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captainxsassafras · 4 years ago

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Showered in Love

E voila! My first piece of filth (hopefully of many, regardless of how long it takes my dumb ass to write it!)! I have no excuses, no reason other than I just want to take care of one (1) beautiful, dumb birdbrain. In whatever way possible. But we all came here to be horny, so horny it is! 🤣🤣🤣

But seriously, I hope you enjoy this entirely self-indulgent smut! I tried to keep the reader pretty neutral physicaly and focus more on the feeling, but please let me know if you notice anything there I might have missed or that I could improve on! Ask or dm, just please be respectful and polite! I'm new so I'm sure I have ways I could improve and I'm open to editing/updating to make it more inclusive! 💗

Warnings: explicit, handjob, shower sex, very subby Keigo, nipple play, body worship (?), real tender smut, comfort sex

And here you go! Tagging some people who might be interested!

@queensynderella @heyitswhiplash @lovekeigo @keilemlucent @keiqos

It had been a hard day.

Not for you. Your day had been ordinary in every sense. Nothing alarming or even really exciting had interrupted the normal scheme of your work schedule. You had arrived home a bit tired, but in an innocuously pleasant mood and put an easy to make casserole in the oven before working on the various little chores that helped keep the apartment clean.

You had been in the middle of moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer when he’d come in.

He had used the window.

That wasn’t ominous by itself. He used the window more often than not. The large window with the spacious balcony had been a must have when the two of you had bought the place and was a much more frequent feature of take off than the intended front door to the place. You probably would have been more concerned if he’d actually used that door.

Ok, that wasn’t true. You were just making morbid mental jokes to ease your own tension.

You weren’t scared.

You were worried.

You were sad.

You were hurting.

Because… he was.

An anxious little ball was twisting knots in your stomach. Crinkles marked the edges of your eyes as you turned off the oven and stood at the counter, contemplating his arrival.

He didn’t call out to you when he came in.

That should have been the first clue.

Keigo always called out to you when he arrived home unless he knew you were already asleep. It amazed you that he was constantly excited to see you when he got home. The light in his eyes traveled across his entire voice and even lightened his voice, taking his normal boyish sarcasm and lifting it to almost child-like wonder. The happy way he greeted you made your heart dance like a butterfly every single time.

But he didn’t this time.

He’d surprised you. You’d nearly jumped out of your skin when he first walked by. Silent as a ghost, you’d only noticed the movement out of the very corner of your eye and adrenaline had shot through your veins. You whipped around into a low stance, ready to fight God and the universe if they were attacking you in your own home. But God was nowhere to be found.

Keigo had stood, frozen to the spot, looking at you with blank eyes and an uncomprehending expression. It felt like the world had stopped. Not in a figurative, emotional sense. He had just been so still that you weren’t sure the world hadn’t stopped with him. You stood, unmoving and waiting for Keigo to move. Say hello. Give you a hug. Anything.

He didn’t.

And you knew something was wrong.

“Kei,” you’d breathed, moving to rush over to him and engulf him in your arms.

“Dove.”

You stopped.

The strangled, heavy sound of his voice sent a shiver down your back even now. God, it grated on your heart. Simultaneously beaten by an unspeakable harshness and weighed down by all the abyssal truths you knew he carried like Atlas.

Without another word he’d passed by, red wings trailing on the floor behind him in evidence of his exhaustion. That was… different.

The click of the bathroom door closing had broke your heart to pieces.

The sound of the shower starting was normally soothing, but today it was just another layer to the tension that had swept into the apartment on crimson wings.

And now he had been in there for twenty minutes.

Keigo was not a long shower person. Didn’t like wasting water. Which was a convenient excuse to shower together, but also how he really felt about it. He was just too impatient and showering wasn’t one of those things he liked to devote his sparse time to.

But he was still in there.

With pursed lips, you took the casserole from the oven and found a spot in the fridge. Another night. The dryer was started and before you could let the hurt surrounding Keigo scare you off, you went to him.

The bathroom door opened noiselessly to your touch. A waft of steam wet your face and you could feel the intense heat of the room within seconds. A purring, mechanic whirr from the fan masked the sound of the door closing, but you were sure Keigo knew you were in there. His feathers wouldn’t have missed the vibrations of the door, even dampened by the buffer of the water.

You were quiet as you undressed. Eyeing his clothes piled randomly across the floor, you went to the cabinet in the corner and brought out something you’d been saving for a treat. Tender eyes flicked to Keigo.

A spike of worry knotted your chest.

He hadn’t moved since you’d entered the bathroom.

He was just standing, water colliding with his bare skin and streaming down his frame to join the small pool at his feet. You wished you could fully appreciate the sight of his naked body. You wished you felt better about being able to see drop after drop caress every plane and curve of his skin. He was so gorgeous.

But your heart wasn’t in the heated looks you wanted to send.

You entered the shower slowly, taking care not to slip on slick tiles. The extra treat was deposited on the shelf full of soap, shampoo, and other hygiene products.

He was so warm as you slipped your arms around his torso and molded your body into the curve of his back. Your hands clasped, pulling him close. And for a moment you just stood, as close physically as you possibly could be. It didn’t feel like enough. His mind was far away still, lost in the echoes of some terrible, terrible secret he could never tell you. Soft cadences of breathe left you drowning in the feeling of him, letting your mind drift away from the thoughts of those secrets and bringing your own worries back to the very real man held so closely before you.

Keigo often complained about his lack of height and how he wished he had more back muscle, but you loved the lean, corded muscles. They were perfect to you. You also loved the fact that you could lay your head perfectly into the curve at the back of his neck and murmur into his ear.

“Hey there, feathers.”

He pooled into your touch and the tension drained away with those wandering rivulets of water. It wasn’t completely gone but the edge was softened. It was a butter knife now, useful but it wasn’t going to cut you for getting too close.

“Dooove.”

This time, when his voice came out strangled it was less… heartbreaking.

“Yes, love?”

No answer. Maybe he needed a bit of help.

“Do you need something.”

A single, slow nod.

You breathed into the feel of him. “Do you need me to take care of you?”

Oh god. The tiniest, strangled whimper kissed your ears as Keigo nodded again, leaning back into your frame. The shower-wet feathers of his wings pressed themselves into your body. You could feel them against every warm, vulnerable inch of flesh. A quick shift left your wandering fingers trailing downward across his abdomen dangerously. Feathers ruffling against your body had you biting your lip and holding back a moan. Those fingers found the wet, curled hairs that framed his groin and the moan ripped free, settling on the weight of anticipation. The feathers on his wings positively shivered while you traced the tight swoops of those golden curls. You knew them well, but still loved twirling your hands through them. A bit more wiry than the hair on his head, they were still surprisingly soft and springy. Keigo assured you he loved your own curls, but the downy feel of his never ceased to make you the slightest bit jealous.

Wet flashes of red spun out the corners of your eyes as his wings shuddered and shifted against the onslaught of your hands teasing through Keigo’s hair. He cried out as your left hand reached up to card through the wet hair on his head. You matched the twirling of each hand, one at his brow and one at his groin and groaned loudly into the crook of his neck. His feathers were dancing against your skin.

Fortunately, you weren’t the only one making noise.

Pain mixed with pleasure as you kneaded your bottom lip. You reveled in the sweet, sweet noises that left Keigo’s throat with each tender swirl of your hand. They were soft, high, and so very needy. So very perfect.

“Keigo.” You placed gentle kisses into the space behind his ear. “I’m here to help, to take care of you. But I need to know what you need.” More kisses. “Do you want me to wrap you up in a blanket and feed you your favorite food? Or do you need to fuck this out?”

A moan escaped that was dangerously close to a whine.

“Ohhh, I love it when you cry for me, babe. But I need your words right now.”

“Fucking.” His words were full of heat and light with breathlessness.

“Ok, love. What kind? Fuck me senseless?” You paused, waiting for a reaction. Nothing notable. Your tongue found your lips as you considered your next words and the actions they might lead to. “Do I need to take care of my good boy?”

He went still. The sound that echoed across the empty bathroom tiles was the stuff of fantasy. You felt yourself clench and knew at that moment exactly what he needed.

“Mm, ok.” You moved away and delighted in the way Keigo’s entire body followed, trying to sink back into your hold. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, love.”

And he stayed where he was, so still you couldn’t believe it save for the heaving of his chest and nearly imperceptible trembling of his wings. You placed a kiss to the edge of his feathers and reached blindly behind you to grab the treat from before.

He sighed into the contact.

It wasn’t anything quite that special. Just a body wash that you knew Keigo particularly liked. The smell always had him burying his head in whatever piece of skin was available, to fold himself in the scent. It had been backordered for several months and you’d gotten your hands on it as a surprise for your lover. You’d planned to bring it out on some sort of special, happy day, but today it seemed like the perfect little surprise to pamper him with.

Covering your hands with the gel, you encompassed him again and started with washing his shoulders. Gentle hands smoothed over hot skin and worked at the tight muscles.

A gasp ran through his body when the smell reached him.

“Dove, you’re spoiling me.”

Hands slid to his back, carefully avoiding the sodden wings. Those got a special treatment and didn’t take well to body wash. Not friends with the mundane, human hygiene products.

“And?” You nearly sang. His tight ass was next and you knelt behind him to take your time carefully washing down each leg. Every curve and crevice was gently attended to. He whined as you swept your hands within touch of each area he wanted you to stroke most. Naturally, you pulled away as soon as it seemed like you might actually touch him there. Deep melodious laughter filled the spaces between his high, endless keening. You could tell the moment he felt your breath smoothing over the supple curve of his ass. The resounding whines cut off abruptly and the intense, broad heaves of his chest quickened and almost fluttered.

You hovered.

He stopped breathing entirely.

You began to stand and as you did, you placed a sweet, yet scorching kiss to the soft plane of each beautiful, taut, trembling ass cheek.

That earned you a whiny, desperate laugh. The chuckle choked off as soon as you melded into his body again, hands sliding around to cup his pecs.

You breathed into his ear and with each gentle word, your hands swept across his chest in ever tightening circles, slowly closing in on the sweet little jewels at the center. “If I’m taking care of you, it’s my job to spoil you. Don’t you think?” Tender fingers found his nipples, already pert and ready, and rolled the little buds in soapy circles.

His moans strangled and stuttered. Grasping hands reached back, clawing at something, anything, to hold to. He needed an anchor. He needed grounding in the midst of every bit of mind-numbing pleasure roiling and writhing through his weary nerves. He found your hips and clung like a man drowning, gasping for air and up to his head in a river of luxuriant ecstasy. He never wanted to surface again. He would drown in this flood of euphoria if you’d let him.

You slowed with his nipples when you felt his hips begin to make messy, haphazard, not-quite thrusts into thin air.

You knew without a doubt that your beautiful bird could and would cum right here without a single bit of direct stimulation to his cock. He was so worked up, you could see clearly in your mind the moment he’d burst, spreading hot cum all over from just the endless, maddening rolling of his nipples. It made you clench and squeeze like mad just to think of it.

But that wasn’t quite what you wanted. And you could tell it wasn’t quite what Keigo needed. Ok, you thought it wasn’t the right thing for him, but you felt like you had a pretty good grip on what this wonderful man needed at the moment. And he had put his trust in you. He had given over to you the gift of taking care of him. He had surrendered the responsibility of deciding himself what he needed and given that to you. You would never betray that trust by doing something you didn’t think was to his direct and utmost benefit. Or to his highest pleasure.

Your boy trusted you and you were going to take care of him thoroughly.

Previous conversations and past experience had revealed that, while the nipple orgasms were overwhelming and utterly consumed him with rolling, trembling waves pleasure, they weren’t as wholly sating as direct stimulation. They left him boneless and weak, but not finished.

You wanted him absolutely wrung out.

Those half thrusts quickened and you left his nipples alone.

He was too overwhelmed to even complain.

“Good boy.” Wandering hands ventured south. “My sweet, wonderful good boy.”

His head lolled back and wings twitched weakly at the feeling of your fingers in his curls again. However, you didn’t linger in those cute little whirls of hair for long. You had a prize to find.

And find it you did.

He was so hard you couldn’t help but bite your lip in excitement. Deep, reaching breaths wracked his torso as your hands moved down his cock at a torturous pace. As it was, several seconds passes before you found your way to the very tip. God, he was leaking. Mapping out the contours of his gorgeous, aching cock, you felt around the head and spent the time to rub at the slit as slowly as possible. Back and forth, over and over, relishing the tiny, twitchy thrusts that accompanied the motion.

A long, shaky, drawn-out whine from Keigo filled your head and you nearly lost it as the feeling of a fresh spurt of precum met your thumb.

“Oh, oh. My precious, precious boy. You like that so much, don’t you?”

“Yee-eeees!” Without warning, his hips canted forward just the slightest creating friction across the tip.

Oh, that was enough. He was ready to burst and deserved the reward of a full-force orgasm. What a magnificent, wonderful man. And he was all yours to equally ruin and cherish with each maddening stroke.

Without warning, you began the move your hands up and down the length of his cock.

Keigo’s reaction was instant. The long, never-ending whines raised in pitch and shortened, creating a rhythm in time with your stroking. His breathing became chaotic, devolving into a staccato mess of sharp, desperate gasps and bone-deep, shuddering exhales that reached into your core and drove you wild. And through it all, his wings pitched in erratic, arrhythmic twitches he couldn’t even begin to control. Starting at the top, where you nibbled and teased the sensitive skin connecting back to wing, they ruffled and writhed in waves all the way down to the feathers at the very tips.

It was a wonder to watch, but your attention was soon drawn back to his face. You could only see the edges standing behind him, but you knew your bird and you knew what he looked like when he was lost like this. His faces were rapturous. Brow scrunched, eyebrows tilted up. If his eyes were open, they’d be lifted skyward like he was praying to some unknown god of divine ecstasy. If they were closed, the corners would be crinkled. Every now and then, they’d crinkle even more, squeezing tight as he was undone by his own body. His head was angled back, leaning against your shoulder. He was too encompassed by the feel of your hands on his cock to keep his head up. But that was ok. More than ok. He didn’t need to keep himself up. That’s what you were here for.

His mouth was hanging open. That you could see. Soft, lush lips slack and loosing the melodic aria of fucked out whines to cascade around you like a filthy sonnet.

Those adorable, overwhelmed whines reverberated through Keigo and into your frame, consuming your mind with the sensuous joy of utterly ruining the gorgeous man leaning against you. The one struggling not to fuck himself into your hands. He was so good.

“C’mon, big boy, move for me.”

And he did, like the perfect man he was.

God, you loved to see him fuck himself senseless into your hands. You loved seeing him drive himself to that ultimate high while you got to coo praise into his ear and feel the way he throbbed and thrust with each tender, adoring word.

One of your hands left his dick and returned to torture his nipple.

God, you almost came right there.

Everything synced.

The stroking of your hand across the length of his aching cock, the squeezing of his sensitive, budded nipple, the endless, rasping circle of reaching breaths. The instant your hand found that pretty little bud, the thrusting of his hips shifted into a circular, full torso roll. They undulated in an involuntary, uninhibited dance of fucked out delirium. And the uncontrolled twitching of his wings changed to match, exactly, the rhythm of his hips. They beat in overwhelmed circles perfectly in sync with the smooth, svelte, seeking roll of Keigo’s hips into the tight grip of your hand.

And then he was lost.

He shattered. He was consumed.

A thousand pieces of brilliant, fiery, piercing pleasure shot through him and wrapped around his very center. A glorious flood overtook his senses and it was all he could do to stay upright with each roiling wave stronger than the last. Hot, white cum shot out and coated the shower wall and floor, rope after rope arcing with the crest of each radiant spike of pleasure.

As for you?

You came almost in unison, the orgasm a pleasant surprise. When Keigo came, his wings went utterly wild; shivering, shaking, twisting, ruffling, writhing. The sudden friction of unexpected stimulation combined with the height of desire you achieved from driving Keigo to Nirvana pushed you over that knife’s edge into a slow, deep, yet surprisingly powerful orgasm.

And there the two of you were, both glued to each other, hips undulating in a carnal dance of mind-numbing orgasm until finally, finally the two of you slowly began the careful descent from bliss. You buried your face in his neck and focused on the sensual feeling of two bodies moving against each other, labored breaths adding extra friction in the aftermath. Warm, milky cum gushed over your hand. Keigo’s cock was still oozing and his hips still jerking in tiny, uncoordinated rolls.

Humming into his skin, you relaxed into the cool down. That was so fucking sexy.

You let go of his softening dick before he could accidentally overstim himself. Not tonight.

However, you couldn’t help but keep your hand on his nipple, twisting and peeking down to see how his hips jolted weakly with each tweak of the perky bud.

You clenched as you caught sight of his softened cock spurting little bursts of seed with each tweak.

After a minute or so, you let up. It was time to let him come down.

But you didn’t let go of him. Instead you wrapped your hands tight around him, reveling in the feel of his breath slowing. A final, deep, shuddering exhale had him leaning back against you, completely boneless in your tender arms.

“Dove.” Keigo’s head turned and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he breathed against your skin.

“Mmm, don’t mention it.” Tired arms squeezed a little tighter in their embrace. “You all good? Or do you need to be fucked up a little bit more?”

His chuckle danced through both of your bodies. “I’m good, lovebird. You got me real good.” He wiggled around to face you. It was his turn to circle you in his arms, pull you close, bask in the way you molded to his body, melting into his hold. He kissed your hair and the two of your stayed that way for a while, spent and sated and utterly content together.

Keigo broke your silence, low voice weaving through the sound of the shower and caressing your ears.

“You know what I am good for though?” He paused, but didn’t wait for a real response. Which was good, because you hadn’t planned on anything beyond a wordless grunt. “You, me, some delivery, no clothes, and the fluffiest blankets we own.”

You hummed into his neck.

“Lights down low, we eat some food, then we snuggle together as close as two people can without fucking.”

A peal of laughter caught the tired edges of your voice. “Ah, you almost made that sweet.”

He spluttered. “That was super sweet!”

“Almost.”

“Entirely.”

“Mmm.” You dipped your head without warning and took his sensitive nipple into your mouth, pulling at it lightly with your teeth.

Keigo’s entire body spasmed, still sensitive in the wake of his earlier orgasm. His dick twitched against your torso as he groaned deep down inside his throat.

“Careful, babybird, or I’ll ruin you again.”

He whined at the pet name and crushed your body even closer.

Looks like he wasn’t as fucked out as he thought.

Your lips twitched in a small smile as you grabbed his ass, pulling him almost unbearably tight against you, and continued teasing his nipple with your teeth. Grinding slowly on his hardening cock, you drowned yourself in the sublime sound of his resounding moans.

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plaidbooks · 3 years ago

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Witness Protection - part 2

A/N: And here’s the conclusion (for now)! I didn’t do the reunion with the squad, but if anyone wants that, I could. Again, I split the story in two, so this takes place right after last part. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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There weren’t a whole lot of applicants—most people worked at the grocery store or in one of the other little shops in town. But Mike’s eyes lit up when one day, you came in, resumé in your hand.

“Hello! I hope you’re still looking for help? I’d like to apply,” you said, a bright smile on your face.

Mike grinned back, holding his hand out for your resumé. He scanned it quickly, noticing your name, the fact that you were close in age, and seeing that you’ve worked in customer service before.

“I am, yes. Tell me; do you know the difference between a mystery novel and a thriller?” he asked. He wasn’t going to throw you—or anyone—into that position like Gerry had to him. He’d vet you at least a little bit first.

You scrunched up your face as you thought about it, and Mike thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Well, I don’t have a dictionary definition for you, but in my opinion, mystery novels are more of a…whodunit. It’s the puzzles, the twists and turns until the villain is revealed at the end. Thriller is more…the game between the protagonist and villain. It focuses more on the tension, rather than figuring out who the killer is.”

Mike blinked in surprise. “That’s actually…you’re dead on. And seeing as you’re the only one who gave me a straight answer, I think you’re perfect for the job.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, your hopes soaring.

Mike nodded. “It’ll be working every day, but I’ll let you choose if you want morning or afternoon shift. Either way, I can only pay $15 an hour. If business keeps steady, though, I may be able to give you a raise down the line.”

“What’re the hours?” you queried. The pay would be fine for your little house. Plus, the owner was waaay too cute.

Mike blushed. “Right, that would be useful information, wouldn’t it?” You laughed and he chuckled. “Morning shift is 8am until 1pm. Afternoons are noon until 5pm. I don’t mind working either shift, so it’s entirely up to you and what you can do.”

“Mornings work perfectly fine for me,” you replied, smiling. You were an early bird, anyways.

Mike gave you another bright grin. “Excellent. Come back at 8am tomorrow morning, and I’ll show you the jobs the morning shift does. And welcome aboard.”

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Hiring you turned out to be the best choice Mike could’ve made. You caught on quickly; by the second day, Mike didn’t even need to be there training you anymore. You were great with customers, quick with a joke, and were incredibly well-read. Like him, you often filled the empty time with reading. Though, it was less time than Mike had when working for Gerry; you had to make the coffee and tend to the bakery goods, rearranging them when things sold. And with the higher volume of people, books were left on shelves randomly, making you put them in their correct place.

But the best contribution you made was your own pastries. You told Mike you enjoyed baking, and you brought him in a cupcake one day. It was probably the best thing Mike had ever tasted in his life.

“…would you be willing to sell your confections here? I can’t give you extra time off, not unless I hire someone else. But we can have a limited amount, and once they sell out for the day, they’re out—”

“I’d love to,” you replied, smiling. “Maybe not every day, but I usually make a batch of a dozen in my free time. I could always do two dozen, or a dozen of one thing, a dozen of something else.”

Mike nodded. “How about we start off slow, only selling things on Sunday? And if it turns out to be too much work for you, we can stop.”

“Sounds like a deal, boss man.”

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Your Sunday Special Treats became so popular, that it was obvious one day wasn’t going to cut it. You’d open the store at 8am with two dozen cookies, and they’d be gone within an hour. It got to the point where you’d show up at your normal 7:30am, and there would be a crowd by the doors, eagerly asking which treats you brought in that day. After discussing with Mike, you agreed to bake for both Sunday and Wednesday, for a mid-week treat.

Mike even offered to come by your place after he closed the shop to help you bake, if you wanted another pair of hands.

“Just so you know, though, I’ve never baked a day in my life,” he said, chuckling.

But he was so damn cute, and you were kind of hoping for more than a work relationship with him. Which is why you replied, “I’d appreciate all the help I can get. I can teach you.”

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It became a biweekly routine. Tuesday and Saturday nights, Mike would come to your place, around 6pm. You would be just starting baking, and he’d wash his hands before jumping in with you. At first, it was a struggle for him to figure out what to do with all the ingredients in front of you. You handwrote all your recipes—recipes passed down through generations of your family—and Mike followed them to the letter.

“The thing with baking, like cooking, you can add a little bit of this or that if it needs it, whether it’s in the recipe or not,” you told him one night.

He gave you a smirk. “But I don’t know when something needs a little this or that.”

“You’ll get it; you’re incredibly smart, Mike.”

He ducked his head, but you saw his cheeks turn a bright pink, a grin on his face.

Working so close together, not just baking, but in the bookstore as well, it was no shock that you fell head over heels for the sweet man. And it was no surprise when he fell just as hard for you. Both of you were afraid of the implications and the power play of Mike being your boss. But it never felt like a boss/employee relationship. It was always just…a partnership.

Eventually, you stopped eating dinner before he showed up, instead offering to make dinner for him. He stopped picking things up to eat on the way to your place, opting to have dinner with you, whether homemade or takeout, it didn’t matter.

One night, you were feeling playful, and you flicked flour into Mike’s face. He gave you a look of disbelief before breaking into a grin. He threw a pinch back into your face, and you let out a laugh so pure, it had Mike’s heart melting. He was leaning against the counter next to you, close enough that your clothes were touching. Your laughter came to an end, and you glanced into his face, smiling at the white powder on his nose and cheeks.

You couldn’t say who leaned in first, but soon enough, your lips were brushing against his before he pushed his more forcefully against yours. One of Mike’s hands went to cup the back of your head, and you grabbed his shirt, holding him to you.

Suddenly, the timer dinged loudly, and you gently pulled away from him, giving him a small smile before going to pull the brownies from the oven. You didn’t mind being interrupted, though; it was the first kiss of many that you would share with Mike Jones.

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It was like you were both on the fast track in your relationship. You dated for only a few months before you found a house together. You both ran the shop, Mike raising your pay—while cutting his—until you were equal. And you never thought you could be more in love with someone in your life.

One day, Mike told you that he wanted the shop closed on the next Saturday. When you asked why, he said that he needed to have an important talk with you on Friday night, and that he wanted a free day afterwards; so that you didn’t have to be in bed early, and you had time to process things. He had seemed nervous, and it wasn’t the first time it felt like there was something on his mind while he was with you.

You were slightly worried, but also excited; was he going to propose? You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you had no other explanation to what this talk could be.

Mike came home after closing the shop on Friday evening, carrying takeout in a plastic bag. You greeted him with a kiss, and he gave you a smile. But you could see the nerves and concern in his eyes. After scooping food into a bowl, you both sat at the dining table in the kitchen.

“What I have to say isn’t…easy. And I must stress that it doesn’t leave this house, ever,” he started.

You nodded. “Whatever it is, I’m sure nothing will change, Mike.”

He sighed, closing his eyes. “My last name isn’t Jones. It’s Dodds.”

“What? All this is about a name change—”

“It’s more than that. I—I’m in witness protection.”

You sat there, stunned into silence as Mike gave you his entire life story. He gave you every little detail about himself, about growing up in New York City, about his overbearing father and his career in the Army, boxing, and the NYPD. He told you about his parent’s divorce, about his brother’s drug problems. He told you about his fiancée, about how the hit out on him was probably one of the best things that ever happened to him.

“I miss my family and squad, will always miss them. But until the Western Italian Mafia is dealt with, I can’t go home. And that syndicate is huge; I doubt I ever could go home.” He let out a small chuckle. “After meeting you, though, I don’t know if I want to go home, either.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Why did you tell me all this?” you muttered, conscious of how loud you were talking. “Aren’t you supposed to keep it secret?”

“Technically, yes. Only the FBI and that doctor who pronounced me dead knows. But I…I couldn’t give you all of myself until I gave you, well, all of myself,” he explained, his expression pleading.

You felt goosebumps on your arms. “You really trust me that much?”

“Darling,” he said, shaking his head. He took your hands in his. “I trust you with my life. You’re it, the end game for me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears sprung up in your eyes. “I don’t care if your name is Mike Jones, or Dodds, or anything! I love you, and only you. I want to grow old with you, too.”

The widest grin stretched across his face before he got up from his chair. He came around the table and kneeled in front of you, releasing your hands to cup your face. He used his thumbs to brush the tears from your face before pulling you to him in a kiss full of love and passion.

You leaned back slightly. “You’re safe here in California, right?”

“I should be, yes.”

You nodded. “Good, because I don’t want to lose you. And I’d fight a mafia for you.”

Mike huffed out a laugh, and you tugged him back in for another kiss.

*****************

Something that Mike learned a few months later was that his driver’s license and birth certificate were enough of an ID to get married. It was a small ceremony, just you, Mike, and your parents. You both agreed that Mike’s parents had both already passed, and he was an only child. Mike got to wear a tuxedo once more, and he dimly thought about what it would’ve been like to marry Alice back in Manhattan. But then he saw you in your simple dress, and those thoughts faded away. He had never been happier as he stood next to you, signing the marriage license, then bringing you in for a tender kiss. For legal reasons, you decided to keep your last name, but that didn’t stop him from calling you Mrs. Jones, or wifey.

*****************

It took only a month after your wedding for you to wind up pregnant. Both you and Mike were over the moon with excitement and joy. He built the nursery in your home while you made a list of baby names. You were set to have a little boy, and Mike’s only contribution was to veto William and Matthew.

“I don’t want to think about my old family—” he started, but you held up a hand.

“I understand. But what about as a middle name?”

He thought about it. “I guess that’s okay…. Have you chosen a first name yet?”

You smiled softly. “I’m thinking about my father’s name, Phillip. What do you think?”

“I like it. Which do you like more; Phillip William, or Phillip Matthew?” For the same legal reasons, Phillip would have your last name, rather than Mike’s fake one.

You gave him a look. “I chose the first name; this one is on you. Besides, I like them both.”

“You’re a lot of help,” Mike teased, chuckling.

******************

Eight months later, Phillip Matthew was born, happy and healthy. He was absolutely perfect, and neither you nor Mike could be prouder or more in love with him. Of course, you both had closed the bookstore for a week while you were in labor and afterwards, both of you doting on your newborn. And when Mike went back to work, it was for limited hours. The town was understanding, almost overtly so.

In fact, you never had to buy diapers—at least for the first few months. Your neighbors gifted you diapers, clothes, food, anything you could happen to need. The bookstore’s hours change to 8am until noon. Then it closed for an hour and reopened until 5pm. Mike worked mornings now; you were busy with Phillip and pumping milk for the afternoon. Then he’d come home, and you’d eat lunch together before you went to the bookstore, leaving Mike to watch and play with Phillip. It was a perfect arrangement, and you were both happy and in love.

Time seemed to fly by; soon enough, Phillip was crawling, then standing, then walking. He was a Daddy’s boy through and through, always following him around the house. His first word was “dada,” and Mike started taking Phillip with him on his evening jogs—he didn’t take morning jogs anymore, instead wanting to spend his mornings with you and Phillip. And when Phillip saw Mike working out, he would attempt to copy him, much to your amusement and worry.

One day, Mike was doing pushups in the living room, and Phillip couldn’t look away. He was still just under two-years-old, and he got down on his knees. You came into the room just in time to watch Phillip, on hands and knees, slam his face into the ground in an attempt at a pushup. You gasped and went to make sure he was alright, but Mike held up a hand, watching his son intently. Instead of crying, Phillip looked up at his father, waiting for praise.

“That was great, Phil. But try not to hit your head on the ground,” Mike said slowly, as if Phillip would understand what he was saying.

Mike got back in a pushup position, and Phillip followed. “Watch me, big guy,” he muttered, slowly going down to the ground. Phillip mimicked, eyes wide and locked on his dad’s grinning face. And when he pushed back up to his knees, Mike’s smile grew.

“Honey, did you see that?! Our little man did a pushup!” Mike announced, moving to sit and pulling Phillip into his lap, hugging him and murmuring encouragement.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I can’t believe you’re having him do pushups with you. You’re going to make him a bodybuilder by five!”

Mike guffawed, picturing it. “Nah—I can get him there by age three.”

You grinned, gazing at your happy family while Mike rolled onto his back, holding Phillip at arm’s length above him.

#mike dodds x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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barnesbabee · 5 years ago

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Peekaboo || P.S

Summary: Someone’s always looking...

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Words: Waaaay too many

Genre: Smut, Angst

⚠ drugs, alcohol, violence, fighting, yandere!Seonghwa, degradation kink ⚠

A/N: I do not condone violence neither do I romanticize it, I just wanted to do a yandere concept like shown in anime, that being said, Enjoy 💖

P.S: I deleted this one before because tumblr was messing up with the tags and few people were able to read this one apparently...

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[18th February, 2019]

You couldn't tell, of course, but you constantly had a pair of eyes glued to the back of your head. A pair of hungry, lusting, shimmering eyes. You didn't know him, but he knew every detail and every inch of your body and personality.

He knew your favourite songs, your favourite ice cream flavour, the type of clothes you preferred, and what kind of places you'd go to when you weren't having classes at your university.

He'd first seen you when you arrived late to a class. The male remembered it like it had been just recently, and not almost months past. It was the very first day, and you were late. You came in the classroom, huffing and puffing from all the running, cheeks red from the embarrassment and messy hair.

He remembered how he had his head buried in his arms, his grey hoodie and his black, long bangs covering his sleepy eyes, and how he immediately woke up and rose his head up to look at the owner of the beautiful voice that had just apologized for being late.

Seonghwa thought you looked fucking adorable, and he swore to himself that he would be the one to make your face flush like that, to make you breathe heavily and to grip your hair so hard that it'd get tangled and messy just like that.

But of course you didn't know him. He was proficient in watching, watching close enough to be able to watch you, to be able to understand everything you said, sometimes even close enough to smell your perfume, but still adequately far so you wouldn't notice his presence. The man was afraid that if caught him he wouldn’t be able to observe you anymore!

He couldn't bring himself to talk to you... What would he say? He wasn't worthy of you... He liked to just watch you. But he had to admit, the way other men went up to you, the way they held your waist and tried to make you theirs, it made Seonghwa's jaw clench. It made his jaw clench and his blood boil. How dare they touch you like that!? You belonged to him, you just weren't aware of it.

[24th March, 2019]

"Mr. Park, would you face the board instead of facing Miss Y/N during the whole class for once?"

All heads turned to look at him, including yours. You looked at him with a small, curious smile, and your eyes met. His head detached from the hand supporting it, and his eyes widened. You thought the deep blush on his fair skin was adorable, and you giggled at his little nervous stutter.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll f-focus now Sir..."

Seonghwa lowered his head a little, so his bangs covered his face as much as possible.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! That shouldn't happen! That couldn't happen! What now!? You had noticed him, certainly, you'd see him staring at your unbelievable beauty, since you now knew of his existence.

As class went on, Seonghwa struggled not to stare at you, afraid you'd be looking at him and you'd make eye contact once more. His leg bounced nervously, and for the first time, he counted the seconds until he was out of the classroom he shared with you.

As soon as the teacher declared class was over, Seonghwa jumped from his seat as if he were a spring and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He pulled down his hood, trying to cover as much of his face as possible, in hopes that you wouldn't want to discuss what had happened.

"Hey!" Seonghwa heard your voice call.

He knew it was your voice, because it was his favourite voice to hear.

Seonghwa pretended he didn't know you were calling him and kept on walking, but as he knew, you didn't quit easily. You jogged up to him and grabbed his wrist.

He turned around violently to look down at you. He couldn't believe you had just touched him, he couldn't believe how insanely small you felt and looked compared to him.

"You're Seonghwa, right?"

The way his name fell from your lips was unbelievably ethereal. Seonghwa loved the way you spoke his name, and he now knew he didn't want to stop hearing it.

"Yes, and you're Y/N." Seonghwa replied, wide-eyed and awkward.

He was shocked you knew of him, he was shocked you knew his name, and he honestly didn't expect this scenario to happen (not any time soon at least).

He'd imagined many things, how you looked underneath him, how you looked only in your underwear, how your pretty face twisted in pleasure as he fucked you... But never the first hello.

You giggled at his panicked expression and reddening cheeks.

"I am... I wanted to ask, do you usually stare at girls during class or do you have something you want to tell me?" You asked, curious if he had some sort of crush or interest in you.

"No, I usually don’t, but you're the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen."

[6th June, 2019]

You didn't know if it was the beer, or the tequila, or the joint in your hand, but you felt particularly brave as you laid on the grass with your friend, looking up at the starry sky. The weather was perfect. Not a cloud was visible and the only thing you could hear were the crickets in the distance.

You placed the joint between your lips and took a hit, before passing it to the male beside you.

"You know Hwa, I think I like you..."

Seonghwa had changed. He had molded himself into the perfect man for you, in hopes you'd become his.

His hoodies became leather jackets, his cartoon t-shirts became white v-necks, his joggers became tight jeans and his long fringe turned into a middle-parted undercut.

All of these changes seemed to have worked in the end.

You had never asked anything of him, but he knew what you wanted, so he changed, willingly. The only part of himself he hadn't changed was his dominant personality, the sense of ownership he felt over you, not only because he couldn't change that, but because he knew based on the past experiences you had told him that you liked a rough man.

Seonghwa turned his head to look at you and smirked.

He took one last hit of the joint before getting on top of you.

One of his hands stood beside your head, holding him up while the other held your chin. You looked each other into your bloodshot eyes. His head moved down, until your noses were brushing against each other.

"Finally."

[30th of June, 2019]

It didn't take long for you and Seonghwa to have your first time. You had a very sexual nature, and so did he. Seonghwa loved to tease you, he loved to squeeze your ass in public and whisper dirty nothings in your ear while you were with your friends.

You couldn't wait for the day he fulfilled his filthy promises and fucked the life out of you.

It happened randomly, when you stopped by his place one night, to drop some documents you were asked to deliver to him.

He opened the door, not knowing who it was, and was caught off guard by seeing your pretty figure waiting for him.

Seonghwa was wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers that settled low on his hips, exposing his perfectly defined v-line.

He had a small tattoo on his lower hip, a quote written in thick black letters, that read 'all or nothing'. You had always adored that piece of work, and you thought it matched him perfectly.

As soon as you saw his figure, your words got caught in your throat, and you couldn't peel your eyes off of the male's exposed skin, and the way his muscles flexed every time he moved.

Seonghwa leaned against the doorframe and hooked the hem of his sweater pants on his thumb. You followed his finger's movements religiously, as he teasingly pulled them down a little, to expose his naked hip, and almost giving you a glance of his cock. He had no underwear on. You didn't know what to do with that information, but you loved it.

"Baby girl if you keep looking at me like that I might cum..." He whispered in your ear.

You bit your lip and looked him in the eye. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him inside your apartment lightly.

"Might as well do it inside me, right?”

Seonghwa hissed at your words and his hands cupped your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze.

"You'll be the death of me, beautiful..." Seonghwa told you, before closing the door and pushing you against it.

You didn't care about the papers anymore. You dropped them and laced your arms around your boyfriend's neck, waiting for him to close the faint gap between your lips.

He teased you for a second, ghosting his lips over yours instead of kissing you, but when you rolled your hips against his, causing your crotch to come in contact with his semi-hard dick, he gave in. Deep down, you knew that it didn't matter how dominant he was, you had him around your finger.

His rough yet passionate kisses were no stranger to you, and you loved the way his tongue felt against yours as he explored every corner of your mouth.

Seonghwa gripped your ass tighter and pulled you closer. You kept your hips' movement, feeling your boyfriend's cock get harder by the second.

He pulled away from the kiss and pushed you harder against the wall. You could feel all of his body's curves press against your own. One of Seonghwa's hand left your ass and his fingers gripped your throat.

"I've been waiting for this for too long, I'm not holding back tonight, I'll destroy you." He said, through gritted teeth.

You pushed him back slightly. He allowed you to do so, curious as to what you'd do next.

Seonghwa watched as you began to strip. First, your t-shirt, and then your jeans, that you unbuttoned and pulled down painfully slow. Your clothes pooled around your feet and you looked at Seonghwa's lusty eyes.

"I'm all yours." You told him.

There was a second of silence, as Seonghwa didn't quite know what to do. He didn't know if he should take it easy, if he should just rip your garments off and take your right there or if he should punish you as hard as possible. It was your first time, however, and he decided he shouldn't be too harsh.

Seonghwa slung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass.

"You drive me crazy doll."

You giggled as he threw you on the bed facing up.

"I know."

Your boyfriend chuckled at your cuteness and attached your lips once more. He played with your lower lip as he undid your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. Seonghwa cupped one of your breasts and played with your hard bud.

"Is there any part of your body that isn't absolutely perfect?" He asked, before taking your other nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly and biting lightly from time to time.

When you felt his other hand separate your folds, you whimpered. Your legs spread wider and you immediately gripped his dark hair. He played with your wet cunt like it was his personal sex toy.

Seonghwa's fingers teased at your entrance for a second, before entering you. His pace was slow, purposely trying to tease you and make you beg. Your loud moans made him smirk.

"So fucking needy for me... Tell me what you want?"

You arched your back and bucked your hips, trying to get some more friction.

"Fuck I want you to take those fingers out and fill me with your cock!" You moaned.

You were desperate, you needed to feel him. You had been teased so many times, you'd imagined him fucking you so many times already, and now that he was there, half-naked fingering you, you couldn't take it anymore. You had to feel him.

Seonghwa stripped from his pants and placed himself between your legs, spreading them a little wider in the process. He took no time to enter you. As soon as he found your entrance he thrust into you and started moving at a reasonable pace, so you could get used to the feeling.

He fit inside you like he belonged there, like you two had been made for each other. You loved the way he filled you and he loved how tight you were around his cock.

"Oh my God, you feel so good Hwa..."

The praise falling from your pretty lips was Seonghwa's kryptonite, and like his little tattoo said, he had no mid-term. His slow thrusts became violent, fast, and shamelessly pleasurable from one second to the other.

Your brain went to putty, and at that precise moment all there was in the world for you was your boyfriend's cock ramming into you.

He slapped your ass harshly thrice, making sure his hand would be marked.

"Who owns you, pretty baby? Tell me who owns this pussy." Seonghwa growled as he gripped your thighs.

"Y-you..."

He slapped the side of your thigh.

"S-speak up doll."

You moaned his name loudly at how good he was making you feel.

"You own me Seonghwa! I'm yours!"

His pace quickened, as if it was possible, and he took one of your nipples between his fingers.

"That's right, you're my little cumslut."

You looked at him through hooded eyes. His fringe was stuck to his forehead and he had such a lustful and ruthless expression on his face... You swore you could cum with that alone.

"Hwa... I'm gonna cum..." You managed to squeal, between your exasperated breaths.

"Do it, I wanna feel you around me, baby."

His hand closed around your throat one last time, knowing how much you loved it. Immediately you reached your climax. You gripped onto his biceps and arched your back, as your vision went blank for a second, absolutely blinded by pleasure.

Upon seeing how fucked out you looked, how absolutely beautiful you were when you came, how pretty your agape mouth was as it spewed dirty praises, he was thrown over the edge and came buried deep in you, filling you with his thick, warm cum.

Seonghwa removed himself from you and plopped on the beg beside you. He threw his arm over your stomach and nibbled on your neck.

You giggled at his neediness.

"Are you not tired?" You asked, amused at his actions.

Seonghwa caressed the spot that would later become a pretty shade of purple.

"I am..."

"Then what was that for?".

Seonghwa looked at you for a second before replying.

"So that everyone knows you have an owner."

[15th July, 2019]

Seonghwa's tight grip on your wrist was not released until you entered his apartment. He slammed the door shut and turned to face you, his face as stern as ever.

"Who the fuck was that guy!?" He asked, like a madman, staring at you like his eyeballs would pop out of his sockets at any time.

The sight before you was incredulous, what had gotten into him!?

"Seonghwa, he's my friend."

"Oh yeah!? And do all of your friends want to fuck you!?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and quite clearly not understanding where all that commotion was coming from.

"Seonghwa, we hugged. Wooyoung does not want to fuck me, we hugged and he said I looked good because we haven't seen each other in almost two years, stop overreacting! You sound insane!"

Your boyfriend gripped your upper arm and pulled you closer. His stare burned on you, his eyes had lost their glisten and were now pitch dark, fuming with rage and jealousy.

For the first, dreadful time, you were scared of him.

"You think I'm insane!? Hm!? You think I'm insane 'cause I don't want my baby fucking around with other guys!?"

"Hwa, I love you, and only you, okay? I'm not fucking Wooyoung I'm yours, alright?"

Your voice became quieter as you spoke, hoping he would calm down, but his grip never loosened.

"How do I know that!? How do I know you're not being a whore behind my back!? I had never heard of this Wooyoung guy and suddenly he's your 'friend'!? How many other 'friends' do you have!?"

You couldn't belive the words that fell from his lips... Those lips that you loved so much, how could they insult you and accuse you in such a heartless way.

You were visibly taken aback, and tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes.

You pushed him away harshly, not caring about anything at that point.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you even say that! I'm friends with whoever I want to be friends with Seonghwa, you don't get to decide it!"

You waved your arms around like crazy, trying to make sense of the situation, and the tears you tried to suppress fell down your cheeks.

Seonghwa pressed you against the wall and grabbed your jaw.

"You don't fucking get to do whatever you want cause you're mine! No one else can have you, you belong to me!" He yelled in your face.

You were sure every neighbour of his had heard you two already.

"I belonged to you! Past, Seonghwa! I've had enough of this bullshit, I don't want a controlling piece of shit boyfriend!"

You shoved him away from you and made your way towards the door.

"You can't leave me!" He yelled.

Without looking at him you grabbed the door's gilded handle and turned it.

"Watch me." You told him, voice as steady and as strong as ever.

"Please, you can’t leave me."

His shaky, insecure voice made you freeze in place. Your hand stopped turning, your eyes widened and you stopped being able to think for a second.

His behaviour shift was like night and day...

You turned around, to find Seonghwa standing limply, with a lifeless expression and tears in his eyes as he watched the love of his life leave.

He was sobbing.

Your brain was a mix of emotions, this man was completely different from the rough asshole that had confronted you not ten seconds ago. That day he showed you two sides of him you had no idea existed. Two parallels, that seemed almost impossible to be within the same person.

Once San saw you standing there, giving him a small chance of redemption, he stood up, slowly as if he was afraid to chase you away, and stepped towards you.

He cupped your face and examined the unreadable mix of sentiment running through you.

"Baby I'm sorry, I love you so much I just don't want another guy to steal you away..." He told you softly, with his deep, angelic voice.

You sniffed and wiped away a cheeky tear.

"But Seonghwa, I've told you you're the only one for me..."

Seonghwa hugged you softly, and you hugged back as he exhaled in relief.

"I know, but I want you for myself only... But its okay, it won't happen again, right?"

You were a little unsure, but when his grip grew tighter out of his stress, desperation and fear of you leaving, you immediately replied.

"It won't ever happen baby."

Seonghwa hummed happily.

Maybe it wasn't the best choice, but at least you knew, that as long as you were with him, you'd be safe. Safe from him.

"You're all mine..."

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amjcpvr · 4 years ago

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“Where are you going?” My brother, Woogie, asks as he comes home from work. His colleagues and him had gone out to have a drink after a long day and he had just gotten home. I was pretty dressed up for a night in, especially since it was getting late into the evening.

“Umm…” I follow him to the kitchen where he thanks me for making dinner for him and begins to dig in.

I grab my phone and keys and put them in my bag before glancing up at him.

“So I have to tell you something and you have to promise me you will NOT freak out.” I speak slowly as if that will make this better.

“Just spit it out.” He snorts. He probably thought it was something stupid like I got period blood on the sofa again.

“There's this guy and-” before I could say anything else Jay, one of my brother’s coworkers, interrupts me. My eyes widen as I suddenly jump and back away from the kitchen entrance.

“The fuc-” Another coworker, Harry, who had tagged along, quickly covers Jay’s mouth and smiles nervously.

I should’ve known. These guys always come over with Woogie. I had known them for the longest time, and if this was any other day, I wouldn’t have a problem with their visit. Today just wasn’t good timing.

“We’ve been talking for a long time and I really like him bro. He’s so sweet, and I know you’d like him too!” I quickly say before anyone else could interrupt me. I look at him with my Puss In Boots eyes as I await a response.

“The fuck-” Jay curses again but Harry once again covers his mouth.

I hear an engine coming from the distance and immediately recognize it. My heart skips a beat and I glance up at my brother.

“He's here.” I reveal as I look at the street from the kitchen window. His car pulls up a few seconds later.

I look over at Woogie with questioning eyes waiting for him to say something, anything. He stands from his seat, this whole time he had remained silent and I could feel sweat building on my forehead. He silently exits the house and I quickly follow behind him. Jay and Harry follow closely as well.

He looks over at the car and puts up two fingers before rolling them towards him In a “come here” manner.

The guy who was here to pick me up immediately steps out of his car and runs up our driveway.

“H-hello,” He bows down to show respect.

He walks over to my side when Jay puts out a foot to trip him.

Harry helps him stay steady and smacks Jay uptop his head.

Jay shrugs his shoulders and childishly sticks his tongue out directed to the back of my date's head.

I smile at the interaction. Jay was so silly.

“Woogie, meet my date, Woojae.”

Before he could respond, Haon comes walking over from Minsiks house.

Haon and Minsik were my next door neighbors. We were all pretty close since we had no one else to hang out with growing up. They knew Woojae and were waiting for us to reveal the news to my brother.

He was just passing to his house when he noticed Woojae’s car. He looks from the car to us back to the car over and over again.

He randomly runs back to Minsiks house and yells.

“They finally did it!” Out of nowhere, Minsik comes running out and also notices the car.

He looks over at us and gives us a thumbs up.

They walk over to us and immediately back us up.

“Dude! Woodie here is a good guy. He's been staying single as a Pringle just for ya daughter, you know?” Minsik starts as he hooks his arm around my brother.

I groan and pull him off.

“Not helping.” I growl at him and he immediately cowers away like a sad puppy.

They stand at the sidelines next to Jay and Harry. I see and hear all four of them asking questions to get caught up on the situation. I ignore it and continue looking at my brother.

“Why do you like my sister?” My brother finally speaks after what feels like years.

“The fuck that's the only thing you gonna ask. Let me at him bruh.” Jay threatens as he throws air punches while Harry holds him back.

“I've been training with Zombie. You better catch these hands mother-” This time it was haon who cut him off and mumbled something about 'if you're angry just take a moment and look at yourself, the person you see is not you…”

I roll my eyes and focus back on My date and brother’s interaction.

“Why do you like drinking?” Woojae asks my brother. I look at him bewildered.

This better be good.

I could tell my brother was thinking the same thing.

“It tastes good.” My brother comments with a smirk. He knew where Woojae was going with his answer so he was probably expecting Woojae to say.

“Well your daughter tastes good.”

Or something like that.

“Exactly. Everybody has different taste buds. For example, my mother hates beer but my father loves it. Taste buds are different in everybody's mouth. Your sister likes spinach and I hate it. Taste buds are like feelings. Everyone has different feelings for different people. You might see Minsik as a nice next door neighbor but I see him as guy who loves to party. I like her because she tastes good to my taste buds.” Woojae finishes.

I stared at him with tears in my eyes before I hug him. I could see Jay tearing up as he curls up next to Harry.

Woogie was still emotionless as always.

“Okay. No later than 9pm.” He quickly replies before he sits back down, this time on a chair we had outside on the porch, and takes a deep breath.

I look at Woojae and hold my hand out to him. I already know I had an embarrassingly bright grin on my face. He gladly takes it and leads me down to his car.

“After you, milady.” He coos sweetly as he opens the door for me.

“Why thank you, mister.” I reply as I get in and make myself comfortable.

“Where did you learn that?” I ask him as I stare at him with hearts in my eyes. We were on our way to the movies already.

“What?” He questions with a giggle. He was getting shy.

How cute.

“That amazing way with words.” I flirt exaggeratedly as I continue to stare at him dreamily.

“From you. You're my muse.” He responds but then shys away and cringes.

“Ahh” he screams like a little girl.

I burst out laughing but my heart skips a beat nevertheless.

“Ah! My heart is beating too fast!” I tease as I hold my heart.

He screams again and makes the final turn to enter the parking lot.

“I like that.” I continue with a smile.

“What? The movie theater?” He asks as he focuses on parking perfectly.

“No. I like that corny mouth of yours.” I purr as I send him a wink.

“Oh baby. This mouth can be more than just corny.” He winks back, but he can’t hold his face for more than three seconds before screaming and cowering away.

“You know what my mouth could be?” I challenge him as I lean closer to him.

“What?” He glanced at me suspiciously.

“Yours.” I whisper in his ear. I back away to catch his reaction and witness a horrified look cross his face.

“Baby, I wasn't ready.” He quickly says while shaking his head.

I giggle and another beat skips in my chest.

He quickly gets out and opens the door for me.

I exit and immediately intertwine our hands and swing them back and forth as we walk into the theater.

“I can't believe we didn't go on a single date these past few weeks.” I make conversation as we wait in line.

“Me neither. You know how long I've been wanting to hold your hand?” He cheeses as he holds our hands up.

“Mmm… a few weeks?” I tease him. I laugh at his eye roll that follows and lean into him.

“Finally.” I snuggle into his arm and freely breath in his cologne.

We pay for our tickets and snacks and sit in our spots.

Before the movie starts we talk about what had happened earlier.

“For a second I thought your brother was going to throw me into a trash can.” He explains his worries as he digs his hand into the popcorn bowl.

“What? My brother isn't that mean.” I laugh quietly as I recall the events from earlier that day.

“If anything you should be grateful Harry was there to stop Jay from jumping you.” I retaliate as I laugh out loud.

I visibly see woodie shiver as he remembers Jay's words and actions.

“Does he really train with Zombie?” He quizzes with fear in his eyes.

“Yes.” I reply teasingly. His eyes grow before he looks away in fright.

“Don't worry! I won't let him.” I quickly reassure him as I squeeze his cheeks.

He groans and gets another fistful of popcorn.

“Stop it or else you'll finish all of it before the movie even starts and I am not sharing my nachos boi.” I nag him as I smack some popcorn out of his hand and back into the bin.

He squeals and reaches for it again before fitting it all in his mouth.

I burst out laughing, earning a few daggers and a “shhhh” from somewhere.

We giggle quietly and wait for the movie to begin.

Throughout the movie, we held hands, and leaned on each other. The date was even better than I imagined.

“You want to go eat? It's 8:30… oh wait, gotta be back by 9.” He finished with a sigh.

“We can get McDonald's and then eat at my house.” I suggest.

“What if everyone's still there?” He worriedly questions as he looks at me doubtfully.

“Well everyone already knows how much we're seriously about each other, so I don't think It's a big deal.” I respond with a shrug.

He thinks about it for a while before nodding.

We pass through the l McDonald's drive thru and get our food before heading home.

When we get there, haon and minsik, are gone. Jay, Woogie, and Harry are the only ones still outside just sitting around and talking. Thankfully they aren’t consuming alcohol, that would’ve been both hilarious and disastrous.

“Here goes nothing.” Woodie whispers as he opens his car door. He runs over to my side and opens my door as well.

“Thank you, sir.” I playfully curtsy after stepping out.

“You hired your own valet boy?” Haon jokingly asks as he comes walking down the road with a basketball in his hand.

There is a group of guys behind him. They call themselves Kiff clan or something like that.

“Haha very funny.” Woojae replies with a stoic expression.

I pinch his cheek to break his angry expression and sling my arm around his neck.

“No, even better, I got a date.” I counter as I squeeze him to me. He giggles and pushes me away only to give up and squeeze me just as tightly.

“Eww. Let's go Kiff We GOt a SWaG.” Haon exclaims as all his buddies follow him into his house.

“Okay now let's go eat. I'm starving.” Woojae Says as he rubs his tummy . I could feel his cheek moving because we were right next to each other, cheek to cheek.

We separate and grab the bags out of the backseat as well as the drinks.

“Hi brother.” I greet as I lead the way up the stairs with Woodie behind me.

Before he could ask what Woodie was doing back here, I hold up a bag of food.

“Who's hungry?” His eyes immediately light up and he snatches the bag away.

“I brought some for everybody, even you Jay.” I tempt evilly.

“B-b-but my diet.” He cries. He literally looks like he is about to die.

I shrug my shoulders and wink at him.

I place four drinks down and realize I have an extra one.

“Minsik was gonna come back for a shirt he left over here or something like that. Not sure what he said, just give it to him.” Woogie comments as he pulls the drink down and places it on the table.

I nod and walk inside with Woodie.

We walk to the kitchen and dig in.

“Yo if this big Mac was a person, I'd leave your ass.” I joke as I take another bite.

I feel a balled up napkin hit my forehead but ignore it.

“Oh yeah? If pizza was a girl I'd leave your ass too.” He turns away with his arms crossed.

I choke from laughter. Once I recover, I get up and give him a back hug, because his back was still to me.

“I'm sorry.” I apologize as I pry his arms away from each other.

“No, you're not.” He childishly replies.

I sigh.

“You're right.”

He looks at me with a bewildered look on his face and pushes me away.

I laugh and sit back down.

We finish our food with me trying to get him to talk to me and him continuously ignoring me.

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” I question as we throw our trash away.

His face immediately brightens.

“Is that even a question?” He asks as he runs to the living room.

I follow him with a chuckle and set the game console up.

We begin with small bets of 5 dollars but it soon increases to dares like “I dare you to go on the roof and throw something on Jay.” Which we end up not doing because we are too scared.

“This is the last game okay? You have work early tomorrow.” I state as I hit the play again button.

After an intense race I win.

“Okay whats the last dare?” He asks as he looks over at me with pleading eyes.

“I dare you… to…” I meet his eyes and wiggle my eyebrows before continuing. I crawl closer to him and sit down.

“Make my lips yours.” I finish as I look up at him.

He sends a small grin.

“Now that, I can do.” He whispers as he leans closer.

Our lips meet and I swear I hear fireworks go off in the distance.

We kiss until we can’t breathe anymore.

When we finally pull away we look into each other's eyes and smile.

I give him another peck and he does the same. We keep doing that until he engages me into another long kiss.

Finally we pull away, for real this time, from each other and he gathers his things.

“Thank you for today.” I tell him as I smile. He looks down at me with a smile too.

“I'll see you later babe.” He tells me sweetly.

We open the door and see Jay passed out on Minsiks lap. Minsik is just surfing through social media completely unbothered.

My brother and Harry were busy talking about work.

They look up when they hear the door open.

“Thank you for letting me take your sister out tonight. I promise I will protect her.” He smiles politely as he bows his head.

“Yeah. Thanks for the food I guess.” My brother gives in awkwardly as he gives Woodie's shoulder a pat.

Jay wakes up as if he senses my date’s departure.

“You!” He points at woodie.

Woodies eyes widen and he freezes in place.

“M-me?” He asks as he points at himself.

“Yes, you! How did you know I liked chicken nuggets? Come here bro!” He grins, to everybody's surprise. He pulls woodie to him and shakes his hand.

Woojae gives a nervous smile and reciprocates the handshake.

“See you man.” Minsik says as he also shakes Woojae hand.

It seems like Jay just barely notices him.

“What the- Minsik? Da fuq? Why am I sitting on your lap? You pervert!” Jay yells. He tilts the chair they are sitting on and Minsik falls with it.

I sigh and a few chuckles escape.

“Sorry.” I apologize to him. He shrugs.

“I'm used to it.” He replies as he rubs his arm.

I walk woojae down to his car and we sadly say our goodbyes.

“Text me when you get home.” I demand as I begin walking away. Our hands are intertwined but our fingers begin to separate the farther I go.

“Okayyy. Come here.” He whines as he pulls me back. He hugs me and gives me one last peck before we finally let go.

He drives away and I wave to him until I no longer see his car.

I walk back up to the porch and hear minsik comment something.

“What is this? Your first date or your first anniversary?” He asks as he rolls his eyes.

“Youre just jealous because your single.” I retort as I stick my tongue out at him.

“Jay is still single and he's 31.” He points out carelessly.

We laugh at the mentioned man’s hurt face and then run when he gets up from his seat looking like he was going to murder us.

I walk inside after seeing Minsik get spanked by Jay and get ready for bed.

When I get out of the shower I realize I have a message from woojae.

Just got to this house.

He then sends a picture of his house and I laugh.

Whyd you call it this house?

Because my only home is you.

I could already see him squirming around in his bed and screaming into a pillow.

Go to sleep you teenage girl. I can hear your screams all the way over here.

Why you gotta be so rude~ don't you know I'm human too~

Good night woodie.

Okay okay. Good night babe.

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Wrote this when I was on something or sleep deprived idk. I had this in my drafts for like 3 years and I’m just cleaning out my drafts and deciding whether things should be posted or deleted. DID NOT PRROFREAD! I’m sorry! I will proofread soon, probably after finals!

Let me know if this type of writing is something you’d like to see again in the future!

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Woodiegochild x oc

Woogie as your brother

Jay as your brother’s overprotective friend

Haon and sikk as your neighbors

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Enjoy!!!

#h1ghrmusic #woodiegochild #crack au #jay park #woogie #pH1 #haon #sikk

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lizzylunawizardessfanfics · 5 years ago

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Warmth of Spring

Pairing: Hades!Lizzy X Persephone!Elias

Summary: God AU: In a world where the gods have died years ago but mortals have been randomly selected to replace the ones they’ve lost. Many of them have fully embraced the title names of the gods/goddess they have been chosen to fill in, as there are those who have kept their using their mortal name to keep what little is left of their mortal memory. What will fate have in store of a twist of the classic retelling of Hades and Persephone.

It was just another day in the Underworld, souls of the damned groaning in agony, new souls falling into the fiery pits adding more to the population of the damned. Resting on my lounge chair I boredly ate pieces of pomegranate from the glass bowl staring out to the fiery scenery that was outside my balcony. For a place that was told to be hot beyond all imagine, all I felt was actually cold; though maybe that was just because I’ve grown used to my home’s extreme heat. “Here’s to another boring day of solitude,” I said, picking up my glass and starting to take a sip.

Hearing the double doors of my room slam open and a loud voice shouting, ‘Milady! Milady!” I spit out my wine having been slightly startled before snapping to glare at the demon that came barging into my quarters. “What is it,” I shouted angrily now moving to sit up properly wondering what called for such a rude entry. Scrambling to his knees and bowing down the demon talked in a frantic manner. “M-Milady please forgive my intrusion, but-but a being o-of the living has stumbled into the-the underworld,” the demon explained as my eyes widened for a moment before going back to a neutral state. Uncrossing my leg I stood up from my lounge chair and fixed my dress smoothing the material of the skirt down.

“I see then I guess I shall go welcome this… Surprise guest,” I said walking to leave my quarters, never have I had any guests; well except for the Hermes that comes to deliver messages, what was his name again… Oh yes Randy! Making my way to the lobby of my kingdom I could hear startled screams and a males voice shouting for help. Finally standing at the top of the stairway of the lobby I looked down to witness Rufus, my three headed hell hound barking and growling at a young man as I found myself feeling shocked. Beautiful golden locks as it seemed to have a couple of small flowers in his hair and dressed in white. “RUFUS SIT,” I shouted loudly as both my companion and the young man looked up to me. Holding the front of my dress I started to slowly descend the stairs while Rufus backed away from the person a bit before sitting down. “I apologize for his behavior, he’s simply doing his job. But on another note welcome to the underworld,” I said loud enough for him to hear me. Seeing his eyes of amethyst carefully watch me, his face showed that he seemed shocked. “W-Wait a minute! You- You can’t be Hades can you,” he asked in sounding he was in disbelief which I could only chuckle. “Indeed I am Hades, I am the queen of the Underworld,” I said now walking over to my guest.

“I see. Forgive my r-rudeness,” he was quick to apologize and politely bow, I couldn’t help but giggle at his cuteness from how nervous he appeared. “My name is Perseph- ack no a-ah I mean.. My name is Elias,” he said trying to introduce himself while his face started to turn a bright red. “I see, well it’s lovely to meet you Elias, my name is Lizzy,” I said now standing just a couple feet away from him as we took each other's hand and shook. Though before letting his hand go I brought his hand closer to my face before placing a kiss against his knuckles, just seeing his face grow darker was all the more cuter to watch. “Come, let us take a walk while we talk,” I said, giving a light smile as I started to walk to lead the way which Elias rushed to keep up with me as Rufus also tagged along as well.

Walking the two of us strolled through the gardens though there wasn’t much life in the flowers. Rufus was in the distance playing around with the hellflutters while I listened to Elias explain who he ended up down here. Softly frowning I nodded my head before saying, “I see, that is rather unfortunate for you. Accidentally stumbling upon one of the portals a beast had created and fallen into it.” “Yes as I was hoping maybe you had a way of sending me back,” he slowly inquired as I could only shake my head in a no manner. “I'm sorry to say but that isn’t easy, I can’t control when portals appear in the world of the living. But I can reassure you that when the next portal is to open you’re more than welcome to go home, but in the meantime do make yourself at home,” I replied glancing over to him as he seemed to frown when hearing the news. “I see, as thank you for your hospitality,” he said with a ghost of a smile.

Some time has passed as Elias and myself have gotten to know each other better though there have been times that I had to tend to my duties as the queen. Currently we were in the library not doing anything in particular though Elias was looking through one of the books, though I couldn’t imagine how he found it interesting; the lot of them were dark or fairly sad stories of those who’ve been damned and the stories of those who’ve come before myself. I closed the book I was writing in after having ensured the ink dried. “Hey Lizzy,” I heard Elias’ voice call my name as I looked over to where he was sitting close by on the sill of a window. “Yes Elias, is something wrong,” I asked curiously standing up to go over and sit on the opposite side of him.

“Do you have any memories of your life as a mortal… Ya know, before you became Hades,” Elias slowly asked as I looked at him with wide eyes. Trying to think about it now nothing was really coming to me; frowning I turned my head towards the window to look out as the scenery of fire and souls floating around was in view. “I don’t… Though all I can only remember was that feeling,” I started to say as it was the only memory I had before the world stole me away. “While sleeping there was this… Burning sensation in my chest, a searing pain as it didn’t even hurt all that bad but I could still feel it… Then when I woke up, I was in this castle,” I finished talking as I felt him looking at me. I glanced over to see he held a sad look in his eyes as I was confused as to why Elias was moving closer to me.

I softly gasped when feeling his arms suddenly wrap around me and pulling me to him, he was… hugging me. “You’ve been all alone, all this time down here,” he said in a whisper as I could feel the warmth radiate from him and I suddenly felt something wet rolling down my face… Was I crying; when was the last time I ever cried, did I even cry, I couldn’t even remember that. Slowly returning the hug I felt relaxed and happy from his warmth, it was comforting. “If it makes you feel any better… I don’t really remember anything from my life as a mortal either… I think I may have had siblings, but it’s all really fuzzy; I guess that’s what the world makes us give up. Can’t have lost anything if you can’t remember what you had,” Elias said when he pulled away from the hug as I looked at him as he had a sad expression of his own on his face and it made me have this sinking feeling in my chest. “Though there are the beasts and demons, as I have Rufus too… You being here has definitely made things more lively,” I said giving a gentle smile to him in hopes of lightening the mood. But after saying that I remembered, it was only a matter of time until a portal opened and he’d leave to go home… And I’d be all by myself again, and that realization started to make me feel sad all over again.

~~~ Time Skip ~~~

It was another day as I found myself slightly pacing around the dining room; with every passing day or however long it has been, dreading when it the time came that Elias would be leaving. In all honesty I didn’t want him to go; our time together was a lot of fun and I found myself falling in love with him… But I knew I couldn’t keep him here, as I knew how much he’s been looking forward to going back to the world of the living. “Hello Lizzy. Are-Are you alright,” hearing his voice snapped me out of my trance as I looked over to see there he was. Pushing back all the thoughts that were racing through my head I smiled and started to walk over to him. “Hello to you as well Elias! But of course! I’m perfectly fine, how was your sleep,” I said, not wanting to worry him.

“I slept well thank you,” He said with his charming smile that gave me the familiar fluttering feeling in my chest. I saw as he was reaching for a fruit as my eyes widened in horror as it was a fruit from the Underworld. Running the rest of the way over to him to stop him I shouted, “Elias stop! Don’t eat that, that isn’t the right basket!” Managing to swipe the darker green pear from him I held it to my chest lightly panting out of breath. “If you had eaten that you wouldn’t be able to leave,” I reminded him as there was one voice in my head telling me to just let him eat the fruit if he grabbed the wrong one, but I knew it’d be wrong and selfish even if there was a part of me that wanted to listen, to just stay quiet and let him eat the fruit of my home. He blinked a couple of times before rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment before going over to the basket that had fruit that was safe for him to eat. “Right, I should be more careful,” he said in an almost hesitant manner or was I not fully awake yet, whatever the case was I nodded before taking a bite into the crisp pear.

After having eaten we went on a stroll through the gardens for a while until the two of us decided to go back inside. We ended up in my throne room and decided to walk over to the record player to play some music. Soon the room was filled with music in which I couldn’t help but look over to Elias. “Elias do you know how to dance,” I curiously asked while walking away from the record player. “M-Me dance… I don’t think I do?? I mean maybe,” he said shrugging his shoulders causing me to giggle at the cute expression that was on his face, he was really cute. Walking up to him I held out my hands and told him “It’s alright if you don’t know how. Will you dance with me anyway?” His cheeks seemed to grow a darker shade of pink at first but he smiled with a nod. “Of course I will,” he said, taking my hands into his and we slowly started to dance together.

~~~ Elias’ POV ~~~

Dancing around the room with Lizzy was lovely as it was certainly embarrassing everytime I stumbled or almost stepped on her feet. She'd just smile and laugh as we continued to dance enjoying the moment. My heart was beating against my chest as I could only think back to when I first got here; how scared I was and how distant Lizzy felt when we first met. The coldness in her eyes, but getting to know her and spending more time with her, her baby blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Thinking about how alone she must have felt for however long she’s been here by herself, it made me sad. Over time I found myself falling in love with her, Lizzy’s just so beautiful and so sweet. I know that I’m needed back in the world of the living, but that’d mean I wouldn’t see Lizzy again, I wouldn’t see her smile or hear her laughter and how it fills the room. That was why… I tried to eat the fruit this morning, she thought I got the baskets mixed up when I knew it wasn’t the right one but she stopped me… I-I just couldn’t outright say I wanted to eat the fruit so I could stay here with her; what if she didn’t like me back.

Dancing this close to her only made me want to tell her even more how I felt, our dancing coming to a slow stop though we stood right where we were. Looking down into her eyes they reminded me of the sparkling clear waters, she was just so captivating. “Hey Lizzy can I-” I took a deep breath before working the courage to say something after having it be silent between the two of us. But I was cut off by the sound of the doors opening causing me to slightly jump and slightly pull away from her as I saw it was one of the monsters that served her. “My queen I apologize for my interruption; however you are needed,” he said in a deep voice as she seemed to nod her head. “Right,” she said before looking up to me and saying, “I apologize, but I must excuse myself though we can talk when I return.” Nodding my head in a yes manner, I watched as she walked towards the door, the sound of her heels against the stone tile floor. I admired her beauty until the doors closed leaving me by myself.

For the time Lizzy was out attending to whatever it was that needed her attention I stayed in the throne room. A while had passed as I was sitting in the chair that was provided for me to sit in; I could tell how Lizzy can so easily lose her sense of time. I was looking around the fairly large room as something caught my eye in which I looked over to see that it was a bowl of pomegranates. Slowly getting up I started to make my way over to the bowl which I proceeded to look around to make sure nothing or no one was in the room to possibly stop me. Picking up the round fruit I also picked up the knife that was next to it in order to cut it open as the snapping sound of its opening rung in my ear. There was no going back once I eat these, but then again I didn’t have a single doubt in my mind; this was what I wanted, I want to be with Lizzy. Picking a handful of the dark red pieces of the fruit I dropped them into my mouth, eating the bitter tasting fruit. “Elias,” I suddenly heard her voice shout loudly as I quickly looked over to the door as there she stood.

~~~ Lizzy’s POV ~~~

I just returned from a meeting about the maintenance of the souls and what to do with the new ones coming in. My eyes widened at the sight of Elias with a pomegranate in his hand as the other was close to his mouth, no he couldn’t have, he wouldn’t have. “Elias what are you doing,” I shouted as I started to run over to him, how much had he eaten, for once I had no idea what was going through his head. “You-You… I thought you wanted to go home,” I said as my brain couldn’t make sense of this but once I stood in front of Elias I took away the fruit from him and set it back in the bowl. “I don’t want to,” he answered as I completely froze; he ate it… On purpose. “You were right, at first I did want to go home. But being here, being here with you your world grew on me. The Underworld became beautiful to me and being with you I fell in love,” he said as I felt my heart skip a beat, I wasn’t dreaming right, this wasn’t the world being cruel and playing with my heart.

“E-Elias...You- love me,” I hesitantly asked as I needed to make sure, it made me happy to hear him say it but it felt so unreal for a moment. “I do love you Lizzy,” he repeated himself as I felt his hand cup the side of my face, the familiar warmth that radiated off of him. I felt a single tear fall as I heard him start to talk again as he said, “I don’t know what life either of us had before all of this, before taking the roles of Hades and Persephone; but I know that in this life I want to spend it here with you.” More tears fell as I couldn’t help but smile, nuzzling my face into his hand as I placed a hand over his and cried tears of joy. “I love you too Elias! But I was so scared to tell you b-because I knew how much you wanted to go home, and-and I didn’t want to act selfish and trap you here. But I’m so happy because I wanna spend this life with you,” I responded feeling his thumbs wipe the tears away. The two of us shared a kiss, the lingering bittersweet taste of the fruit was on his lips. Moments later we pulled away from the kiss and smiled at each other and I couldn’t have asked for a better blessing, I finally didn’t have to be scared about being alone.

Suddenly the distinctive sound of a portal appearing made me raise an eyebrow, but then when seeing who came out of it gave me a bad feeling. “Demeter,” I plainly said, seeing the blonde man who filled in the role as ‘goddess’ of the harvest. “Hades,” He said in return with the same cold tone of voice but his violet eyes widened when looking to the left of me. “Elias,” Demeter said my lover’s name as I was surprised at first, but carefully thinking about it and comparing how the two looked…. They looked like they could be related. Elias looked confused but it then seemed something clicked with him as I watched him. “How’d- no wait…. Kl-Klaus? What are you even doing here,” Elias seemed to talk in a more questioning manner as if he wasn’t sure himself. “We have no time for this, I’ve been searching all over for you, it’s time to go home,” Klaus snipped in a commanding way as Elias didn’t move, in fact he just proceeded to hold me close to him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying with Lizzy. I love her,” Elias said as I could feel my face warm up. Gritting his teeth Klaus glared at the both of us though it’s probably more meant for me. “I don’t know what you’ve done to my brother but there is only one being that can sort this,” Klaus said before clearing his throat. “ZEUS,” Klaus shouted loudly as the room was silent as nothing happened. But then after a moment a lightning bolt hit the floor as a cloud of smoke appeared but to shortly disappear and reveal a tall man with short silver hair and ember eyes. Feeling a small bit of anger build up I shouted, “Albert! I told you NOT to do that in MY HOUSE!” Albert just let out a chuckle rubbing the back of his neck. “Ahahaha sorry bout that Lizzy, oh hello Kla- Demeter, haha keep forgetting you hate when others use your mortal name,” Albert said as he seemed to correct himself when Klaus gave him a dirty look. “Alright alright, what’s the problem,” Albert said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Persephone needs to be returned to the world of the living, if he isn’t the mortals will die if they’re unable to grow their crops,” Klaus said as Albert looked between the two groups. “I can’t go back, I’ve already eaten the fruit of the underworld,” Elias said quickly as it seemed right at that moment Klaus was looking at me as if he was ready to try and kill me, ha what an idiot.

“Everyone settle, settle,” Albert jumped between as he let out a sigh. “As we are all well aware that anyone that eats the fruit of the underworld is unable to leave; but since you Elias are important for the mortal’s survival there is only one thing that can peacefully settle this before Hades and Demeter try to rip each other’s throats out… Again,” Albert said though the very last part he said under his breath. “But anyway, for one half of the year Elias is to stay in the world of the living. As the other half he is to stay here in the Underworld with Lizzy,” Albert said, well more like he told us what was going to happen. Though the older blonde didn’t look happy he just slightly scoffed. “Fine… Whatever,” Klaus said as he took his leave as a couple of leaves fell in his place once he was gone. “Thank you,” Elias said with a smile as I also thanked him. “Ah of course, and besides someone has to keep her company, but really I see how happy you two are… Well I’ll be seeing you two around, bye bye,” Albert said with a grin as like he appeared he disappeared into a bolt of lightning. Letting out a frustrated growl I yelled, “Albert I’m going to kill you! That jerk never listens.” I heard Elias chuckle as I felt him kiss my cheek before softly saying, “It’s alright, we’ll get it fixed and cleaned.” Having calmed down I nodded and gave a smile. Looking up at him we shared another loving kiss; things maybe complicated but we’ll work through them as the more important thing was that we were happy.

#wizardess heart #wizardess heart fanfics #god/goddess au #elias goldstein #wh oc #lizzy luna #klaus goldstein #greek gods #albert auburne

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schrijverr · 5 years ago

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Husband Tag

Dean and Cas do the husband tag. Takes place within the Famous Husband verse.

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but if you want me to tag anything I’ll do so happily! :)

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Dean and Castiel were sitting next to each other. Dean smiled into the camera and started the video, while Castiel smiled at him. “Hello Hunters, you’ve read the title and probably know what’s going on already, but we’re doing the husband tag!”

The intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

“How are we doing this?” Castiel asked.

Dean answered: “Well, I have a list of husband tag questions here, so lets just start at the top and answer one in turns.”

Castiel nodded and Dean offered to go first, which Cas gratefully accepted. Dean said: “First question is “How and where did we meet?” Kinda answered this one in the reveal video already, uhm, next one is “What was your first impression?” Okay, I also answered this one, I thought you were scary, turned out not to be true, but what can you do.”

He turned to Cas and said: “What was your first impression of me?”

“I thought you were a lunatic.” Castiel answered seriously.

Deans eyes got wide as he exclaimed: “Why!”

“Because you jumped me.” Castiel defended.

Dean grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head while he said: “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Dean read out: “When did you meet my family?”

He gave Cas a look and Castiel answered: “I met Sam, when he visited the weekend after I moved in, I liked him, he asked questions about my courses and the books I had. It was quite lovely.”

“Yeah, cause he is a nerd.” Dean said with an eyeroll.

Castiel looked tiredly into the camera, but didn’t comment. He went on: “And I met Bobby that summer, me and Dean had hit it off that year and I didn’t have anything to do, so we went home to Bobby's place and helped him with the shop for the entire summer. He is a nice man, didn’t really trust me at first, but I like to think I’ve grown on him.”

“Of course you’ve grown on him.” Dean said, “You’re family, you know how he is about family. He has one of our wedding pictures framed in his office. You know the one with him, Sammy, Jo and Ellen?”

“Really?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, doesn’t say anything about it when you ask him, though.” Dean shrugged.

Castiel smiled fondly and grabbed Deans phone to ask him the next question: “When and why did you fall for me? Hm, this one is interesting.”

Dean turned bright scarlet as he answered: “In third year of uni I realized I had fallen for him, but I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when it started, probably when you walked through the door.”

“You sap.” Castiel said with a smile.

Dean batted his eyelashes at him and said: “Don’t you know it, angel. But back to the story, there had been a few dudes, their leader was Dick, and they didn’t like us for some reason, so they had decided that it would be fun to leave us in the forest at night, don’t ask. But we had to get back and while we were hearing all sorts of noises, but Cas wasn’t scared and I suddenly though that that was pretty sexy of him and then I realized I found a lot about Castiel pretty sexy.”

Castiel face palmed, but he was smiling.

Then Dean was reading the next question for Cas: “How long have we been together?” That one is kind of boring I guess, you want a new one?”

“I can do two,” Castiel said, “this one is kind of short. We’ve known each other for ten years now, we’ve been dating for six years and we’ve been married for one.”

Dean nodded along with a happy and proud smile, then he read the next question: “I’ve skipped a few, cause I want to know this one, “What do you love about me?”, I’m answering this one as well.”

Cas thought about it for two seconds then he looked at Dean and held eye contact as he answered: “I love how you work tirelessly for the things you are passionate about. I love how you care for Sam. I love how your listen to me ramble about work and can remember what I talked about weeks later. I love how you watch bee documentaries with me even though you think they are boring, just because they make me happy. I love the freckles on you nose that I can never seem to count. I love how I can come home and find you in the kitchen singing and dancing in your underwear while cooking dinner for us. I love the little golden flakes in your eyes. I love your smile and your flirting. I love every little thing about you and I always will.”

The longer Cas went on the redder Dean became, he was smiling while trying to duck his head away in embarrassment, but he couldn’t let his hold of Castiels eyes go, they remained locked. When Cas was done a tear slipped down Deans face and there was a jump cut.

Dean had puffy eyes, but they were bright and shining happily. He said: “That was quite a speech, which I know I can’t match.”

“You don’t have to, Dean.” Castiel assured him.

“No, I wanna try,” Dean said and then he told Cas: “I love how you keep me grounded and calm. I love how you would give up everything for me in a heartbeat and convince me I’m worth it. I love how you became family in days even though it takes most years, just because you fit in perfectly. I love how your eyes light up when you find some random trivia about bees. I love how you listen to me ramble about my car and all the shit I leave around the house for videos. I love how you phrase things. I love how you can seem wise beyond your years and then one second later look like the biggest idiot on the planet. I love how you give anyone the middle finger if you care about something, no matter how scary you find it.”

Castiel was also tearing up a bit, so Dean decided that it was enough and cleared his throat: “That was enough of a chick-flick moment, just want to add that I also love your ass.”

“Dean! My students watch this!” Cas exclaimed, but he was grinning none the less.

“And they need to appreciate what a blessing that is.” Dean smirked.

Cas groaned and mumbled: “I hate you, Dean Winchester.”

“And I love you too, darling.” Dean sing-songed back.

Cas rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He snatched the phone out of Deans hand an randomly read a question of the screen: “What is a weird habit I have?”

Dean answered: “A weird habit? Uhhhhh, maybe it’s because I lived with you for so long that I don’t find it weird anymore, but you eat an insane amount of burgers, the fact that you are not fat is a miracle. I think I’ve seen you eat ten burgers in a row once, it’s insane.”

“You exaggerating, Dean. I do not consume an unnatural amount of burgers, they just please my palette and I eat them if I can.” Castiel said with a huff.

Dean smiled and said: “That’s another one, he can phrase things so strangely, but it’s oddly fascinating how he switches between talking like a human being and a confused immortal.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a strange being.” Castiel whined like it was an old discussion.

Without missing a beat Dean said: “When you can prove you’re not.”

Cas threw his hands up and said: “How can I prove I’m not immortal, without dying.”

Dean took a deep breath, but there was a jump cut before he could answer.

The end card showed and this time Cas sat next to Dean as he said goodbye: “That was it for this video, please remember to like, comment and subscribe and while you’re there you should hit that bell too, just so you know when I will update again. Any last words to the viewers, Cas?”

With a serious deadpan expression Cas said: “Make sure to subscribe, I have seen a nice vacation I’d like to go on, so we need the money.”

Dean hit him in the arm and Castiel rolled his eyes with a smirk as he said: “Kidding… apparently. No, I really was kidding, uhm, see you maybe and have a lovely day.”

“Ahw, that’s a sweet outro, angel.” Dean said, then he turned back to the camera and said: “Well, you heard the man, have a lovely day. Bye hunters, see you on the road!”

Then the screen went dark.

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My heart!!!

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The bickering is real, people

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Just the mental image of Dean

singing along to music while

he is dancing in his underwear

and cooking is amazing, thank

you saint Castiel

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Dean out there looking like a

snack

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Their love speeches were so

adorable!!!!!!!

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Dean called Cass angel and now

he’s arguing about the mortality

of the man? Hm, I sense a

CONSPIRACY!

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I’m sooooo jealous of all the kids

in castiels classes, I mean looking

at that all day, yum!

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Why the burgers though? No one

gonna talk about that? No?

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brb just writing down their

speeches as inspo for my vows

I mean, that romance, hot damn

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I find a lot of things about cas

pretty sexy too dean

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#RR writing #dean winchester #castiel/dean #dean x castiel #castiel #cas #destiel youtuber au #youtuber dean #supernatural #supernatural au

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shadedrose01 · 5 years ago

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Love Story

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter bangs into Harley in the hallways.

Tags: Febufluff, Day four!, Love like in the movies, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Harley Keener is a Jock, Peter Parker is a nerd, together they form: a stereotypical movie trope, Peter Parker has Asthma, Its mentioned once or twice, but its there, Peter Parker is hard on himself, Anxious Peter Parker, Harley Keener has a crush, Confident Harley Keener, Pre-Relationship

Day four of Febufluff: "Love like in the movies."

Peter pushes his glasses up further onto his nose as he races through the hallway, juggling a mountain of books in his arms. He feels his lungs start to squeeze, and a tickle beginning to form in the back of his throat but he swallows it down, focusing his attention on putting one foot in front of the other and not tripping, on making it to class on time, he has to make it on time, hes got a test, he cant be late, he-

He glances up for just a second, trying to squint at the clock on the wall to see what time it was, to make sure he would get to the classroom on time, it was only down the hallway, he could make it, he could, when he collides full force into someone, falling straight into his ass and dropping all of his books in the process, a loud, echoing bang resonating in the almost empty hallway.

"Oh shit!" A voice rings out above him as Peter groans wholeheartedly, eyes closed, rubbing at his tailbone with a wince. "Are you okay??"

He reopens his eyes, focusing on the person's shoes first 'at least the other person is okay, they'll still upright', his eyes trailing up their body before freezing when he reaches his face, his heart stopping.

Two azure eyes stare back at him, full of concern and a hint of warmth, of amusement, blond hair swept back carelessly yet perfectly, a cheeky grin on his face and yup that is definitely Harley Keener, Captain of the Football team, one of the smartest, most popular, and kindest people in the school knelt in front of him, looking at him, talking to him. 'What is happening?'

And he is gorgeous too, jesus. A softer jawline, angular, narrow features, two big dimples on each side of his smile, and freckles scattering his nose, god this isn't good. Peter's breathless, his lung not working for a whole other reason, his face is probably so red, he can feel it burning, he should probably look away, probably stop staring before it gets weird or awkward or-

"Uh, hello?" Harley's features are scrunched together now in confusion, his grin turning into a concerned half smile. "You didn't hit your head, did you? That was kind of a hard fall-"

"No, no!" Peter stammers, shaking himself out of his head. "Im- I'm okay, I just-" He looks away, sees his notes and books scattered around him just as the final bell chimes out loudly around them, making Peter flinch. "Shit! I- I got a test, I'm gonna be late, I-"

He starts gathering up his things closest to him messily, and he goes to reach for the things further away when his hand brushes against another, the skin soft, warm, calloused under his touch. Peter jerks his hand back like it burned him, wide eyes flickering up to Harley's calm ones, who is now holding a stack of books out to him with a gentle look. "Here."

Peter flushes even more, and grabs them quickly with a small "thank you", standing abruptly and starting to bolt away towards his class, wanting to be out of this awkward moment, this embarrassing situation as soon as physically possible when- "Wait!" Peter forces himself to halt, looking over his shoulder at the taller boy, who has his backpack slung over his shoulder, body relaxed and grin easy. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Peter nods shakily, mumbling out a small "cya" and waking awkwardly before booking it away again, shoulders hunched, head down but staring forward, already berating himself into the ground.

Peter had assumed that Harleys 'see you around' had just been a polite courtesy, a kind gesture that Harley gave everyone, nothing special. After all, what would a superstar athlete like Harley want with a nerd like Peter, who couldnt even do a lap in gym without falling into an asthma attack?

He never thought Harley would actually take him up on the offer, but the next day, when Peter was at his locker switching out his books for his next few classes, a body randomly appears beside him. "So, you're Peter, right?"

"Gah!" Peter flinches again, almost dropping his books out of shock before catching them at the last minute. He turns to face the boy, who now has a shit eating grin on his face and a twinkle of mirth in his eye. He's wearing a hat today, Peter notes, backwards, hair slicked back underneath it, and a big gray sweater with a big Midtown Tech Football logo on it.

"You're jumpy." Harley states like it's a fact, leaning against Peter's locker door with his arms crossed, looking way better than anyone has any right to, 'what the hell, why he is here, what in the what?'

Peter just blinks at him for a few seconds, before forcing out an anxious laugh, picking at the ends of his hoodie sleeves. "W-Well, I dont normally have people sneaking up on me."

That gets a laugh out of the older boy, the soft light and airy, and causing Peter's heart rate to speed up like crazy. "Yeah, fair enough. So, are you?" He raises an blond eyebrow, and Peter swallows, shuffling on his feet and nodding. "Peter... Parker, right? You're in a few of my classes. Calculus, Physics aaaand Chem."

Peter blinks at him again, eyes owlish. "You- you noticed?"

Harley just sends him another cheeky grin, making Peter swoon, and gives him and very obvious once over. "Of course, darlin'. How could I ignore the cutest person in the room?"

Peter chokes on his spit, coughing abruptly into his sleeve. 'What?!?' Harley Keener, the hottest person in the entire fricken school... thought he was cute? Him? Simple, boring, nobody Peter Parker? "...me?" He wheezes out, pressing a hand to his chest.

Harley makes a show of looking around, laughing lightly. "I didn't think I was hittin' on anyone else."

Peter sputters again, his face burning. "But- but why?"

Harley just raises an eyebrow at him. "Why what? Why am I hittin' on ya?" When Peter nods sheepishly, something deep and sad swirls in Harleys eyes. He shrugs nonchalantly when he answers, "Because you're cute, like I said. You're cute, and super fucking smart, like smarter than me smart and I'm pretty damn smart." He doesn't say it in a cocky, I'm better than everyone else kind of way, he just says it as if it's a fact. Because it is. Peter can see the faintest hint of a blush form on Harley's face, and he turns almost bashful as he continues, "You seem really kind, and sometimes I'll overhear conversations between you and your friends, and you seem really funny, and- I dont know, I just want to get to know you better." He shrugs again, but it's more jittery this time, more nervous.

Peter's heart can't handle this. He can't handle this. Harley really thinks all of this, and is acting all shy and cute and so so sweet, about him? Because of him? Wha- what does he even say?? How does he even react to this?? Peter's brain is malfunctioning, and he cant seem to do anything more than to ogle at the older boy, jaw dropped, face burning a bright red, watching as Harley starts to fidget more and more as the seconds pass.

Until finally, after about a half a minute or so of Peter's brain blue screening, Harley speaks back up, coughing awkwardly, a faint but noticable disappointment and embarassment in his tone. "I-I mean, its okay if you dont want to, or anything, I- this was probably super weird of me, I'm sorry-"

"No!" Peter blurts out, finally getting his shit back together in order to form a coherent response. "No, no, I-I do, I really- really do, I'm just- surprised."

"Why? Because I'm a jock?" The amount of bitterness in Harleys voice causes Peter to jerk back slightly, eyes widening and hands flailing out to defend himself.

"No! No, it has nothing to do with you, it's just- just- ugh-" Peter runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it slightly. "I'm... me. Puny, Penis Parker. I didn't- I didn't think anyone would want me. Especially not someone like you." He admits softly, eyes downcast, shoulders slumped. It was true, everything he said. He didn't think he'd ever catch someone's eye, with his old, bulky glasses, his constant sickness, his too thin frame. And yet...

Two fingers brush against the underside of his chin, tilting his head upwards gently until Peter's eyes connect with Harleys, soft and churning with a new found determination. "Well, I do. And I would like to take you out on a date, if that's okay with you."

Peter feels a steady smile growing on his face. "It is."

The confident grin is back, evidence of Harleys relief and ecstasy. "Good. Phone?" Harley holds out a hand and Peter scurries to grab the device out of his pocket, handing it to the older boy. He types for a second or two, before passing it back, and winking at Peter. "I'll text you the details later."

And then hes gone, just as fast as he came, strutting down the hallway with his shoulders square and head up, radiating confidence and glee. Peter chuckles breathlessly, staring after him with warmth, surprise, shock, but mostly happiness and hope swirling in his chest as he shuts his locker and heads to his next class, thoughts of his new date flowering in his mind.

#parkner #parley #harley keener/peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #febufluff #Febufluff #love like in the movies #jocks and nerds #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction

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happy-tree-friends-imagines · 6 years ago

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Grenade - L X Reader Angst! - Part 1

Word count: 1,300

Warning(s): Angst, trigger warning, blood/gore warning.

Part: 1

Hey so it’s been a long time since I posted something... so I wanted to get back on that! Here’s something fun I’ve been working on and I hope you guys really enjoy! This will be in parts, this is part one and I will be posting more parts to this story later! It will probably just be a short story but I really hope you guys like it! Please leave (kind!) comments, like, write in the tags! I love it when you guys do that so yeah, feel free to give some feedback! Enjoy~

(P.s. something about writing at night makes me write in a more proper tone, making the characters speak a bit more properly so... perfect for writing for L!)

Story is under keep reading!

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You knew L never meant to take this so far. Your relationship was never meant to last from the very start. You should have known it was merely a test, another one of his experiments.

But like the fool you were, you believed in his false love for you.

It all started when you joined the task force, the very task force assigned to help the legendary L to catch Kira. It was a shot at the top and your career as a detective was just starting to take off. You only needed one chance. That one chance would either make it or break it for you.

“Hello L, I am detective L/N. Nice to meet you, I hope we can work together to solve this case.”

L sat awkwardly as he faced you for the first time, sitting up on the balls of his feet, expertly balancing on the edge of the rolling chair. His shaggy black hair swished in front of his shifting, calculating eyes. Underneath those eyes were dark bags, suggesting that he had not slept in many months. Though everyone insisted he was a genius, his overly dilated pupils had led you to believe that the man was slightly… psychotic.

Gripping your right pointer finger between his right fore and thumb finger, he accepted your… handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you as well detective. As you know, I am L-”

“I recognize your work from the BB case,” you cut him off with a smile, eager to impress the famous detective. “Quite astonishing work sir.”

“Please, detective, call me Ryuzaki.”

From then on, you worked beside the strange man, typing away at the many computers that lined the walls. You took shifts watching the security cameras, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. Most of your shifts ended up being in the late hours of night into early morning. It was then that the never sleeping L was most talkative. Whether it was the quiet hours or if it was just that you were beside him, you never knew what had made him chose to talk so much at that point in time.

“You see here detective L/N, this is-”

“Y/N…”

“What?” The black-haired man questioned, seemingly for the first time, caught off guard.

“Call me Y/N,” you repeated, hugging your knees close to your chest underneath the blanket you had draped across yourself as you sat in the roller chair nearest Ryuzaki.

The man blinked at you, once, twice. “As you wish. Y/N, then, look here at this evidence. Please analyze what you are seeing here-” he continued on with the conversation then without further hesitation.

You looked over the data with a new found confidence, assured your relationship with L was growing stronger. You were glad to be learning so much from him. Though it didn’t take long for things to take a turn.

It was another long night beside L, watching the security cameras, analyzing information, and constantly being quizzed randomly by the detective. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkened room perfectly after spending four long months there. Much like L, your own eyes had grown dark bags underneath them. Though you knew you were getting much more sleep than him, not sleeping at the correct time took its toll.

The night dragged on for what seemed like years, and still it was only the beginning of your shift, 1am. Besides that it seemed to be a rather normal night, whatever that meant, besides the fact that L’s usually carefully trained eyes weren’t as focused on the documents and live security footage. Instead, his eyes kept flicking over to where you sat to the right of him.

You forced yourself to ignore it as you carefully watched a boy, Chief Yagami’s son, look directly into a hidden camera as he pulled out a stack of homework from his backpack. Accident? Coincidence? Purposely? You didn’t know, but you were determined to find out. Though the ever shifting eyes over your body was greatly distracting your train of thought.

“Is something wrong Ryuzaki?” You questioned the shifting detective who did nothing to hide the fact that he was now openly staring at you as you worked.

“Why would you think that something might be wrong Y/N?” His monotone voice caused your face to heat up. It had been at least two weeks since you had insisted he call you by your first name, yet every time he said it, a thrill ran through you.

“I don’t know… but you’re staring an awful lot you know,” your voice rang a teasing note as you playfully wagged a finger in his direction.

“It is normal to be fixated on someone who one would find abnormally attractive, is it not?” His words caught you off guard and you choked on air.

“Attractive?”

“That’s what I said.”

“You find me-?”

“Attractive, if I do say so myself,” he smirked at his statement, eyes glued to your now red face. You settled farther into your chair, allowing yourself to slouch as you pulled your arms up and crossed them over your chest, lip stuck out in a small pout.

“You do not.”

“You doubt my enchantment?”

“Yes,” you answered stubbornly. “I think you’re just trying to be funny. I’ve known you long enough. I know your tricks-”

“Is that so?” He raised a thick eyebrow with an amused expression on his face.

“I believe it is sir! While you have been observing me, I have since been observing you-”

“Ah, quiet the double tasker I see.”

“Of course, I would be nothing less. If I could not do such simple things, I would not be here right now.”

“Correct you are Y/N, but you are avoiding my advancements-”

“Advancements?!” You cried out with a laugh. “You have done nothing of the sort, the only ‘advancement’ you have is when you attempted to compliment me, though in an extremely vague way, if I might say.”

Had he moved closer all of a sudden?

“Vague? How so?”

Had he always been that close?

“Vague, as in, if you wanted to go ahead and complement me, you could have done so with more meaningful words,” your eyes followed the trace of his tongue over his lips.

Why were his lips the only thing you could think of right now?

“Ah, I think I am beginning to understand.”

His eyes were bright, had they always had this much shine to them?

“Are you?” you challenged, leaning towards him ever so slightly.

“Y/N…” he whispered. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

Does he taste sweet?

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed into your mouth, leaning forward just a bit more.

His lips pressed softly to yours and your eyes fluttered shut as his lanky, yet strong, arms came to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to himself.

He did, he did taste sweet, you concluded as his tongue snuck in through your parted lips, dancing with your own.

You pulled away for a breath, eyes opening to meet his half-lidded ones. You sat in his lap now, having transferred seats in the heat of the makeout, chest pushed together. You could feel his strong heartbeat through his chest. You were sure he could feel your wild one in yours.

Suddenly, placing a pale hand on the center of your chest at the base of your neck, L grinned. Fingering your pulse with his pointer finger, he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Beautiful~”

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takerfoxx · 6 years ago

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RD Walpurgis Nights 7: Part 4

Ophelia sucked in sharply through her teeth. “Okay, um. Well, that’s really good advice and all, but I’m guessing things didn’t turn out well.”

“No,” Homulilly said, shaking her head. “It was a disaster.”

…

Three days ago…

“I’m so glad you decided to come,” Gretchen said happily as she and Homulilly walked hand-in-hand through the FIB’s schoolhouse. “You’ll love it, I promise!”

Homulilly smiled reassuringly, but she was gnawing the insides of her cheeks.

It was early evening, and they had just gotten out from dinner. Normally this would be when the two of them would return to their dorm to work on homework, relax, read, watch holovids, or just goof off, but Gretchen still had a few more meetings to attend with the planning committee for the festival, and Homulilly would be damned if she spent another night alone, much less leave Gretchen alone around Mitty without supervision.

Surprisingly, the committee had no issue with letting Homulilly tag along. She had expected Mitty at least to raise some kind of protest, but she apparently had been fine with it.

Maybe she had other things to worry about. Maybe she liked the competition. Or maybe…

Homulilly’s smile began to get a little strained.

…maybe she didn’t see Homulilly as competition at all. And why would she? She was gorgeous, while all Homulilly could manage was…cute. Maybe this was intentional. Maybe she wanted to steal Homulilly’s girl right in front of her.

Well, Homulilly for one was not going to taking that lying down. She was wearing a silky black dress that came down to just before her knees, and black stockings that extended just above them, leaving a few centimeters of skin in between. Every knot and tangle had been combed out of her hair and it now practically shined, every petal on her spider-lily was perfectly curled, and she had had one of the caretakers help her a few touches of makeup.

Gretchen, it should be noted, had just been confused when she saw how much Homulilly had made herself up, and was just wearing a frilly pink blouse, a white hooded jacket, and shorts. Still, she had been very complimentary regardless.

The planning committee had their meetings in the big auditorium where the FIB put on plays, rallies, and other school events. Homulilly imagined several professional looking people sitting politely in the first few rows, facing the stage, where the president was standing at the podium giving a presentation, probably one with holographic flowcharts or something.

As they neared the auditorium, Homulilly reflexively headed for the big double-door, but Gretchen passed right past them to head for the smaller side-door instead, the one near the stage that let staff get in and out without disrupting whatever was going on.

Homulilly got another surprise when they entered the room. Given that class sizes depended on girls dying and randomly ending up in Freehaven, it was only about twice the size of one of the classrooms. Still, it was one of the larger rooms in the FIB, and Homulilly had expected to see the members of the planning committee filling the seats, dutifully listening as the president addressed them from the stage.

Instead, the stage was empty, almost all the chairs were folded up and stacked along the walls, and only four girls were hanging out near the back. There was a plastic table set up with a variety of snacks and a keg of punch set up, and a few chairs were set up in a disorganized ring. Only one of the girls was actually sitting normally, while another had her chair backwards and was leaning over its back while the third was lounging her legs across three chairs while the fourth was at the table helping herself to the snacks.

Mitty was nowhere to be seen.

Homulilly hesitated. Her earlier conviction that she was headed to war and confidence to win suddenly started to dry up, and she felt very overdressed. The committee was a third of the size she was expecting, and like Gretchen, everyone else wore comfortable clothes and was chatting casually.

As Homulilly hung back, Gretchen bolted ahead toward the group. “Hey, guys!” she said cheerfully. “This is my girlfriend, Homulilly. She was getting bored without me and wanted to tag along!” She pointed to the girl sitting normally, who was Middle-Eastern, short of stature, and had her long, bright yellow hair tied back. “This is Yasmin Asfour, our president.”

“Hi,” Yasmin said with a shy wave.

Gretchen then turned to the girl reclining across three chairs, who was Caucasian, slightly overweight, and had short blue hair that looked like it curled naturally.

“That’s Patricia Sanders, the vice-president!”

“Hi,” said Patricia said.

“That’s Jada Avidan, the secretary,” Gretchen said, indicating the girl helping herself to snacks. An olive-skinned Jewish girl with wavy pink hair, Jada merely gave a quick half-salute over her shoulder and went back to what she was doing.

“And that’s Madeline, the treasurer,” Gretchen said as she pointed out the girl with the backwards chair. A black girl with bright red hair, she was a witch with arms and legs shaped like Corinthian columns. At her introduction, she just nodded and went back to talking to Vivian.

“Um, hello,” Homulilly said. “I, uh, hope I’m not intruding.” Then she remembered that she was supposed to look cool and confident and gave herself a mental kick.

“Where’s Mitty?” Gretchen asked as she grabbed a pair of chairs for her and Homulilly and sat down, her legs spreading in all directions.

Hopefully sick, Homulilly thought as she took her seat next to Gretchen. Or in jail. Or expelled. Or-

“Here,” said the familiar voice, dashing Homulilly’s hopes. It came from the far end of the room. There, a brown couch was facing the wall, with Mitty’s bright orange hair hanging out over one armrest and her bare feet dangling over the other. “Howdy.”

Then her feet disappeared, her knees appeared over the top of the cushions, and she kipped up, leaping fully off the couch to land on her feet on the floor. She was just wearing a pair of sweatpants and midriff exposing tee-shirt that bore the logo of some band that Homulilly had never heard of. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and she wore no makeup.

“Okey-doke,” Mitty said as she picked up a folded chair and approached the small group. “Jalaga should be back in a bit, and we can get started. Hey, Homulilly. Glad you could make it.” Then she saw what Homulilly was wearing and her eyes went wide.

“Damn,” she said. She tossed the chair at the chair, giving it a weird twist of her wrist as she did. It somehow unfolded as it spun through the air and landed perfectly on all four legs, facing the rest of the group, letting her sit down. “Where’s the party? Can I come?”

Homulilly had no idea how to respond to that.

Right about then she heard the big double-doors opening behind them, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. “Hey, Jalaga!” Jada called. “Right on time!”

That was when Madeline suddenly looked worried. She leaned over and said to Gretchen in a low voice, “Uh-oh. Hey, Gretchen? You warned your girlfriend about Jalaga, right?”

Gretchen’s eyes went wide.

Warn? Warn her about what? Homulilly instinctively turned in her chair to see what the problem was.

“Lilly-chan, wait,” Gretchen said grabbing her by the arm. “Maybe you shouldn’t-”

“Hey, everyone!” said a deep, booming voice, one that was definitely not human. “I got the rest of the flags, so we should be ready to-”

Homulilly finished turning fully in her seat. Then her face lost what little color it had and with a loud shriek she fell backward to the floor, nearly taking Gretchen with her.

Jalaga was a vaskergoros, all fur-covered muscle, sharp tusks, and four massive arms. Not a tall one, as such things were judged, but even at her three-and-a-half meters, she had to stoop to keep her head from scraping the ceiling.

That in itself would have been a surprise, but not a shock. Vaskergoros were not common in Freehaven, but Homulilly had seen enough of them to at least get sort of used to their size and fearsome appearances. However, this particular vaskergoros differed greatly from the ones she had seen in one significant regard: namely, she was a witch. A witch whose entire chest, shoulders, arms, and head were completely skeletal, and her living skull of a head levitated over the thick bones of her shoulders in a ball of green flame.

At Homulilly’s reaction, Jalaga froze in place and stared down at her. “Oh,” she said, her voice emanating as much from her fleshless chest as it did her mouth. “I…didn’t know we had someone new. Sorry for scaring you.”

Trembling like hairless rat freezing to death, Homulilly could do nothing but remain right where she was and gape up at the demonic visage staring down at her.

A very long silence passed, and then Jalaga said, “Oh. Hey! You got the same kind of arms I do! Neat.”

More silence. Someone coughed.

Jalaga glanced around and tried again. “So…do your elbow joints grind together whenever you try to reach around and scratch your back? Because mine do, and it is just the worst.”

Still no answer.

Jalaga slowly breathed out, no mean feat for someone who should not even be capable of the act. “So, is she going to be okay?” she asked the others as she pointed down at the cowering Homulilly. “Because this is getting really uncomfortable.”

…

Now…

“Ouch,” Ophelia said with a wince. “Ouch.

“Yeah,” Homulilly said with a sniff. Just reliving the memory was making her turn pink. “It was Dr. Antercateract all over again.”

“Dr…Oh, right. Oktavia’s tentacled friend. Um, would I be correct in assuming that this was one of those nights where literally everything that could go wrong did go wrong?”

Homulilly sighed. “Yeah,” she said. “Absolutely.”

…

Then…

Once everyone was finally all circled up, Yasmin cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “All right, all right, meet and greet’s over. Now, we need to-”

Homulilly, who had been itching for this moment, abruptly raised her hand.

“-and, ah, yes?”

Almost immediately Homulilly felt the urge to apologize for the interruption and say it was nothing, anything to get all the eyes now focused on her to turn anywhere else. Even the look that Gretchen was shooting her was more confused than supportive.

However, it was too late to back down now. “Hi. Um, sorry, I know I’m not really part of the committee, but…I did have some ideas I wanted to, you know, throw out there.”

Homulilly knew that the others probably wouldn’t be expecting her to contribute, but she wanted to at least justify her being there. Plus, given her recent gaff, she hoped that by offering up something they would be more quick to accept her.

However, it wasn’t interest in what she had to say that they were displaying, nor was it hostility for daring to speak up. Rather, they all just looked completely bewildered. Even Jalaga managed to convey an expression of total bemusement on her fleshless features.

Well, she had gone this far, and it was too late to pull out. Clearing her throat and hoping that her nervousness wasn’t showing in her voice, Homulilly pressed on. “I, uh, looked up the stuff you guys did the last few years, and noticed that there was, like, a dance theme going on, and, and how you’d do a dance from a different part of…” For a brief moment, Homulilly completely forgot the name of the planet they had lived on when they had all been alive, and nearly blanked out. “Er, th-the world of the living. So…I was thinking that you could…continue that, and this year you could…”

Madeline then cleared her throat, bringing Homulilly to a sudden stop. “Um, Homulilly? The festival is right around the corner. We’re pretty far past the brainstorming stage. In fact, most of our part’s already set up. We were just going to finish what we’ve got left and make sure everyone’s ready.” There was a pause, and then she added, “And this year’s theme is the Samba.”

“Oh,” Homulilly said as she slowly sank back into her chair. “Sorry.”

Gretchen gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Yet another beat passed, and then Mitty said, “Still…it’s good that you wanted to help out. So…maybe you could join the committee next year, yeah?”

Homulilly didn’t trust herself to respond. Mitty…was trying to comfort her, to make her feel better. Mitty felt sorry for her! Gretchen felt sorry for her! They all felt sorry for her, at least the ones that weren’t annoyed by the interruption! Homulilly had shown up hoping to impress and show Mitty up, but instead she had embarrassed herself so badly that Mitty was taking pity on her!

And the worst of it is that it was all Homulilly’s fault. Of course they wouldn’t need any more ideas; of course they would be almost done! Why hadn’t she known that? It was obvious! But she had been so caught up in the idea of going to war with Mitty that she had completely failed to think logically and instead had jumped at every dumb idea that had crossed her mind.

Yasmin had started talking again, picking up where she had left off, no doubt in part to steer attention away from Homulilly’s latest screw-up. Homulilly planted her hands on her knees in hopes that it would keep them from shaking, but she couldn’t stop her fingers from curling, crinkling the fabric of her skirt. She had started the evening primed and ready to go to war, but now it was herself that she wanted to smack.

…

Now…

“Wow,” Ophelia said. “Okay then.”

Homulilly was already red in the face due to what had recently gone down, but reliving the previous night’s humiliations darkening the color into purple. “I was an idiot,” she mumbled. “I was such an idiot.”

Ophelia pulled out another candy bar (how many of those did she keep on her?), slowly unwrapped it, took a contemplative bite, chewed for a bit, swallowed, and said, “If I tried to make you feel better, would it make it worse?”

“Yes.”

“Duly noted. So…what happened next?”

…

Then…

The actual meeting part had been mercifully brief, and within minutes everyone headed outside to get to work. Homulilly sulkily followed, mentally kicking herself every step of the way for every single decision she had made in the last twenty-four hours.

Sure enough, everything was practically done. The dance circle was an octagonal wooden stage surrounded by a white lattice wall, with a big opening on one side. All that was really left was to put up the last few decorations.

Once outside, everyone quickly dispersed to their tasks. Nobody said anything to Homulilly, so she sat down on a bench to watch as the last bits of light-hanging and sign-painting was taken care of.

The first thing she noticed was that Mitty and Gretchen weren’t working anywhere near each other, which was a relief. Or maybe it wasn’t. Homulilly had half-expected for Mitty to take advantage of Homulilly’s public humiliation to swoop in for the kill, but instead the two were barely interacting. Maybe she felt so sorry for her rival that she had decided to back off for the time being, out of pity.

Or, as Homulilly bitterly reflected was most likely the case, she didn’t consider Homulilly to be any kind of rival and saw no need to capitalize.

At the moment, Mitty was hanging out near the FIB’s wall, talking to Madeline. Homulilly watched as the two chatted and laughed, playfully exchanging barbs. Homulilly frowned. Come to think of it, Mitty was acting much the same around Madeline as she had with Gretchen. What was going on? Was she trying to seduce everyone on the planning committee?

Then, right there in front of everyone, Mitty reached down and grabbed a big handful of Madeline’s butt.

Homulilly’s jaw dropped at the boldness. Well, sure, she was used to Ophelia and Oktavia’s open appreciation of any cute girl that walked by, but they at least kept their hands and comments between the two of them. This was a whole new level of brazen!

“Sexual harassment!” Madeline called out, laughing. “Sexual harassment!”

“Hey, Mitty!” Patricia called over from where she was working. “Wait until after we’re done before you start molesting people!”

Confused, Homulilly just shook her head. Okay, maybe she was worried over nothing. Maybe that was just how Mitty was with everyone.

Still laughing, Mitty grabbed up the banner she was to put up and a bucket of tools and turned toward the wall. Homulilly expected her to leap or run her way to the top like everyone else, but instead she lifted her right leg, planted her foot against the side of the wall, lifted her left leg, and then proceeded to casually walk all the way to the top, her body perpendicular to the ground.

Despite the dark cloud that was hanging over her, Homulilly couldn’t help but leap to her feet and blurt out, “She can walk on walls?”

Though there was a fair distance between her and the apparent human spider, it was close enough for Mitty to hear, and she turned her head to smirk down at the stunned girl. “Hell yeah, I can walk on walls! Used to need to summon up my uniform boots to do it, but since that ain’t happening anymore, now I can do it whenever!”

“You know, I never got that,” Jada remarked from where she was working over at the stage itself. “We can still summon up our old weapons, right? So how come we can’t get our uniforms back?”

“Who the hell knows?” Mitty said with a shrug. “But hey, given the choice, I’d go with ol’ Sexy here.” She shifted the banner under her armpit, moved the bucket over to her left hand, and held out her right. There was a flash, and then a long green staff with a triangular yellow crystal at both ends was in her hand. She spun it around one-handed like a baton and then jammed it against the side of the building. The crystal seemed to melt and mold itself against the wall and the whole pole stuck.

Hanging the bucket on the pole, Mitty knelt down on the wall to get to work.

Homulilly thought back to her visits to the Ladoga house, where Ophelia, Charlotte, Oktavia, and Candeloro had their old weapons hanging over the fireplace, as they had managed to hold onto them when making their escape from Dead Drop City. She wished that she and Gretchen had had the presence of mind to do the same, but they hadn’t even seen theirs. Presumably they were still there, within that terrible clock tower. Just another thing Puella Magi had over witches.

“Lilly-chan!”

Homulilly turned to see Gretchen waving over to her. The pink-haired witch was hanging flags on the wooden latticework wall that surrounded the courtyard. She was making good time too, as she had her nest of wire-legs stretched all the way across the wall, each one plucking up flags to tie them into place in an impressive display of multitasking. It made her look like an incredibly cute pagan god of legend.

“Come on! You can work with me!”

Normally Homulilly would have jumped at the chance, but now all she could do was wonder why Gretchen even needed the help, as she was handily doing the work of at least six people with little effort.

It’s because she feels sorry for me. I mean, look at me, sitting by myself and looking pathetic.

Still, at least it was something to do, and maybe by being helpful Homulilly could make up for her earlier slipups. Sighing, she got up and walked over to where Gretchen was working.

Gretchen reached down with several of her legs and twisted them around to form a pair of step-ups. “C’mon,” she said. “I’ll give you a boost!”

Homulilly glanced over to where Mitty was still crouched on the side of the building, half-singing and half-humming a pretty raunchy hip-hop song. “No, it’s okay. I got it,” she said.

Gretchen blinked. “Are you sure? Because I-”

Homulilly took a few steps back, calculated her path, and bolted toward one of the columns. Then, just like she had done a hundred times to reach the rooftop pathways of Freehaven, she leapt up.

At first everything went as planned, and Homulilly was able clear most of the column’s length with a single bound. However, as she did so, she realized her mistake: sure, the walls she was used to scaling were far higher, but they also included a series of handholds and footholds, whereas the column had nothing for her to hold onto.

As Homulilly felt her ascent start to slow and her descent starting to take hold, she desperately braced her feet against the side of the column and pushed up. It wasn’t much, but it gave her enough momentum to seize onto the top of the beam with both hands. Then, before anyone could notice her near-mishap, she hauled herself up.

Straddling the beam with her legs, she shot Gretchen what she hoped was a confident smile. “See?” she said. “Nothing to it.”

Then she saw that Gretchen had several of her legs reared up around her like a startled octopus, no doubt at the ready to catch Homulilly if she fell. “Oh,” she said, looking genuinely surprised. Then she grinned and lowered her legs. “Cool! All right, let me show you what we need to do.”

Homulilly’s smile faltered. Wait, did she really think that Homulilly wasn’t going to make it?

Then she heard a small chuckle. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Mitty was shaking her head as she snickered. There was no doubt about it; she had seen how close Homulilly had come to falling.

Wincing, Homulilly turned away and instead focused on helping Gretchen with the flags.

The two worked in silence for a bit, which for them was unusual. Homulilly honestly found it hard to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing, as her mind kept racing to come up with something to break the silence, anything they could talk about that wouldn’t betray the nerves she was feeling.

Then Gretchen said, “Um, Lilly-chan? Can I ask you something?”

The last time Gretchen had ventured that kind of question in that tone, it had led to their first kiss. But given recent events, Homulilly wasn’t exactly optimistic that the subject matter was going to be anything nearly as positive. Forcing what she hoped was a warm smile, Homulilly said, “Sure!”

True enough, Gretchen’s question was not one that Homulilly really wanted to answer. “Um, are you…okay? Because you’ve been acting very weird lately.”

Though she wasn’t much for swearing, all the time spent with Cheese the parrot had given Homulilly a large and filthy vocabulary to work with should ever the need arise. And though she said none of the words out loud, mentally she ran through most of them in seconds.

Fighting to keep her panic from her face but knowing that she was failing miserably, Homulilly stammered out, “Uh…wh-what do you mean?”

Gretchen was many things, but an idiot was not one of them. She just gave Homulilly the look, obviously not fooled in the slightest.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn. What was Homulilly supposed to do? She couldn’t come out with the truth, which in itself just felt so completely wrong, as Gretchen was the one person she could always be honest with. But she couldn’t just tell the truth and say that she was worried that Gretchen might leave her one day.

Think, Homulilly. Think! There had to be something she could say, had to be something she could say to allay Gretchen’s concerns.

And then, in a flash of inspiration, she had it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and fortunately did not have to fake it. “I know, it’s just…you know, after the museum trip, everything’s just been feeling like it’s upside-down, and…” She sighed, and said again, “I’m sorry.”

The annoyance in Gretchen’s eyes softened, to be replaced with sympathy. “Oh, Lilly-chan.” Then she suddenly lunged forward to seize Homulilly in a tight embrace.

Homulilly, who had not been expecting that reaction, almost went stiff with surprise, but thankfully her reflexes took over and she immediately returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around Gretchen in return.

Her face close to Homulilly’s ear, Gretchen whispered, “Lilly-chan, I know things are scary right now, but you don’t have to worry! You heard what they said: so long as we stick together, we’ll be all right.”

That was just what Homulilly needed to hear. She sighed, letting the tension in her shoulders recede a little. Maybe she had been a little silly. Maybe she had let Annabelle Lee’s words get to her. But everything was going to be fine, right?

Then Gretchen said, “That’s why you don’t need to act cool for me, okay? Just be yourself. That’s all I want.”

Normally Homulilly would have been just fine with that, but something about the way Gretchen said that sounded sour to her ears. “Don’t need to act cool”? So…Gretchen didn’t think she was cool?

Well, granted, Homulilly herself didn’t think that she was cool, but now she was starting to realize just how cool everyone in her life was. Ophelia was really cool, Oktavia was also really cool, and Charlotte was pretty cool herself, with their brash personalities, funny quirks, and the confidence with which they did everything. Even Candeloro, who was the least aggressive and most feminine of the group, was also cool in her own way. And Gretchen, who was small, cute, and really pink, seemed to have no difficulty endearing herself to the cool people and making friends with them.

In fact, now that Homulilly thought about it, back when they had first met all of their friends, Ophelia had first approached her because Cheese had scared her and Ophelia had wanted to cheer her up, and it had taken a lot of coaxing to just get Homulilly to talk to her. Whereas Gretchen had been the one to approach Oktavia and strike up a conversation.

And then there was Mitty.

Everywhere she went, Gretchen just kept fitting in with cool people, while Homulilly just seemed to be tagging along for the ride. It had even been Gretchen that had rescued herself from the torturous situation she had found herself in and saved Homulilly from the clock tower.

Gretchen said that she loved her with all of her heart, and Homulilly believed her. But with all the talk she had been hearing lately about soul resonance, how much of that was because they had joined together as a Walpurgisnacht, and how much would have happened anyway? Did they even like each other in the old life? Were they even friends?

Homulilly had an image flash through her head, that of what their old Puella Magi team might have been like, where the past-selves of Gretchen, Ophelia, Oktavia, Candeloro, and…maybe Charlotte (they had never really worked out why she didn’t share the same reflexive recognition as the others) risked their lives to protect the city and looked really cool doing it. And in the back was Homulilly, always holding the others back, always coming up short, always screwing up and making things worse.

Always letting everyone down.

And that was her now. The others kept her around, sure. And she had no doubt that they liked her. But how much of that was out of pity? For all she knew, in their former life she had been the black sheep of the group, the one that the rest just kept around for the sake of having as much firepower as possible.

All of this passed through Homulilly’s mind in just a few seconds, but she couldn’t let Gretchen know. So she just forced everything she was feeling and thinking from her face and voice and said, “Okay. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

They parted then, though Gretchen kept her hand on Homulilly’s shoulder.

“Just hold on,” she said. “We’ll be fine.”

Homulilly nodded and turned in her seat…

…only to just then remember that she was seating on a wooden beam fifteen feet in the air.

She felt her balance leave almost immediately. She tried to correct herself, but somehow her stupid skirt had gotten twisted under her and that just threw her off all the more. She then tried to grab onto the beam for support, but somehow her hand fell onto the bucket of flags that was sitting right behind her.

The bucket fell, and Homulilly slipped right along with it.

She let out a loud yelp as she went horizontal, headed for what promised to be a very painful impact on the wooden stage below.

And then she stopped.

A moment later she heard the bucket clatter against the ground.

Blinking in surprise, Homulilly looked around to try to get some sense of what had happened. She was still horizontal, hanging perpendicular to the wooden beam, one leg still thrown across it. But in defiance of gravity itself, she was floating in midair.

Then she felt the wire-thin bindings around her waist and arms.

Gretchen had lashed out with four of her legs, snatching her before she could fall and keeping her in place. Looking concerned, she slowly maneuvered Homulilly back into place. “All you all right?” she said.

Though her illusionary heartbeat was still pounding in her ears, Homulilly managed a nod. Whew, that had been a close one.

And then she heard Yasmin say from down below, “Um, you guys okay up there?”

Homulilly turned, slowly and carefully, to look. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were all staring at the pair.

Gretchen waved to them. “We’re fine!” she said. “Just a little slip. Don’t worry!”

Homulilly’s eyes swept over the group, seeing the looks of pity and disappointment.

Then she looked up. Mitty was now standing on the roof of the FIB building, far above them, her head bowed with one hand pressing against her forehead. She slowly shook her head, in clear disbelief that the klutz had done it again.

…

Now…

“Well?” Homulilly said.

“Well what?” said Ophelia.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Ophelia leaned back to recline across the wall on her elbows. She pushed her hat back and said, “Got plenty to say, but I think I’m gonna wait until you’re done before I say it.”

Homulilly sighed.

“Well?” Ophelia said, rolling her wrist to urge her on. “Keep it going.”

…

Then…

At the start of the night, Homulilly had been confidently striding forward with her shoulders straight, her head held high, and ready to prove herself to be just as cool as Mitty.

Now she no longer cared about any of that. She slumped into her seat next to Gretchen, head down, eyes moodily studying how the tiny marshmallows bobbed around in the steamy brown swamp of her hot chocolate.

At long last the night had come to an end, and everyone had decided to go hang out at the FIB’s all-hours coffee shop. Homulilly had frankly would have preferred to not to, but she was in such a bad mood by then that she couldn’t even muster up enough energy to say otherwise, so she had just said nothing and slouched after everyone.

Since Jalaga was still with them and couldn’t exactly come inside, they were all sitting in the outside area in a circle around a firepit, nursing their drinks and pastries and chatting away. It seemed that the others had decided to just ignore Gretchen’s moody and kind of embarrassing girlfriend and just act like she wasn’t there.

Some things never changed.

Though she wasn’t participating in the slightest with the conversation, bits were drifting past her consciousness. Apparently they were talking the museum trip.

“It was just such a trip, you know?” Mitty was saying, referring to their excursion to the museum the day before. Unlike Homulilly, she was wholly at ease, relaxing with one leg up over the armrest and the other stretched out onto the edge of the firepit. And why wouldn’t she be? She wasn’t the one that had made a fool of herself in front of everyone. “I mean, it’s one thing to read about all that stuff, see the pictures, watch the videos…er, holos, but it’s another to like jump into someone’s freaking memories.”

“Yeah, I remember going through the same thing last year,” Jada said as she shook her head. “Only worse. I hadn’t even heard of the Void Walkers before then.”

“Seems kind of scummy, if you ask me,” said Madeline. “I mean, to drop that on us right before the festival. Kinda kills the mood, right?”

“Maybe they’re hoping it’ll cheer us up,” Jada said.

“It didn’t for me.”

“Okay, but you know what I don’t get?” Mitty said. “See, the part I was really looking forward was meeting Astrid. Because she’s supposed to be one of the only witches to turn back into, uh, into a Puella Magi, right? And if we were going to see her memories…”

“You thought you would get to see how it happened,” Patricia said.

“Yeah, pretty much. Except no, that’s when they decided to show us her girlfriend’s memories of that moment. And when I looked it up to find out why, it turns out that it’s because there wasn’t any memories to show. Like, they actually scanned her brain and found this great big blank spot.” Mitty shrugged. “So…who the hell knows what happened?”

“We don’t have brains anymore, dumbass,” Jada said.

Mitty flicked a straw at her. “Well, maybe you don’t. ‘Sides, you know what I meant.”

“It was the Ideal Witches,” Jalaga said in a low voice. The flaming vaskergoros witch was sitting on the ground with her legs crossed and her arms folded in her lap. She was already kind of eye-catching like that, but that pronouncement brought all attention to her.

A strange change had suddenly come over the group. Despite the warmness of the night, Homulilly felt a strange shiver run down her back. Something about the way Jalaga drew her full attention. “I’m sorry, the what now?” she said.

Mitty shot her a look. “Seriously, you’ve never heard of the Ideal Witches?”

“Um, I haven’t either,” Gretchen said as she hesitantly raised her hand. “What are they?”

“Not everyone reads as much as you, Mitty,” Yasmin said.

Jalaga shrugged. “Still. Given that you’re all on the planning committee for the Cultural Exchange Festival, I’d expect you all to know a little more about cultures outside of Freehaven.”

“Earth cultures, and other species’ cultures, not afterlife cultures,” Yasmin retorted.

“Even so.”

A silence fell over the group. Though they were sitting in a well-like plaza in a thriving metropolis, Homulilly suddenly felt like they were really out by themselves in the wilderness, gathered together around a crackling fire, the only thing holding the darkness at bay. Certainly Jalaga’s demonic visage added to the effect.

Then Gretchen tried again. “So…what are they?”

Jalaga didn’t answer right away. She just stared into the firepit, seemingly lost in thought. and when she did speak, she didn’t even seem to be speaking to them at all. “The Ideal Witches. Seven beings of unfathomable power. Some say that they were once a Walpurgisnacht made up of thousands of souls, but somehow only split into seven pieces. Others say that they each were a Walpurgisnacht that somehow remained whole upon death, keeping all the souls that they had absorbed. But they’re out there, out in the wild, untamed territories, luring the lost and unwary into their realms, entrapping them and feeding off their souls forever.

“It is said that each one presides over a separate aspect of our lives here, and our fates are steered by their wills. There is Mephisto, the human witch of Dreams. Nefflin, the andalite witch of Love. Zuffren, the vekoo witch of Desires. Kuh’sur’ri, the ai’jurrik’kai witch of Hate. Vendrel, the Nesk witch of Despair. Folc, the vaskergoros witch of Deception. And Irn, the kotoss interdrent witch of Determination. They are said to test those that they find interesting, to see if they’re worthy of receiving their blessing. And those who pass are granted their heart’s desire, while those who fail are added to their collection of souls.”

“So…like a reverse Incubator then?” Madeline said.

“Not a bad way of looking at it. Though with Incubators you got your wish and lost your soul. With the Ideal Witches it’s either/or.”

Patricia’s face screwed up in confusion. “And people believe in all this?”

“We go to school with a girl who can take her head off and dunk it like a basketball,” Mitty retorted. “Also, we’re dead and still sipping hot chocolate with a flaming alien. And I can walk on walls. How is any of that less weird?”

“Technically from my viewpoint, you all are the aliens,” Jalaga said good-naturedly.

“Yeah, I guess you have a point,” Patricia sighed. “Hell, if they are real, I kinda hope they’d visit me and give me some idea of what to do after graduating.”

“That brings up a good point,” Madeline said. “What do you guys want to do? Because I keep changing my mind.”

“…I’m honestly not sure anymore,” Mitty said. “I mean, I was going to go into professional dancing, but apparently you got to be something spectacular to compete out there, given what everyone can do, and I guess it doesn’t have the same mileage that it used to. So maybe I’ll just keep doing it as a hobby.”

“I know what you mean,” Gretchen said. “Our friend Ophelia-chan is an amazing dancer, but she still works at the power plant.”

Mitty stiffened. “Wait, wait, wait, hold up. Ophelia? Like, the bald girl who always wears red? That Ophelia?”

“You know her?”

“Know her? Of course I know her, every dancer in the city knows her! She’s great! She trains at the studio where my dance class is, and even subbed in on a couple classes!” Mitty shook her head. “And you’re friends with her?”

Now Homulilly interest was piqued enough to look up. After all, she had suddenly found something that she had that Mitty could be envious of. “Um, yeah. We go hang out at her place all the time.”

Sure enough, Mitty looked downright stunned. “Wow. Wow. So you get to go behind the scenes and everything. Hey, is it true that she has a private studio in her basement, just for her?”

“Er, no?” Gretchen shrugged. “Not that we’ve seen.”

“If she did, why would she be training at your studio?” Homulilly added.

Mitty pursed her lips, and Homulilly realized that she had sounded a little flippant.

However, Mitty didn’t press the issue. “I guess you have a point,” she said with a shrug. “But you have seen her dance battle?”

Gretchen nodded. “A couple times. That one time they took us to Sardi’s Land of Miracles-”

Mitty’s jaw dropped. “Ophelia was the one to take you to Sardi’s?”

“Well, her and the rest of our friends, anyway,” Gretchen said with a shrug. “Anyway, they had this big tent with a…a dance battle thing going on, and Ophelia took on this vaskergoros called, uh…”

“Busker?!” Now Mitty’s eyes were practically popping from their sockets. You saw an Ophelia vs. Busker dance-off at Sardi’s Land of Miracles?! Why the hell didn’t you ever tell me?!”

“…you, uh, never asked.”

“But you know Busker, right?” Mitty said, turning to Jalaga. “She’s like this famous top-boxer, does a lot of crazy stuff with water magic?”

Jalaga somehow managed to convey a look of befuddlement despite not even having much in the way of a face. “Er, no?”

“Seriously? How could you not have heard of Busker?!”

Two flaming, skeletal shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Not every vaskergoros knows each other. Besides, I don’t follow top-boxing.”

Mitty sighed in disappointment. “Aw, Jesus Christ. Okay, who won?”

“Busker, I think,” Gretchen said. “They were tied up until then.”

“So it was the third one.”

Jada stared at her blankly. “How many of these things were there?”

“Five so far. Ophelia’s in the lead, so there’s probably going to be another before too long.” Mitty sighed. “I hope I can find out where the next one’s happening in time to clear my schedule. I have to see one before they call it quits.”

“You think you’ll be up to challenging them one day?” Madeline asked.

Mitty snorted. “I wish. I mean, I’m good, but I’m not that good. Well, yet.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like you have to rush,” Vivian said. “You have pretty much forever to practice.”

Gretchen made a face. “I guess…”

“And there’s no lack of choices,” Mitty added. “I mean, you don’t have to stay in Freehaven. You could go to Cloudbreak, or Marsters, or Steel City, or the Music Box, or like a gazillion other places.”

“How is it that you already know so much about…everything?” Yasmin asked.

Mitty stared at her in bewilderment. “Everything?”

Yasmin shrugged. “You already knew everything about Reibey and Oblivion, you know all about these Ideal Witches. I’m starting to think we don’t even need to study, we just need to get you talking to find out everything we need to know.”

“How can I not?” Mitty said. “Seriously, we live in a magical afterlife with a bunch of cool aliens! How can you not want to find out everything about it?”

“She’s got a point,” Madeline said between sips of hot chocolate.

“I understand,” Gretchen said. “Our friend Charlotte’s the same way. I think she knows more than the teachers.”

“See?” Mitty said, gesturing toward Gretchen. “There you go. Seriously, it’s kinda weird that you don’t…” Then she cut herself off. “Hold up. Charlotte? The librarian with the pink hair and the tail?”

Homulilly sighed and slumped down deeper.

“You know her too?” Gretchen asked.

Mitty nodded. “I was going to say the same thing! I mean, the library’s the best place to find out anything, and she’s the one that’s been helping me! But I’ve never seen you guys there. How do you know her?”

“Oh!” Gretchen beamed. “Well, she and Ophelia live together, so…”

“Uh…what?” Mitty’s jaw dropped open. “I thought Ophelia was dating that mermaid with the blue hair.”

Patricia perked up. “We have a mermaid?”

“Uh, yeah, haven’t you ever been to the Magi’s Gifts Emporium?” Jada told her. “She teaches music there.”

“You know her too?”

“I’m actually kind of surprised that you don’t! But yeah, my roommate gets guitar lessons from her.”

“She is!” Gretchen said. “Dating Ophelia, I mean. But Charlotte lives with them too!”

Mitty’s brow raised in appreciation. “Really? Huh. Wow, I know Ophelia had game, but…”

“Not like that!” Gretchen said with a slight blush. “There’s four of them: Ophelia, Charlotte, Oktavia, and Candeloro. They’re a Walpurgisnacht, so they stuck together. Ophelia is with Oktavia, and Charlotte is with Candeloro.”

“Ophelia’s part of a Walpurgisnacht?” Mitty said as she rubbed her chin. “Huh, I had no idea.” Then she frowned. “Wait, who’s Candeloro?”

“Uh…you ever been to the Honey Hive?” Gretchen asked.

“The coffee shop? Over on Avenida Sevilla?”

Gretchen nodded. “Yes. She’s one of the managers there. Um, the one with golden hair and ribbons for arms?”

“Oh.” The side of Mitty’s mouth lifted in a sly grin. “Oooooh, her. Yeah, I know her.”

Homulilly sighed. Of their little group, Candeloro undeniably was blessed with the most impressive figure, so it wasn’t uncommon for her to get quite a bit of attention from passersby.

But did they all have to be so overt about it?

Gretchen nodded. “Well, that’s her. She actually does most of their baking. Her strawberry honeycakes won prizes and everything! She’s actually taking a trip to Orya’s Furnace right now for the Sweet Tooth Symp…sympuh…symphony…”

“Symposium,” Homulilly said.

“Right! That word!”

“What’s that?” Jada asked.

Mitty stared at her. “Uh…seriously? It’s a jott city that’s-”

“Not that!” Jada said with a roll of her eyes. “Of course I know about that! What’s the Sweet Tooth Symposium?”

Homulilly cut in before anyone else could. This, at least, she knew more about than everyone else. “It’s a convention. For people who make sweet stuff, like cakes, candy, chocolates, that sort of thing.”

“Gotcha,” Mitty said with a thoughtful look. “And you said she does the baking for the Honey Hive. Y’know, I’ve been over there once or twice. The cupcakes are to die for.” Which is kind of funny, seeing how I did!” She grinned, as if expecting laughter, but the others just stared at her in an uncomfortable manner. Yasmin especially looked a little annoyed. Sensing that her morbid joke hadn’t gone over well, Mitty cleared her throat and hastily moved on. “Anyway, you’re telling me that there’s this house where Freehaven’s best dancer, musician, researcher, and baker live together, and you two just…hang out with them whenever?”

There was a pause, and then Gretchen said, “Well, I never really thought about it like that.”

“We’re actually pretty sure that we all knew each other before,” Homulilly chimed in. Finally, there was something impressive that she had that Mitty didn’t! “Um, you know, when we were…alive.”

“Huh?” Mitty said, tilting her head. “I thought you were both separate Walpurgies.”

“Oh, we are!” Gretchen said. “They’re all one, and we’re another. But when we met…you know how you said that your girlfriend felt like she recognized you, even if she didn’t really know who you were?”

Mitty arched an eyebrow. “Yeah…?”

“It was the same.” She clasped her hands over her heart and smiled at the memory. “We both felt like we knew them, and they felt like they knew us. So…we figure that we were all friends, but they turned into witches together, and we turned into witches later.”

Mitty shook her head. “Wow. Two Walpurgies showing up in the same town, only a…little time apart. Your town must be a crater by now.”

Gretchen’s smile withered. “I…never really thought of it like that.”

“But if that’s true, then you two must’ve been the ones to bring them down,” Mitty pointed out. “Like I did with Bobby…er, Alyssa!”

“Um…okay!” Patricia said quickly before Homulilly’s glare could get any more fierce. “So, what you two want to be after we graduate?”

“What?” Gretchen scratched her head. “Oh, um, actually…we’re not sure yet.”

“Well, that’s fine,” Jalaga said. She reached over and stirred the embers of the firepit with one finger. “You have plenty of time.”

“That’s for goddamned sure,” Patricia said darkly. Homulilly pursed her lips but said nothing.

“Well, what do you two like to do then?” Mitty said.

“Huh?” Gretchen said.

Mitty shrugged and gestured with one hand. “You guys gotta have hobbies, right? Stuff you do in your free time. So what do you like to do?”

“Oh!” She and Homulilly exchanged a glance. “Um, well, when we’re not studying or whatever, we like talking, visiting our friends, going for walks, watching holos…”

“Yeah, but anything artsy?” Mitty pressed. “Do you paint, write, draw, garden, do pottery, weave baskets, anything like that?”

“Not everyone has go into the liberal arts, Mitty,” Jada said with a disapproving look.

“Well, yeah, but there has to be something! Come on, don’t you ever get the urge to just go out and create something?”

“I guess we’re not really the artsy types,” Gretchen said in a small voice.

“Huh,” Mitty said. “That’s weird.” She shook her head, and then smiled. “Well, that just means we gotta change that! It’s not right for you guys to be hanging out with all those geniuses and not have something to-”

“No,” Homulilly said in a soft but commanding tone.

“Huh? Why not?”

“No,” Homulilly said again. “Leave us alone.”

While all this had been going on, the others had been having small whispered conversations of their own. All of those stopped in a second, and everyone looked up to stare at Homulilly and Mitty. For her part, Mitty’s eyes had narrowed to slits.

“Hey,” she said. “Do we have a problem? Because I’m starting to feel like we have a problem.”

“Okay, no!” Jada cut in before Homulilly could respond. “Look, whatever problem you guys have, deal with it on your own time, okay?”

“I don’t have a problem,” Mitty said. “She’s the one who-”

“I said, deal with it later, okay? Because I am way too tired and stressed out to put up with this now. Got it?”

A moment passed, and then Mitty said, “Yeah, okay. Sure. Fine with me.”

“Good.” Then Jada turned to Homulilly and Gretchen. “And you? Are we all cool here?”

“Sure,” Homulilly said in a neutral tone. “We’re…cool.”

“Great. Now, chill out, already.”

Mitty slouched back and folded her arms. Homulilly did the same. The two glared at one another.

Then Gretchen abruptly stood up. “I think we’d better go home,” she said to the group. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mitty said as she stood up as well. “Mood’s killed dead. So…bye.”

There was a small chorus of awkward murmured goodbyes from the others. Mitty went off in one direction, Gretchen and Homulilly in the other. For their part, Gretchen was completely silent the whole walk, while Homulilly just slouched with her head bowed and mouth set in a straight line.

When they reached their dorm Gretchen waited until they were both inside and the door was firmly shut before addressing the problem. “Homulilly,” she said. “What was that all about?”

Homulilly turned away.

“What’s wrong? Why did you snap at her like that?”

Homulilly slowly took a deep breath and let it out. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she muttered.

“But-”

“Drop it,” she said, and then stomped into the bathroom.

She locked the door and looked at the mirror. Oh God, her face was a mess. Her blush was all smudged, her mascara was starting to run, and her eyes were all watery. She had been so proud of how she had looked at the start of the night, but now it was horrid.

Which was just the perfect metaphor for everything about her, Homulilly bitterly reflected. She could do everything she could to make her look pretty, cool, and confident like just about everyone else, but as soon as something went wrong it all collapsed. It was just a frail façade, a fake mask.

Meanwhile, Mitty could show up with no makeup, baggy clothes, and her hair undone, and still come off as way better than she ever could! Same with the rest of them! Ophelia was practically a celebrity, Oktavia had actual albums and everyone knew who she was, Charlotte was about to become a published author, and Candeloro was off winning awards and getting invited to big events in other cities! Even Gretchen was out there joining committees and making friends. And Homulilly?

Well, she was ruining things for everyone just by being there.

Homulilly wet a washcloth and furiously wiped away the mess on her face. When she was done, she looked again at her reflection.

She didn’t know why she did. It wasn’t like there was anyone special looking back.

Homulilly threw the washcloth at the mirror. It hit and slipped down to the sink with a wet splat, leaving a bit blotch over her face’s image.

Then she slowly sat down onto the toilet and turned the shower on full blast so Gretchen wouldn’t hear her crying.

#Walpurgis Nights

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nosleepuntilvacation · 6 years ago

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Hello. Could I request a more... serious and dull Mettaton/reader? I mean not THAT dull but. The topic is serious. So reader is afraid of the fact that their and Mettaton's friendship is becoming something more simply because they're scared of relationships. Never been in one, but emotional openness scares them (yet they yearn for it) and they fear that they won't be good enough for him. They talk to Mettaton about this, he reassures them and they decide to take it slow. Hope this is okay. Thank

Sorry it took a little while to get to this one, but I hope it turns out well.

Below the cut: In Which It Worries You to Say, You’ve Never Felt This Way…

One of the absolute worst feelings in the world is wanting something so badly while being utterly terrified of it at the same time. Unfortunately, you’ve become more and more familiar with this sensation recently.

For your entire life, you’ve been a very private person. The thought of opening up to people feels so liberating, but you’ve always been afraid of actually doing it. You would be trusting someone with some of your greatest weaknesses; what if things between you and this person go sour one day, and they end up using your weaknesses against you? Or what if they end up teasing you about it without realizing just how touchy it is to you?

Because of this, you’ve only had a small handful of close friends in your life, and you’ve never even had a romantic relationship. For the longest time, you’ve tried to tell yourself that this arrangement was perfectly fine.

And then he became a big name in your life.

You definitely hadn’t expected to ever become close to a celebrity before; if you ever did, you’d figured it would probably be because one of your friends became famous (with you being one of the people who knew them before they made it big). But so many things happened - a chance meeting here, a phone call there, a few interactions on social media in the interim - and before you knew it, you’d started bonding with the biggest celebrity in all of monsterkind.

It had certainly been quite confusing to you. Weren’t celebrities supposed to spend their time hanging out with other celebrities, being mysterious and inaccessible to the common people? Celebrities don’t just randomly strike up legitimate friendships with everyday people who live unassuming lives… do they?

Apparently, Mettaton either didn’t get the memo or he didn’t care.

Whatever the circumstances may have been, he had sure seemed to enjoy your company; in fact, he still does. He’s opened up to you about things that you’re sure only his closest friends and family members know about.

Wouldn’t it just be amazing if you could do the same?

The two of you have been friends for quite some time now, and in the past few weeks, a certain thought has been gnawing at your brain. You’ve been doing all you can to try to silence it, but it just keeps getting louder and louder.

As much as you don’t want to admit it to yourself… it’s possible that you may love Mettaton.

And good god, if there was ever a thought that could be so unsettling and so exciting at the same time, this would be it.

It’s not that you don’t like the man - if you didn’t like him, you probably would have stopped talking to him a long time ago. The two of you have gotten along well in all your months of friendship, with nothing worse to report than the occasional disagreements. Going by the subtle ways he lets himself relax around you, it’s clear that he really does like you and isn’t just trying to get something from you.

But there comes a point in certain relationships - especially romantic ones - where the parties involved are expected to tell each other everything, and secrets are only acceptable when you’re trying to surprise the other person with a gift or something similar.

It’s a high-risk, high-reward situation. If you let your guard down around someone and they accept you as you are (while possibly working with you to address things like bad habits), you’re well on your way to becoming a happier person.

If you’re not accepted, though… even just the thought of that situation makes you want to fortify your walls.

Even as the rest of you wants to remove them brick-by-brick.

Mettaton may have made a number of goofs when running his old resort underground (as you learned from stories he personally told you), but on the whole, he is not an unintelligent man. He’s good at reading people - it must be that acting experience.

And this comes to bite you when you accept his most recent offer of a hangout.

It’s nothing overly fancy; you’re just spending the afternoon at his house. (At least one thing seems to be going right; if he’d taken you out in public, you’d be under even worse pressure than ever to play it cool.) He’s brought out some classic board games, as he’s done at least a few times before. Most times, you’re easily able to go toe-to-toe with him in these games.

This, however, is not most times. Your hands are a little shaky as you move your game pieces, and sometimes you almost don’t even notice when it’s your move. Eventually, it even descends to the point where you make a couple of rookie mistakes.

And he notices.

“Darling,” he says upon winning one game, “is everything all right?”

You try to stay calm - he calls everyone “darling”, he probably doesn’t mean it in that way, it’s possible he doesn’t even like you like that - and take a deep breath. “Y-yeah, everything’s fine! I’m just… kinda thirsty.”

And the award for least convincing explanation goes to…!

“But you just had a glass of water not too long ago, sweetheart.” He seems to notice the little ways in which you’re tensing up right now; the look on his face grows concerned. “…There’s something on your mind, isn’t there?”

Oh, no. He’s onto you. And aside from not being unintelligent, Mettaton is also not the kind of man to give up on things easily. You know he’s not going to buy it for a second if you say no, so you just end up nodding.

He stands up and walks over to your side of the table. “Come with me, beautiful.” You can barely even think as he leads you over to his plush couch and sits down with you. “Would you like to talk to me about it?”

After a few seconds, during which the different sides of your conscience battle it out, you finally work up the nerve to bring it up. “Promise you won’t freak out?”

“You have my word.”

Well… there’s no going back now. You take a few more deep breaths before finally admitting it to his face.

“Mettaton… I think…” Your voice grows a little quieter and your throat a little tighter, but you still somehow manage to get the words out. “I think I’m in love with you.”

The silence afterwards is very brief, but it’s almost suffocating.

His eyes seem to widen a little and his mouth forms an “oh” shape before he finally breaks the silence. “…Is that so?”

You nod. “And - the thing is… I don’t know how to feel about it.” In stark contrast to just a moment prior, your filter seems to switch itself off. “I mean, it’s not you specifically that I’m afraid of; it’s just, I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before, and the thought of dating someone feels really great, but also… kind of scary.”

As you tremble a bit, reeling from the disbelief that you’ve just confessed your feelings, you feel a smooth hand resting on top of your own.

“You’re worried about letting your guard down, aren’t you?”

When he notices the surprised look in your eyes, he just gives you a knowing grin as he answers your silent question. “I’m a celebrity, darling. My fans expect me to be the image of perfection all the time.” His grin wavers a bit. “If they found out about some of the more questionable ways I’ve treated certain people in my life…”

Indeed, you can still remember his stories of his more fallible times, and how he’s trying to change his ways. The fact that he trusts you with the knowledge that he’s made mistakes, and that he’s a person just like you… but at the same time, his words strike a different nerve.

“Well… you’re still a celebrity. I’m not even famous.” You look down. “I don’t want to make you look stupid in front of the paparazzi or whatever… I can’t afford to buy you expensive gifts…”

“And that’s perfectly all right, sweetheart.” He rests a hand on your shoulder. “I appreciate the thought behind a gift more than the price tag - it’s something I sort of have to do, considering I’m easily the richest person in my circle of friends.” He chuckles a bit. “As for the paparazzi? I’ve learned to stop caring about what they think. So many of them would rather focus on celebrities’ flaws, or what they consider to be flaws. If they don’t like my tastes in music and fashion, then that’s their problem, not mine.”

Silence fills the room for a little while longer as you try to gather your thoughts. For some reason, this confession is getting easier and easier.

“It’s just… I want to be accepted for everything about me. Even if other people can’t understand why I’m scared of some things, I still want them to at least respect it instead of making fun of me, or telling me it’s no big deal, or trying to make me get over it before I’m ready…”

You feel his arms wrap around you and gently hold you. “I promise I won’t criticize your fears, darling. My cousin Napstablook is often afraid of being the center of attention, and even though they’ve been growing more confident, I still don’t want to force the issue. They’ll take center stage when they’re ready.”

While part of you is almost tempted to fire back with do you even know some of the things I’m afraid of?, his tone of voice feels so sincere, and this combined with everything else makes you gently return his hug in silence. The two of you stay like that for a little while before he speaks up once more.

“You know, darling… I truly enjoy having you around.” He has a warm smile on his face. “I love playing board games with you, and listening to music, and even just sitting and talking. To be quite honest… I think I’m in love with you, too.”

“R-really…?”

He nods. “I feel like you really understand me, beautiful. Like you understand Mettaton the person, and not just Mettaton the celebrity. You make me feel so safe…”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing. He hasn’t known you for as long as he’s known some of the other people in his life, and yet he trusts you this much?

One of his hands trails downward and gently holds yours. “And I want you to feel safe with me. I won’t make you go any further than you’re willing to go. You just mean so much to me, sweetie…”

You tighten your own grip on his hand. “Thank you so much, Mettaton… I’m just… not ready to be completely open about everything. It’s nothing personal; I’m just not used to the thought of being so open.”

“You take as long as you need to, beautiful.” He looks down with a smile. “I don’t mind waiting, as long as it means you’re as comfortable as possible.”

“Thank you…” you repeat.

By the time the two of you go back to the table to play some more board games, your heart feels just a little more free than it did when you started. And Mettaton, who used to make you both so excited and so nervous, is starting to feel like a safe haven.

Love can be a scary thing, and sometimes you just don’t know what you’re up against, but if you can just take it little by little, removing each brick in your walls one by one, you know in your heart that you’ll come out of it a much happier person.

#Thanks for asking!#anonymous #undertale #mettaton #mettaton x reader #x reader

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brokemultidotexe · 6 years ago

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Second Chances Pt. 1.5 | JJK

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↬ Summary: Even though it scared you, you knew you couldn’t walk away again. Big Hit allowed you to go on tour with the boys but with the promise to keep your relationship with the boys hidden from the public eye. The saying “good things never last” rings true as rumors of a secret romance makes its way online and suddenly the boys lives are put under a microscope and threats start pouring in. Jungkook does everything in his power to make sure you’ll stay, but what happens when the one thing you feared most comes true?[sequel to Unexpected]

↬ Word Count: 2.4k

↬ Warning: None

↬ Genre: Romance/Friendship

↬ Part: Trailer | Prologue [1 / 2] | 1 | 1.5 |

“Jess, I’m not in the mood to go out.” You grabbed your wallet and put it back in your purse after paying the waitress for your lunch.

“We’ve barely seen you since you’ve been back.” She argued.

“You’ve shut all of us out.” You looked at Mark who had tagged along. It used to feel normal to hang out with him even though he was your ex, but after JK it felt wrong and made you feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know how to explain it to anyone because you weren’t ready to talk about your trip. You had kept your experience very vague for the most part and eventually they gave up asking.

“I’m not asking you to go to a club Y/N, it's just a bar downtown. I’ll even pay for your drinks.” Jess was practically begging for you to join them but all you wanted to do was go home.

“Maybe next time, I’m tired and I really just wanna go home and sleep.” Your excuse was partly true, you were definitely tired but you didn’t think you would be able to sleep even if you wanted to. Sleep wasn’t something that came easily anymore.

“You always say that!” she huffed. Mark put his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Let it go Jess, she obviously has made up her mind.” His voice sounded like he was annoyed at you but you didn’t care anymore. All of your friends were irritated or mad at you because you completely cut everyone off without warning. You had barely talked to them while you were in Korea and your excuse was the price to call or send a text was a lot, when truthfully you had pretty much forgotten about your friends while you were gone and part of you felt guilty for it.

Your friends gave up and left you standing in front of the building. You sighed and made your way towards your car. You wished that you were able to get out of this funk that you were in. It had been almost three months since you came back and you still felt just as shitty as the day you landed in LA. The drive home went by quickly and you pulled up to the curb of your parent’s house and turned off the car. Grabbing your purse you locked your car and walked up the drive and through the front door.

“I’m home!” you yelled out as you hung your keys up on the hook by the door.

“We’re in the living room!” your step dad’s voice called back.

You made your way to the living room and plopped down on the couch without much else being said. If there was one thing you liked about your stepfather it was that he didn’t pry and he didn’t try to make small talk and was perfectly fine with silence, unlike your mother. You yawned as he flipped through the channel and stopped on the local news. It was boring and the weatherman had basically said get ready for hot weather, but this was nothing new in California.

“If you haven’t heard of BTS, well, you’re going to. The septet was invited to this year's Billboard Music Awards after being nominated for Top Social Artist. They’re a kpop group with millions of fans around the globe and going up against the reigning king Justin Bieber, who has won for the last seven years.” Your eyes were frozen on the TV as the anchor showed clips of their music videos and pictures in the background. You felt your stomach sink as a picture of JK flashed across the screen. “BTS is the first kpop group to be nominated for a Billboard Music Award and could end up making history in six days so make sure you tune in Sunday at seven for the 2017 Billboard Music Awards.”

You were frozen as the information sunk in. JK and his members had been nominated for a BBMA which was huge. You were so proud of them and knew that they deserved it after seeing just how passionate they are about their work. You smiled and grabbed your phone to text JK and wishing him luck but stopped. Texting him would open a door that you had tried so hard to keep closed.

Instead, you opted to send Jimin a congratulatory text. Switching your phone keyboard to Hangul you typed out a quick message and sent it to him over Kakao Talk. You leaned back and sighed hoping that you wouldn’t regret sending it. You hoped that Jimin would keep the text to himself and not tell JK that you had texted him because that would just give JK false hope that you wanted to continue your relationship with them. Because this was a huge accomplishment and a big deal you decided to break the rule you had set for yourself, just this once, because you were proud of them.

Knowing that you needed to take your mind off of them because you didn’t want to tempt yourself to contact them more than you already had, you decided to go apply online for jobs. You needed money so you could move out of your parent’s house and have space from your overly concerned mother, plus living at home at your age felt like you didn’t have your shit together when in reality it was because you had spent so much of your savings in Korea that you didn’t want to use anymore to get an apartment.

You decided that now would probably be a good chance to check your email to see if any possible job opportunities had emailed you back. You sat down at your laptop and ran your finger along the trackpad to wake it up. You clicked the email icon and waited for your inbox to load. The fourth email down caught your attention since it was from the only place you even got jobs from anymore. Once you came back from Korea you decided to sign up allowing your translating skills to be exploited for money but it was rare an event happened where it was needed. You clicked on the email to open it.

Y/N,

We know this is short notice but we’re in desperate need of a translator at the request of Billboard for their award shows. You’re the only person on our list that is available during this time and you’re pretty much our last hope before they start looking elsewhere. If you are able to attend and work as a translator it would be much appreciated. Most of your work would be behind the scenes so you don’t have to worry about being on television or anything like that. Please let us know as soon as possible.

Thanks,

Language Translators Inc.

You leaned back in your chair in disbelief. Why would you have to be the only person available to be translating during the BBMAs? You knew that JK and his group would be there and that was the only reason they required your services, but at the same time, you really needed the money. “This is ridiculous.” You stood and pushed your chair out so you could walk over to your bed and fall back and stare at the ceiling. You chewed your bottom lip as you mulled over the possible scenarios that could happen if you actually agreed to go as a translator.

The shrill ring of your cell phone caused you to jump. You grabbed it and answered it quickly, “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Jimin.” Korean flowed through the speakers and into your ear and part of it brought peace hearing the familiar language. Once you realized what they said you pulled your phone away to see Jimin’s name showing as the caller ID. You hadn’t expected Jimin to call you, if anything, the most you had expected was a thank you as a reply.

You brought the phone back to your ear, “H-hey Jimin.” You switched to Korean easily and sat up on your bed.

“How have you been?” You could tell that Jimin was trying to make the awkwardness of the call dissipate.

Deciding to be honest you told him exactly how you were doing, “Awful, but I’m surviving. It’s been a lot harder to come back here than I thought it would be.” It felt good to even say that out loud to someone other than Jackson. “Also, I’ve been wanting to apologize about how I reacted the last time we talked on the phone.” Shame ran through you at the memory. You hadn’t been home but a week when Jimin had called. You were barely holding yourself together and he had called at one of your weakest moments. You had aggressively told him to not have any of the members contact you because you needed to forget JK and that whole part of your life. It wasn’t your finest moment and you had been too embarrassed to call and apologize but also the fear of undoing all the progress you had made since then.

“Don’t worry about it. It was a hard time for the both of you. You weren’t the only one snapping at people.” You were sure his words were meant to make you feel better but picturing JK snapping at his brothers made you feel guilty, especially since the scene from the video Jackson had shown you played in your mind.

“In hopes of not sounding too harsh, why did you call me?” You were already fidgeting with your sheets before he answered. You prayed that he wasn’t going to ask you to meet with JK and that hopefully he just randomly really felt the need to say hi.

“Ah…right.” You heard him sigh, “I know how you feel about everything that happened, but JK still isn’t okay. He’s barely sleeping and eating and this has been going on for months. You know I would never call and ask you this if it wasn’t bad, but Y/N I can’t get through to him…none of us can. If you could just call him or—”

“Jimin I can’t.” your voice cracked and you silently cursed at your body’s betrayal. “Look I’m not doing so great either but us talking will only make things worse, especially since you guys will be here next week. Being that close to each other after talking would be too difficult, I won’t do that to him.”

“Y/N please just hear me out—”

“Jimin. I already have a company trying to get me to be a translator for the show and despite needing money I’m going to turn it down because I don’t know if I could handle seeing him.”

“Y/N! He’s only sleeping two to three hours a night and he’s eating maybe one meal a day since we’ve been on tour and you know how hard our choreography is. He’s passed out a few times already and I can’t get him to listen to me. He doesn’t talk to anyone, he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t laugh and he looks like he’s just given up on everything. We can’t mention your name or he may end up spiraling again where he’s not sleeping at all. I don’t know how much longer he can do this Y/N. If anything, just talk to him so he can get closure because he never got to say anything to you because you left before he could and you never took his calls. After all of the things he did to make you feel comfortable in his life and to do everything he could to keep you a secret like you wanted, you won’t give him the decency to talk to you so maybe he can actually move on? Do you not want him to? Are you okay with torturing him?” Jimin’s voice had raised as he continued to talk shocking you and causing you to freeze as you listened to him. Your hands were shaking and you could tell your cheeks had become wet from tears as you listened to him almost yell at you. Hearing how affected JK was made it feel like the breath had been sucked out of you. You blinked a few times causing a few more tears to fall before wiping them away.

“Jimin...I’m sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper before ending the call. You took deep breaths trying to control your emotions so you wouldn’t become a sobbing mess. It seemed that neither of you were handling your time apart very well and his members were suffering along with him. You knew how JK got when you stopped talking to him before so it wasn’t hard to imagine just how bad it was. You sighed and glanced over at your laptop where the email was still pulled up asking for you to be a translator at the awards. Jimin’s words continued to run through your mind and no matter how hard you tried to think of something else his voice would overpower those thoughts and remind you of your conversation with him.

You wiped away any other tears that fell and got off the bed and walked over to your laptop and sat down in front of it.

I can translate the event if you can promise me the following:

-I won’t come in contact with the group BTS

-that I will stay off camera at all times.

-that the group BTS will not know I’m working the event

If you can assure those things I will be a translator at the BBMAs for all staff at the even since Kim Namjoon (the leader) is fluent in English and can translate for BTS himself.

Thanks,

Y/N

You weren’t sure if agreeing to this was a good idea but you figured if what Jimin was saying was true then he was right. You never gave JK the opportunity for closure and that wasn’t fair to him but at the time it seemed like the best option. You were proud of them and even though you hadn’t seen them or talked to them in months you were glad you were going to be able to witness something they all strived so hard for.

Y/N,

Deal. See you Sunday

Language Translators Inc.

AN: it’s been awhile but ayyyeee part 1 is out. The original plan was to write ahead but that hasn’t really happened and school starts on Monday for me and i’m sure stats will kick my ass so bear with me guys. I hope you enjoyed part 1 and will look forward to part two. I haven’t started writing it yet but i already know what it will entail, so hopefully i’ll have it up soon.

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mizu-writes-kumo · 7 years ago

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@myinvisibleescape I wrote more for your Shance Soccer AU, because its cute, grown on me, and I am pumped for the World Cup final. I hope you enjoy.

Here is Part 1 of this AU for anyone who hasn’t read it yet.

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Lance’s ankle was badly sprained.

Sure he was told to keep weight off it for a month or so while it healed. And he’s got crutches to get around for that time, before he’s given a boot to walk around in. And he’s got to keep his ankle elevated whenever it swells, and ice it when it hurts.

But it’s no big deal.

Hardly even the worst injury he’s ever gotten from playing.

He can more than handle himself.

But to his mother, it was like he was bedridden for the rest of eternity, with no one to properly care for him. Or like he’s leg is just going to fall off randomly. And she couldn’t have that. Like one let bit, for any of her children, but especially her baby, Lance, in a whole other country so far away. She just has to be there to take care of him while he recovers.

Which is a bit much.

But Lance is not stupid enough to tell her to go away.

He does not need a lecture, about how he can’t take care of himself when he is hurt. Or he’ll fall over and die trying to prove that he can, because, well...he currently isn’t seeing anyone. He keeps his mouth shut about it and let’s his mother fuse over him.

That and he gets like a whole month of homemade meals made by his mom.

Lance might be independent, but his mother’s cooking beats everything else he cooks. He’ll take it any day over anything else.

Naturally, his mother has to tag along with him everywhere.

Including practices.

Which Lance technically doesn’t need to attend because he’s out on injury. But he always goes anyway.

It’s good for moral and team building. He can still give little tips and pointers here and there to some of his teammates even if he can’t kick a ball at the moment. Pidge is always a joy to have bother, when she doesn’t have some idea’s on how to improve Lance’s playing. And sometimes fans get passes in, and Lance is a popular player on the team (the Lions have no one star player, or anything like that) and he likes meeting them.

And besides, the team loves his mom.

So they don’t care.

Lance watched as his mother tasted something from a container Hunk gave her. He knows it’s probably like one of Hunk’s twenty-thousand attempts at recreating one of her recipes. Lance just wasn’t sure what it was.

It was something Hunk did after eating some of her cooking. Partly because he wanted to. And partly because Lance melted at the idea of having something that tasted like home more often than when his mom was there. So Hunk was always trying to recreated it perfectly, going of recipe he found online and general memory of flavors. And he was always eager for Lance’s mother’s opinion when ever she visits.

Judging by the slight shake of Lance’s mother’s head, it’s still a little off. Hunk frowns for a second behind his water bottle. But that doesn’t really seem to deter him too much. Because two seconds later he was smiling again.

“How’s the ankle?” A voice suddenly asked behind Lance.

Lance squeaks in his seat where his foot his elevated on some equipment no one was using at the moment. He turned sharply in surprise, to find Shiro standing a few steps away from him. Peering at Lance curiously.

And Lance by some miracle doesn’t have a heart attack.

Because the Takashi Shirogane is talking to him...again.

“Oh, hey Shiro,” Lance beamed with a breath of relief. Before awkwardly laughing. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you there.” He said with a wave of his hand. “My ankles...better, thanks to you.” A faint dusting of pink spray’s across Shiro’s cheeks at the words, but Lance is sure it’s just the heat or something. “I mean, it still hurts sometimes but the swelling doesn’t get as bad anymore. I’ve been following doctor’s orders to a T.”

A small smile grew on Shiro’s lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” He said simply. “If you keep at, you might be able to get back to playing by the end of August.”

“God, I wish. Coran probably won’t clear me till like early October, if I’m lucky.” Lance rolled his eyes with a pout.

“That sounds like your being dramatic.” Shiro stated.

“I’m really not.” Lance said with a laugh. “Keith dislocated his shoulder once, and Coran didn’t clear him to play until five games after. All they had to do was pop the shoulder back in.”

Shiro fell quiet for a moment, and look of ‘oh yeah’ kind of fell over his face. His gaze flickering over to where Keith was running drills with another player, then moved back to Lance.

“Yeah, I remember that.” Shiro said easily. “Keith was really annoyed by that.”

Lance nodded in agreement.

Even though the statement was really putting how Keith felt lightly. Like to an extreme level. That was just how Keith was. But it was nice for Lance to dominate their scoring competition for those five games.

“Oh, um...hello,” Shiro suddenly said with a small kind smile, looking just past Lance. Clearly at someone who’s approached them in their conversation.

Lance turned to find...

His mother standing there, holding a container of some pastry looking things, looking like her brain just stopped working. To the point where Lance can almost hear the sound of like dial up internet trying to connect. Her gaze fixed on Shiro with wide eyes.

And oh no...

She recognized Shiro.

Lance knows she only gets like this with player she recognizes. As Lance played plenty of friendly matches with a handful of national teams. Only to have his mother short circuit out when a name player so much approaches them to talk to Lance after. Usually just to complement on a game well played more than anything else.

But this is a little different. Because she knows who Shiro is, and what he means to Lance. How his general existence in the world of soccer pushed Lance into the life he was in.

Shit!

“Oh, Ma, there you are!” Lance declared breezily, despite his internal panic. His voice pulled her attention away from Shiro just enough. Lance gave her the widest look of ‘please don’t say anything’ he could manage. “What’s Hunk make this time?”

“Guava pastries,” She stated simply, before her eyes flickered back to Shiro, then back to Lance. “Mi hijito--”

“Oh, Ma, this is Shiro!” Lance declared loudly, as he gestured to Shiro on the other side of him. He had a feeling he knew what his mother was going to say, and until he was sure of Shiro’s Spanish levels, he’s rather she not say anything around him at all. “He’s a new full time medic for the team. He was the one that treated my ankle.” Lance turned to Shiro, who was blinking down at Lance slightly. “Shiro, this is my mom, she’s my...mom and she’s kind of the reason my ankle exists in the first place.”

Oh that was really smooth.

Just go with it McClain.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Shiro stated, holding out his hand for his mother.

Lance’s mother peered at Shiro’s hand for a second, then Lance, and back to Shiro’s hand. Lance was doing his best to give of as strong ‘please don’t say anything to embarrass me’ vibes as he could managed without Shiro knowing.

“Same too you,” His mother smiled out easily. “Thank you for helping in taking care of my son’s injury.”

“It’s nothing.” Shiro waved her off sheepishly. “It’s part of my job.” Then someone on the other side of the field, motioning him to hurry over when he turned to the sound. “Sorry, I need to go. Nice meeting you Mrs. McClain, and Lance, I’ll see you around. Keep off that ankle.” Shiro called as he turned to hurriedly jog across the field.

Lance watched him go in an effortless jog only soccer players and skilled runners could pull off. Bounding across the field in what seemed like twelve steps. Before seeming to start talking with a small group of other staff members.

Suddenly something hit his shoulder.

Lance turns to see his mother staring at him with wide eyes. The familiar look she got before ranting off was an underlying layer of her face. But Lance still felt like he had little warning for the rapid fire Spanish rant that came out of her mouth the moment he made eye contact. A small blessing was she was hissing it more than screaming it all.

It’s a whole jumble of words, Lance and maybe like three other players of the Lions could coherently understand. Nothing more that a mix of motherly insults, and complaints. All of which basically translated to ‘why didn’t you tell me you worked with your idol?’

“Ma...I know.” Lance stated simply when his mother gave him room to. “I get it. Honestly thought I died when I first saw him tending to this.” He lifted his ankle to prove a point. “I know...and I’m sorry I forgot to mention it. But to be fair where exactly was I suppose to fit that in.”

“I don’t know, while we were having dinner.” His mother shrugged, as she moved to seat down next to Lance. “Or while I was cooking breakfast this morning.”

“Oh, yes, perfect time, when I am all groggy, just go ‘Oh by the way, the Takashi Shirogane is on the medical staff for the Lions, we might see him today, oh look bacon’.” Lance said dramatically before crossing his arms and look at his mother. “Yeah, I doubt you would have believed me.”

His mother mutter something under her breath.

“You’re forgiven,” Lance beamed with a wave of his hand. Before he lunged slightly for the container in his mother’s lap, that she institutionally moved out of his reach. “Now, give me the container, I don’t care if they’re not completely right, anything Hunk makes is good. I want one.” He added making grabbed hands at the container.

“Mi hijito, you’re diet!” His mother reasoned weakly.

“Went out the window the day you arrived.” Lance countered, leaning his head on his mother’s shoulder. “Please, I am injured.”

His mother just shook her head at his antics. But she opened the container anyway for him. Holding it up for him to select which treat one he wanted. Naturally he went for the biggest sliced on he could find in the little container, ignoring the way his mother shook her head at him.

And Lance happily munched away at team run practice drills.

Once Lance was healed enough, his mother went back home to Cuba. But not without stocking up Lance’s freezer with a collection of home cooked meals for him to just reheat whenever. And a promise to visit again soon when Veronica and the kids came up for vacation.

And also, she apparently also made sure to make Shiro like a whole container of cookies. Present them when she thanked him thoroughly for all he had done for Lance.

Something Lance only found out when Shiro told him to thank his mom for the cookies she gave him. As they were delicious and very thoughtful, and he’s always little short bread cookies.

And Lance is very sure he’s soul left his body for the whole ten minutes the conversation happened.

Thanks mom.

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AN: I don’t really know. I was thinking up headcanon ideas for this, cause it was stuck in my head at the time. And I had the idea of Lance’s mom finding Shiro and dragging him over to Lance like “Look who I found” while Lance was like “OMG Mom put him back!” and dying of embarrassment.

And Shiro may or may not have eaten seven of the cookies he was made in one seating. And he totally was not territorial of them at all because it was Lance’s mom that gave them to him, and made them just for him, so stop trying to eat one Keith.

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