the fake soldiers until they were reduced to shreds. He stood, panting, wiping the sweat and hair out of his eyes. Clapping his hands to get their attention, Logan shouted, “Very good, everyone! See you tomorrow!” The students dispersed, and Logan exited the training area as well, straightening his shoulders to rid them of the tightness. He walked down the small village street, past the market vendors who advertised amulets ‘guaranteed to protect you from dragon attacks!’ Logan snorted. Those didn’t work, obviously. He entered a small bakery, which was run by his best friend, Patton. The curly-haired baker was always smiling, handing out treats to children, and making everyone’s day just a little bit better. Every time that Patton smiled, a piece of Logan’s heart melted. He fell in love whenever the baker talked. Patton was only a touch taller than Logan, but every time he looked into Patton’s eyes, he knew he was looking at the stars. But he couldn’t be in love with Patton. He just couldn’t be. The mark tied his soul to others. “Hello! Logan, how was your class?” Patton smiled brightly behind the glasses that enlarged his eyes so well. Logan blushed faintly, but replied, “My students performed exceptionally well today. May I please have one loaf of bread?” Patton nodded, and passed the bread to him, taking the few pieces of gold. “See you tomorrow!” Logan reluctantly left the shop, clutching his bread and watching the afternoon sun drift lower in the sky as he walked to his cottage at the edge of town. He added his newest loaf of bread to the growing pile, knowing that he would end up giving most of it away to the students in his class. To tell the truth, Logan only bought bread every day so that he could see Patton more often. There wasn’t much else Logan did. Aside from... He shook off the thought and adjusted his shoulders again, hoping to find relief in the new position. Through the small opening in his wall, he could see the sun lowering closer to the ground, and he fixed his navy robe and headed out into the evening. Wandering into the forest, Logan watching the sun sink lower into the trees. A hollow oak afforded him a place to stash his robe for the night, and he shivered in his thin white shirt. He let the scaly wings that had been trapped inside his robe all day spread, bracing himself. The sun touched the horizon. Immediately, a shot of pain cracked through his body. His head spiraled, and the crown of his head felt like it had been lit on fire. Horns erupted from his hair, growing with his wings and Logan curled up on all fours, silently retching and crying. A tail wrapped around him next, and Logan grew, his face turning scaly. He forced himself to focus. Deep breath in, deep breath out. His clothes, instead of ripping to shreds, now melted nicely into his skin, which was quickly becoming shiny and tough. Throat burning, he opened his mouth to let a small flame out, smothering it with one huge claw before it could spread. He wobbled to his feet, and opened up the dark blue wings. Logiltis the dragon, tears still running from eyes he no longer had, flew into the starlit night. Virgil had been waiting at the meeting spot for a while, pacing around and around, impatiently wondering where the others were. Romulus arrived first, the fire that permanently burned at the end of his tail sputtering and flickering. He had obviously flown here fast. Logiltis showed up next, breathing flames onto their bonfire. He was the only one allowed to do that at this point, everyone else might set the forest ablaze again. Now they were just waiting on Patarius. The light-blue and grey tinted dragon came skidding into the clearing a few minutes later, panting. “Sorry, everyone!” he gasped. Virgil thought that he had seen a white strip wrapped around Patarius’s neck, but it flew into the fire and was burned to ashes. Logiltis was pacing around the outskirts by the trees. “It is certainly getting colder. Make sure your wings don’t freeze. They could be torn beyond repair.” “Hah!” piped up Romulus, who was sprawled out across the ground. “I don’t have to worry about that!” With a smug grin, he waved his tail around, showing off the flickering flame at the end. Virgil pushed it away, growling playfully, “I thought you cared, Oh Fiery One. You aren’t going to try to keep us from freezing?” Romulus let out an offended snort, smoke rising into the chilly night air. “Wha-bu-of course I would! I just wanted- Logiltis is right, stay warm when I’m not around to save you.” “What if we just migrate for the winter?” quipped Patarius. The others let out roars of laughter. This idea was pitched every year, and they had never once left. Virgil couldn’t go. He was certainly the only one who wasn’t a full dragon. What if he turned back while they were flying over the sea? Would the others notice? Or would they keep going without him? Logiltis sat neatly by the fire, curling his wings and tail around him gently. “I, for one, have no reason to doubt that we can survive another winter here, having made it through fifteen of them alrea-“ “Bedtime!” Patarius chirped, snuggling up to Virgil. Their nightly ritual was something Patarius had proposed years ago, “because we need to stay alert during the day, just in case humans come!” It was a good sentiment, Virgil supposed, but he didn’t do anything most days. He could barely understand other humans. The cuddle pile was steaming in the cold night air, and, despite Virgil’s troubled thoughts, he closed his eyes. When he woke up, it was still dark, as usual, but he wasn’t the first one to leave, which was honestly quite surprising. Logiltis was gone, so Virgil started creeping through the trees. It wasn’t safe to fly in the morning, given that farmers started working early. So silently he went on foot, dreading the pain of the sunrise. As the pink spread over the horizon, Virgil’s body slowly and painfully shrank back into a human. The only thing left unchanged, if only a little smaller, was his purple tail. His violet cloak was wrapped tightly around himself to shield from the cold, and as he traipsed through the mountains, he couldn’t help thinking of his winter coat. The red, fur-lined coat had been one of his favorite projects to make, the dragon scales feeling fresh and smooth under his fingers. And, yes, it was Romulus’s shedded skin. There weren’t many dragons that he knew in the woods, and he would have been uncomfortable taking their loose scales. But whenever the winter came around, and they shed their scales for thicker ones, Virgil always went back the next day and took them. No sense in wasting it. Virgil entered his cave, careful not to alert the pair of angry dragons that lived nearby. He started a fire and sat down by a blank stretch of wall, watching the firelight dance across it. With a sudden burst of inspiration, he dipped his hand into a crushed up berry mix and began to paint. Stroke by stroke, the picture grew, forming into a painting of a dragon, roaring towards the ceiling of his cavern. Virgil lowered himself to the ground, fingertips brushing across the rough stone to create three other dragons below the big one, their tails all intertwined. He stood up and stepped back, his berry stained hands tugging unconsciously at his shirt, revealing a mirror image of the mark on the wall burned into his chest. Patton was fuming. First, he had gotten distracted while transforming, and he tore his favorite apron. Then, he had forgotten to tell his friends about his other life...again. To be fair, he had meant to tell them for years. He just...got scared. He wasn’t meant to be half-and-half. And for sure, nobody else was like him. Who would be? Patton had woken to an empty clearing, the sun rising gently over the horizon, and a lot of pain screaming through him. He lay there suffering for what felt like hours, he got up slowly and started for his town. He was late! Before he exited the cover of the trees, he put a hand up to his curly hair, adjusting it to hide the tiny horns still poking out of his head. Once inside the bakery, he fired up the ovens and started mixing the first batch of dough. After putting in the usual ingredients, Patton stealthily added a pinch of everwort into it. Not enough for the harmful side effects, but with this extra ingredient, the bread would stay fresh until the buyer ate it. That was Patton’s specialty now. Years ago, Logiltis had proposed that they each teach the others a skill that they had, to learn more about the others. Romulus had taught them how to speak basic Gnome, Mermish, and Goblin. Logiltis told them how to defend themselves from any humans who would try and slay them. Patton had shown the others proper meal building, but ultimately, it was Virgil’s who had helped him the most. He had taught the rest of the dragons about poisonous and magical plants, and while Romulus was not-so-subtly yawning, Patton’s eyes were sparkling. He had gone back the next morning, picking all the helpful plants, and spent the next few months experimenting with them. But his experiments got a little out of hand when Molly Smith had eaten some of his healing bread with an infected cut. Not only did the infection clear up, but the wound scabbed up, then disappeared over the course of one night. Nobody suspected the bread as the culprit, but Patton resolved to be more careful. He still sold magic bread, but the magic was quieter, like the everwort. Sometimes, he would still try to give people magic bread, if he could see something wrong. Logan came in with a cut on his cheek? Patton’ll sneakily pass him some healing bread. A farmer comes in, exhausted beyond belief, but only halfway through work? There might be some energy bread in the back. He loved making people feel better. Even if he couldn’t tell them that what they were eating was magic. He tossed the everwort loaves into the oven and left them to rise, melding a new piece of dough with his fingers. Life was good for Patton. “Good work, Roman.” the king said somewhere in front of him. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” he replied, keeping his head bowed low. “I have another mission for you. The people of Maidenvale have reported angry unicorns charging them to steal their crops. Can you slay them, Roman?” “Yes, Your Majesty.” And so, Roman found himself traipsing through the woods, wishing for his dragon wings. “But no, I got the stupid fire-breath!” he yelled into the wilderness, scaring a few birds out of their tree. In a huff, he stormed onwards, waving away the little smoke puffs coming out of his nose and mouth. He approached Maidenvale, the sun already at its peak. He would have to hurry. Roman entered the town, flashing the medallion from the king and calling, “King Matthew sent me to take care of the unicorns, but please, go inside a building and wait there.” Plenty of people shook his hand, or whispered praise, or thanked him as they passed, which made Roman uncomfortable. “Are all these people this excited for the death of magical creatures?” he thought. “Because as a half-magical creature myself, I’m offended!” He drew his sword and entered the woods, ‘tracking’ the unicorns. This was all part of his act. He’d waste time ‘on the hunt’ for whatever monster he was currently fighting, after warning any nearby residents to stay inside. That way, no one could catch a glimpse of- An angry whinny sounded from a hundred steps away. Roman switched his sword to the fighting position, and rushed toward the noise. The pack of unicorns was charging through the woods, heading straight to Maidenvale. He jumped in front of them, brandishing his blade in the dim light. The herd halted, then snorted in fury, lowered their heads, and charged. A few quick flips and he was over their heads-and into his nightly pain. His nerves were screaming, but inside, Roman just rolled his eyes, waiting for it to be over. His wings spread, tail swished out, and horns erupted from his  head in the dusk. The herd had continued running without Roman in their path, so Romulus flew over their heads and spit fire, creating a barrier that they couldn’t cross, though the fireproof Romulus could. “Listen,” he hissed at them, hoping he had the right words. His Unicorn was a little rusty. “You go mountains. Not safe!” The unicorns did stop cantering around anxiously, but they just looked at him in confusion. He gestured frantically at the far off mountains. “Go.” Finally, the leader seemed to get it. Romulus put out the fire fence and they galloped off in that direction. Romulus flew off-at last- to meet his friends. After all, none of them had ever missed a meeting.
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hollandroos · 6 years ago
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Heaven and Hell | Pt.2
King Of Hell!Tom X Fallen Angel!Reader - READ PART 1 HERE
Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was the king of hells soulmate?
Words: 4.5k 
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. This series plays around with religion a rather large amount. 
Collaboration with another author but she deleted, so I took to editing it and changing a few concepts so bare with me!  | THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED / PARTS WERE REWRITTEN AND REPOSTED ON 10/05/2019
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"For the first time ever, he'll know kindness and gratitude. Through his gift, the king will learn what it is to feel something other then hatred.”
You wake up and the first thing you notice is that your head is pounding– it’s excruciating, like someone’s knocking a hammer against your brain or sticking a pin between each of your eyes. You groan, rubbing the space that was aching the most. It feels like what the mortals would call a hangover
 only worse. With that knowledge in mind and the fact that you weren’t in your own bed, your hands fly down to your chest where your dress still sits and you let out a sigh of relief.
Sitting up, you notice that the room isn’t white or a gentle blue and Instead it’s dark, with black wallpaper lining the walls and wooden floorboards. Red flames line the walls, illuminating the room and slowly you sit up until bare feet, once scratched up and blistered adjust to the flooring and the first thing you notice other then the interior is that it’s hot, therefore your little trip wasn’t a dream and you were still in hell. You were awaiting your bitter ending.
You swallow. Then think. Take a moment to taste the fear and anxiety on your tongue and shudder.
A glass of water sits beside the bed and though your throat was screaming at you to drink some – even just a sip, you push that to the back of your mind and ignore the glass. You didn’t want to find out what they put in the ‘water’ they gave to trespassing angels just yet. It could easily be a poison that’d put you through an eternity of excruciating pain or send you waves of terrible dreams that would wake you up screaming to the point where your throat would be red and raw and voice scratchy.
Being the rather nosey angel you are, you look around the room and only happen to glance into the rubbish bin where you see wrappers belonging to bandages, bloody tissues and a few other things. You screw your face up, looking away as quickly as you glanced down. Still, you couldn’t understand why they were making a big fuss out of cleaning you up if they were going to put you through extreme trials that would eventually lead to the end of your existence.
It was a miracle you had even surprised the fall. A goddamn wonder you’d made it even five minutes surrounded by bloodthirsty demons who had swung their knives around you like you were their next meal.
Shaking your head, you observe your surroundings further. The room was much too big for your liking and especially one that simply contained a large, king sized bed, bedside table, cabinet and mirror. But the colours sent shivers down your spine. While everything was white and the odd time a pale blue in Heaven, you noticed that Hell prefered deep, crimson red, black and grey. 
Everything was dark, accented with colours that’d be forbidden in heaven and flames lit up the halls. Even this room that you had figured was where medical treatment was carried out for the Kings inner circle had a bright flame on each wall. You'd never seen a fire in your life before today, it was prohibited in Heaven, the council demanding that it was too dark. 
However, you lift your hand, fingers stretching upwards as you ran one through the fire. Despite the awful rumours you heard about the stuff. You don't feel anything, not even a slight burn as they sat in the middle of the flame. The sight was hypnotic, really and you stare lustfully toward the flame that kisses your fingertips.
Next, you find yourself staring into a connecting bathroom where a rather large bath sits, already full and you slip your bottom lip in between your teeth. You were dirty with a little bit of dried blood still seeping between bandages and there was still ash stuck between your feathers. A dirty angel wasn’t a good angel. Every angel hated feeling dirty, there was nothing worse and in Heaven, nothing more disrespectful.
You shudder, feeling the ashes rubbing between feathers and as you move, you feel the blood, stiff and wine red against your cheeks.
A bath sounded lovely. But you shouldn’t – but you absolutely could.
Looking back towards the bed you’d woken up in, you debate going back where you’d wait for someone to collect you. But your entire body hurt and beneath plenty of bandages, you knew there was bound to still be wounds that were yet to heal. Your muscles were tense and the bath looked so inviting with a thin layer of bubbles on top. The smell of lavender wafts around the room, much different to the grotesque burning you’d endured earlier. So hesitantly, you step in, nearly jumping as bare toes touch the marble flooring. 
Angels are always cautious, sometimes too cautious and that peaks as you triple check that the connecting door was locked before you peel the thin dress over your head, only wincing when you extend your arms and the fabric brushes against your feathers. It made you feel gross because by now the once white dress was many different shades of grey and red.
Water moves around your figure as you sit in the deep bathtub, ending where your neck began. You had never had a warm bath, always cold. The hot water had run out in heaven by the time you were allowed to bathe causing you to wash yourself in freezing cold water, shivering as the luffa would come in contact with your skin. 
But now you were bathing in warmth. It felt like a hug, but... the best hug you could possibly imagine – that was, once you overcame the initial pain that came with dipping semi-fresh wounds into hot water, bubble bath disinfecting what the demon had missed.
Soapy suds move around your legs as they drew into your chest. You stare at the wall, dumbfounded at what was happening. Surely this was a trick, a trick to get angel's hopes up before they were almost destroyed.
Like
 some kind of last meal. Only you were getting pampered.
By now, you had expected to be screaming, each feather on your wings being torn from your back. That's what you were told would happen to angels when they reached hell. You pictured the king as ugly, as a cruel and wicked monster but he definitely was not– or at least from what you’d seen so far. You’d simply been mesmerized by him from the very curl of his lips to the curls upon his head.
He had spoken to you so gently, almost afraid that if he spoke too loud you’d crumble and you knew that after everything you’d endured that you wouldn’t but he had been hesitant. Even when he ghosted fingertips through the ends of knotted hair and instructed that you get taken straight to the med bay. But you were long passed out by then. Too long gone to hear even the slightest bit of concern that laced his voice.
Even Harrison had gaped at the small inkling of concern evident in his best mate.
Your wrists move up your legs and you catch a black mark on your wrist. Inspecting the mark closer, your eyes widening and you want to scream – maybe you should’ve screamed. It was a crown, plain and simple and with a gasp you shove your hand back into the water, scrubbing the skin roughly underneath the water to the point where you swore it was going to turn sickly red. And it did, you scrubbed your wrist until it was raw. 
Emerging it from the from warm water, the little crown still clear as day much to your dismay. You suck in your breath, more fears then you worried you’d be able to handle seeping into your chest. Angels weren’t meant to endure stress and you’d taken in more at times then what some angels did in a lifetime. So you could handle this, right? 
Of course it was. Everyone in the underworld has tattoos, however, they called them marks. Marks that signified sin. You figured that the tattoo meant you were his, you were now in his kingdom forever. That this tattoo appeared on every angel who fell down to the depths. Only you couldn't be more wrong.
Sighing and slipping further back into the water, you allow your hair to float around you in perfect formation. Relax, they haven't killed you yet. You try. Only that doesn’t halt the panic that races through your veins at lightning speed. 
It was hard to relax though, you were trapped in a foreign place with people you didn't know... who didn't know you either. All you knew was that they were powerful, ruthless and wouldn't hesitate when it came to snapping your neck or taking your wings and you’d already hurt one of them.
- “I’ve never seen you act so soft before.”
Harrison Osterfield was a long time friend of Toms. They’d stuck by each other's sides since they were younger, rarely ever separating and it was what made the two of them so strong. By themselves
 sure, you’d be stupid to try and fight even one of them and you’d die before even laying a hand on the demons but together they were beyond lethal. They had done things that would make the angels weep at the thoughts. 
“I’m not going soft,” Tom shakes his head, staring down at the old book he’d managed to dig up out of his father's old belongings. His mind kept wavering to the little angel sleeping in one of his spare rooms down the hall. “I just
 I don’t know what happened. It was only a split second.” 
Harrison chews on a grape, legs kicked up on the table and if it were anyone else Tom would’ve had them banished. The dining room in the kingdom was wide and the two boys sat at a rather large table with a beautiful rug beneath it. A flame was lit, lighting up the table, colour licking Toms already highlighted cheeks only emphasising his cheekbones.
“So explain it to me again, I’m having a hard time
 processing it all.” Harrison mutters with furrowed brows. His words are slightly muffled as he bites into another grape, chewing on the delight as he waits for Tom to answer.
“You and me both” Tom groans, finding nothing to do with what he was looking for. The book only seemed to speak nonsense to the demon. “Me and her, I think we’re part of a prophecy. It’s one my dad used to tell me a lot but I thought it was just a story.” Tom stops, wetting his lips before he continues. “He used to tell me a story about a gift, something to give me – or the king strength and she did that, I felt it straight away and I felt her. I felt her pain and her fear.”
“I just don’t understand, The prophecy can’t be an angel, it's supposed to give you power." Harrison looks at him, sitting in utter disbelief. "If it’s meant to be a gift then wouldn’t it be an item?"
“I was fading away before she came, muttering nonsense and I couldn’t even roll over. It’s barely been six hours and all ounce of life has returned to me. It has to be her, there’s no other explanation.” Tom slams the book shut, finding nothing about the story he was so used to hearing as a child. He begins to wonder if Harrison was right and his dad had made the stories up. “Plus, I can’t even imagine hurting her– ever, and I’m a demon, hurting people is what I do. I think I’d rather snap my own neck then lay a hand on the angel.”
Harrison was gobsmacked as he listened, almost wondering if his best friend had gone utterly mad. 
“Are you sure your illness just hasn’t gone to your head?” He stifles his chuckles at Toms hard glare and straightens up. "Doesn't mean you're stronger, you're just the way you should be. Maybe you just got better, Tom, that happens you know?"
Tom let out a breath as one of his servants put down a tray of fruit on the table after Harrison had so selfishly eaten all Toms lunch. Not that he minded, there were tons more where it came fron, but with a wicked smirk, the king looks at the server and immediately, the small demon was pressed against the wall, gasping for breath. Harrison's eyes widen. 
"Fuck." he breathes as Tom feels that familiar rush of adrenaline rush through him. 
Applying more pressure before he let go of the demon with his mind. He falls to the floor, scrambling back onto his feet before running out of the room, not even turning to look back at his king as he did so. Tom feels power bubbling in the pit of his stomach, something he had long let go of since coming down with his illness.
"I told you, she's part of that prophecy," Tom smirks grabbing a grape from the pile of fruit. He bites into it, the sweet taste exploding between sharp teeth. Sweet, just like the angel that had fallen into a dull corner of hell. 
Sweet, just like the small glimmer of hope he’d seen adorn her eyes before she’d passed out, stumbling against him.
Sweet, just like your voice. Though you were hurt and fearful (and he could feel every ounce) you spoke as smooth as honey. Sugary, sweet, teeth rotting honey.
"Great then. She's also an angel." Harrison looks at his king. "So gain whatever power you’re talking about then get rid of her." He mutters. Harrison speaks carelessly shrugging in his button up, raven shirt. Tom narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t allow his anger to consume him. Not when it came to his best friend. 
“One more word about her and It’s your neck I’ll be snapping in two,” Tom replies harshly, biting into yet another seedless fruit taken straight from the mortal world. "She isn't meant to be used, Harrison." Tom looks at him. "If she leaves, my power leaves. I go back to being sick and bedridden and that is the last thing I want right now." Harrison let out a breath.
"Then lock her up—" He starts.
"She will not be treated as a prisoner. She..." Tom wets his lips, tasting the sweet remains of his snack. "I'm connected to her."
"Connected?" Harrison raised his eyebrows.
"Whenever she was in pain I felt it." Tom glared at him. "The bruises that formed on my skin were placed on hers first." He explained. A wave of anger ran through him when he thought of her with a single bruise on her skin but now she was littered in many from her fall. 
Harrison's eyes widen. “If you’re right and this is all some kind of... wild thing I let myself believe then you can say I told you so, but let me see if I’m right before you start with your shit.”
"You’re gonna fall in love with her, and what do you think will happen then? Do you think they’ll still want you on the throne? You’re putting yourself in danger – she’ll become a weakness." He whispers as if love was suddenly forbidden in hell – because it surely wasn’t. 
His father had adored his mother greatly, falling in love with her easily. However, it still wasn’t the best thing for the king of hell.
Tom nods his head, eyes hardened as he steps out of his chair. “If I do then so be it. My people can deal with it and if they can’t? We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I need to go and see the angel.”
- When Tom knocks three times and you don’t answer, he pushes the door open. He would’ve let himself grow worried for your lack of response if not for the fact that he could feel your presence. You were an odd mixture of calm and panicked and he didn’t allow himself to measure which feeling outweighed the other. He did, however, let the feelings simmer long enough to feel something else. Something he couldn’t yet put his finger on.
Tom feels the flames licking his cheeks as he steps into the room you’d been placed in. He placed you there – on the single bed, that is, and had watched as the demons set to work, bandaging and holding ice to your wounds. He’d watched with his teeth practically piercing his gums as they cleaned rocks out of your fingers and hair. He watched with piercing eyes to make sure no one got too close or hung around for too long. 
He watches without a word, paying little mind to the energy that somehow runs through his veins – nor the fact that he was visibly growing more powerful by the minute. For he stares curiously, trying to decipher why you had the odd black wing tucked beneath your white – now ashy grey ones. And he asks himself with no answer why you had no halo. All angels had a hallow. It was a sign of their purity.
Now, the covers were drawn back but the cup of water sat untouched. The blinds were still drawn and there was no sign of an escape. He hates that word – escape. It made it sound like you were a prisoner which you weren’t. There is, however, a closed bathroom door.
But not even a second later it opens and you step out. Wearing merely a cotton towel instead of the tattered and torn gown he’d seen you in last. 
You jump apon spotting the demon, letting out a small noise of shock – if you could even call it that and Tom puts his hands up in surrender. 
“Hi,” He speaks. 
Though his small ‘hi’ sounds more like a question as he tests the waters and when you don’t respond, merely look down at your uncovered, blistered feet he speaks up again. “You can talk to me, you know? I won’t bite.”
Your mouth feels so dry and you were yet to have a drink or even try speaking after the fall. But it’s not that that keeps your lips sealed shut as if they’d been superglued. It was the fact that this was him. And it’s not like your sudden fear goes unnoticed too. Because Tom feels it and while the weight on his chest doesn’t necessarily affect him, he’s aware that you currently want to disappear. He’s aware that he scares you yet he shouldn’t and he wishes that he didn’t.
Your heart is thumping in your chest, ears ringing and your palms grow clammy, though that may have been due to the extraordinary heat.
“You probably will.” Your voice is small, merely a squeak and Tom resist the urge to chuckle. 
“I promise I won’t, yeah?” It’s a promise that the King swears to keep. Something that didn’t happen often. “Want to tell me how you got here, darling? Because it’s not every day that angels just jump into Hell.”
Tom smiles, noticing you’d taken advantage of the warm bath he’d run you. He hoped you liked the bubbles too, and the scent he’d stolen from Harrison's room. Your hair was still hanging in wet strands but it was cleaner then before, no longer an ugly ashy colour, and the wine stain coloured blood has left your cheeks but there’s bruises – most definitely. They line your legs and your back, trekking up your arms and the grazes still prevent you from intertwining your hands together.
“I didn’t jump, I fell.” You correct him. You speak up a little more this time, though your gaze still remains on the floor instead of the handsome demon. Tom takes one step forward and you take one step back. “On purpose?”
“I
 don’t know.” You answer, genuinely having difficulty remembering what had happened moments before you fell. Everything was a blur and as it was, you still had decided that you liked Hell more then Heaven.
Tom furrows his brows, knotting a set of hands together behind his back. “Were you pushed?”
“No– no way, I wasn’t pushed.” You shake your head, lifting your gaze just enough to spot him for a second before snapping it back to the floor. Cheeks heat up, rising to the temperature of the room though that could either be due to your body adjusting to the heat or spotting the look on the king's face. Catching your short glimpse, he allowed his lips to curl up in a cheeky, semi-grin. 
“Enough about this for now. Your name, it’s Y/N, correct?” Tom prompts. “How do you know my name?” Your eyes widen, wings hiding away behind your back. 
Tom steps forward again. Only this time you don’t step back. You’re not scared by the energy he projects. It’s not dangerous – or at least it doesn’t feel dangerous. He hasn’t got you shaking into the cotton towel or begging for your life much as you’d expected. Instead, you hardly budge. 
“Darling, I’m the king of Hell, I know everything.” He replies coyly. “I’m Tom.” The king holds his hand out, waiting for you to shake it and you glance at his outstretched hand with much hesitation. Surely he was going to shock you – or break your arm when you took his hand at the least. You wait for him to lower his hand, but seeing your unmoving form Tom keeps his hand outstretched and deciding that it was now or never, you carefully take his hand.
Nothing happens. Nothing. He only guides your intertwined hands up and down a few times before letting go and you’re positively gobsmacked. A wave of relief washes over you, one that’s felt by the two of you. Absolutely nothing happens but surely he had to be plotting something, right? He was the king of the underworld, a demon and practically a god.
Wrong. Tom bites back a smile, mind the clearest it’d been in months and saying he felt sparks when he took your hand was far too cliche – especially for the king. So he merely stares blankly, ignoring the evident sparks that’d shot up his hand as he took yours. And he ignores the temptation to do it again.
“Tom.” You speak softly, testing the name out. He basks in the sound of his name falling from your lips so clearly. It slips past your lips like honey, floating sweetly through the room. Feeling his eyes practically boring holes into you, you pull the towel closer to your body, hugging your arms against your chest. “If you don’t mind, I need to
 I should
”
Directing your gaze to the set of clothes that had been left sitting on the edge of the bed, Tom gapes. You’re stepping around him carefully, hardly making a noise as you creep, every move more calculated then the last.
“Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll let you get changed.” He says. But he doesn’t move yet. Tom watches as you creep towards the bed – slowing down on the way over only to touch the burning flames that keep the room lit. He expects you to wince – to retreat your hand into your chest but your fingers dance around the flame, playing a sick game. He hardly makes it out of the room. "Doesn't that hurt?"
Tom continued to watch intently, as you let your fingers play with the flame. Something that could burn even some of the weakest Demons. Not him though, and apparently not you. From his bed, he could see your fingers that weren't even tinted red, no sign of burns as you pull it back. Retreating from the blaze.
"I-, No." Your voice was quiet but he heard clear as day.
He pressed again. "Not at all?"
You fiddled with your fingers. "Is it supposed too?"
Tom shook his head, of course it didn't hurt. You were supposed to spend your lifetime down there with him, surrounded by the scolding heat that sent some people insane. Demons and fallen angels alike. Of course you were immune and the sight impresses him to say the least.
Tom struts around with those raven wings, the ones you'd been shown photos of and warned to stay away from at all costs. Even laying a hand on the charcoal coloured feathers was said to cause excruciating pain but you don’t stop your wandering thoughts that wonder just for a second if what you’d been taught was true. The demons would corrupt you, they told you. But now you were standing mere meters in front of one and you felt the same as you did in Heaven.
Maybe Heaven was your Hell.
The brunette coughs. “I’ll leave now but
 you're going to be eating dinner with me."
Your eyes widen in shock. "W-with you?" 
First, he offered a shower, then clean clothes that were free of any trace of Heaven and what they'd done to you, and now you were supposed to sit and eat?
He smirks. "That's what I said, was it not?"
"No, I just-,"
"What? Never eaten dinner with a demon before?" You shake your head, well duh. "Relax, my teeth will be biting into the food, not you." His comment makes all blood run to your cheeks  – you were seemingly hotter than the flames that you'd just touched, skin blazing.
You'd never eaten dinner with a demon, nor had you eaten with a king before and your heart was practically beating out of your chest as you stood in front of the king of hell that you'd met merely hours ago. Tom could hear every beat, feel every shake that racked your body.
"Relax." He muttered. "I won't hurt you, you're my-, my guest." He had to stop himself from saying what he desperately wanted to. 
You nod, "Do you uhh-, do you hurt your guests?"
"Usually." He shrugs. Only after does he notice your shudder. "But you're not just a guest." Tom corrects, his black shirt rising. "Get changed and I’ll get Harrison to come and grab you in ten.”
This had to be some kind of joke, surely he was leading you to your demise. He was going to feed you poison food. Put blades in between mashed potatoes and spit on whatever else would be put on your plate. Spit on it? You shake your head, that was weak. Surely the king of pain and punishment would do more.
You swallow, watching the door close behind him and release a quiet sob into the towel that belonged to the one person you were never supposed to converse with. It that felt wrong. Because that’s what you’d been told – that was how you’d grown up. Never once had you felt comfortable anywhere and Hell was no different. 
What had you gotten yourself into?
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The Lion with the Raven Wings Chapter 4
In a world where soulmates recognize each other on their marks, two souls find each other due to a common course.
Cullen joined the Inquisition because he wanted to help, to redeem himself. Not in his wildest dreams, he would have ever imagined he would meet his soulmate. Raven just wanted to prevent further bloodshed, not be the Herald of Andraste nor meet her soulmate in the middle of a war.
Can they help become each other the best version of themselves and prevail together, or will they both shatter at their own insecurities?
A Soulmate AU
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If you have missed the previous chapter,s you can find it  here
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The first time he witnessed her dismounting far away from the others, he thought nothing of it. The second time he didn't pay it any attention. The third time he found it odd. The fourth time he believed that it had something to with her companions, especially with the Qunari. This theory proved wrong when he saw the two of them animated talking in the tavern.
After that, he kept wondering what motivated her to mount and dismount away from the others. Then he noticed that she gave the stable a wide berth.
From then on, he kept observing her interactions meticulously, searching for the cause of this strange behavior.
He had the epiphany one day as he was grooming Maximilian, his own horse, outside the stables. He planned to bring him to the fields behind Haven later to let him roam.
He saw Raven out of the corner of his eyes, leaving Harrit's station. She bid the men at the forge farewell. She then turned towards him.
A smile began to form on her face when she saw him. But before it was the smile he was used to from her, it froze. Her face turned white. She took a step backward, fear evident on her face.
This was the exact moment Cullen realized she was afraid of horses. And it probably didn't help that Max was a big black stallion. He took Max reins and led him into the stable. 
Cullen made sure his horse was taken care of as quickly as possible, but since Max didn't like any of the stable boys, Cullen had to do all the work. Usually, he savored to do it, but not today.
Raven was long gone when he left the stables. While he was walking to her cabin, he was formulating a plan on how to help her. So that she at least could be near a horse or at least in the nearer vicinity of one.
He had a solid plan, at least Cullen thought he did when he reached Ravens cabin. He knocked on her door.
He didn't have to wait long till she opened her door. Her face was still pale, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. She seemed as she was ashamed.
"Can I come in?" Cullen asked. She nodded and stepped aside to let him in. 
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, "I am sorry you had to see me like ..." "I am sorry to intrude on you like..." they both started at the same time.
They both fell silent immediately. Cullen cleared his throat. "If it's okay with you, I would like to begin." She nodded, embarrassed.
"First of all, it is okay to be afraid of something. This is nothing to be ashamed of." She opened her mouth, but he cut her off with a shake of his head.
"I am not finished. I got to know you a little bit in the last few weeks, and I've come to the conclusion: You had a bad experience with horses. And I would like to rectify that. I know you love animals, and I think it pains you to be afraid of them. So I want to help you if you want to that is. I am not pressuring you, but I think you would benefit hugely if you could overcome your fear. Be it to ride one or be near one without the need to run immediately." He looked her directly in the eye. "I won't think less of you if this fear proves too great to overcome, but I believe you can. All I ask is you try."
The next day, Raven met Cullen at the gate of Haven, and they went to the fields together. As they drew nearer, she saw horses running around the paddock, grazing. 
She was still some distance from them apart, but her fear seized her. She froze. 
Cullen stopped beside her and pointed at something in the middle of the herd.
"Do you see the foals? Their age ranges from a few weeks old to short of a year." The little ones chased each other, weaving through the adult horses, using them as obstacles.
Two ran at breakneck speed next to each other. Suddenly they bumped into each other so that both went tumbling down to the ground. Raven moved instinctively closer, ready to help if the need arose.
But both sprung up, shook their fur, and continued racing.
Cullen led her to a pasture a little further. A lonely chestnut brown horse was grazing there.
"This is Mara," Cullen explained.  Mara padded towards him when she heard his voice. "She knows I always have a carrot for her."
He sat his backpack on the ground. Then he closed the remaining feet to the enclosure and climbed over the fence. Mara greeted him by nosing at him.
"She is a sneaky one." Cullen laughed. "Always hungry." 
He pulled a carrot from his pocket and presented it to Mara on his flat palm. She immediately snitched it up and started munching.
He beckoned Raven to come nearer to the fence.
"She won't hurt you. First of all, there is a fence between you and her. Second, she is very friendly. My sister used her to teach a lot of children how to ride. Third, my sister trained her personally, and my sister is an excellent horse trainer. And last I am here, and I promise if she acts out, I will throw myself between you."
She nodded. Her fear was strong as ever, but Cullen was right: Mara didn't seem to be dangerous. She let Cullen scratch her neck and muzzle. And Cullen was here. And the few weeks she had known him, she learned that he always tried his hardest to keep the promises he gave.
She took a step forward, and when nothing terrible happened, she took another. 
"Can you give me the backpack?" She swallowed hard. Then she took a deep breath. She bent down to pick the bag up. Then she crossed slowly the area which divided her from the fence.
She realized that when she looked directly at Cullen, it was easier to go nearer the horse. Finally, she stood right before the fence.
Mara stretched her neck towards her and regarded her with a curious look. Then she bent her head towards her.
Raven stood stock still when Mara sniffed at her hair. And then she felt soft lips tickling her cheek. This triggered not fear as Raven would have expected. Instead, it caused a delighted giggle from her.
Mara's lips were very ticklish. Raven knew at that moment that maybe she wouldn't be able to trust all horses, but in time this horse could be her friend, and she knew she had Cullen to thank for that.
@rachelleofalltrades @darlingrutherford @kemvee
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gaylotusthatexists · 6 years ago
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Flightless - Chapter Seven
Fandom: Sanders Sides 
Pairings: Eventual Moxiety, Platonic Prinxiety
Word Count: 2260
Notes: hey, i am so so sorry for the long wait for this chapter. life has been hectic with school and the month of december and exams and stuff, and also some other projects that i'm working on for y'all, but here is a chapter of flightless whilst i have the time (kinda) and motivation to write this. hopefully the next chapter shouldn't take too long haha. hope y'all enjoy :)
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Virgil leant back, with his foot propped up against the wall. He knew that Logan hadn't gotten home yet, since he had already flown up himself to see. So instead, Virgil had decided to stay down in the lobby for a while until Logan returned, which shouldn't be too long, hopefully. At the very least, it was entertaining to watch people walk around the lobby. People watching had always been one of Virgil's favourite past times.
A man with wings almost identical to Virgil's walked up to the desk at the front. Huge, beautiful white wings - looking at the man, he could almost see the appeal to those kind of wings. And, looking a little closer, Virgil could swear he saw hints of red around the feathers. Interesting - perhaps that dye-offer that Talyn had given to him didn't sound that bad.
But the longer Virgil stared at the man, the more he realised that things were not going well.
"Look, I-"
"I'm telling you, it's not dangerous at all," the woman behind the desk said, sounding almost exasperated. "If you want, we can get somebody to escort you round?"
"I don't need escorting!" the man exclaimed. "I need another way to get up there!"
"Look, sir, there's nothing we can do."
"Surely there's something-"
The woman just shook her head. "I'm really sor-"
"Don't apologise to me! Just fix the goddamn problem!"
There was silence for a moment. Everybody else in the lobby had set their attention on the two. Virgil couldn't help but wonder what the problem had been in the first place.
"Sir, if you're not going to be cooperative, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the woman finally said.
The man just stared at her in disbelief. "All of my things are up there. All my equipment, clothing, everything. Can you not even move me to another room?"
"That was the only room available, we've told you-"
"Do you even know who I-"
"Sir," she snapped, "please leave the building."
Completely silence fell upon the room. It was as if the entire world had just paused, stopped at that moment, like it was going to end then and there. Virgil held his breath. Until the man turned and left, and everything went back to normal.
His phone buzzed in his hands - a message from Logan.
16:49 Logan: I've arrived at home.
Virgil glanced over at the stairs, and then out the door. He couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. As if that man had needed help. As if Virgil needed to help him. Part of him just wanted to follow him out there and see if he was alright, if Virgil could help him. He had obviously had a problem, possibly something to do with flying, which Virgil knew all about. And the woman behind the desk hadn't attempted to help him in any way...
Then again, feeling as if something was wrong was just Virgil's constant state of being. Maybe the man would be fine and Virgil was just overreacting.
Unless...
16:52 Me: something happened down here, some dude got into some trouble or something, going to check if he is ok
Virgil put his phone back in his pocket and exited the building, looking around for any signs of that mysterious man. His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it, instead shooting up into the air and down the street. It didn't take him long to spot a familiar pair of white wings. The man had sat on a bench on the side of the street, his head in his hands.
"Hey," Virgil said, floating down to the floor. "You okay, dude?"
The man looked up and scowled. "What do you want? An autograph? Is it that hard to leave a guy alone?"
Virgil frowned, taken aback by his reaction. "Uh... I..." He cleared his throat. "I saw you back at the apartment block. Thought you, uh, might need some help, or something."
The man just stared at him. "So... you don't... you don't know who I am?"
Virgil blinked. "I've never seen you before today."
He let out a sigh. "You know, I've only come across one other person who hasn't recognised me."
"...okay?" Virgil looked him up and down - nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that sprung to mind. "What's your name?"
"Roman. And yours?"
"Virgil."
"Virgil," Roman repeated, smiling. "Hey, Virgil was the name of some Roman poet. Isn't that neat?"
Virgil blew a huff of air out his nose in what could loosely be described as a laugh. "Yeah, I guess that makes us basically soulmates."
Roman let out a hearty laugh. "Platonic soulmates, of course. Unfortunately, my heart belongs to another man."
"Oh really?" Virgil smirked. "And who might that be?"
Roman hesitated. "Well, uh, I'm not quite sure yet, but once I see him, I'll know."
Virgil sat down next to Roman, bringing his feet up onto the bench. "What, so you believe in love at first sight?"
"Of course." He smiled. "Why would you not?"
"I don't know. Maybe because love isn't that simple."
"Who said it was simple?"
"If you fall in love with someone after just meeting them, you're not in love." Virgil looked over at Roman. "You don't know the person well enough to understand your feelings. You have to... get to know them. Let it all happen naturally."
Roman hummed. "That sounds boring, though."
Virgil shrugged. "Can't argue with that. People are hard." He set his feet back down on the ground. "Anyway, I came here to see if you needed help."
Roman groaned. "Look, what happened back there was not my fault. I specifically told the management there that I needed a room with access from the stairs."
"Why? Surely with those amazing wings-"
"I'm not the best flyer," he interrupted, "and you'd better not tell anybody that." He sighed. "I just... What would they do if that exact same situation happened to a person without wings?"
"They'd probably kick that person out," Virgil said, without even thinking. "I mean, in my experience-" He caught himself before continuing, realising what he was about to say. "-from, uh, watching other people, the guys in that place are always giving wingless people dirty looks, and stuff. It sucks, y'know?"
"Ha, tell me about it." His eyes widened. "I-I mean, it does suck. Like, those people have done nothing to deserve that."
Virgil tried to shake away the feeling that Roman was hiding something, instead plastering a smile onto his face. "Glad we can agree. But, uh, we should probably tried to fix this problem of yours."
Roman took a deep breath in, and let a deep breath out. "How? I can't just walk back in there. And I can't explain it, either. If they- If they find out why I can't fly up there, my whole career could be ruined." He locked eyes with Virgil. "If anyone finds out that I'm-" he brought his voice down to a whisper- "not the best flyer, I'm basically dead."
"Okay, drama queen, we'll figure out a way to get you a room without letting out your biggest secret."
Virgil wondered for a moment why he was helping this stranger - having to get him up to the apartment without letting the secret get out seemed like a lot of work, which Virgil wasn't particularly keen on, and he still had no idea why it was so important that people don't know that this man couldn't fly well. Then again, when the two had first spoke Roman had seemed to act as if he was famous, or something. Like a lot of people knew who he was. And Virgil wouldn't have been surprised if his wings had something to do with the fame, since Roman cared so much about them. Whatever the case, he didn't want to let this man down, and Virgil had no idea why he felt that way.
Virgil took his phone out of his pocket, noticing that he had received a fair amount of messages from Logan.
16:53 Logan: What do you mean? What happened?
16:54 Logan: I just saw you leave the building. Please message me to let me know if you're okay.
17:05 Logan: It's been over ten minutes and you still haven't responded, are you okay?
17:06 Logan: Wait, I just heard that there was some problem with some singer down in the lobby, is that anything to do with what's happening?
Virgil glanced up at the time - 17:24. Logan hadn't sent him anymore texts.
Roman leant over Virgil's shoulder. "Who's that?"
Virgil jerked his phone away. "A friend. He lives in the apartment block that you were just in."
"A friend, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Yes!" Virgil exclaimed. "A friend! Nothing more!"
Roman looked almost disappointed. "Well, if he's just a friend, why were you in the lobby?"
"I was waiting for him to get home. To visit him. Y'know, like friends do." He began to type out a response.
"And why are you texting him now when we should be figuring out how to get me into my apartment?"
Virgil pressed 'send'. "To see if he can help."
17:26 Virgil: hey lo. idk if it's that singer guy you were talking about but he needs helps. any chance i could bring him back to your apartment?
Roman skimmed through the message. "You think this guy can help?"
Virgil shrugged. "He's dedicated his entire life to helping people who, uh, 'aren't the best flyers', I guess. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help."
His phone bleeped, signalling a reply from Logan.
17:27 Logan: I suppose I can see what I can do. Feel free to bring him up.
"And look at that, he said yes. Let's go." Virgil stood up and lifted himself into the air, beginning to make his way down the street. Roman looked up at him, helplessly.
"Hey, uh, Virgil?" he called. "Remember how I said that I 'wasn't the best flyer'? And how you said this guy 'helps out people who aren't the best flyers'?"
Virgil turned around. "Oh, right, uh..." He held out his hand. "Here, I'll help you."
Roman frowned. "You'll... what?"
"Take my hand and I'll help you fly up there."
"Why are we flying there?" he asked. "Can't we just walk?"
"I'd rather not risk walking into the lobby with you and getting kicked out again. We can reach my friend's apartment without walking through the building."
"But I can't fly."
"You can if you're holding my hand."
"What if you drop me? What if I'm too heavy?"
Virgil sighed, and landed on the pavement. "Look, I was the best flyer in class at school. I'm the best flyer in my family, in my friend group, even in my university class now. I'm training to do search and rescue in the airforce, which literally requires helping people who struggle to fly by helping them to fly to get out of danger, which is basically what I'm offering to do now. So-" he held out his hand- "do you trust me?"
Roman took in a deep breath, clearly still unsure, but took his hand anyway. "Okay. Off we go?"
Virgil smirked, and shot into the air, dragging Roman along behind them. They soon came high enough to feel the cool wind against their faces, to feel the breeze stroking through their hair, through their wings as they surged forward. Glancing over at Roman, Virgil noticed that he was smiling, laughing with glee. Maybe Roman had never experienced this before. Maybe he couldn't fly at all, and this was his first experience in the air. Virgil knew how special that could be.
"This is amazing!" Roman exclaimed. "Is this how it always feels? Why don't people talk about this more?"
"Most people take flying for granted," Virgil replied, slowing down a little to allow himself to navigate the city. "They forget how fantastic it can be. Which is why people who struggle with flying probably have it better - they never forget the feeling."
Roman hummed. "But people who can fly actually get to do this."
"True. But when those who can't always are finally able to, they find it to be the best feeling in the world." He looked back at Roman. "Speaking from personal experience."
Roman frowned. "I thought you said you were a good flyer? The best flyer, actually."
Virgil nodded. "Yeah. But also I have an issue that means sometimes I can't fly. I'm working on it, trust me, but on days like this when I can fly to my hearts content..." He smiled. "I can never forget how great it feels."
Why he was opening up to this complete stranger, Virgil didn't know. But what he did know was that he could trust this man, and if he wanted to help him, Roman would have to trust him as well. If that wasn't a good reason to tell Roman the truth, Virgil didn't know what was.
If he was able to open up to Roman so easily, then surely he could do the same to Patton. That was it - he had to tell Patton, tonight.
The two landed on Logan's balcony, Roman still smiling like crazy. But then when he stepped into the apartment and laid eyes on Logan, his smile faded.
"Logan? The guy from the theatre? Is- Is that you?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Prince Roman. Fancy seeing you here."
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homesoutofhuman · 6 years ago
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Daddy Issues: John Wick/Reader Chapter 8- Bell, book and candle
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White horses on a troubled sea
Your smile will flash through time
Up ahead a blackbirds wing
Your hair will come to mind
Every time I see your face
When I have to pray
I need a bell, book and candle
To keep your ghost away
-Bell, book and candle - Eddi Reader
John sleeps heavily, his dreams so vivid they seem real. He has you, under his hands again, on the couch. But this time, he kisses down the length of your spine, unclasping your bra and turning you over in his arms. Your face is warm with want, and when he kisses you, his name falls from your lips like a prayer. He touches you, and you’re wet, sighing against him and pleading with him to take you.
He listens to you begging him for a few moments, revelling in it, pushing you to the point where you’re promising every wicked thing under the sun if he will just fuck you, before he finally lets himself get what he wants, pushing inside your warm tightness with a groan...
...Ring ring...
John curses out loud and grabs the phone, voice groggy from sleep, pushing at his morning wood to make it go away.
“Yeah?”
“Jesus John, were you sleeping? I’ve never known you to sleep in
”
“Aurelio
” John scrubs a large hand over his face “what time is it?”
“It’s nearly ten, I’m guessing you’re missing work today.”
“Shit!” John leaps up
“Don’t worry
” says Aurelio, calm. “I doubt anyone would dare give you any trouble about it.”
“It’s not that
I meant to call the nanny and let her know she could have a late start...we had a hell of night
”
“Oh really?” John can hear Aurelio’s smug smile through the phone.
“Not like that...Connor was sick
”
“Is he better now?” Aurelio’s voice turns serious, concerned.
“Yeah...he’s
” John glances into the boy’s room to find it empty, panicking a moment before he hears to sound of you and Connor playing downstairs. You must have let yourself in and got the boy up all on your own without waking him.
“He’s fine
”
“And how is the hot nanny?” Aurelio’s voice goes back to teasing.
John peeks down the stairs to see you are both okay, then walks back into his bedroom, shutting the door.
“Can I be honest? It’s a living nightmare. I’m so on edge around her...I keep making excuses to touch her. It’s not good my friend.”
Aurelio sighs “and there’s not a chance she could be the one to break your dry spell?”
“I can’t expect that. Firstly, she would never look at me in that way. Second, even if she did, I’m her employer, it’s wrong.”
“Then I guess you won’t mind that I set you up with a date tomorrow night then.”
“What?!” John thunders down the phone, outraged.
“Great.” replies Aurelio snarkily. “Her name is Sarah. You’ll meet her at Francino’s at 8pm, wear something other than black, and make an effort to smile, okay?”
John opens his mouth to protest but Aurelio has already hung up. He starts to call him back but he hears a loud shout from downstairs so goes to investigate, almost forgetting about the phone call.
You’re swinging Connor around high in the air and he is squealing with laughter, his chubby face pink with glee.
John attempts a frown, but his heart melts. “If he throws up on you don’t blame me.”
You set Connor down, who promptly tugs at your skirt for ‘more’ but you shake your head.
“You’ll still not completely better
we’re taking it careful, aren’t we Daddy?”
You turn to John, who, at the sound of that word from your mouth, has turned pale, all the blood rushing from his head to a destination much further south.  Trying to hide his reaction from you, he contemplates throwing himself out of the window, or at the very least into an ice cold shower.
“Yeah
” he replies, voice hoarse, moving to the kitchen to make you both a coffee.
You blink a bit, leaving Connor to play, and follow him.
John glances up, having caught his breath and hidden his hard-on, he manages to smile at you. “You should have woken me
”
“You looked...so peaceful
”
It’s your turn to blush. Having let yourself in as usual in the morning and finding the house quiet, you had peeked into John’s room and seen him, dark hair ruffled, bearded face squashed against the pillow, letting out soft snores and sighs as he slept deeply. The covers pulled back just enough for you to see his bare chest, a line of dark hair running down it. You got to see what you suspected, that he is in amazing shape, muscles on his arms rounded and his chest toned, with just enough matured softness to make him achingly touchable.
You are in no doubt of how much you desire him. You just have to keep it hidden.
“I was having a good dream actually
” John chuckles softly to himself and you wonder what inspires his secret smile.
“But I wanted you to rest as well
” he continues, passing you the coffee cup which you take gratefully.
“I felt pretty rested after last night
.you did help relax me John
”
“I’m glad.” he replies, and you both stand in the kitchen, staring at each other, until Connor runs in and disturbs the moment, demanding cereal.
You get it for him, urging him to eat some fruit as well, and John regretfully goes to get ready for work.
“I’ll see you tonight?” he says, reluctantly hanging by the door.
You sense it, and go to him. “Connor is himself again John. In fact he seems to have even more energy than ever. Please don’t worry.”
“I’m not.” he gives you a wide smile, which is just as startling as his dark, moody looks. It takes your breath away.
“I trust you.”
With that, he’s gone and you’re left gaping like an idiot after him.
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John checks his phone throughout the day, but there are no panicked messages, just a couple from Aurelio informing him there is no backing out now, he’s promised to go on the date, and he wouldn’t stand up a lady would he?
John swears, Aurelio knows his weakness, his wish to be a gentleman and not be rude. He’s caught, but now he needs a babysitter.
It’ll be fine. He tells himself. Maybe this is a good thing, I’m moving on with my life. Y/N is a friend, an excellent nanny, that’s all.
The house is a picture of domestic calm when he returns. Connor has been running you ragged all day, then suddenly the hit with a wave of tiredness, he took himself to bed with little insistence from you, clutching his teddy, .
You take advantage of the quiet and lift out your book, making yourself a cup of tea and sitting by the window. You found an old candle in the back of one of the drawers, and light it, sending a warm glow up the wall, the summer rain starting to fall outside, it is cosy, and you snuggle into John’s armchair, content.
John is loathe to disturb you, so he stands in the doorway for a few moments taking in the scene. The candle sends flickers of light up your skin and into your hair as you bend over your book, your lip caught between your teeth in concentration. John feels winded, as if someone punched him in the stomach. The door bangs on its hinges but you do not jump, you simply look up and smile at him, your eyes as soft
“Hey
.”
It takes every single ounce of control he’s ever cultivated not to run up to you and take you in his arms, but he manages it, walking faltering up to you instead and sitting opposite.
“What are you reading?”
You put your book down so you can give him your full attention.
“Jane Eyre. I’ve read it about ten times I think...but I love it every time.”
“I love it when you find a book like that.” John nods with understanding. “It’s like finding a piece of yourself written down.”
You smile, surprised that he understands, but pleased. “Yes
.exactly. And it’s so romantic...makes me a little weepy.”
John frowns, his almond eyes running over your face for signs of tears but you smile and shake your head to reassure him.
“Don’t worry...I’m at the good part...Rochester is declaring his love for Jane. Of course he teases her about it a bit at first, pretends to be in love with someone else. But they are made for each other.”
“Shame that doesn’t happen in real life
” mutters John and you feel your heart drop a little, sad he doesn’t believe in soulmates.
“Anyway.” You say, wanting to break the soppy tone. “How was your day?”
John takes a breath “Actually...a bit eventful. I need to ask you a favour. Are you free tomorrow night?”
You feel a little dizzy, your stomach flipping. Is John asking you out? Your mind goes blank for an answer, but of course your heart is screaming yes, yes.
“I have a date, I was hoping you could look after Connor.” He goes on, and suddenly you feel stupid. Of course it isn’t you, you’re the nanny, a stupid girl who believes in Byronic heroes falling for plain governesses.
John sees your crestfallen expression, and wonders what he said wrong.
“I would let you have the day off in exchange of course, and pay you double for the evening.”
You hold up a hand to stop him, the thought that he thinks you’re upset about the money makes you feel sick.
“It’s fine John. I can do it...what time?” You keep your words clipped and formal. Since you’re just the nanny you’ll let him feel it.
John frowns “I need to be there at 8pm but
”
“I’ll be here at 7.30pm, you can’t leave a lady waiting.” You get up as fast as you can, grabbing your bag and shoving your jacket a little angrily inside.
John stands up abruptly to see you out but you’re already leaving, blowing the candle out as you go. John stands in the middle of the room, the smell of candle smoke in his nostrils, wondering what the hell just happened. He picks up the book you left behind and takes it to bed with him.
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You’re fuming, but you can’t explain why. John simply asked you to change the hours of your work, and you agreed, you didn’t have to.
And yet
The thought of him going on a date. Of his soft brown eyes turned on another woman, talking about Connor in that adoring way he does, of him putting the moves on her, leaning in a little too close, lifting her chin to kiss her goodnight.
You have to go for a run to release some of your anguish, pounding your feet against the pavements, feeling your muscles burn and welcoming it. You hope the physical exertion will block of the insistent image of John’s mouth glistening wet with wine at his dinner, but it fails.
You know Connor will be in bed by the time you get to John’s so you buy yourself a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to take with you, thinking you can bring yourself a little comfort that way. You realise you’ve left your copy of Jane Eyre at John’s house, so you figure you can spend the evening drowning yourself in Victorian romance and forget about real life for a while.
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reignmyworld · 6 years ago
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You don’t swim with sharks, unless you accidentally swim with sharks... - Roman Reigns x Reader
Summary: You, Roman and your friends decide to go on a vacation on a little island to recharge your batteries from the constant WWE tour stress. When Roman decides that he wants to go down in a shark cage, you are anything but content with that decision. Of course, things don’t go according to plan and you find yourself fearing for his life.  
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader
Tag List:  @iwritewwe @trixdeee @calwitch @alexisbagans143 @rollins-princess214 @vebner37 @scuzmunkie @the-queens-reign @mermaid-at-heart
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Being on the road for the majority of the year was never easy, even if it was with the people you loved and cared for. You had just ended the European leg of the WWE househows, including the RAW taping in Manchester and you couldn’t wait to have a few days off. You were looking forward to that vacation ever since the officials agreed to it and now it was just around the corner. You knew that Roman was looking forward to having a few days off just as much as you did. You had been together since your NXT days and apart from a few tiny arguments here and there, you were going strong most of the time. You had the feeling that you had found not only your partner for life and in crime in him, but also your best friend and your soulmate and you knew that Roman was feeling the same about you.
It had been one evening when the both of you were invited to Dean’s and Renee’s house for some delicious barbecue that you ended up dreaming how great it would be to leave the tour stress behind and just have a few beautiful days for yourselves. Since both Dean and Roman were of the opinion that taking action would be way better than talking, it didn’t take long until they found themselves knocking at Vince’s office door a few days after, negotiating whether they could have a few days off. Although the man had his flaws and you certainly weren’t content with every decision he was making - especially if said decision turned out to be a major disadvantage for you or your boyfriend - you nevertheless respected him. And contrary to the omnipresent opinion with regard to his persona, he indeed did care that his talent got the time off they needed to rest.
Neither you nor Renee were aware that Dean and Roman went straight to the CEO and both of you were equally surprised when they informed you that you would be flying to a beautiful little Hawaiian island so you could recharge your batteries. Since the four of you were close friends in and out of the WWE, you were extremely happy that you would be experiencing that adventure together.  There was just one big flaw in that plan. You wanted to see the result, but you were way too lazy to plan it. Searching for and booking flights, finding a suitable accommodation, figuring everything out
 You had to admit that you were rather bad at that. Roman had found that out as well rather early in your relationship and he always teased you that you should feel beyond lucky that you were on the same roster since he would take care of the responsibility of planing each trip for himself and you quite alike. You knew that you could trust him and you were absolutely happy that he was willing to make sure that you wouldn’t get lost somehow along the several city stops you had to make.
„Without you I would be completely lost.“, you chuckled as you tried to book everything on your own once and failed miserably as you accidentally entered the right city but the wrong state, wondering how everything that came up didn’t make any sense at all. „I still have no idea how you made it through life till now without getting absolutely lost, never to be found again.“, Roman laughed out loud as he took your notebook that day, filling in all of the necessary details and presenting you a detailed travel plan just shortly after. That day you knew that he would be in charge from now on, just to make sure that you would arrive everywhere safe and sound. Much to your surprise he volunteered when it came to the planning process of your vacation and since neither Renee nor Dean were too eager to put all of their work into it either, it was your boyfriend, who came up with a pretty detailed travel schedule just days after.
„I can’t believe that we will head to Maui tomorrow already. And I had no idea how much I needed to break away from our daily, busy schedule.“, you whispered as you were cuddling against Roman’s body while his fingertips drew little circles on your back, both of your bodies still sweaty from the passionate last hour you had shared.  He was lazily smiling down at you, as he replied: „Me too baby. I thought it would be perfect for us. It’s the smallest island of Hawaii, meaning there shouldn’t be too many people surrounding us. And the place we’re going to stay is a beautiful mansion, nothing too luxurious as it is rather old, but nevertheless big enough that it has wings, meaning we’re not being interrupted by Dean and Renee and on the other hand we don’t have to turn our volume down if we’re getting louder.“ He was wriggling his eyebrows, giving you a seductive look, causing you to laugh out loud as you playfully slapped his arm. „Babe, although I have absolutely no problem with staying in bed with you for the majority of the day, making love to you again and again, that’s certainly not going to happen while we’re at that island. I want to see something there, go for a walk, go swimming. The whole deal, you know?“, you grinned at him. Roman just shrugged his shoulders and mumbled „What a pity.“ But before you could scold him, he was kissing you passionately and just minutes later you were moaning out his name again.
The first few days on Maui were beautiful. You went on a long hike on the island, taking in the beauty of the landscape and the comfy feeling of the beautiful town. Roman hadn’t made promises, that he couldn’t keep. There weren’t too many people on this island and your house indeed was fantastic, giving you the privacy that you needed, while Renee and Dean had theirs as well. Approximately three days had already passed and you definitely could get used to just staying here. And you knew that your friends were feeling the same. You didn’t want to think about the time your flight would bring you back to the States. No matter how much you loved your job and you loved having matches almost every day, this right here felt like paradise.
It was early in the morning when the four of you gathered everything you needed for breakfast together, including coffee, bread, bacon, some vegetables and fruits, and headed for the kitchen table to have breakfast there. Just a few minutes later you were all sitting around the kitchen table, chatting a little bit, discussing what you could do today since you had agreed that you wanted to spend a day together instead of splitting up like you had done the last day. Dean was looking through the adverts, that were delivered together with a few magazines once a week, until he held one leaflet up, saying jokingly to the others: "You know what? We should to that." Roman, Renee and you were taking a closer look at what the leaflet was offering and while Renee and you immediately shook your heads in disagreement, Roman was instantly hooked. "You know what, Dean? We should really do that.", he exclaimed, grabbing the leaflet from his best friend's hand and reading through the details.
Although Dean had been joking at first, he had to admit that he actually liked the idea, given that he was always up for things that were adventurous  and somehow dangerous. There was a reason why he was called lunatic after all. "If you're in, I'm in as well, man." , Dean responded, his eyes slightly sparkling with excitement. "Please tell me that the both of you are kidding." ,Renee got out, not feeling too well about that whole idea with Dean laying an arm around her waist, answering: "Come on Renee don't worry. It's going to be completely safe." You were snapping the leaflet out of Roman's hands, eying it skeptically while Renee replied: "Dean, diving with sharks in a damn cage just can't be safe." You were nodding your head in agreement, before asking Roman: "I thought you were terribly afraid of sharks. How can you possibly think that this would be a good idea?" He just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his coffee. "I guess it has something to do with looking your fears in the eye. Maybe I can overcome my shark phobia then. Besides that, they are majestic and breathtaking creatures. So what do you say, baby girl, are you in?“
You looked at your boyfriend as if he had lost his mind completely, saying: "No I'm not. And let me quote a wise man on that as to why I won't be in. Here we go: „First of all sharks are sharks, people are not sharks. You don't swim with sharks, unless you accidentally swim with sharks. Sharks hurt people from time to time
 Especially great whites.“ You got that?" Roman couldn't hide how amused he was by your disbelief, so he just said: "Yeah I got that, loud and clear. But that doesn’t mean that I have to agree.“ You gave him a scolding look but decided to not say anything in return, hoping that he would admit that he joked eventually.  All four of you were discussing that topic for several more minutes and much to your and Renee’s dismiss neither Dean nor Roman were willing to drop it and therefore miss out on diving down into a shark cage. Renee and yourself both were annoyed beyond belief but since you realized that there was no way in talking any sense into them, you both agreed to accompany your boyfriends on their trip although neither Renee nor you exactly felt like doing so.
Approximately one hour later the four of you were on your rented boat, that you had secured at the beginning of your vacation, heading back to the main island of Hawaii in order to book such a shark cage adventure. "I swear to god if they're getting themselves killed, we're going to bring them back and kill them again on our own. Just because we can." , Renee grunted, being completely afraid that something might happen with you nodding your head in agreement, but nevertheless staying silent since you were fuming on the inside. It didn't take you longer than 30 minutes to reach the main island and as soon as you left the boat, Dean and Roman made their way into one of the tiny offices in order to book that shark cage adventure for the both of them.
Just minutes later Dean as well as Roman returned to you and Renee and informed you that you should follow them to the boat, whose captain and crew would bring you to one of the deepest areas of the ocean, where tourists were asked actually not to head to due to the water there being shark infected. Once you were on said boat and it was steered to open water one guy of the crew gave Dean and Roman the instructions they had to follow during the shark cage diving. "Okay guys, you will go down in two different cages in diving gear, however, at the same time. Once you're down, we will close the top of the cages to prevent the shark from getting in there. We then will throw some raw, bloody meat pieces into the water to attract the sharks. If you're lucky you will be able to see a Great White one. It's important that you stay relaxed and don't try to touch them or something like that since they are beasts of prey after all. It will take a couple of minutes and as soon as the shark is gone again, we will open the top of the cage so you can get out. Do you have any questions?"
Before Dean or Roman could ask anything, Renee wanted to know: "How safe are those cages? I mean, have there been any severe accidents in the past?" Dean could clearly see how tense his girlfriend was, hence why he was pulling her closer, holding her tightly to his body, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Carter, the guy giving the instructions, turned his attention to Renee, answering: "You don't have to worry, Miss. Those cages are built pretty safely and although there had been incidents in the past, we are professionals here, knowing how to handle such incidents should anything happen. But I can assure you that we don't expect anything to go wrong." Dean could see that this answer did not really calm Renee so he pulled her even closer, mumbling: "Don't worry, babe. Nothing will happen. I'm pretty sure that everything will go according to plan." Renee tried to stay positive by nodding her head in agreement and replying: "Yeah I hope that you are right.“
Shortly after, both guys put on their diving suits - and no matter how mad you were you had to admit that they looked rather good in them - and moved over to their cages after having been advised to do so. Renee wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips to which he responded right away and mumbled: "Be careful, Dean." He gently stroke her back, responding: "I will babe." Roman, however, looked questioningly at you shaking your head in disagreement. "What? No good luck wishes for me?" , he wanted to know amused with you responding: "I'm on that damn boat, that has to be enough. I'm certainly not wishing you good luck in risking your life." Roman moved closer to you, replying: "I'm not risking my life here, baby. Those cages are save, you have heard Carter." You looked at him in disbelief and got back: "Save my ass. You decided to willingly go diving with sharks. That's what darwinism looks like." Before you could say another word, he pressed his lips on yours. As soon as you broke apart, Roman wanted to know: "You're scared doll, aren't you?" You threw your arms up in frustration, responding: "Of course I am scared. How the hell could you possibly think that diving with sharks would be fun? But just go ahead if that makes you happy.“
With that you wanted to turn around but with one swift move Roman held you back. He was locking eyes with you, his amusement having vanished as he said seriously: „I will be careful. I promise you that Y/N.“ Before you had the chance to respond he was pulling you closer once again, kissing you fiercely and you automatically held on to his arms. As you broke apart both of you were breathing heavy. You were scared and angry at him all at the same time. Usually you didn’t argue much with each other but right now you just couldn’t help doing so. You freed yourself from him, hissing at him: „If you lose a leg or an arm down there, don’t you fucking whine in my presence then because you can’t do your damn job any longer.“ With that you turned around for good, heading back to the upper deck with Roman sighing in frustration and Renee following your example after having kissed Dean one more time. 
When both of you were standing on the upper deck, looking down on Dean and Roman, who stood in front of their respective cages, listening to the last instructions, Renee mumbled: "I just hope that everything is going according to plan." As she realized that you were not responding to her, she glanced over, realizing that you had turned absolutely pale. She gently touched your arm, asking: „Y/N?" with you looking at her questioningly before Renee explained: "I said that I just hope that everything goes according to plan." You were nodding your head in agreement, saying: "Yeah I do so too." before turning silent again.
After what felt like an eternity both guys vanished into the cages, diving down as deep as possible with Carter and another guy from the crew closing the top of the cages. Right afterwards Carter took two buckets with raw and bloody meat, that he was throwing into the ocean, with the smell of it being carried through the ocean to attract a shark or two. Renee and you got more and more nervous as you watched the water turn light red, both of you grabbing each other's hand to reassure yourselves that everything would be fine in the end. "There", Renee mouthed and pointed to the water, where you could see the fin of a shark drawing nearer and nearer. Carter turned round to the both of you, an excited expression on his face, informing you: "Your men really get what they had paid for. What you can see here, ladies, is a Great White coming nearer.“ Neither Renee nor you were able to say anything in return as you absolutely shocked watched that creature of the sea coming nearer until it was close to the cages, feeding on the meat that had been offered by the crew. "I can't even look", Renee mumbled, trying to focus on the cage with Dean inside only, blending out the shark as best as possible while you starred at the shark in fear. There was a reason why one should be afraid of those animals and you still couldn't believe how Roman and Dean could be so dumb to dive with a shark voluntarily.
It felt like hours watching the shark swim around those cages and god knew how the guys were doing down there since they weren't in contact with the crew over microphones and earpieces or something like that. Just as Carter exclaimed "It should be over now, he's drifting away already" and Renee and you dared to breath again, the Great White took a turn, heading right towards the cages. Renee didn't have to think twice to realize that this shouldn't be happening. Her silent "oh my god" almost went unheard when the shark crashed against the cage, shaking the whole boat. "Open the cages, do you hear me? OPEN THE DAMN CAGES." ,Carter yelled and two guys from his crew rushed to grab two poles right away in order to open the cages.
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Renee and you were both shocked, staring at the scenery evolving in front of your eyes while the crew did their best to fight the shark off. "That's it, they're going to die.", you stated as a matter of fact and although Renee could clearly tell that you were in a state of shock, she just hissed at you: "Shut the fuck up and don't say something like that." All she could think about was Dean and him getting out of that damn trap, the caged turned out to be, safe and sound. She was rushing down to the lower deck, trying to get near the cage but one of the crew guys held her back, screaming something at her that she couldn't understand. And as a matter of fact it didn't really matter in the end because just as she was about to break down, she could see Dean breaking through the surface of the water. One of the guys instantly ran to help him with Renee following right away. As soon as they both got Dean out of the cage, Renee was kneeling down instantly, tears running over her face, while she cupped his face, asking with a shaky voice: "Dean, oh my god, are you okay?" with Dean trying to figure out what had happened but just nodding his head instead, answering: "Yeah, I'm fine babe, I'm fine.“
The crew, that tried to scare the shark away somehow, only made him more furious and before anyone could react it found its way into Roman's cage through a bigger aperture the cage was offering. "For god's sake get him out of there.", Carter yelled once more, leaving it completely open whether he was talking about Roman or the shark. Everyone seemed to be trapped in shock somehow, not really knowing how to deal with the situation. Renee and Dean couldn't believe what was happening and both were hoping that everything would miraculously turn out fine. As Renee looked up, she saw you standing next to the crew, stiffened like a statue, an expression on your face, that Renee had never seen before and never wanted to see again.
It felt like hours during which you were watching Roman, whom you couldn't even see, and the shark being trapped in his cage until the Great White finally found its way out again, swimming away from the cage with a wound the cage had ripped in its body. After what felt like an eternity Roman was breaking through the surface of the water, trying to catch his breath while Carter and another guy were helping him out. "Thank god." ,Renee just mumbled while Dean was holding her close to himself, not intending to let her go. "Are you alright?", Carter wanted to know as soon as Roman was standing on the boat again, patting his shoulder. Although he was still visibly shaking, he managed to nod his head, saying: "Yeah I'm fine. All limbs are still there and it didn't get a taste of me." Carter patted his shoulder once more before moving over to his crew, yelling instructions that they should get the boat back to the haven asap.
"Are you really fine, man?" , Dean wanted to know as he and Renee moved over to Roman to make sure that he wasn't injured. He just nodded his head one more time, trying to shake off the shock before he answered: "Yeah I am. I might have peed a little down there, but I'm fine." Dean couldn't help but laugh out loud. That joke was silly but he was glad that neither himself nor his best friend were hurt and that they hadn’t ended as shark food. You were moving over to them as well and as soon as Roman saw you, he asked: "Baby, are you alright?" Instead of giving him an answer, you just slapped him across the face, before you screamed at him, your voice being an echo of your shock, fear and desperation quite alike: "What the fuck did you actually think when going down there? Were you actually thinking something? The next time you try to get yourself killed, make at least sure that I don't have to watch, you fucking asshole." You were beyond scared but attacking him was basically your way of coping with it. Before he could reply anything, you just snapped: "Don't you fucking dare saying something now. Just keep your damn mouth shut.“
With that you were heading back to the upper deck, sitting in a lonely corner, letting your tears fall. You couldn't believe that you could have been witness to see the man you loved dying if the gods weren't in his favor. As you were crying your eyes out, Roman, Dean and Renee were standing on the lower deck, still in disbelief of what had just happened. "What the fuck was that?" ,Roman exclaimed, rubbing his cheek, where you had slapped him. Renee shook her head, slightly mumbling: "Her way of coping that she had to watch you almost getting killed." Dean was holding his girlfriend even closer to his body while saying: "You should probably talk to her, man." Roman just nodded his head, motioning away from his friends, with Dean turning his attention to Renee, quietly saying: "And we should maybe talk as well." But before being able to do so, Renee was cupping his face, kissing him gently before she whispered: "I thought that I would loose you, Dean. I really thought that you would die down there." And with that her tears were falling as well.
You were making yourself as tiny as you somehow could, leaning against the wall next to you, wrapping your arms around your knees as you buried your head into them. All of the desperation you had been feeling before broke free now. When you saw the shark getting into Roman’s cage you were convinced that it was his end. You already saw the huge amount of blood in front of your eyes, heard his screams while he was ripped to pieces by that creature. You had never felt so helpless and it pained you as if he had already left this world. You hadn’t even seen through your own eyes, it was as if you had watched yourself from far above, staring at the scene in front of you, every feeling being gone except for fear and despair. You were not able to move, were not able to hope that it would be alright in the end. All you braced yourself for was, having to learn to live with the man you loved being gone, being killed due to a stupid adventure he wanted to experience. All of that found its way to the surface now. Of course, you were relieved that he made it out alive and that he was doing well. But the fear of facing the sheer risk of him being gone absolutely crashed you down and you could not cope with it. Your whole body was trembling, shaking due to crying so hard.
You didn’t realize that Roman had made his way up to you by now, that he was staring down at you, guilt washing all over him. He was aware that he hadn’t thought about the consequences, was aware that it had been egoistical to just look at his own fun without accepting that you were scared, without wanting to take into consideration that those cages could fail, that something could happen, without wanting to admit that he could have died down there and that you would have had to watch it. He couldn’t forgive himself as he just imagined how he would be feeling if it were you down there, if he had to watch what you had to watch, if he had to fear that this huge shark killed you. He was feeling beyond guilty and he was aware that he couldn’t make up for that easily, that a simply „I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.“ wasn’t enough. He hated himself for putting you into that situation and for seeing you like that, knowing full well that he was the reason for your breakdown.
„Baby girl?“,he wanted to know carefully, motioning closer to you. „J-just f-fuck o-o-off.“, you got out being shaken not only by you tears but by a hiccup quite alike. You didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to have him near you. Roman shook his head although you couldn’t see it as you were burying your own. He moved over until he was able to sit down next to you. And although he knew that it wasn’t the smartest move, that you wouldn’t let him off the hook like that, he pulled you closer, hugging you as tightly as your position allowed him to, as he whispered: „I’m so sorry baby girl. I didn’t think about it, about any of this. I was so sure that nothing could happen, that it would just be a little adventure. I never thought about the ifs and whens, didn’t even waste a thought that you would have to watch if something happened. I’m so terribly sorry as I can only imagine what you were going through. If I imagine that I would have had to watch you down there, I
 I don’t even want to think about that as I would die as well if I lost you.“ You had been listening to him, your despair turning to fury with every word he had been saying. 
As soon as he had ended, you freed yourself from his embrace and before you could think twice you were hammering your fists against his chest, over and over again while you screamed at him, tears streaming down your face: „No, you fucking asshole, you had not thought twice, you got that right. Do you have any idea how I was feeling? How I’m still feeling?! I thought you would die down there, I thought I would have to live my life without you just because you thought it was a fun idea swimming with sharks. I thought I had to watch you die, thought I would lose you forever. Tell me how I should go on without you, huh? Have you ever thought about that, you fucking idiot? Have you considered how I should live my life when all that mattered, all I ever wanted, all I cared for, meaning you, was gone from one moment to the next just because you were searching for that special kick?! You have no idea how much I’m hating you right now.“ Your strength was slowly vanishing, your punches becoming weak although you highly doubt that he had felt any pain when you were hitting him as hard as you could in the first place. Your voice was cracking as your sobbing started increasing again, not being able to see a lot as tears were clouding your vision. Roman knew that he deserved all of this and he couldn’t even blame you. 
Instead he just reached out to you, holding you close once again and although you wanted to break free at first, you eventually gave in, finding comfort in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat as your head was resting right above his heart. You felt his lips rest on the top of your head, his hands rubbing over your arms and you knew that this was his way of showing you that he was here, that everything would be alright. It took you some more minutes until you were as calm as you wanted to be before you gestured for him to let go of you. Roman did as you had told him, staring down at your face as you were looking up at him, locking eyes with his. Those eyes, that you always got lost in, when you stared at them for too long. You held his gaze for quite a bit before you got up. Roman’s heart was about to sink as he thought you would just leave, letting him behind, showing him that way, that you hadn’t forgiven him. But much to his surprise you sat down on his lap, moving closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all the despair you were feeling as your tongue explored his mouth. Roman was used to having control but right now, he gladly handed it over to you as he was pulling you closer, pressing you down on his lap, while you muffled his moans as he was deepening the kiss. You didn’t even care whether Renee and Dean would turn up out of the blue, all that counted right now was you being with the man you loved, knowing that he was alright.
In the distance you heard Carter’s voice, letting all of you know that you head reached the haven. You broke the kiss, both you you being completely out of breath as you locked eyes with him. You could see the passion in them and you were sure that they equalled your own. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his, whispering: „I’m so glad that you got out of there without a scratch. I really thought I had lost you there. Promise me to never do something so stupid again.“ He was gently rubbing your back, mumbling: „I promise you that, baby girl. Something like that will never happen again.“ You remained in that position for what felt like an eternity before you heard Dean’s amused voice exclaiming: „Found them but I’m not sure whether I want to disturb. Do you have your pants up, Ro?“ You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you left your boyfriend’s lap, turning around, saying: „You’re an idiot Ambrose. I hope you know that.“ He grinned from ear to ear as he answered: „Yeah I might have heard that before.“ Just a few seconds later he turned serious, wanting to know: „Are you both alright? I mean, I can still call you our dream couple, can’t I?“ You peeked back, holding out your hand for Roman, who took it right away, getting to his feet. He hugged you from behind as he smiled at his best friend, answering: „Yeah we still go by that name.“
As you headed back to your rented home, the four of you decided to have a rather unspectacular evening as the shock of today’s events still was pretty present. You chose a movie everyone of you wanted to see and had some relaxed dinner together. When you parted your ways past midnight and found yourself in the bed next to Roman shortly after, you finally were able to somehow let go of the fear you had been feeling the whole day as Roman was holding you close to his naked body while you were playing with the tip of his hair. 
He certainly knew how to make you feel better when you were emotionally scared although you couldn’t tell how many rounds of sleeping with each other you had taken that night. You didn’t need a lot of words until you finally fell asleep in his arms, relieved that he made it out alive of that shark cage.
The next morning Roman stretched in bed, watching your naked silhouette lying next to him. The both of you had made love almost all night, recovering from yesterday’s events and he wanted to give you some rest before you would head for the beach like you had agreed on the last night. He tried to be as quiet as he somehow could but you seemed to have felt his eyes on your body even if you were asleep, opening your own slowly. You sleepily peaked at him, yawning out loud. You couldn’t help but feel as if it was still in the middle of the night, with you not getting much sleep, not that you would have complained. „What is it?" ,you mumbled, trying to rearrange your thoughts. "Nothing, beautiful" ,he whispered and pressed a kiss on your shoulder, kissing his way up to your neck to gently nibble on it while his beard was tickling you, sending shivers down your spine.
"Don't tell me you want again" ,you whispered as you tried to hold back any mischievous sound, that would have shown him how much you enjoyed his gentle touch. Roman laughed, slightly amused at that accusation although he had to admit that it was kind of true. He didn’t even make a huge secret of the fact that he couldn’t get enough of you in and out of bed. You just completed him in every possible way. And whenever you would become one, whenever you welcomed him in, it felt as if you became one person, sharing everything. Roman would have lied if he would have said that he didn’t love the sex you had and he knew that you felt the same. But that didn’t mean that he would take advantage of that all the time. He was aroused but by no means would he wake you from your well deserved rest just to make love to you again.
"No I am good" he said softly, continuing his sweet assault on your neck. You couldn’t help as you yawned again, covering your mouth while doing so while your other traveled to his neck, holding him close. "Then it means you are taking a gun to bed and I can't say that I like an armed man pressing against me." ,you jokingly said, making Roman laugh out loud. „I’m sorry for that ma’am. You are right, an armed man shouldn’t lie in your bed, threatening you.  I’m right back baby girl, just taking a cold shower, so you can get some more sleep in the mean time.“, he said amused, kissing you on that sensitive spot under your ear, getting ready to leave the bed. Just as he wanted to get up, you instinctively grabbed his arm, threatening him: "Don't you dare to leave, Reigns. Not like that.“ Roman groaned into your neck, realizing once again that you were full of surprises and that was just one of the many things he loved about you. He turned his attention back to your neck, kissing it gently once again since he knew how much you loved that.
"I could get used to all of that. This island, this house, you in my arms, making love to you for the whole night only to continue right in the morning, no rushing, no stress as we don’t have to move from city to city.“ ,he whispered in your ear, his tongue flicking over your earlobe. You sighed softly at the pictures he had painted in your mind, feeling a warm wave of lust and affection for him going through your body once again. You weren’t sure whether you needed him so close because you had feared that you almost lost him the day before or simply because you and Roman had a constant desire for each other but whatever it was, you enjoyed the time with him, especially the one right now, where only the both of you mattered. His hand travelled down to your waist, sliding up and down there, sending shivers down your spine as his rough palms caressed your sensitive skin. He slowly trailed his fingertips along your side until he reached out for your breasts in order to cup them gently. He carefully squeezed them, his fingers drawing little circles around your nipples, drawing a low moan from your lips before you instinctively bit them.
You had to admit that you loved how he often fell asleep with his arms around you from behind as it gave you a feeling of comfort, of being protected of anything in this world. Of course, it had led more than just once to the both of you having early morning sex, but that was something you would never complain about. Roman’s hand slowly left your breasts after having given them the attention that they deserved, gently pushing it down over your stomach, trailing around your belly button for quite some time before it continued its journey down your thighs. You tried not to make a sound as his fingers were gently tracing up and down your thighs before they travelled between them. He could tell that he wasn't the only one aroused this morning as he felt your wetness already although he was barely touching you. He had to held his own groan back and in the back of his head he registered amused that once again the both of you could enjoy it as much as you wanted because no matter how loud you would get, neither Dean nor Renee could hear you as they were at the other end of the house.
You tried to remain silent, you really did, but you just couldn’t help but moan out loud as Roman's long, thick fingers gently touched and explored you. He was rubbing through your damp folds, taking his time to build some friction there before he moved his index finger to your bud, rubbing it as slow as if he had all the time in the world, before he moved his fingers between your folds again, soaking them completely, only to return back to your clit to continue his slow torture there. You moaned out in pleasure, throwing your head back to rest it on his shoulder while you prayed that he would already start fucking you. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you but if he didn’t want to grant you his dick right away, you would also be happy with his fingers inserting you first. As he trailed his fingers back to your entrance you automatically bucked your hips as you couldn’t wait to feel him already. Roman laughed one of his dirty laughs as he groaned “Naughty girl“, not willing to let go of your sweet torture that easy.
You groaned out in frustration. He knew how to push your buttons and he did it damn well. In general you appreciated a long and slow foreplay but when you were as turned on as you were right now, you would rather skip it without thinking about it twice. "How about you stop smart assing me and fuck me instead?" ,you gently hissed, barely able to hide your annoyance. You were quite sure that Roman couldn’t wait to sink into you either but whatever the reason may be, he certainly had more self-control in situations like that than you had. Not that he would hold back, of course not. But he knew how to extend pleasure to the fullest until it was almost unbearable. You had experienced it more often than you could count and you loved every single time of it, when you became a whimpering mess below him, screaming out his name in pleasure and ecstasy quite alike while he would fuck you like no other guy had fucked you before. 
Upon hearing your words Roman groaned, hardening against your back even more, his dick trapped between your back and his belly. He bit down on your neck, making you scream out in surprise, using that exact moment to push his finger inside of you, a second and a third following shortly after, slowly pulling them out of you, only to push them back in as far as he could. „Oh fuck“, you exclaimed as you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers fucking you gently as he set the pace just like he wanted it to.  You were meeting his thrusts with every movement of your hips as you heard him moan out behind you as your movement created a friction on his dick quite alike. As much as you enjoyed his fingers exploring you, you needed his cock inside of you.
„Babe, stop fucking me with your fingers, no matter how good that feels like, and start thrusting into me with your dick, will you?“, you groaned out in frustration. "No need to tell me twice baby girl.“ ,he mumbled as he brought some distance between you and him, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance, only to push slowly and agonizing into your warm and wet inner core, your walls surrounding his dick instantly as he pushed inside of you bit by bit until you had taken his whole length in, filling you completely, making you whimper as you were always taken by surprise anew as to how big he was. Roman's moans filled your ears as he started to thrust into you gently, becoming harder with each thrust, finding just the right pace and movement to bring you the most lust somehow possible. "Fuck Ro...just like that.“ ,you moaned as you tilted your head to the side in order to kiss him, while your hand held onto his neck, keeping him as close to you as you needed him. He was passionately kissing you, effectively silencing your moans while he was slowly pulling out of you, only to push himself completely in again. His strong chest ground over your back while doing so, his hips increasing their pressure against your ass.
You clung tightly to him, not willing to let go of him for just a bit, which added even more to his arousal, stroking his ego nicely. "You were made for me, baby girl. I have no doubts about that.“ ,he groaned as he gently grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples once again. You had your trouble expressing some words through all of your moans but eventually you were able to say: „I’m fine with being made for you. But that means that your dick is all mine, with no other woman having the pleasure of being fucked by you ever again.“ You heard his deep chuckles as he groaned into your ear: „Baby girl, this dick doesn’t want any other woman than you. You are mine, just like I’m yours.“ You knew how cheesy that sounded but you didn’t care as you knew that he was right. You were all his and you had no desire whatsoever to have another man fuck you as you were as happy as you could be with the Samoan, that was pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust he kept burying himself into you.  
You were grinding up against him and although you couldn’t really believe that the both of you were fucking again after the sleepless, steamy and passionate night you had, you couldn’t do anything else but admit that it felt so damn good. You really wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your vacation in bed with him, no matter what you had told him before your vacation even started. Roman kept on thrusting into you, his fingers gently finding your clit and giving it a nice little rub to add to the overall sensation, you were feeling, a little more. "Mhhh fuck. That feels so good babe.“ ,you sighed.
Before you had the chance of finding some release, however, Roman stopped his sweet torture on your clit as he was moving his hand back to your thigh, grabbing it roughly and lifting it up, making it rest on top of his thigh. Just as you wanted to ask what he was doing, you immediately felt it. While he was holding your leg in place, he granted himself even better entrance to your pussy, being able to push into you even further. You wouldn’t have expected that the sensation could increase but you were wrong. „Oh my fucking god.“, you exclaimed as he was slamming into you, his pace increasing, his whole movement becoming rougher. You loved every single moment of it and you didn’t mind one bit that he was thrusting harder into you without asking you for permission first since he was quite aware that you absolutely loved the going back and forth between vanilla and rough sex. 
With each thrust your breast were bouncing in synch, while Roman held onto your leg with one of his hands, while his other one rested on your stomach, pressing you against him, making it unable for you to move away, not that you would have wanted to do so of course. While his beard was scratching over your jawline, you felt the sweet pain as he was biting into the sensitive skin of your neck, making you moan out once again in sheer pleasure. You had no idea how long he was fucking you like that but eventually you felt your orgasm drawing nearer while he kept thrusting into you.  "I am coming" , you exclaimed breathless, which only resulted in Roman thrusting harder and deeper into you that he had done before, causing you some sweet pain, that you gladly welcomed. "Come for me baby girl" ,he groaned, his deep voice breathless and hoarse as well, his breath hot against your cheek. Although he would have loved to fuck you for quite some more time, he nevertheless felt a warm tug in his own groin as well,  telling him that he wouldn't last much longer either.
Just moments later you came around around him, your walls clenching around his cock, covering it completely with your cream as you closed your eyes, screaming out his name while he held you close to his body. He kept on thrusting into you, helped you riding out your orgasm, enjoying every second of the pleasure he had brought you. He wanted to last a little longer, he really did, but ponding into you, fucking you for approximately an hour already had its toll on him. „Fuck baby. I’m close, so close.“, he groaned as he picked up the pace one last time and with a few more thrusts, Roman came as well, moaning out your name while he filled you up with his cum. He kept on riding out his orgasm as well until he was exhausted too. With a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled out of you, his dick covered in your juices and his cum quite alike, gasping for air. 
You were lying next to him, trying to regain a constant breathing as well. Every bit of your body was sore but you would be damned if you didn’t absolutely like it. "Dammit Ro
 I’m not quite sure whether we can still head to the beach today. I’m not sure whether I can walk after you had fucked me like a maniac throughout the last night and the early morning“ you grinned at him, rolling to your side, cupping his cheek and kissing him passionately, before you added “You are simply amazing and way too skillful for your own good.“  Roman grinned at you, saying: „Baby girl, if you’re not able to walk anymore I have definitely done everything right, Would be a shame if you could still trust your legs. Besides that it's not hard to be amazing with a woman like you.“ Before you had a chance to reply, he hungrily kissed you, before he moved so he could face you, pulling you into his arms.
You felt how sleep was overcoming you and you didn’t mind one bit. After all, your morning was adventurous enough and after all that had happened, falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved, was a way better start of the day than anything else. The beach and the island itself would still be there in a few hours. Right now you just wanted to rest in Roman’s arms and his quiet snoring told you that he was of the same opinion. It didn’t take long until you had fallen asleep, following Roman’s example and while doing so, you were already counting the days until your next vacation would take you to a lonely and secluded place again. You couldn’t wait. But until then you would just enjoy the here and now.
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