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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years ago

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okay i’m not sure if you are taking like open requests but corpse and reader are dating and nobody really knows but like the fans ship it and stuff, and they are playing among us with jack, felix, rae ect,, and someone invites somebody and it’s reader ex boyfriend and corpse notices that she’s acting really quiet and he texts her like “baby are you okay??” and she tells him that’s her toxic ex and during an emergency meeting, her ex suspects her and when she defends herself he says something along the lines of “don’t believe her she’s a fucking liar, she’s been one since the day i first met her” and everyone is like ??? but corpse flips out on him and just snaps telling him to leave his girlfriend alone which breaks his cover so everyone knows about you guys and just like really mad corpse and having to help him calm down and you get up from your seat to see him in his streaming room and just sit on his lap and he’s like “fuck that guy it’s okay baby we can just play minecraft or something” lmaooo 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i know that was so specific but the thought makes me so soft i would actually cry if you wrote this

This Is A Shout Out To My Ex

here’s my first request guys! so sorry they’re taking so long. i’m trying to get these done before i do anything else. hope you guys enjoy! x,

corpse x female!reader

summary: while paying a game with her friends, y/n’s toxic ex joins the game. when he calls her a liar, corpse snaps and defends his girlfriend

word count: ~4.4k

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, gaslighting, near-death experiences, swearing, some angst but it has a super fluffy end!

Living with your boyfriend is, obviously, amazing in every way. You see each other all the time, you get to cuddle almost all the time, and you get to see his handsome face every morning.

Probably, the only downside is the fact that living together makes it nearly impossible to hide the fact that you’re dating.

But, somehow, you’ve managed to keep it a secret from you rabid fans for the past four months. You literally have no idea how because you’re pretty sure you accidentally got a glimpse of Corpse walking by while you were doing a vlog.

Miraculously, no one noticed it. Then again, none of your fans knew what he looked like, so there’s a plus. There were one or two comments asking who the person in the back was, but you lied and said it was a friend. Technically, you weren’t wrong.

And so you’ve been trying to keep your relationship with Corpse on the DL to avoid any stress or anxiety his way. You could deal with it, you’ve been doing Youtube for years and could handle almost anything. Corpse, bless his heart, might not be able to.

One morning, you’re awoken by some slight tugging on your hair. You crack your eyes open but the bright light makes you whine and close them again. There’s a soft laugh behind you and you roll over onto your back, scooting over closer to him. You stretch your legs and grin, still keeping your eyes closed.

“Did you sleep at all?” you ask in a quiet voice, your head resting on your lover’s chest.

“No,” he answers in his deep voice and you feel him play with your hair. “Anxiety, insomnia, the usual shit.”

You hum and open your eyes slowly, deciding to brave the light. You blink up at Corpse who is staring at the ceiling. “What were you thinking about?” Your own voice is a bit scratchy and rough.

He looks down at you and you take notice of how bloodshot his eyes are and the bags under his eyes. “How pretty you are when you sleep.” He grins.

“You watched me when I slept?” you ask and playfully narrow your eyes at him. “You creep.”

He laughs and you turn around onto your side, your back facing him. “Baby, no, I didn’t mean it that way.”

You smile. “You’re so creepy, Corpse.”

He doesn’t say anything but you hear him sit up in bed. You begin to ask what he’s doing but then he lifts up the back of your shirt to press a few kisses to your back. “You’re still here, though. With me.”

“Hm. Yeah.” You turn around and he gazes at you. “Because I love you.”

His eyes light up in the way that they always do when you tell him those three, simple words. You love seeing them light up that way and you grin. “I love you, too.” He leans in for a quick kiss.

“What time is it?” you ask when you pull away.

Corpse reaches over to his side of the bed and turns his phone on. “Noon.”

“Noon?” you shout and sit up so quickly you get a head rush. “We were supposed to be playing Among Us with Sean, Pewds, Toast, Rae, and them.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You turn and see him with his hands covering his face.

You walk over to him and kneel next to him. “Babe? What’s up?”

He just groans and you frown. He doesn’t feel good.

You push his hair from his forehead. “I can tell them that you’re not feeling up for it. They all know you, they’d understand.”

He shakes his head and runs his hands down his face before they rest on his chest. “No. No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He gives you a smile.

You kiss his cheek. “Okay, then, babe. C’mon, we’re gonna be late.” You grab his hands and tug him up until he’s in a sitting position. He pulls you in for another kiss but you lean away.

“You have morning breath,” you tell him when he gives you his sad eyes. “Brush your teeth and then I’ll kiss you.”

That seems to get him out of bed and into the bathroom while you change clothes. You change out of your sweatpants and t-shirt and into jeans and a shirt. He walks out of the bathroom yawning and you walk past him to go to the bathroom.

I wish he’d sleep, you think to yourself while brushing your teeth. After brushing your teeth, you wash your face and do a little bit of makeup so you don’t look like you just rolled out of bed even though you did.

Corpse walks into the bathroom as you’re finishing your makeup and has a mug of coffee for you. You’re the only one in the house who drinks coffee since he can’t, so you always find it so sweet that he makes it for you.

“You made me coffee?” you ask and he nods. You take it from him and give him a peck. “Thank you, love.”

You take a sip and grab your phone from your nightstand and shove it into your pocket. You walk out of the bedroom the two of you share and into the kitchen to check on your cat.

Before you met him, Corpse had never really wanted a pet. He said that they die and he doesn’t want to deal with that, which you understand. But after the two of you had been dating for three months and you had been living with him for a month and a half, you begged him to let you get a cat. You knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Where’s Inky?” you call out to your boyfriend after not finding your cat in the living room or the kitchen.

“In here,” he calls back and you follow his voice. Corpse is sitting in his chair getting ready to stream. You spot a black cat sitting on his table, licking at his hand. Corpse laughs and pets the animal on the head. “Stop licking me, girl. Your tongue feels weird.”

You smile and walk over to him, picking the cat up. “Come on, Inky, let’s leave dad to do his job, yeah?”

The young cat meows up at you and stares into your soul with her green eyes. You lock her gaze and have a staring contest. You lose, however, and blink away.

“Why is your cat so weird?” you ask, placing the cat back down and watch her run away.

“Probably gets it from her mom,” Corpse mumbles and you hear a smile.

You scoff and smack his hand away gently when he reaches out to you. “Fine, you don’t get a kiss before the stream.”

“No, wait!” he shouts and grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. “I was kidding, baby.”

You smile at him and cup his cheek. “I know.” You lean down and give him a long, deep kiss. You feel him smile against your lips and you pull away. He gives you a smile.

“I love you,” he mutters, brushing some hair away from your face.

“I love you more.” You grab his hand and press a kiss against his knuckles. You take a step back. “I’ll see you in the Discord chat, babe.”

“Okay. Also, don’t close the door all the way!” he calls to you and you look back at him, your hand on the doorknob.

“Why?” you ask, leaning on the doorframe.

He takes a second to respond. “Because I want Inky to come in here later.”

You laugh but smile. “Okay, fine.” You walk away from the door and across the hall into your own recording room.

Your room is a lot different than your boyfriend’s. His room is dark and doesn’t have a lot in it. Yours, on the other hand, probably has too much stuff. Most of it is gifts from fans like stuffed animals and other knickknacks. Your desk, monitors, and lights take up a lot of the already limited space. You turn both your ring lights on after closing the door and turn on the LED lights you have attached to the ceiling. You switch them to the f/c setting and put the remote next to your coffee mug. You sit down in your black and white gaming chair and set everything up after putting on your headset.

You join the Among Us game after beginning your stream and then the Discord call. You seem to join before Corpse because you can’t see him in the call.

“You’ve finally decided to join us, y/n!” Felix exclaims and you smile.

“Am I late?” you ask, taking another drink of your coffee.

“No,” Sean replies. “I mean, we played a couple of rounds to pass the time, but nothing interesting happened.”

You nod and glance at who all is in the chat. It seems to be you, Felix, Toast, Charlie, Rae, Sean, later Corpse, and someone else who’s tag sounds familiar.

“Oh! I invited someone new!” says Rae. “He’s a friend from college. y/n, this is Dallas.”

“Hey, y/n.”

Your eyes widen and your blood goes cold at the sound of his voice. You know him. You used to date him. In highschool before you moved away. You remember how toxic he was. He would always blow you off when you wanted to hang out and when you did hang out, he always played video games and never talked to you.

“Hi, Dallas,” you stutter out. “Uh, hey, didn’t you and I go to highschool together?”

You can practically hear his smirk. “Yeah. We did.”

“I didn’t know you two went to school together,” Rae says happily.

“Yep,” Dallas says. “We were friends, too.”

You want to throw up.

Suddenly, your loving and not toxic boyfriend joins the call and your spirits lift.

“Corpse!” you exclaim, almost letting another word slip out.

“You’re here,” says Rae. “Good noon!”

“Yeah, I’m not a morning person,” he says and you just now notice how deep his voice is. “I just woke up.”

“Oh my god,” Felix says.

“Jesus,” says Charlie, dragging out the ‘u’.

“You just woke up?” asks Toast.

He’s a liar, he didn’t sleep at all, you think but keep your mouth shut and laugh.

“It’s like a forty-hertz voice,” Sean says.

“It sounds like short wave radio,” Charlie adds.

You laugh. “You sound like spoken brown note.”

Corpse laughs. “This is me when I wake up, that’s what...” He cuts himself off and laughs again.

“I’m scared,” says Dallas.

“I didn’t know it could get any lower!” exclaims Sean.

“I didn’t know you could hit puberty twice.” Felix laughs.

After some more laughter, Corpse is introduced to Dallas.

“Hey, man,” Corpse says. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Dallas replies.

“Can we start the game now?” Sean asks when everyone is in the waiting room. You take a sip of your coffee while Rae starts the game.

You mute yourself as your role is revealed and let out a sigh of relief. “Crewmate. Good, this makes this less stressful.” You go into the hallway, following Felix and Sean to go do wires. You clear the two of them and you three go up to admin. “Okay, so for those of you wondering about my reaction to Dallas joining the stream is that he’s my ex. Uh, we dating in highschool and broke up around the end of senior year. So this is pretty awkward for me.” You break away from Sean and Felix to go do a task in the greenhouse.

You leave out the part about Dallas where he was borderline abusive. You remember him shouting at you for asking for the littlest of things to him gaslighting you and guilt-tripping you into going skinny dipping with him.

Maybe that’s why you love Corpse so much. He’s the opposite of Dallas. He’s sweet and he’s caring. He’s never once raised his voice at you unless you were beating him in a game. Even then you both knew he wasn’t serious. And he had never once pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone reports Rae’s dead body. You unmute yourself and take another drink of your coffee.

“I found her in decontamination,” Dallas says. “I opened the door and she was right there.”

“I was down by storage doing wires,” you tell them, putting your mug down. “And I was with Felix and Jack for the beginning and I’m pretty sure they’re cleared. So it has to be either you, Toast, or Corpse. Or Charlie.”

“You almost forgot about me,” he says and you laugh.

“We never vote on seven, right?” Toast says.

“Not if no one is sus, no,” Corpse answers.

“I’m skipping,” says Sean.

You nod and skip voting. “Same here.”

Everyone skips voting and you continue on. You do the rest of your wiring tasks and go out to the balcony where you notice Corpse standing out there. You smile and walk up to him and make your characters’ “eye” parts touch. “Look, Corpse. We’re touching eyeballs.”

You can just barely make out his laugh from the room across from yours and you grin before doing to do your task. You glance at your chat while you run to the reactor with Corpse. “How have you guys been doing? Hope you’re having a good day. Don’t forget to drink some water and eat something.” You smile at the camera and enter decontamination with Corpse and Toast.

When you enter reactor, Corpse and Toast each go to do it and you head to the sorting in the lab when suddenly a body is reported.

You decide to be quiet and drink from your coffee while everyone else discusses what happened. You zone out a little when Dallas talks and your mind flashes back to memories you’ve been trying to forget.

“Wait, who are we voting?” you ask when you suddenly snap back to reality.

“Felix,” Sean answers. “He vented right in front of me.”

You nod and vote for Felix and he gets ejected.

pEWds was ejected

1 imposter remains

You mute yourself once more and continue to do your tasks and stick with Corpse as much as you can. Your chat notices this and begins to blow up with the ship name they have for the two of you. You laugh at the chat as you scan yourself. “Why are you guys freaking out about Corpse and me? We’re literally just walking.”

Another body is reported and this time it’s Toast’s. You know who the imposter is. You unmute yourself and quickly say, “It’s fucking Dallas, it’s a self-report.”

“What?” Dallas exclaims and you immediately sense the hint of anger in his tone. He used to get so mad during video games and it seems like nothing has changed in the past few years. “How’s it me? It could be Charlie.”

“Charlie is dead, too,” Sean says.

“Yep. And I know both Corpse and Sean are cleared because I was with Sean for a long time and I just watched Corpse get scanned.”

Dallas scoffs. “Well, shit, you got me there.”

After Dallas is ejected, the crewmates win and you all start another round. You suddenly don’t feel like talking too much anymore and do your stream in mostly silence. Just Dallas being there and in the same call as you is making you anxious and bringing up memories you don’t want to remember.

Your chat asks you about this and you ignore it as you continue to do your tasks as a crewmate. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out, looking at who it is.

corpse 🖤

are you okay? you’re being really quiet

y/n

yeah, ig. just that dallas is my ex. toxic ex too

corpse 🖤

want me to kill him for you? im imposter

You smile and shake your head. “Oh, Corpse,” you whisper to yourself.

y/n

no dont kill him lol

You put your phone back down on the table and look back at the game.

You don’t pay too much attention to the game until the fourth round after you and Rae lost as the imposters. You’re a crewmate once again and you’re peacefully doing your tasks when suddenly something lays on your bare feet.

“What the?” You look down at your feet and see a little dark fuzzball on your feet. “Inky, get off my feet, baby.” You move your feet and pick her up. You hold her in your arms like a baby the way she likes and rub her belly. “Okay, go see your dad.” Inky jumps out of your arms and you watch her leave your recording room.

You turn back to your task and continue to do them without any interruptions. You notice, however, that Dallas has been following you for most of the round. You’re starting to get a little nervous and you run into the cafeteria to get away from him when he calls an emergency meeting.

You unmute yourself and Dallas says, “I think it’s y/n. I’m pretty sure she’s faking tasks.”

“Except I’m not,” you tell him. “You’re the one following me around, too, Dallas. What’s up with that, huh?”

“I’ve been following you because you’re acting sus.”

You glare at Dallas’s character on the screen, heat rushing to your face. “I’m literally doing my tasks, I know you saw me do the card swipe--”

“Don’t listen to her,” Dallas says and he sounds far too confident. “She’s a fucking liar. She has been since the first day I met her.”

By now your face is completely red from anger and you gasp. “Excuse me?”

“What are you talking about?” Sean asks. “I’ve known y/n for a long time, she’s never told a lie so long as I’ve known her.”

“That’s because she’s too good at it,” Dallas says in a snarky tone and you’ve never wanted to punch a screen more in your life. “Her and me used to date in highschool but I broke up with her because she lied to me about everything.”

“That’s not fucking true!” you shout and you can hear blood rushing to your ears. “I was the one who broke up with you after you gaslighted me about not hanging out with you enough when in reality you were always hanging out with your stupid football friends!”

“She’s lying--”

“The fuck are you saying about my girl?” Corpse demands.

The chat goes silent for a moment. Corpse just called you his girl. You look at your live chat and it’s exploding with “i knew it”s and lots of keyboard smashing.

“Your girl?” Dallas asks after a moment.

“Yes. My girl. As in my girlfriend.” He sounds so possessive and it’s kind of hot to you. “Why are you calling her a liar?”

Dallas stumbles on his words. “B--because she is one.”

“Right. And how long have you known her?”

“I knew her in highschool--“

“Nevermind, I literally don’t care,” Corpse interrupts him. “I’ve been living with her for the past five months and she’s never lied to me about anything.”

Dallas is quiet for once. Everyone is. No one is really even breathing but your heartbeat is rattling your brain and blood is rushing through your ears.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” you whisper. You swallow thickly and glance at your chat. Luckily, they’re all defending you and yelling at Dallas. You turn back to the screen. “Dallas, I’m not the imposter. And stop making stupid ass accusations.”

“I--“

“Kick him,” says Felix and you can tell he sounds mad.

“No wait--“ Dallas begins to say.

“No!” Rae interrupts. “I knew there was something off about you.”

“You don’t get to come in here and talk shit about our friend,” Jack says.

“I was kidding,” Dallas tries to explain.

But then something inside you snaps. You forgot how much you hate Dallas. How he always turned the blame on you when he did something wrong. How you almost lost all of your friends because he convinced them that you were a bad person.

At first, you thought he had changed. You thought that he had actually grown up. Turns out that people don’t change.

“Like you were kidding when you almost got me kicked out of the house because you made me go out with you to go drinking?” you ask. “Or how you played a stupid trick on me when I was driving us to school and I almost fucking crashed the car and nearly killed us?”

“Jesus.” You can hear him roll his eyes. “You’re still on about that? It was April Fool’s, you should have expected it—“

“I shouldn’t have expected shit!” you yell and it comes out raw. The memory flashes in your mind and you cringe. “That wasn’t funny, Dallas! You weren’t funny! I fucking hated my life in high school. I was already stressed out because I thought I wasn’t smart enough and you being my boyfriend and ignoring me and manipulating me didn’t help.

“So fuck you. Fuck you for everything you did to me when we were teenagers. Fuck you for making me think that you changed and were actually nice and then ripping that away from me. But you know what? Thanks. Thanks for being my ex because you made me what I am today and you’re the reason I moved to California and met the love of my life.”

You suck a deep breath in and wipe at the tears that had fallen. You put your hand on your camera. “Speaking of which, I need a hug from him. Bye, guys.”

You stop streaming and disconnect from everything. You turn your computer off, unplug your headset, and turn your lights off. You sit in your chair trying not to cry in the dark.

Corpse, your mind says and you open your eyes. You really want a hug. His hugs are the best. You take your headset off and walk out of your recording room. Before you walk into Corpse’s recording room, you head to the living room and grab a fluffy gray blanket and wrap it around yourself.

You don’t even bother to knock on the door and just walk in. His room is still dark and it appears like he’s angry. You can tell by the way his voice is deeper and how he looks like he’s shaking.

But when you tap on his shoulder, he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Babe.”

You sniffle and he pushes away from his desk. You shake your head and pull his arms up above his head and settle yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him, and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Baby,” he whispers and you lean your cheek on his shoulder. “Just fuck off, Dallas.”

Your eyes squeeze shut and you shift up a little, pushing your nose into his neck. He smells nice. “Stop talking to them.”

“What?” he looks down at you and asks what you’re doing when you take his headset off. You unplug them, thereby disconnecting him from the stream. “y/n, what are you doing?”

“I want to cuddle with you,” you mutter and bury your face into his neck.

You feel him wrap his arms around your back and he pulls you up, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Okay, baby. We can cuddle.”

The two of you sit like that for what feels like a long time. You hear Corpse’s phone buzz, but the two of you ignore it. He kisses the side of your head and you smile.

You sigh deeply as he tightens his hold against you. “Fuck that guy, baby. It’s okay.” He moves his shoulder and you look up at him. “Wanna go play Minecraft?”

A grin spreads across your face and you nod. Corpse smiles back and picks you up, bridal style, blanket and all. You squeal and laugh as he carries you to the living room. “Put me down, Corpse!”

“Alright.” He drops you into the couch and turns around to turn the Xbox on.

You huff and push your hair out of your face, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around your body. “I didn’t mean literally drop me, dummy.”

He shrugs and sits next to you, handing you a controller. “Should’ve been more specific, baby.”

You scoff but can’t hide the small smile creeping onto your lips. “Jerk.” You put the controller next to you on the couch and move the blanket so it’s over both of your laps and you lean into his side.

After playing Minecraft for the majority of the afternoon and evening, you finally drag Corpse to bed with you after ordering pizza for dinner.

His arms are wrapped tight around your waist as your back is pressed against his chest. Inky hops up onto the bed and nuzzles your hand until you begin to pet her. She lays down on her belly and you gently pat her.

“Am I really the love of your life?” Corpse asks after a long time of sitting in the quiet darkness

You nod against the pillow. “Yeah. You are.”

You can’t see him, but you know he’s smiling when he kisses the back of your neck.

Your phone on your nightstand lights up and you head Corpse’s phone buzz again as well. You think for just a moment about all of the texts, all of the messages, all of the DMs you’re getting about what happened. For a second, you panic. What if people don’t think that you’re worth to be dating Corpse? What if people are calling you a pussy for how you reacted to Dallas? What if everyone hates you?

But those thoughts immediately go away when Corpse mumbles something in that husky voice of his that makes the butterflies in your tummy come back. “You’re the love of my life, too.”

“Yeah?” you hum, your eyes slipping shut.

“Yeah,” he says and you can tell that he’s getting tired as well. “And I’m gonna marry you someday.”

An involuntary smile spreads across your face and your entire body overheats. You bite your lip in the darkness and whisper,

“And I’m gonna say yes.”

But he’s asleep. His breathing has evened out. He shouldn’t have heard you.

You know he heard you somehow, though, because his arms tighten around your waist. You wiggle backward so that you’re flush against his chest and his head drops down onto the top of your head.

You place your hands over his and close your eyes. Finally, he’s sleeping.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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All The Colors

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Colorblindness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The colors are not always seen but rather felt. Just like Y/N feels the colors through their best friend and boyfriend Corpse. That’s how they realize that what they can’t see is the most beautiful and genuine feeling in the world. The feeling of knowing something and someone so deeply.

Requested by my dear friend Lulu, who you might have known as greenieofshield. Unfortunately she’ll never get to read this fic and I’ll never forgive myself for not putting it out sooner but I’ll also never forgive the universe for being so cruel as to take her away so early. She was one of the best people I’ve ever met, always so full of optimism, always there to brighten up my day and make me smile. Always so strong and brave, never falling victim to the hate she received despite not being deserving of it. The world lost an angel the day she died and I as well as so many other people will forever miss her.

Love you and miss you with my whole soul and hear, Lulu. Hope they’re treating you right in heaven ❤

For what it’s worth, Y/N has never asked people to describe the colors to them. In their eyes that seemed like the equivalent of poorly patching up a wound: they could hear thousands upon thousands of descriptions of each color and still wouldn’t be able to imagine it. The descriptions would only make that worse to them. So to avoid feeling even more like they’re missing out they never asked.

However, that doesn’t mean they haven’t developed their own way to ‘visualize’ and imagine colors throughout the years. They’ve tried loads of different methods, few of which stuck around and not for long either. That is exactly why they frequently used to tell their friends: “You can’t paint me a rainbow with black and white and shades of grey and expect me not to feel like I’m missing out on something. Paint me the gloomy sky on a rainy day and only then we’ll be even cause you’re seeing the same greys I am.”

Little did they know how drastically their logic was about to change in the following years.

Speaking of said following years - they met Corpse who became one of their best friends in practically no time. And within just a few months of that friendship’s blossoming, a romance sparked. A romance their friends would jokingly refer to as ‘romance of a lifetime’. Maybe it was said jokingly but Lord knows they weren’t wrong in saying so because the two were completely head over heels for one another -s till are to this day - and never shied away from showing it.

Y/N and Corpse met through Rae who Y/N was staying with while on a little vacation to Los Angeles. To be even more specific here, the two met through a game of Among Us, the game responsible for many wonderful friendships since its release.

“Guys, guys, guys.“ Y/N said after sparking up a bickering session for falsely accusing ‘blue‘ of faking a task in Navigation during the final round for the day, “Here’s a little rule of thumb for whenever we play together again: don’t trust me if I accuse a color instead of a name.“ It’s safe to say that statement rose a few eyebrows in the Discord call, the confusion serving as amusement to them before they explained themself, “Oh, why that is? Hm, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m colorblind.”

Rae who was in on the scheme the whole time and was struggling to hold in her laughter finally snapped while the rest of the players were left processing the information that had been dropped on them.

“But you practically kicked our ass every single round?!“ Corpse said, amazement and confusion in his tone.

“Expect the unexpected from this schemer, take it from someone who’s known them for a decade now.“ Rae said, winking at her friend from across the room. Not failing to notice the blush on their cheeks while doing so though.

“Corpse, are you calling me a good liar?“ They poked a stick at him teasingly, desperately avoiding Rae’s gaze which widened the second she realized why her friend was so flustered by Corpse’s remark.

“Practically a con artist.“ He replied to them with a laugh, earning one from them in return.

And so they practically conned him into falling in love with them with their quick wit, sarcasm and cuteness. If someone is to ask Corpse if he expected to fall for Y/N, he’d probably say yes.

“They were like a magnet the moment they entered the lobby and started talking.“ He said once on a live stream in response to a question he received in the chat regarding Y/N, “It wasn’t hard at all, falling for them. What took me a while was realizing it. While I was referring to them as ‘best friend’ all my friends were rolling their eyes and going ‘Sure, bud.’ Just took me a bit to realize why.”

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to grasp what his heart was actually screaming at him. Good thing they came to terms with it so soon too, otherwise they would’ve driven their friends insane.

Anyway, enough about what happened and what could’ve happened under one circumstance or another, what matters is the ‘here and now’ of their relationship. And trust me when I say it has never been better and it keeps getting better every day.

The beauty of what those two have is in the tiny every day things that they do for each other, the good morning texts even though the other person in probably just in the kitchen making breakfast while the other cannot find it in them to get out of bed; or it’s laced within the calls between them when neither of them are home or at least one of them is out and about, busy with a task they’ve probably been putting off for far too long. Don’t get me wrong though, the romantic gestures aren’t rare either. Random gifts are exchanged by them on regular intervals but one consistent and super romantic gesture that repeats a few times every year (of the two years they’ve been dating) is Corpse giving Y/N a bouquet of flowers.

A detail Y/N couldn’t help but take notice of was the fact that the bouquet was always made up of the same flowers with only small changes to the arrangement of them and maybe some tiny ones added too. Unfortunately, they aren’t artificial so they couldn’t have kept them thought they wish they could’ve. That being said, it goes without saying that those flowers mean the world to Y/N, the gesture actually - they know flowers are a common gift to give but anything they receive from Corpse is so special and makes them feel like the only person who’s ever received such a gift.

And so they got curious, they had to ask. They had to ask the question they never thought they’d actively ask considering their view of the topic. But they still did.

“Hey Corpse.“ Y/N spoke up out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen over them while they watched the movie they were only partially interested in given how exhausted they both were from devoting themselves to their respective tasks and responsibilities throughout the last few days.

Corpse hummed in response, the arm wrapped around their waist doing a little motion as if encouraging them to continue, his gaze immediately traveling down to his partner.

“What color are the flowers?“ They asked, gazing at the bouquet - a gift they had received from him for their birthday a few days prior - in the vase on the dining table.

They waited a few seconds but when they didn’t hear nor feel any sort of response from him they couldn’t help but look up at him. Upon doing so, they saw his small smile as his eyes too remained on the bouquet. “They’re black and white.“ He replied eventually, “Black roses and white daffodils.“ His gaze wandered away from the vase and down to meet theirs, “I don’t want you to think I’m seeing them in their ‘full beauty’ while you only see them in black and white. You are seeing them in their full beauty and not missing out on anything. They are absolutely beautiful black and white as they are.“

As a response to his answer, Y/N couldn’t suppress the growing smile on their face no matter how hard they tried. So they didn’t try at all, they let the smile lighten up their face before speaking up: “You’re a wonder, Corpse.” They said, pushing themself as upright as they could to be able to kiss his cheek. “However, you’re wrong.” They say when they pull away, smirking up at his confused expression, “My world was black and white until you came into it. You’re all the colors, Corpse. Your love’s red, joy’s yellow, sadness blue, chaos green. Love red. You’re all the colors and out of all the people that have tried to describe to me how they look, you have managed to do that just perfectly without even trying.”

Little did they know that’s exactly what he thinks of them - their world is black and white because all the colors live within them. Because they are all the colors.

And maybe they both are, seeing as how they came into each other’s lives exactly like the rainbow after the pouring rain.

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cvtqr · 4 years ago

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hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~”

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn't even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that's when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages.

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven't seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven't had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman.

well that's when he isn't drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight...

“who were you texting now that you’re all giggly?”

“just inviting someone over!”

“who.”

that came out not so much like a question

“marco! we haven't seen him in awhile.” you said while walking up behind jean in his chair.

he spun around in his chair and looked up at you, patting his lap. of course you weren't going to refusing sitting in his arms, so you snuggled into his lap.

“simp. hi y/n” you faintly heard from jean’s headset

“SHUT UP YEAGER YOU CANT EVEN GET A GIRLFRIEND”

you took his headset, since they were just in the lobby of a game, and put it over your head.

“hiiii eren.”

“give me that you little shit.”

you lightly slapped him on his cheek and got up to sit back on your bed, hearing him chuckle.

little did you know you were going to regret thet later

it wasn't long before you heard marco knock on the front door.

you ran out of the bedroom and unlocked the door for him, greeting him with a warm hug.

“ok so i kind of lied. i just wanted you to come over. but that's only because jeans ignoring me!”

before giving him a chance to respond you took his arm and dragged him to the bedroom.

“hey hey jean!”

“hey bodt - EREN STOP IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD.”

you rolled your eyes and plopped down onto your bed, marco following behind you. you knew that jean has an agreement to share you from time to time, so you cuddled up into his strong arms, resting your head on his broad chest.

he smiled and squeezed you tight. but when jean saw you two from the reflection, he was mad. he knew that he shouldn't have a reason to be mad though, he was the one rejecting giving you the much needed attention. he didn't know if it was because marco was the reason you were smiling right now, or the fact that his hand was roaming a little too far up your thigh.

but what jean didn't know was that marcos been... well, sexually frustrated. like he said before, he been burying himself way too deep into work. being a CEO was a lot of work, even for someone as bright as marco. he used to go at it a little too frequently, but now he never even has the chance to jack off.

so what was his real reason for coming here.

“eren are you there? eren? erennn”

not bothering to shut anything off he put his head set down on his desk and walked over to you and marco.

“you guys hungry?”

you slowly opened your eyes, looking over to jean.

you and marco both nodded your heads.

15 minutes later the three of you were gathered in the living room, you and jean sitting on either side of marco.

everyone was laughing while jean teased you as always. but when you went to go playfully smack his head? the cup of ice cold water in your hand tipped over and spilt all over marco’s jeans.

“ ‘m so sorry hold on!!”

you ran up and into the kitchen grabbing a hand towel. you came back to the couch, sitting back in your spot, taking the towel, dabbing it all over the stain on marco’s pants. you didn't know why he was blushing to an extent though.

“its, its fine y/n! its just water it’ll dry”

you removed the towel to reveal a huge bulge in his pants. so that's why he was so embarrassed.

“im sorry, im sorry! ive just been really frustrated lately and-”

“just help him, y/n.”

marco let out a relived sigh when you got onto your knees in front of him. you slowly brought your hand up to his zipper and pulled it down. he then helped you pull of his pants and boxers just for his erection to spring up and hit into his stomach.

he never failed to impress you, he was defiantly bigger than jean. long and girthy with a few veins running down the shaft, pre-cum dribbling out of the tip.

without saying a word, you took his cock into your hands slowly stroking him, using his pre-cum as lube.

“p-please y/n. i want it in your mouth.”

knowing how mean and dominate he can get while riled up, you obeyed, enjoying the shy side of him.

you swirled your tongue around his tip before bobbling your head down, taking as much as you can. marco’s hands found his way into your hair while throwing his head back. it was taking everything to not just buck his hips up and shove his cock down your pretty little throat.

“so you’re just gonna let her run that slutty mouth up and down n not just fuck her throat? hm, boring.”

at the moment you wish jean would've just bit his tongue while marco let out a deep, long chuckle.

he then tightened his grip around your hair and forced you down further onto him before thrusting up into your throat. he was way too big for you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat earning a gag from you.

“what's wrong can't take it? i really thought you were a slut... getting onto your knees for your boyfriends best friend and letting him fuck that tiny throat of yours.”

his degrading words were enough for you to slip your hands down your shorts, slowing adding friction to your clit.

jean, now fully erect got up from his spot on the couch and squatted down next to you, pulling your hand away and out of your pants, a tight grip around your wrist.

“i don't think anyone told you to touch yourself, now did they?”

without warning, marco came in your mouth, his warm cum spilling down your throat. he then pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum still connecting you to him. marco looked down to jean and nodded.

jean stood up, bringing you up with him and walked over to the bedroom, marco following close behind and closing the door once you all got inside.

jean pushed you down onto the bed. the two men were now hovering over you, looking down onto you. you definitely lost any sort of control over this situation.

“hmm, i think you deserve a punishment baby. i mean for slapping me before.”

“that wasn't my fault tho-”

“shut up. no one said you could talk.” he spat out

jean then sat on the bed next to you. you knew exactly what he wanted. you crawled over and laid face first across his lap, ass perking up, while marco took a seat on jean’s gaming chair facing the both of you.

“you’ll only get ten today. i hear anything fall from that mouth besides you counting, i’m leaving to go spend the night at marcos”

you shook your head yes while a harsh slap landed right across your ass.

“o-one” you said while sniffling

marco on the other hand was started to palm himself through his boxers at the sight in front of him.

“te- ten!” you basically cried out at this point. you usually get more, but jean was harsh tonight.

meanwhile, no one in the room realized the discord chat going off on jean’s computer

surprised your still on... mikasa ratted me out about something so my mom called and chewed my ear out longer than expected.

helloooo?

jean?

“my sweet girl, you were so good for me. as a reward i’ll let you have marco’s cock. you’ll let him fuck you, right baby?”

eagerly you nodded while jean switched places with marco, now sitting on the chair.

“as always im going to prep you first, i wouldn't want to hurt you. that alright?”

without having to say anything you pulled your shorts down and disregarded them onto the floor.

marco then pushed you down onto your back while slipping down your panties. you looked up into his eyes while he shoved to fingers knuckles deep into your cunt, earning a sweet soft moan from your lips.

a few minutes after using his fingers to stretch you out, you left your climax building with a familiar feeling in your stomach.

“m-marco i’m gonna~”

about to cream all over his fingers, he pulled them out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“didn’t think i’d let you off the hook that easy hm?”

“marco pleaseee, i need too, please!!” you were basically sobbing over the fact that you wanted to get fucked

“no need to be a little cry baby y/n. he’ll let you cum when he wants to.” said jean from across the room, fucking his fist

“no, no its not that... it’s just that nothing feels better than your sweet cum running down my shaft.” right when he finished his sentace he shoved his cock right into your tight cunt, completely bottoming out and thrusting into you without giving you time to adjust.

“ ‘s too big marco please!”

“sorry, couldn’t help it baby.” the sight was so lewd. marco pounding into you from behind and shoving your head down into the mattress. jean behind you two fucking his first harder than ever. the room filled with wet slapping sounds and your loud moans, along with grunting from the two boys.

“ ah~ baby you’re squeezing me so, so well.” said marco while reaching his hand down, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it.

“mm need to-”

marco sent a harsh slap onto your clit, sending your whole body jerking foward, squirting all over his cock.

marco let out another chuckle at your reaction. “wow, first time anyone’s ever squirted on my cock.”

he pulled out soon after and released all over your ass, crashing down on top of you, out of breath. jean was about to come over and help the both of you clean up until everyone heard a sort of high pitched moan. you and marco knew that didn’t sound like jean and both flipped over.

you all soon realized the headset on jeans desk, the green light indicating it was still on and running. you all then caught on to what was happening on the other side.

“wow jean... didn’t know little y/n was such a slut.”

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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Kozume Kenma x F!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo ( part 1 )

❝ i’m right here, when are you going to realize that i’m your cure, heartbreak girl? ❞

description: kozume kenma didn’t know the exact day in which he realized that he was in love with you. he knew very well that it was sometime after your first “hello”, but the exact moment got whisked away in the many memories that included you. the problem was, though, that you were in love with and in a serious relationship with the boy he claimed as a best friend.

genre: angst, pining, unrequited love, (characters are aged up as the story continues)

word count: 2,373

warnings/notes: hey all! this one doesn’t really have any warnings, just strong language and lots of angst. i changed up my writing style just a bit for this one, and i’m quite proud of it so please leave me as much feedback as possible!! let’s start another journey, this time with kuroo and kenma ;)

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“ i’m right here, when are you going to realize? ”

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Kozume Kenma couldn’t pinpoint the exact day in which he realized that he was eminently in love with you. He knew very well that it was sometime after your first “hello”, but the exact moment got whisked away in the many memories that included you.

The problem was, though, that you were eminently in love with and in a serious relationship with the boy he claimed as a best friend.

The first day that Kenma met you, he had to take several seconds to process. You were the only person, the only girl, that made him have to catch his breath at the mere sight. You were brighter than the sun, shined blue like the moon. You were stunning.

And you had your arm wrapped around Tetsurou Kuroo’s.

“Kenma!” Kuroo had called from across the room, waving at his friend. Kenma complied, phone in hand and moving through the crowds without so much as lifting an eye.

Kenma was dragged to a party with the volleyball team. It isn’t that he hated people, nor was he shy. He just didn’t see the point in pretending to enjoy something that wasn’t his thing. He never understood the desire most teens had in wanting to do stupid things and interact all of the time. It sounded exhausting.

“Kenma, this is my girlfriend.” Kuroo introduced you. And Kenma looked up to meet your eyes.

“Hello!” You greeted with a smile. You had to talk a bit louder than normal over the party’s music. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad we finally get to meet!”

“Same.” was Kenma’s reply. Though he wanted to say more.

As Kuroo continued to talk to the both of you, Kenma couldn’t help but watch you from his peripheral vision. You were, in simple terms, the most beautiful person he had ever met. How you managed to be so utterly taken with Kuroo he would never understand.

You kept one hand on Kuroo’s arm the entire time. Kenma could only define his feelings as jealousy.

Of course, he pushed those feelings down. Because he couldn’t possibly be in love at first sight. To his best friend’s girlfriend, of all people. No. Absolutely not.

When Kenma retreated to a corner of the house later that night, it was you who found him and sat beside him on the floor. He looked up from his game.

“Don’t stop on my account.” You told him, pulling out your phone. “Not one for parties?”

“Never have been.” He brought his head further down to shield his face with his hair. “I’m always dragged here by the team.”

“Yeah, I’m only here to meet Kuroo’s friends.” You admitted. He didn’t know if it was true or if it was a way to initiate conversation to get on his good side for your boyfriend. Either way, he turned his head to catch your (beautiful) eye. “But he decided that trying to beat Bokuto at the keg is his mission for the night.”

“Ah.”

With that, the both of you became closer. You met up with them at lunch, called him over discord to play games while both of you were at home. And Kenma felt himself falling harder and harder.

Oh, and he became your shoulder to cry on.

Because Tetsurou Kuroo might’ve been an amazing guy, a great team leader and captain, and an incredible friend; but he was a terrible boyfriend.

You were his first girlfriend, so there was room for learning and growth and improvement. But there were also faults in trying to build something that had no foundation.

A couple of months passed, and the honeymoon stage had come to an end, was the first fight.

The reason behind the fight was long forgotten by now, but it had to do with communication. A joke turned into seriousness that it hadn’t meant to be, and it ended in a heated argument between you both. He had ended up calling you an awful name, so you left.

Kuroo called after you, instant regret and apologies rushing off of his lips, but you were already gone.

You ended up at Kenma’s. You knocked on his door with tears in your eyes and on your cheeks. How could he have said no?

With a small voice, you asked, “Can we just play games, please?”

“Of course.” Kenma replied without asking anything else.

He sat on his bed and you sat in a beanbag as you played a game on his TV. He didn’t say anything when he watched you cry silent tears. Instead, he handed you a juice and bag of chips.

You accepted, pretending that there weren’t tears streaming down your red face. Because he knew you, and knew that if you didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t pressure you to.

“Mario Kart?” He offered.

“Oh, you want to lose?” You quipped. A quirk in the corner of your lips.

Even a small smile from you made him feel better. And fall harder.

When you returned home that night, Kuroo stood in the exact spot you had left him in. He immediately sent you a thousand apologies, voice choked. You forgave him before he even spoke

All relationships are rollercoasters, to say the very least. They have their ups and downs, their fast and slow parts, their beginning and end. Your relationship with Kuroo was definitely one of twists and turns.

Kenma sat on the sidelines and watched it all with a knot in his stomach. He held it down, further and further with each passing day.

Immediately after one intense game that they inevitably won, Kenma searched for you. You rushed from the crowd and into your boyfriend’s arms, congratulating him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kenma wondered if the two of you had kissed at that point, you had been together for a month. He had to stop himself from going down that rabbit hole.

It was when you turned to him that Kenma’s entire world was put on pause. You were the only thing that could move.

“Congrats Kenma!” You cheered, bringing him in for a hug. Kuroo chuckled beside you as Kenma just stood with his arms at his sides, completely paralyzed. “You were amazing! What the fuck! That last play…”

Your voice was drowned out. You pulled away to talk more about how great he did during the game. But he couldn’t listen to the praise coming from your tongue. He just couldn’t.

Once you were out of earshot, Kuroo turned to him. With a big dorky smile on his face, Kuroo asked, “She’s the best, isn’t she?”

“Sure.” Kenma replied, but he wanted to go on and on.

Becoming very good friends with Kozume Kenma resulted in a lot of third wheeling. Not that you would ever intentionally exclude him. In fact, you tried to make sure that he was a part of everything the two of you did. Even if it was just something as little as an invite.

The third wheeling mainly consisted of Kenma’s aching heart as he endured the presence of the two of you. Every time that he would catch a glimpse of your hand in Kuroo’s, or Kuroo’s hand on your thigh, or a quick kiss on the cheek, Kenma couldn’t help but wish that it was him instead.

Kuroo caught him staring, once.

He was dragged to a bonfire with the team, and he dreaded every second of it. He never understood why people would enjoy sitting around a fire and being eaten by bugs. He also didn’t like marshmallows.

You were sitting on Kuroo’s lap on a lawn chair, legs draped over his and your body curved into his side. Kenma couldn’t help but watch as he said something into your hair and you laughed, smacking Kuroo’s chest.

Kuroo found Kenma’s gaze. He sent him an oblivious smile and waved him over, thinking that Kenma was feeling awkward about sitting on the sidelines. Oh, how close he had been to the truth.

“Hey, Pudding Head.” Kuroo teased. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You looked up from your position on his lap, and Kenma thought of a million things at once.

“Yeah.”

Kuroo offered the seat beside him, and Kenma accepted. Kuroo knew him better than anyone, this was something that he knew for certain. He wondered if his feelings for you had been obvious. Kuroo never brought it up.

The rest of the night consisted of Kenma pretending to not be affected by your whispering and giggling with his best friend.

Kozume Kenma remembers one specific moment of his love more vividly than the rest.

You were at his house, hanging out on a day off. There were no tears, no anger or sadness towards your boyfriend. It was just a good time with just the two of you. Kuroo had something with his family, so he wasn’t present.

He didn’t remember exactly how the two of you ended up in this position, but he would not complain.

Your head laid in Kenma’s lap, hair fanned out along his thighs. You were watching him beat this game he just got, eyes focused on the screen. Kenma sat against the wall on his bed, arms on either side of your head with his controller in his hand in his best attempt to not touch you.

“Why don’t you like to touch me?” you asked him.

The question caught him off guard, and he had to hide the surprise on his face. “Hm?”

“Don’t pretend I haven’t noticed.” You shifted to look up at him. Kenma had to adjust his legs to hide something he didn’t think you wanted to see. “I figured that you might be a germaphobe or something, because you always seem to keep your distance or freeze up when I grab your wrist or hug you. But I don’t think you are one, considering you play volleyball with a bunch of sweaty men.”

“I. Um.” Kenma paused the game and looked down at you. Searching for excuses, racking his brain for any fake plausible answer that he could give you instead of I’m pretty sure that I’m in love with you and every time that the two of us make contact I feel like a firework about to explode (and it goes straight to a different part of me that I do not wish to discuss with literally anyone). Because that would go over well.

With the little thoughts he could muster, he lied, “I’m not used to girls voluntarily touching me.”

You accepted his answer, nodding with your head still against his thighs. He looked down to see that you were already staring back up at him. “What?”

“I was just wondering why girls weren’t throwing themselves over you.” You sent him a smile. He wanted to die. “You’re a catch. I promise I’ll be more careful if me touching you makes you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t.” Kenma quickly added. Maybe a little too quickly. “This,” he gestured to the current position the two of you laid in. “This doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I guess some things just take time.”

You smiled at him again. That stupid, gorgeous smile. “One day you’ll be so comfortable with me that you won’t even notice if I kiss you.”

The world was testing him. The gods were playing a game with him. He returned his attention to the game, hoping he wouldn’t collapse on the spot.

One night, around half a year into your relationship, Kenma received a call at the asscrack of dawn. Groggily, he answered without looking at the caller.

“Hello?” He asked, voice heavy in sleep. Who would call him at this time? On a school night, no less.

“Kenma.” His ears perked up at your voice. He sat up. “Kenma, please give me some advice.”

It was the first time that you had ever wanted to talk about a fight. True, it was only the third time, but it meant the world to him that you wanted to talk about it. Even if the sun wasn’t even up yet and he had several hours left to sleep.

“What happened?”

A sniff. He was going to kick Kuroo’s head, he decided.

“I just… how do you deal with someone who refuses to talk to you?” You paused, as if you were trying to put together your words. Kenma waited. “Kuroo is great most of the time, but he leaves me hanging so much. I can go the entire weekend without so much as a text. And today something had happened, I knew it the second I saw the look on his face. But he just won’t talk to me. And today,” Another sniff. “Today, I brought it up and he was really dismissive and told me that I didn’t need to be so clingy. Clingy.”

Kenma had to stop himself from saying something like, if you were with me I would love it if you were clingy.

“Kuroo’s an idiot.” Kenma told you. “He doesn’t know how to talk about things that he actually needs to talk about. Next time you talk to him, tell him how his actions make you feel rather than what he needs to change. You’ll get into his brain easier, it’ll click with him.”

You paused again. Taking his words in. “Thank you. Thanks for being a friend.”

“Of course.”

Friend. Because that was all he would be, all that he could be.

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highway-to-helltalia · 4 years ago

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Let the cat out of the bag (RomNor)

Author’s note: A little drabble based on some prompts from Discord.

Even clutched his bag tightly as the rain pelted down, gripping the top of it in an effort to keep it closed rather than holding the handles. On any other day, he wouldn’t have minded the short walk to the laundrette but under the thick clouds that cast the world in shadow even in late afternoon and wind that pushed against his every move, he began to wish he’d stayed at home in his pyjamas and waited another day to make the trip.

His raincoat kept most of him dry, but water was dripping from his fringe and the cuffs of his coat by the time he stepped through the doors. At least the place was empty, so he’d have some peace and quiet save for the whirring of the washing machine. He draped his wet raincoat over the back of a chair.

As he crouched by a machine and began to empty his bag of laundry into it, he heard someone else enter. Even kept his back to the door, hoping they would leave him alone.

“Even? Hey, fancy seeing you here!” The cheerful voice of his neighbour broke through the calm silence, and Vlad squatted down beside him to open the washing machine next to his.

Even breathed out heavily through his nose. “Hello, Vlad,” he mumbled. Of course, it was just his luck that the one person who made his heart feel like it would burst out of his ribcage had to be here when he’d been anticipating a quiet hour to himself. Vlad lived across the road from him, in one of the flats on the ground floor with a little garden out the front, and would often stop Even for a chat whenever he walked past. Even didn’t usually like socialising, but he’d taken to walking past Vlad’s flat any time he got the chance, and found himself hoping each time that the cute Romanian would be outside.

Vlad flashed him a grin, strands of tawny hair plastered to his face, glinting in the fluorescent lights of the laundrette. “Wonderful day, isn’t it?” he said with a smirk as he glanced out at the rainstorm.

Even shrugged, quickly shoving the last of his laundry into the machine and setting it to wash. As he hurried over to a chair in the corner, Vlad spoke again.

“So, how have you- oh, hello!” The Romanian’s tone suddenly changed, becoming higher and softer. “How did you get in there?” He giggled.

Even turned around, his brows knitted in confusion which was only exacerbated when he saw what Vlad was holding. A fluffy brown kitten, mewling and waving it’s paws in Vlad’s gentle grip. Another poked its head out of Vlad’s bag of laundry, the corner of a vest caught on its ear.

“Hey, calm down there, Fang,” Vlad soothed. He turned to Even, his face shining with delight.

“Um… do you always bring kittens with you to the laundrette?” Even asked, an eyebrow raised slightly in bewildered amusement.

Vlad laughed, a beautiful sound like a bell chiming. “Not usually. I had the bag ready to go all day, I guess these must have found a way in.” He bit his lip as he inspected the sides of the bag.

Even took a tentative step forward. “They’re cute.”

Vlad mumbled something, but Even didn’t quite catch it. It sounded very much like ‘so are you’ but that couldn’t be right.

“What was that?” Even asked.

“Nothing!” Vlad said quickly, his face flushing slightly. “Hey, um, do you mind holding these little guys while I put my washing in?”

Even shrugged. “Sure.”

Vlad smiled gratefully, and went about handing both of the kittens to Even. “This is Bloodfang,” he said amicably. “And this is Saberclaw. Be careful, she scratches.”

As Vlad bent down to pick up the next one, Even held one kitten carefully in the crook of each arm, Saberclaw’s nails poking through his jumper as she tried to explore his arm a little.

“And this little cutie is Terrorglare.” Vlad stood up from the bag, holding a smaller kitten. It cowered against his chest, only holding tighter when he tried to pry it away. “Come on, baby,” Vlad murmured. “It’s alright. Even’s nice, he won’t hurt you.”

Even moved a little closer to Vlad as they went about the tricky business of transferring the kitten. There were only inches between them when Vlad finally managed to slide it into Even’s hands, and Even immediately pulled Terrorglare towards his chest. He could feel Vlad’s breath on his face, and looked up into his eyes which looked brown from afar but almost seemed red up close. They stayed like that for a few seconds, neither of them moving, until a whine from one of the cats interrupted them.

Vlad laughed lightly as he stepped away, scratching the back of his neck and twirling his hair around his finger. “There we go,” he smiled at Even as he crouched down to put his laundry in the machine. “You’re good with them, they normally take ages to settle when I hold them.”

“Hm…” Even looked down at the fluffy kittens, which did seem relaxed in his arms. The smaller one, Terrorglare, had stopped struggling and curled against him, nuzzling into the soft wool of his jumper. “How long have you had them for?”

“Just two weeks,” Vlad said. “My parents’ cat had a litter; they kept one and said I could have the rest! You know, if you want to come round and visit the kittens any time, and maybe stay for dinner or something, you’d be welcome. They seem to like you.”

“Perhaps…” Even murmured, though looking at the adorable little kittens there was no way he’d be able to turn down that offer. And spending time with their adorable owner would be a bonus. “I suppose it’s fortunate we were here at the same time.”

“Yeah, what a lucky coincidence,” Vlad said, closing the door of the washing machine. “It’s definitely not because, you know… I might have noticed you were on your way and come here as an excuse to talk to you.”

“Why would you- oh.” Even’s eyes widened as he looked at Vlad, all ability to speak leaving him.

Vlad glanced nervously at him, ducking his head. “Uh… sorry, I guess I’ve really let the cat out of the bag, huh?”

Even looked blankly at him. “Did you bring the kittens here just for that pun?”

Vlad laughed, fiddling with the collar of his red coat. “Nah, I really didn’t know they were in there. But I was planning on telling you that I… um, I do kind of like you. A lot. So if you maybe want to, you know, go for dinner out sometime… or coffee or something…” His voice got quieter with every word, a nervous smile spreading across his face.

Even blinked in surprise, his forehead creasing for a moment until the corner of his mouth flicked into a small smile. “I’d like that.”

#aph norway #aph romania #romnor #hetalia #aph romnor

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ccatskies · 4 years ago

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rariflash | the perfect gift

for beth (@milkymanoban ) and rasa (@smallcrystals ). have this, munchkins! 💜

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"Ooh, ooh! What do you think of this, darling?" The young woman beamed, slightly jumping up in delight, with her petite body resisting the urge to dance on her tip toes as she held up the figurine of two attached bunnies - one coloured pale yellow and the other as warm as caramel.

The two figures were glued together, as if they shared an exceptional bond, their feelings intertwined with the warmth of love. Their heads were coated with pretty divine dandelion flowers - the very first thing the fashionista caught the sight of. The figurine warmed her heart, as if it was one of the most heart warming things she could ever look at.

And, it was definitely better than all the other gifts her and her buddy had to skim through today.

She frowned slightly as the boy ignores her call, puffing her cheeks in exasperation as she puts down the adorable statuette. Without further hesitation, she carefully walked up to his back, without a single sound resonating from her heels. Hiding a small mischievous smile, the British sweetheart smacked her palms down on the taller boy's shoulder, earning a flinch and a cute gah! from him.

"Hey!" He whined as he whipped his head around, clutching onto another item that the girl didn't notice at first glance.

He only pouted, narrowing his eyes adorably as if he were mad but that didn't do the trick, "Raaares, that scared me."

"Of course, it did, love," she giggled, ruffling the front line of his soft blue hair. She gave a small pat on his cheek, as an indication of asking for forgiveness from the younger boy, prior to caressing his shoulder in an attempt to ease the pain the abrupt smack might've inflicted.

"I was calling for you, Flashie - for the fifteenth time since we arrived in this shop and you barely heard me," Rarity apprised, a lighthearted laugh escaping her system and flowing into his ears like a soothing melody.

"Oh, heh. . ." he trailed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "sorry."

But then, realization hit him, immediately having him scrunch up his nose and cross his arms over his chest, "wait, don't call me that. It's a reserved nickname."

"Oh, right." Rarity laughed again. It was always fun, having this kid around her. Not a single day passed without her deliberately wanting to keep him in her pocket, away from all the harm the treacherous world could offer. She felt like such a mother around him, that it was quite uncanny.

"I just found out the perfect gift for Discord!" She grinned, tugging onto the sleeve of his jacket and pointing to the figurine she discovered from the depths of the stock.

Flash's cornflower eyes widened like a lit bulb, as he burst into a hearty laugh, eyes folding into a tight eye smile, "Discord and bunnies? Interesting."

"Hey, he'd love it!" She retaliated, activating a playful punch on his shoulder. "Look at the colours. What do you see?"

"What do I see?" He repeated, putting a hand on his chin, and resting one elbow on the back of his spare hand, "I see two cute animals stuck together. What else?"

"Uh-hm!" She shook her head, and nudged his shoulder, "not just that! See something else?"

"Uh. . . that they're dusty?"

"Noooo! May I add that I might consider disowning you if you take this long, you little baby." Rarity asserted, as she added in a sing-song voice, "the colours, Flash! The colours!"

"I swear to God, woman, you're worse than Math," he tittered with a new-found anxiety, prior to giving it another try, "It's umm, yellow and brownish? - caramel, yeah, that. And?"

The teenager eyed him incredulously, crossing her hand over her chest and tilting her head to the side, "whose favourite colours are they?"

"Fluttershy likes yellow and Discord likes red but also brown as well - oh." He face palmed, "so, this is why you were saying he'd love it."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as he delved his hands into his pockets, "because it's literally the bunny version of himself next to his potential crush. Smart, Noona."

She laughed at the sudden use of honorific; he only did it when he wanted to emphasize things around. She, technically, didn't know much Korean as Flash did. Yes, she understood normal stuff but when random words were thrown here and there out of context, she'd black out. It was even more ironic that Flash had to sit around, lecturing her on grammatical errors and how she accidentally mispronounced a word once that. . . ahem. . . distorted the entire meaning. She was older than him, but somehow he tended to act like more of the older sibling, which was quite amusing.

"Though it's really. . . ironic how we're buying him two baby bunny figurines when the guy dreams about chaos, has a black room with skulls imprinted on the walls, has a door mat with the picture of a cat that says go home and snaps it's middle finger andddd has huge grandpa energy, despite being a guy who randomly cracks puns about destruction - have you heard him talk?"

Rarity chuckled, taking the volume of her entire lower lip under her teeth, as she interpolated, "when it comes to his potential crush, darling, he would definitely let it slide."

"Rightttt," Flash added, "who doesn't love Fluttershy?"

"I designed her a shirt once, with the words MUST PROTECT in caps," Rarity laughed at the memory, "she found it odd, but the others did anything but disagree."

"By the way, you must be so tired, right? We've been looking for the utopian birthday gift for a while now," Rarity turned to face him entirely, observing the fatigue and weariness evident on his visage, and the way he simply pulled off a smiley face despite being harrowed by her shopping trips.

"C'mon, I'm fine!" He grinned, busting out his pearly whites, followed by a reassuring wink.

Rarity frowned, rolling her eyes playfully, "I'm not going to lie that we've been raiding these shops for a while now. We bought a few handy things, but it took time."

"Phew, thought you wouldn't admit it," he disclosed with a thick grin, prior to shutting his mouth back as he earned the look, "sorry."

"Though, we did buy a lot of gifts for one birthday - two shirts, a freaking BodyFriend, a whole ass Monsta X album - this figurine is next," he eyed the figurine followed by the mountain of bags, neatly placed at one corner of the shop, "besides that, you bought a lot of decoration items for the surprise birthday party as well. Grandpa's turning twenty, we need to do something, I guess."

"That exactly justifies why you're so tired, kiddo," her hand again reached out to the top of his head to ruffle his hair, "you basically ran around with me, and I didn't even have to tell you to handle the bags, and help me with making last minute decisions."

"Although you're sometimes a real brat, I'm grateful you know when to be one," she brought her fist close to her lips to fake a cough, "Rainbow, on the other hand, is an affirmative pain in the arse. That girl keeps getting lost like Pinkie, starts complaining mid-way, somehow manages to lose one bag or more around somewhere in the big stalls or acts like a baby. Bringing Dash with me to shopping is like asking for death."

"I swear if I took a shot each time I lost Dash around in these big markets and had to make announcements like when mothers do when they lose their toddlers, I'd be diagnosed with Alcohol Poisoning," Rarity sighed out loud, reminiscing all those times she had to babysit Dash and Pinkie, but mostly Rainbow because bringing Pinkie with her for shopping was eminently equivalent to begging for a Tsunami.

Everyone admits it, whereas you'd find the Argentine girl confused as fuck.

"Really?" Flash laughed, leaning back on the shelf behind him as he proceeded, "how do you do the announcements?"

"How do you think I do it?" Rarity tilted her head, cocking an eye brow at the younger boy.

He only shrugged, pouting his lips adorably in the process, "I don't know, you tell me."

Rarity cleared her throat, prior to flipping the curls on her neck behind her nape, tilting her head to her right, as she brought her fists up to her glossy lips, pretending to be holding a mic that connected to the central sound system, "ahem, Rainbow Dash? Yeah you fucking disappointment? Get your stinking ass right here - "

"WHOA," Flash burst out in a fit of laughter, pulling down Rare Bear's hand as he struggled to breathe properly, "you swear during announcements?"

"Can't help it sometimes," Rarity joined in on the laughter, "usually, I go for short details and just ask them to report her to the central office - or better, the police."

"I must be the angelic favorite child then," Flash winked at her, a bright smile followed with that gesture, to only earn an eye roll from the latter. He partly wanted to take that back, giving it second thoughts that it just might be Fluttershy instead, but boy, did he love to tease her.

"Oh, you wish," Rarity turned around to get the bunny figurine to the Cash Section as she snorted - a thing she didn't do quite often unless around her friends.

Flash caught up to the clicking of her heels on the marble floor, wrapping his big arm around her shoulder as he pulled her small frame into a warm side hug, "you know you love me - it's okay, everyone does."

"Do you hear yourself?" She laughed out, rolling her eyes once again, prior to muttering, "rascal."

He pouted once again, faking an offended look as he whined, "Noonaaaa, I heard that!" Someone just has to tell Flash Sentry that talking in a pout doesn't identify as a character trait, yet whenever he did that, no one seemed to complain.

"No, you didn't, you baby wastrel -"

"Okay, this is abuse." He complained, pining for a hug from the his best friend, as he stood in front of her, bending down a little to have her look into his eyes - the puppy dog eyes, "tell me, I'm a good kid."

She could only giggle at his adorable behavior, sticking her finger out to squish his fluffy cheeks, "fine, you're a good kid. Now, let me get this to the cashier - oh wait."

"Hmm?"

"What were you looking at when I was calling you earlier?"

"Oh, uh, it's nothing."

"Oh please, Flash, spare me the lie," she huffed, "what were you seeing?"

She despised it wherever anyone tried to fabricate a lie, especially around her. It's not like she couldn't give them what they desired. Rarity was always generous just like that.

Flash sighed, prior to shyly gesturing towards a key-chain. It was shaped as an axe, with leaf designs sticking out from the sides of the beautifully handcrafted item. Rarity didn't hesitate to pick it up and observe the intricate details that were imprinted on it.

"You wanted this, darling?"

"Haha. . . I kinda forgot to bring my wallet today," Flash mumbled, his cheeks growing red as he sheepishly rubbed his nape, "this is embarrassing."

"I'll buy it for you."

His eyes widened, as he put down the chain in protest, "what? No. Rares, it's okay."

"No, I'd love to buy this for you, dear," she objected, picking it up. Her lips curved into a pretty smile, which was nothing but genuine. She let her blue eyes run back up at her brotherly figure, booping his nose adorably, as she cleared her throat, "I know Timber would love it, Flashie. You can pay me back later."

That caught him off guard. If one thing was fascinating, it was Rare Bear's tingling sense that helped her identify what her friends wanted - they just couldn't keep secrets from her. And, of course, she had a special eye out for unraveling a very amusing topic.

Crushes.

His cheeks grew the shade of a wild crimson, as he struggled to put cohesive words past his lips. The only thing Rarity noticed was the twitching of his lips and how he instantly got shy, staring down at the ground, rubbing circles on the floor with the tip of his toe.

What a cutie.

"Hey, this is not what it looks like - "

"Definitely."

"We're good friends - "

"Of course."

"NOONA!"

"Hush, child. We can deal with this back at home," Rarity planted a finger on his lips, interrupting the chain of profanities that her friend might've thrown. She only smirked at the boy mischievously, as she handed the items to the cashier. The soft red blush hovering over his cheeks didn't help, especially not the wandering eyes.

"Tell me if he loves it," she leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "and how your first kiss went - "

"He's not gonna kiss me for a key-chain that looks like an axe," he rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly to put an end to the topic, with sweat trickling down the side of his forehead.

"You never know, munchkin."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, darling." She grinned, bringing his head down to her level as she hugged him from the side, messing up his already disheveled hair for the umpteenth time. He could only laugh at the action, and resist the urge to blush at her words from earlier. Simultaneously, the cashier also sneaked a glance at the pair, whilst hiding a small smile to herself.

Honestly, she was THE best Noona he's ever had.

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#okay yeah i write #shocking i know lmao #beth requested for rariflash so we have rariflash #and since i love rasa this is also for her 💖#rarity #flash sentry #rariflash #mlp #equestria girls #drabble #nivia writes

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monstercupcake61176 · 6 years ago

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One Step Closer

Summary: Honestly I was too lazy to write a summary so... Have some more fluff and angst.

Previous, Masterlist

Discord

A few days passed and Patton was getting ready to have a movie night with Thomas. The two had made it a weekly tradition and Patton looked forward to each one. Tonight was especially exciting because they were going to have a Harry Potter marathon.

Patton was gathering his Hufflepuff gear from the Fitting In episode and trying to contain his excitement. It would just be him, Thomas, and one of their favorite series of movies! Giggling, Patton sank out and rose up in the apartment. “I’m here Thomas!”

“Hey! Just in time!” Thomas called from the kitchen. “Just finishing up the snacks! And I have a surprise for you!”

“A surprise?” Patton’s eyes lit up. “What is it?” Before Thomas could answer Roman suddenly popped out from behind the couch, decked out in his Gryffindor robe, hat, and shirt. “IT’S US!”

An awkward silence followed as no one else showed up. Roman looked down at the floor. “You two were supposed to do that with me!”

“My legs fell asleep from being crouched for so long.” Virgil’s voice could be heard.

“And you knocked me over when you rose up.” Logan huffed in annoyance as he pulled himself up, using the back of the couch for support. “I told you we were too close.”

Virgil was the last to rise, and to Patton’s surprise, both he and Logan were wearing Ravenclaw and Slytherin related clothes. Well, Virgil just had a green tie on and Logan was wearing a hat.

“Ugh, you two are no fun.” Roman pouted, sticking his bottom lip out and crossing his arms.

“Um, what are ya doing here kiddos?” Patton asked, smiling nervously.

“It was Roman’s idea.” Thomas walked over, carrying a tray of snacks. “We could all have a marathon together, you know? Hang out, together. All of us.” He gave Patton a sideways glance that caused him to gulp and tug at the collar of his shirt.

Fortunately, Thomas was mostly blocking him from the others, so the action went unnoticed.

“What do you think Padre?” Roman was beaming, forgetting about his failed surprise attempt. “A movie night with the entire famILY! And it’s Harry freaking Potter!”

“Oh, yeah! Sounds fun!” Patton smiled again. Why did it feel like he was forcing himself to be happy?

“Okay,” Thomas clapped his hands together, “I got the snacks, movie’s already in, we just need to get the drinks and claim our spots and we’ll be good to go!”

“Great.” Virgil climbed over the couch and flopped down onto the cushions, taking up the entire far end for himself with one leg crossed over the other. “I claim this spot.”

“No fair! I wanted that spot!” Roman vaulted over the couch (planning on scaring him) only for Virgil to effortlessly throw the prince onto the floor. All while maintaining a completely “Dead inside” expression on his face.

“Roman?! Are you okay?!” Thomas ran over to where he was lying face down on the carpet. “I’m fine…” Roman muttered into the floor.

“Are you hurt?” Logan inquired.

“No, just my pride…”

“You all seem to forget that I’m a Fight or Flight reflex,” Virgil scrolled through his phone, “I’m always alert for danger.”

“Really?” Thomas asked without looking up from where he was trying to get Roman on his feet, but the prince was in no hurry to move from his position.

“Yeah,” Virgil grinned slightly, “Rea-” He was cut off by a pillow colliding with the top of his head. His phone dropped onto his chest and he looked up in astonishment to see a smirking Logan, still clutching the pillow in his hand. “Always alert, hm?”

Virgil glared while Thomas and Roman didn’t bother trying to contain their laughter (Roman had looked up just in time to see Virgil get hit) Logan smugly tossed the pillow onto the couch and managed to avoid Virgil’s attempt to hit him on the arm in retaliation.

Patton, oddly enough, didn’t react much to the interactions unfolding in front of him. He just watched it all happen with a perplexed look on his face.

“Alright, you guys figure out where you’re sitting.” Thomas stood and walked towards the kitchen. “Logan? Do you mind helping with the drinks?”

“Of course, Thomas.” Logan followed him while Roman selected a new spot on the couch, far away from Virgil.

Patton shuffled his feet before going to sit in the middle of the couch.

“You excited Padre?” Roman gently nudged him with his elbow. “It’s a Very Potter Marathon!”

“Huh?” Patton blinked a few times before smiling and nodding eagerly. “Oh yeah! I can’t wait!”

Roman beamed and began gushing about his love for the films while Patton listened, nodding every so often to something Roman had said. Both were unaware of the suspicious glances Virgil was directing towards Patton during the conversation.

Thomas and Logan came in with drinks and set them on the coffee table. “Okay, we’re all set!”

“Excellent! Now hurry up and sit down already so we can start this thing!” Roman was way too pumped up. One might have compared to him an excited puppy with the way he was bouncing on the couch.

Logan, not wanting to sit next to the hyperactive prince, chose to sit between Virgil and Patton, much to the moral Side’s discomfort. He kept his attention focused on the TV, watching the main menu until Thomas played the movie.

It’ll be fine… It’ll be fine… Patton kept telling himself. Just don’t talk to him. Avoid eye contact. Everything will be just fine.

“Patton?” Logan laid a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Patton jumped and turned to him. Everything about Logan just seemed, different. He was much more relaxed, not as stiff. His tie was loose, his hair slightly unkempt, what was going on?

“Hey, Patton, he asked you a question.” Virgil put his phone away.

“Oh! Right! Yeah, I’m fine Logan!” Patton smiled and patted him on the head before promptly folding both hands in his lap.

Why did I do that?!

Logan seemed equally confused by the action but chose not to comment. “Very well…” He settled back in his spot just as Thomas sat down between Patton and Roman. “Everyone ready?”

“We’ve been ready! Play the gosh darn movie!”

“Okay! Okay!” Thomas hit “play” and leaned back. “Are you satisfied now?”

“Very.” Roman beamed and stuffed his face with popcorn. Thomas rolled his eyes and tossed a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth. Of course, upon seeing this, Roman attempted to do the same and ended up hitting himself in the eye.

As the movie began Patton sank lower in his seat. He didn’t understand, he was here with everyone, doing something they all enjoyed, so why was he feeling so… Bleh?

The wonder that usually came with watching these movies was gone. He wished he had Roman’s enthusiasm or even the small grin Virgil was wearing, but there was nothing. He glanced over at Logan, even he was enjoying himself. Which was odd, he never openly enjoyed things.

Patton was always the one to notice the little details that gave away Logan’s true feelings. The way his eyes lit up, how his smiles were always reserved, never revealing too much, everything about him just seemed to glow.

And now, while not still completely showing everything, he wasn’t as guarded. His walls were beginning to lower, but again, why? What was causing him to change?

Probably Deceit… Patton frowned and sank even lower. Why does he want to change Logan? He’s perfect just the way he is! He crossed his arms. He was the only one who loved Logan, flaws and all, he wouldn’t change anything about him.

The first movie ended and the next one was started right away. No matter how hard he tried, Patton just couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it along with the others. His mind just kept finding more and more things to be upset about.

By the third movie, the main complaint that came to Patton was how this was meant to be a marathon for him and Thomas, why was everyone else here? Why hadn’t Thomas asked him before inviting them? Sure, it had been Roman’s idea, but he should have asked him first before agreeing!

This was supposed to be his escape! He couldn’t escape if what he was trying to escape from was following him!

“Hey! Patton!” Thomas was shaking him, rather angrily, in an attempt to get his attention. Patton yelped and looked at him in shock. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He was trying to keep his voice calm, but it was clear from how he kept closing and opening his hand into a fist that he was struggling.

“What do you mean?” Patton tilted his head before looking around. The movie had been paused and the other three were all staring at them.

“I was doing just fine,” Thomas continued, “When suddenly, I started getting a bit… Agitated.” He smiled forcefully, his other hand grabbing Patton’s rather tightly.

“I-I don’t know what you-” Patton stopped. “Oh no…”

“What’s going on?” Virgil stood, clearly on edge.

Patton trembled and kept his head down. “I’m sorry Thomas… I didn’t mean it...”

“Didn’t mean what?” Roman stared at them both, confuzzled. Patton didn’t answer either of them.

“I’ll just go…” He mumbled.

“Patton?” Logan’s hand rested on his shoulder again. Patton didn’t have to look behind him to see the concern in his eyes, he could hear it in his voice, which only made him feel worse.

“Sorry I ruined everything…” He shrugged off Logan’s hand and sank out. Thomas was able to relax again, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

“What just happened?” Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I-I think I was feeling Patton’s emotions…” Thomas gripped the edge of the couch. “He was angry…”

“Patton? Angry?” Roman laughed. “Come on Thomas! I don’t think Patton is even capable of feeling anger! He’s too soft!”

“Right,” Virgil narrowed his eyes, “and overly-confident princes can’t ever feel insecure.”

“Exactly! Wait no-”

“Ahem,” Logan cleared his throat, “Just because someone doesn’t commonly express a certain emotion, doesn’t mean they are incapable of feeling said emotion. Patton is Thomas’ feelings, he’s felt anger before. Regardless of whether or not it was his own or Thomas’.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Roman nodded.

“But Thomas said it was Patton’s anger, not his. Why would Thomas be affected by it?” Virgil asked.

“I am unsure, has this ever happened before?” Logan inquired.

“I mean,” Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, “the only time I can think of is… You know, when we were all moving on…”

“Hm, yes, but you were feeling the same way as Patton.” Logan’s brow furrowed. “Those emotions belonged to both of you. From what I understand, the anger you were just experiencing belonged solely to Patton, and ended up being passed along to you.”

“Okay, but how does that work?” Roman propped his chin on the back of his hand.

“I am unsure, but I will try to find answers for you, Thomas.”

Thomas nodded. “Thanks L…”

It was quiet for a second. “So…” Roman rocked back and forth. “Are we gonna finish the movie? It’s almost over…”

“Of course that’s what’s on your mind.” Virgil chuckled and rolled his eyes, trying to lighten to mood.

“We might as well, seeing as it is almost over.” Logan settled himself again. “We don’t have to finish all of the films tonight.”

“Yay!” Roman clapped eagerly.

Thomas chuckled and resumed the movie. Once it was over, they helped clean up the apartment before saying goodnight. When the three of them rose up in the Mind Palace they simply stood quietly, debating on whether or not they wanted to bring up the night’s events.

“Well…” Roman rocked back and forth on his feet. “That was something.” Virgil finished for him. “Should we talk to Patton?”

“Yes, but probably not tonight,” Logan turned towards the stairs, “he probably needs time alone.”

“You’re probably right, Specs.” Roman yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “As for me, I’m off to get my beauty sleep. Goodnight!” Roman bounded upstairs.

“Speak for yourself,” Virgil put his hands back in his pockets, “I’ve gotta keep Thomas awake for another half hour because I reminded him of that one time he borrowed a pencil from one of his classmates in high school and never gave it back.”

“Why would he even worry about such a thing now? He doesn’t even remember who the classmate was, does he?” Logan crossed his arms. “Nope. All the more reason to feel guilty.” Virgil grinned. “Sleep tight. Don’t let the vampires bite.” With that, he sank out, chuckling evilly.

Logan just rolled his eyes and went up to his own room to get ready for bed. He entered his room and turned on the light when his eyes caught sight of something lying on his desk, something that brought a smile to his face.

He walked over and picked up the yellow rose and the note it was lying on. He breathed in the flower’s scent before reading the note.

Well, Logan grinned, It seems I have a date tomorrow night.

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“Alright, it’s like this.” Deceit held Logan close, one arm around his waist the other holding his hand. “Right foot first, then your left.” The two walked forward. “One, two, three. Then slide,” Deceit pulled Logan along. “Then you go back. One, two, three, slide.”

Logan focused on their steps, trying to move in time to Deceit’s counting. He’d been informed that today, they were going to learn how to tango, something that Logan had not expected from Deceit.

For this particular lesson, the two were back in the ballroom, but Deceit had removed his cape and gloves and laid them aside near a wall. Oddly enough, he kept the hat on.

They practiced the dance a few more times before Deceit decided they deserved a break. Without letting go of Logan’s hand they walked out into the garden.

“You’re learning fast, Logan.” Deceit smiled affectionately at him. “You’ll become better than me at this rate.”

“You flatter me.” Logan kissed him on the cheek.

“Only because I love to see you smile. The kiss was nice too~”

Logan rolled his eyes and gave him a playful shove. Deceit chuckled and held his hand, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”

“It’s always a beautiful night when I’m with you.”

Deceit feigned a look of shock. “Logan, are you flirting with me?”

“Perhaps…” Logan grinned.

“You flatter me.” Deceit stole a quick kiss on the lips, causing Logan to blush. “Still, it’s unwise to go against the master.”

“How foolish of me.”

Deceit chuckled and the two sat down on the edge of the fountain.

A hummingbird flew by, humming a song as it passed. Logan knew of Deceit’s fondness for puns, but he preferred visual gags to word play, though he was very good at it.

He’d also tried to lecture Logan on the significance of puns and how it wasn’t possible for everyone to master the “art”, but Logan had been unable to take him seriously since he’d discovered that Deceit tended to hiss when he was frustrated and kept saying “Punssss.”

It was far too adorable.

“So, Logan, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Deceit ran his hand through the water, “How have you been getting along with the others?”

“We are getting along rather well,” Logan smiled, “Virgil has been more open with the rest of us, and Roman and I don’t fight nearly as often anymore.”

“That’s good, and Patton?”

Logan paused. “He… He has not been with us…”

Deceit looked up, his body tensing. “What?” “He’s been spending more time with Thomas. We rarely see him anymore.”

“How long has this been going on for?” Deceit demanded. Logan couldn’t understand why his tone was so serious.

“I’m not sure, I believe it started not long after you told me to start spending more time with the others.”

“Where is he when he isn’t with Thomas?”

“By himself. Deceit, is something wrong?”

Deceit turned away and stared at the water. He appeared to be deep in thought. Logan frowned and held his hand. “Deceit?”

“I suppose it’s time to tell you now…” He sighed and gently gripped Logan’s hand back.

“Tell me what?”

“There isn’t much I can tell, simply because I would not be allowed to, but I can warn you.” He turned back to him. “All of you are in danger. The Side who hurt me is also after you and your family. That’s why I told you to become closer with them, it was for your protection.”

“My protection?” Logan frowned. “Was all of that just to protect me?”

“Not just you, all of you.” Deceit sighed. “But, it was also for the rest of you to become closer. You need each other.”

“I don’t understand, how would us being close with one another help protect us?”

“Because, as cliché as it sounds, all of you are stronger together than you are alone. This Side knows that, which is why he wanted to keep all of you apart.”

Logan nodded slowly. “I see, that is why you were sent to kidnap me and cause Roman’s madness?”

“Yes, and I still regret that…” Deceit laid a hand over his side absently.

“What would have happened to Virgil? Or Patton?” Logan asked.

“Simple, I would have made Virgil aware of your capture and use you as bait to lure him to a trap, and while Patton was alone, Roman would have taken him.”

Logan blinked. “You had all of this planned out?”

“I did. I also had a backup plan in case things went south.”

“Did you have a plan for if you happened to fall in love with me?” Logan teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“No,” Deceit chuckled softly and gazed at the water gushing from the fountain. “I didn’t know what to do…”

Logan followed his gaze. Out here, it was so easy to just forget all of their problems. Here, it was just the two of them, in their own world.

“I wish it could be like this all the time,” he said quietly, “no one trying to hurt us, no hiding, we can just be free.”

Deceit didn’t reply. His eyes had a faraway look in them, as if he were reminiscing.

“Something on your mind?” Logan leaned against him. “Besides me?”

Deceit glanced at him slyly. “How can there be anything else when you constantly take up my thoughts?”

Logan smiled and rested his head on his shoulder. “Deceit? Will we be alright?”

“I want us to be.” He kissed his head.

“What about the others?” He closed his eyes.

“I will protect them in any way I can.” Deceit pulled him down to where his head was resting on his lap and removed his glasses. “I promise.”

“Thank you…” Logan drifted off to sleep, resting peacefully with Deceit near him. Deceit watched him silently and gently ran his fingers through his hair. He lifted his head again and gazed at the water falling from the fountain.

On the other side of the water, two figures could be seen faintly, walking hand in hand through the garden. They sat down opposite of Logan and Deceit, not letting the other go and staring into each other’s eyes.

“We’ll always be together, won’t we?”

“Always, my love.”

The two kissed, holding each other close.

Deceit blinked and the image was gone. He looked down at Logan, still sleeping peacefully. He hummed softly and stared at the water again.

What’s done is done, Deceit. He told himself.

What’s done is done….

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Four days had gone by since the failed movie night and Patton had secluded himself inside his room. He didn’t let anyone in, he didn’t want to talk to anyone. He knew this would only make matters worse, but he was too afraid of approaching the others.

They would ask questions, too many questions, then what would he do?

Now, while the others were willing to give him his space (and quite frankly, were afraid of disturbing him) Thomas wasn’t so keen on letting Patton hide away. Which is why when the moral Side felt the familiar tug that came with being summoned, he didn’t bother fighting it.

He had known that sooner or later Thomas would want to talk to him, although he was surprised that it had taken him four days to do it.

When he rose up in the apartment Thomas was sitting on the couch. He almost looked like a father who was about to give a lecture to his children, which Patton would have made a joke about if he wasn’t feeling so nervous.

“Hey, wanna take a seat?” Thomas patted the couch. “You don’t have to sit here, but somewhere on the couch would be fine. Unless you prefer the floor.” He was trying to lighten the mood, but was doing a poor job at it.

Still, Patton reluctantly sat on the couch, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

Thomas sighed. “Look, I’m going to cut to the chase, what’s going on? And please, be honest.”

Patton bit his lip. He couldn’t tell him the truth, he’d promised.

When he didn’t say anything Thomas resorted to guessing. “Is it that voice you were telling me about? Have you been hearing it again?”

Patton shook his head.

“Were you upset because I didn’t tell you the others would be with us on movie night? Did you want it to just be the two of us?”

Well, that was part of it…

Thomas sighed. “Patton, please don’t make me force you to tell me.”

He stiffened. If Thomas really wanted to know something, they had to tell him. It was the one rule that no Side could break, even if they really wanted to.

“Patton, talk to me, please. I’m worried about you. We all are…”

How much would he be forced to reveal if Thomas made him tell the truth? Probably too much, there were things he definitely did not want Thomas to know.

What do I do…?

“Patton?” Thomas tried one more time to reach him. “What is going on?”

“I… I can’t say…” He shifted nervously. “I promised…”

“Promised who?”

“Logan! I Promised Logan!”

“Promised him what?”

“I promised him that I wouldn’t tell!” Patton’s eyes filled with tears.

“Tell what?!”

“That he’s in love with Deceit!” Both of Patton’s hands clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide with fear.

Oh no… Oh no Patton… What did you do…?

Thomas stared at him in shock. Had he heard that right? “Uh, Patt? Would you mind repeating that for me?” Patton shook his head. “Hmhm!”

“Did you say that Logan is in love with Deceit?”

Patton sighed and lowered his hands in defeat. “Yes…”

“You are telling me, that Logan, my logic, is in love with freaking Deceit?!”

“Yes! And now he’s going to be made at me because I told!” Patton hugged his knees to his chest. “I broke my promise… I broke it…”

“Whoa, hey, it’s alright… Kind of…” Thomas sighed. “How long have you known?”

“Um, I don’t know, what chapter is this?”

“Chapter 24, I think.”

“Then I’ve known for about five chapters.”

“Oh geez…” Thomas ran his hand through his hair. “You don’t know when this started?”

“No, I have no idea how long they’ve been together…” Patton fiddled with his hoodie sleeves.

“Okay, just tell me what you know…”

“Not much, I just walked in on them both in Logan’s room. Deceit was injured and Logan was taking care of him. He told me they were in love, and had me promise not to tell anyone.”

Thomas nodded slowly. “You know, this would be easier for me to believe if it was literally anyone other than Logan.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he is the least romantic out of all of you. Plus he constantly goes on and on about not having emotions, yet he’s the first one to be in a relationship?”

“Yeah, but, it’s Deceit…” “Oh, right…” Thomas frowned. “Is that even healthy?”

“I don’t know, he’s been keeping it a secret this whole time.” Patton bit his lip again. “And-And I don’t know if he can be trusted…”

“Do you think he’s using Logan?”

“Maybe…” He rested his chin on his knees. “I’m afraid that he’ll hurt Logan, and there won’t be anything I can do to help him…”

Thomas frowned slightly. Patton glanced at him, getting an idea. “Could you talk to him?”

“What?”

“Talk to Logan. You could ask him about Deceit, and if something was off, he’d have to tell you, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah…” Thomas nodded slowly. “I could, but, then I’d have to tell him how I found out…”

“Couldn’t you just- No, you’re right. He deserves to know.” Patton took a deep breath. “You can tell him I told you. It’s what I deserve.”

“Hey, Patt, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Thomas reached over and held his hand. “I’ll tell Logan that I found out from you, but I’ll also tell him that you only did it out of concern. Okay?”

Patton took his hand. “Okay��”

Thomas smiled. “It’s going to be alright. We’ll figure this out.”

He smiled back. He trusted Thomas, he’d take care of this. “Thank you.”

“No problem buddy.” Thomas ruffled his hair. “Now, as long as you’re here, want to finish our marathon?”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Can we?”

“I’ll make the popcorn, you put the movie in and find where we left off.”

Patton cheered and ran to grab the movie. Everything would be fine. Thomas would take care of Deceit.

He had nothing to worry about.

#loceit #sanders sides #dance with deceit #romantic loceit #logan x deceit #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #ts deceit #thomas sanders #tw fudge

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the-unknown-storyteller · 6 years ago

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We are Four (pt.1)

(Loosely based on this discord message by @cassandrasdreamworld)

(Also, this request by anon came in just in time for this fic)

(Universe by @linkeduniverse)

Warning: Gender (?) Dysphoria, Probably Inaccurate Depictions of what could be described as dysphoria (I'm sorry in advance)

Summary: The Four Sword is a most peculiar sword with most peculiar side effects. Four is not amused.

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They step up onto the podest, each raising their swords to the sky. Woeful expressions bid the last goodbyes in silence, before they simultaneously drive the Four Swords into the stone below them. Their bodies tremble, shake, merge back into one. A quiet “goodbye” leaves his lips as he opens his eyes to see that everyone is truly gone. They’re- He's alone now.

He steps down from the sacred stone and shoots Zelda, who's standing behind him, an unsteady smile. “It is done, we've won”, he says, glancing towards the sword one more time as they leave.

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The first few days show how much he needs to adjust. Link makes his usual remarks, but looks and laughs in the wrong direction, expecting to see someone there. Only to then realize that, no, there is no one. Of course, why would there be? Link’s alone. As he has always been… before.

Still, there are always a few too many bowls on the table, a few too many spoons and forks and knives. He buys too much bread for one person to eat, too many arrows for him to carry around alone. His eyes are always magically drawn to the purple of certain lilies, the deep red of especially sweet and ripe apples and the vibrant blue of sapphires along the market stalls. The constant green of his tunic in his peripheral doesn't help. Neither does the shadow that seems to swirl and dance at his feet as the sun goes down.

To top it all off, he realises how wrong the name “Link” feels on his tongue and in his ears. It leaves a bad aftertaste in his mouth and makes his fingertips itch.

He tries out different names to look and see if the hollow feeling in his chest goes away or lessens in any way. But normal Hylian names won't do the trick, so he tries ones from other cultures, from other regions.

One day, on his way to the library to get a book on names from other lands because this is driving him insane and he's desperate enough to just find something that will remotely work, an old lady stops him on his way. “Would you reach over and give me some of those apples, my dear?”

Ripped from his thoughts he turns around, looks at the old lady, then at the apples behind him that are too far away for the small woman to reach.

She smiles at him sweetly and adds: “Four of them, please.”

Link carefully puts them in her basket with a distracted nod.

When he was talking to her, the empty feeling in his chest had dissipated for just a moment.

He takes a few steps away from the small fruit stall, while quietly repeating what the lady had said. Excruciatingly slow, word by word. It could be anything the small lady’s said, but he wouldn't reject it.

His lips slowly form the word “four” and he immediately knows that this is it. He's found it. Four, Four holds back from voicing his joy too loudly. The name is quite odd, since it is but a number, but it somehow feels right and soothes the strange feeling in his chest enough to be bearable.

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Shortly after that, he notices the bitter taste of “me” and “I”. His mind, which had been occupied with the issue of his name before, can redirect its thought towards the next one. This time it's pronouns. It gives him that same tingling sensation he felt back then. Whenever he refers to himself as a singular, it leaves a growing ache in his chest that makes itself noticeable again each time he says “I”. So he switches over to the most logical one he can think of.

And to them, it feels just right.

Days go by and the news have spread of the hero who doesn't want to carry the legendary name of “Link”, who vehemently refuses the implications of being just one.

But nobody dare say a word against it, you hear? How can we deny them this simple request of expressing who they are when we're the ones who caused this. We just don't have the right to be this arrogant.

While everyone did say and think that, the reality of it looks much different. People keep calling them Link by accident, refer to them with singular pronouns and the conversations that sometimes follow afterwards are tiring. In some instances they make Four wish they were “normal”.

Fed up by the constant confusion surrounding them and their name, they sit down one evening and think. They think about how they could make this easier. How they could show everyone that they're not the Hero “Link” anymore.

They let their eyes wander through the room until they land on the green tunic that's hanging over their chair across the room. It is one monotone singular shade of green.

As they are looking at it, they can't help but feel annoyance towards it, before it makes way to confusion, then hesitation and lastly satisfaction. They frown. They think some more.

Four then gets up and walks over to the chest beneath the footboard of their bed. Pieces of clothing and tools like a small hammer, nails and a few broken arrows go flying through the room. With a smile on their face they finally pull out three more tunics in blue, purple and red. A big pair of fabric scissors follow shortly after. They open and close them a few times, listening to the satisfying clicks, and get to work.

Soon enough each tunic, including the green one that was hanging over the chair, is cut apart into four separate, equally big pieces that slot together nicely. Four lays it down flat on the ground, making sure the edges aline, before they pin it down carefully. Excitement and waves of approvement rush through their brain and they slowly start to stitch the fabric back together. Each stitch puts them more at ease, makes them feel more like themselves and when they're done, they proudly pick it up, smoothing down some of the rougher edges.

“This will do”, Four whispers, puts it on and goes in a small circle to see every inch of their new tunic, that describes them perfectly, in the mirror. Yes, this will certainly do.

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“Do you think that's him?”

“It must be. All the other boys around don't have the right characteristics.”

“You mean the golden hair? Twi and I don't have golden hair and there are actual a lot of boys here with that kind of hair colo-”

“Yes-, I mean, No! I'm talking about his face, you idiots.”

“Hm, yeah. I guess, he does have our faces.”

“I'm still the handsomest, though.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Everyone, just shut up. Wind, you go and talk to him.”

“Why me?!”

“Because you're the least threatening since you’re small and all.”

“But-! Ugh, fine.”

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“Hey there. Sorry to interrupt your… uhm, walking”, a boy with golden hair and a blue tunic approaches them with a waving hand. Four raises an eyebrow, but does stand still and wait for the boy to catch up. It's not unusual for them to be spoken to out of the blue.

“Are you Link?”, the boy continues, lowering his hand and wiping both of them on his tunic. Four ignores the uncomfortable feeling in their chest He's probably new around here, never seen him around. and nods with a pinched smile. “Yes, that's me.”

“I know this probably sounds crazy, but I'm Link too! Everyone calls me Wind, though, since it would be confusing because, you see, in that bush behind me, there are seven others whose names are also Link, we're incantations of each other, you know, an-”

Wind’s rambling is suddenly interrupted when a hand comes up from behind him and stops his river of words.

“How could we forget that Wind is really really bad at talking in high stress situations,” the boy groans. He’s wearing some kind of animal fur around his shoulders and there are strange markings on his face. He’s keeping a strong grip around Wind’s mouth who looks less than thrilled. “You can come out now, you guys. I don't think we can ‘ease’ him into the current situation anymore.

“We should have sent in Hyrule. He's way better with words. Also, look at his face and tell me you can say no to that.” The one in blue tunic and with a hooded cloak around his shoulders is squishing the face probably of the one called Hyrule.

“Whatever. We can't change how we've approached him and I don't think that discussing how we could've done it better in front of him is doing any good.”

“Legend’s right. We're achieving nothing with all of this blabbering going on.”

While the group of people in front of Four are discussing… something, they can do nothing but stare. At their faces and their clothes and the way they look like the same person, just slightly changed.

And it reminds them so much of Green, Blue, Red and Vio. The way they bicker and jab at each other. The aching feeling grows into something else. Tiredness and confusion make Four’s chest constrict in an all too familiar way, but it's different. The reason behind it is different. They're jealous. Jealous and hurt and stricken with grief that they have lost this and can't have it any more.

They are all so absorb in what they're doing, saying, thinking that nobody notices how the place around them warps and changes and takes all of them somewhere else.

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When they all, except Four who was still very much confused and didn’t know what to do, had noticed that they've changed dimensions again, they began to set up camp. They collected wood and pulled up small tent-like constructions, various maps were pulled out and spread across the ground.

After a quick round of introductions from the group’s side, they all go back to planning and checking on supplies or just leaning back and taking it easy.

“I am so sorry about this”, Hyrule says, sitting down next to Four who's staring into the flames of the campfire. They don't know what's going on, but after having gone through that kind of adventure back then where they were also thrown all over the place, they learned to just not question, but rather find out what to do. Even though they don't know what to do right now.

“Usually, we're fast enough with the explanations and all”, Hyrule continues. “But then, Wind kind of failed to do it and everyone started panicking a bit and now we're here.” An apologetic smile is sent Four’s way. “Since I can't really offer you a way home, I can at least give you an explanation, alright?”

Four still feels overwhelmed, but more so tired, so they just nod and listen to Hyrule, as he talks on and on about the Legend of the Hero and how he incarnates and passes on his name, his tunic and his piece of the triforce.

“A few months back, old man Time”, he gestures towards the one across the camp with the scar who looks the oldest out of the bunch, “was ripped from his universe and into Sky’s. He was incredibly confused. When he met the “Hero” of that dimension, they both barely had enough time to find out what was happening before they were thrust into the next world."

He pauses and looks down at his hands, then into the fire and then back to Four.

“Since then, they've been slowly collecting Links from all kinds of timelines and worlds. Time usually tries to give a short and precise explanation. That way the current Link won't be too overwhelmed when we change dimensions... Ah, but some time ago, in Wild’s Hyrule, the old man barely avoided getting stabbed. Wild wasn't too fond of the scar over his eye and the amor. To him, Time looked like an enemy. So then, we changed things up and sent me to explain instead since I look less threatening. We just met Wind a few dimensions over and thought it would be a good idea to send him, but you saw how that went.”

Four gives him a blank stare which makes Hyrule give a nervous laugh in response.

“Anyway, I can already see your head spinning. Let's just… lay back for a minute.” He lays down his hands on his lap and looks up towards the darker growing sky. First stars are starting to twinkle and sparkle faintly. The silence is the most comfortable one, but Four doesn't really know how to initiate a new topic or what to talk about for that matter. So they just let it be for now.

Four averts his gaze and awkwardly looks around. There's nothing they can really do, but wait for something to happen. They lean closer to the fire, hunching in a bit.

Different incarnations of them, huh?

“Hey, Link?” An unpleasant feeling crawls up their left arm. They turn their head back to Hyrule. A displeased expression on their face which the other doesn't see since he's facing forward. “This is kind of a strange question, but are you the hero of something? Like, Twi is the hero of Twilight which is why we call him that and Wild is the hero of the wild and so on, ya know. It's kind of confusing to call you Link because everyone will swivel their heads around out of habit.”

“Oh, uhm, of course. Just call me Four.” They would love to add on their preferred pronouns, but something is holding them back. It could be that everyone else goes by he/him and aren't they supposed to do that, too? Being another incantation and all.

All of this is giving them a headache and the Four Sword they can spot leaning on a tree across the clearing is making things even more complicated.

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The days pass in a blur and the matters weighs down on their mind, their body and their heart. It gnaws and eats away at them and just reminds them so much more of how different they are to all the other Link incarnations.

Not only that, but there's also this sharp, stinging feeling whenever they overhear someone talking about them. They also feel an uncomfortable tingle shoots up their back whenever they have to talk.

“Four, could you take over the first shift?”, Hyrule asks. He's the one, Four been primarily talking to. The others are nice and friendly, too, of course, but something about Hyrule’s familiar brown hair and his soft way of talking reassured them.

“Yeah, w- I can do that,” they catch themselves and swallow down the ‘we’. They're back to being singular. They have to remind themselves a few times a day, even after having gone through with it for at least a week.

It's fine. It's okay. They can do it.

They sit down at the fire, while everyone else hits the hay, and throw in a few more sticks for good measure. Their gaze wanders around before it falls on the Four Sword. So far, they didn't dare use it properly, scared that someone might see them. All of them.

But tonight, for the first time, they're truly alone. He's the only one keeping watch. Everyone's gone to sleep already. This is the perfect opportunity to maybe, just maybe, try…

They pick up their sword and slowly get up. For a few moment, they don't move a muscle and wait for a reaction from the sleeping group a bit away from them. When there is none, they tiptoe away from the camp until they can be seen no more. With shaky hands they raise their sword up to the sky.

Deep breaths. Concentration. On the feeling of the glimmer within the sword. Pull it out, let it engulf you. They can feel their body changing, moving, splitting into four.

They keep their eyes closed and hold onto the sword for dear life. They're scared. What if...

Right then and there, they could have all cried, seeing each other again. Red throws himself into the arms of Green and Blue who are standing the closest together. A few heartfelt hugs are exchanged, accompanied by the sobbing words of Red and the embarrassed ones of Blue. They sit down in a circle. None of them can wipe the grin off of their face.

As they are talking and laughing and bursting with relief and happiness, no one notices how all of the Four Swords give off a faint glow that were growing weaker by the second.

“But guys, it's really not okay for Four to deny themselves. Because if they are, they're hurting themselves and the body,” Red cries out, when Green explains why everyone has this weird feeling in their chest.

“It's probably because they used the Four Sword for so long,” Vio contemplates. He takes out his journal and his pen and draws a quick sketch of a person. “Usually, when a person uses the Four Sword, they've received a lot of training beforehand, so that they won't lose themselves. They have to precisely know who they are, what they want and how to center themselves, since they're literally getting ripped apart into pieces. Four didn't have that training, but used the Sword anyway.” He draws two crooked lines across the person's body, parting it into fourths.

“Not only is Four really young, compared to past wielders of the Four Sword, but we also got separated on our journey. Now their center isn't in the right place and the power starts to weaken and crack every time Four is unsure or denies themselves. They're unstable and so are we as a result. It's not unexpected that something is going to happen to us if we're like this for too lon-”

Vio’s words are cut off by a sudden tightness in his chest. He grips his tunic tight with his left hand and supports his body on the ground with his right. He's heaving and coughing for air that doesn't want to fill his lungs.

He looks around with hectic motions and sees that everyone else seems to be fighting with that very same tightness in their chest.

“Crap, it's happening, ugh, sooner than I e-expected,” Vio gasps out. His left hand is shaking so badly and is feeling kind of numb. He watches on in terrified fascination when he suddenly notices that his hand is turning gray. So is his shirt. The bangs in front of his eyes are losing their golden glow. “G-Green?!” He can barely feel his left arm now.

“I got it!”, Green suddenly yells and lunches for his sword on the ground. Both of his legs look like the color is slowly melting off of them. His trembling hands grab the sword before he thrust it upwards, face pinched with pain and exhaustion.

The others understand immediately. Each takes their sword in hand and weakly lifts them up into the sky. They can feel their body changing, merging, moving back into one.

Four falls down to their knees, gasping for air. Beads of sweat cover their forehead. The sword falls from their grasp.

“Dammit.”

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A/N: Dammit, indeed. I've just edited this crap on the desktop version on mobile because of that stupid 100 word block limit and it didn't frickin work. I'm so sorry but I'll have to split it.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #pt 1 #we are four #this whole thing is such a mess #addison writes #hero of the four sword #hero of hyrule #hero of legend

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mrslittletall · 6 years ago

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Title: Duel Gone Wrong (Chapter 24) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Artorias the Abysswalker, Lord's Blade Ciaran, Nameless King (The Sunfirstborn) Word Count: 1.161 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14026326/chapters/36816465 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/177204079769/title-duel-gone-wrong-chapter-23-fandom-dark

Summary: In which there is some planning.

(Author's note: We are nearly done, after this, there will be only one more chapter and an epilogue. Thanks for everyone sticking around with my story for so long.)

“Hey Ornstein, would you tell me what kind of cake you prefer?”

Ornstein stared at Artorias, knitting a brow in confusion. He had just gotten up and was on his way to Gwyndolin to get his hair done, so Artorias being awake before him and asking that question, felt strange.

“Uh, why do you want to know that?”

“Because it's your birthday in three days.”, Artorias answered with a nonchalant smile.

“Wait, another year has already passed?”

“Yes, the 8th day on the 8th month, you told me that.”

“Well, it was the day I was found, it could have been a few days earlier...”

“Whatever, would you already tell me what cake do you want for it?”

Ornstein had to consider this. “Artorias, you gave me so many cookies lately... I still have the ones you gave me because I went to pet the puppies with you. And I distributed the ones you gave me because you hugged me in front of the silver knights to them as well... I don't even know if I want cake, my desire for baked goods isn't very large at the moment... maybe something that is more soft and moist, can you do something like this? Like a fruit cake?”

“Oh surely, I have your wishes notices. You can look forward to it. I already look forward to making it.”, Artorias grinned. “I wait for you at the silver knight roll call, so that we can get you into your armour later.” With that, he waved and left Ornstein alone.

Ornstein continued to stroll down the floor to Gwyndolin's room, sighing.

“Did something bad happen to you? You look miserable.”

Ornstein looked up at the sound of Ciaran's voice and then quickly down again to actually spot her.

“Good morning, Ciaran. It is just... My birthday is in three days and Artorias is already on it.”

“Oh yes, I remember...”, Ciaran started to walk besides Ornstein. “I think last year he told the entirety of the cathedral about it.”

“I felt so...awkward.”, Ornstein blurted out. “Every single one here made sure to wish me a happy birthday individually. The silver knights were even singing for me. And even Lord Gwyn came to congratulate.” Ornstein shuddered at the thought of that day.

“And then he organized that huge party? And I just wanted to go to my room and hide in my bed. I remember that I drank a lot this day and got sick because of it...”

“Yeah, this day we learned that you are an absolute alcohol lightweight.”, Ciaran grinned. “I remember that you had a pretty big hangover the next day.”

“Sadly I still remember all the awkwardness that happened...” They had reached the door to Gwyndolin's room. “We will see us later, Ciaran.”, Ornstein said and knocked at the door. Ciaran didn't wait until Gwyndolin answered, waved and made her way right to Artorias.

She found him at the silver knight roll call point talking to Prince Gwynfor.

“Good morning, mylord.”, she said and bowed slightly before him. “Do you mind if I talk to Artorias for a minute?”

“Good morning, Ciaran. And please, go on.”, the prince made a motion with his hand.

“It is about Ornstein's birthday.”, she started.

“Funny, we were talking about this right now.”, Artorias said.

“Yes and that is the point. Ornstein told me how highly uncomfortable you made him last year. He would very much prefer to not have such a big party anymore and that you wouldn't go around and tell literally everyone about this.”, Ciaran explained.

“Huh, that explains why he got so drunk last year, he normally doesn't drink that much...”, Prince Gwynfor mumbled.

“So I would like for you that you actually ask Ornstein what he is comfortable with and not plan everything without his consent.”, she finished.

“Got it.”, Artorias said. “Actually, I was thinking about this anyway. I learned the last few days that he has trouble with too many people around.”

“Good.”, Ciaran said. “I gladly help with any preparations. Now what where you two talking about?”

“Oh, I was going to suggest what we can give Ornstein as gifts.”, Prince Gwynfor said. “Gwyndolin complained to me that he still has one of their tea services so I was thinking about getting him one of his own. And I saw a set shaped like dragons in the store and thought that it would be perfect.” Ciaran could have sworn that she could see the eyes of Prince Gwynfor sparkling.

“So I was thinking about, why don't we all give him gifts that have something to do with dragons?”

Artorias gasped: “I know, I am going to make him a cake out of dragon fruit. He wanted something with fruit anyway!” With that, Artorias dashed away. Ciaran and Prince Gwynfor watched him vanish behind a corner.

“He probably checks if he has the ingredients already...”, Ciaran said.

“Hm, I think I have seen something that could fit him. I will tell Gough about your idea. I guess you pass it on to your siblings?”

“Yeah, that was the plan.”, Prince Gwynfor said. “We will hopefully see us there, Ciaran.”

Prince Gwynfor left and waved to her. Ciaran stayed a while longer, until the man she desired arrived. “Ciaran, where is Artorias? He told me he would wait here.”, Ornstein said. “He has to help me put on my armour.”

“I think he is busy right now.”, Ciaran said. “How about I help you out? I have to stand on a chair, but I should manage.”

“You think so?”, Ornstein said, but allowed her to follow him to his room.

In there, she started: “So I was talking to Artorias about your birthday and that you would prefer it not to be such a gigantic party like last year.”

“Ciaran, thanks the lords that you managed to tell him that. He was gone so fast earlier, that I didn't had any chance to talk to him and was already fearing that history would repeat itself.”, Ornstein said.

“So, I wanted to know with who you would be comfortable spending the day with?”, she asked while sorting the armour pieces.

“I would be most comfortable with you guys, the master of course and Gwyndolin is fine too.”, Ornstein answered.

“Hm, a reasonable size. I think we can use the conference room for this.”, Ciaran said and started to help Ornstein into his armour, not without any struggles.

“Don't worry, I will take care that Artorias doesn't do anything stupid.”, she said after Ornstein's was put into his armour.

“Thanks Ciaran.”, he said. “Also, I am pretty impressed that you really managed this.”

“Don't underestimate me just because I am small.”, she grinned. (Author's note: So we kinda decided in the Discord chat that world's cat day is Ornstein's birthday and that is the 8th of August. I don't have any clue which kind of calendar Lordran uses, but let's just pretend they have a similar to our own.)

Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/177698681959/title-duel-gone-wrong-chapter-25-fandom-dark

#dark souls #fanfiction #dragon slayer ornstein #artorias the abysswalker #lord's blade ciaran #the sunfirstborn (master gwynfor)#nameless king #littlewritesstuff #we are continuing the poor fluff

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all-da-fandoms · 8 years ago

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okay so here it is

if you haven’t yet look at the discord part of the story. HERE

putting it under the cut because it’s long

Girlfriend: Also other news that is actually good. Mikey is okay with me being poly

Logan: That's good

Religious Mom (Will be refered to as Mrs.Kendra): Poly?

Girlfriend: And crap ive got to go. (Im legit hiding in my parents room while my mother is upstairs)

Mrs.Kendra: Joshua 24:15

Gf: Im pretty sure i memorized that verse in bible quizzing a few years ago.....

Mrs.Kendra: Good luck best wishes

Mrs.Kendra: A little reading for you

Nat: No it's not

Nat: It's her mom

Nat: Thanks for this Miss it gives new insight to what your beliefs are much more clearly

Mrs.Kendra: Yes mans law will never undo God's law

Nat: Okay

Gf: So what kind of church do you go to?

Gf: My family goes to a Pentacostal apostolic church.

Mrs.Kendra: And gives a bunch of pretors to pray on my child Predators

Mrs.Kendra: I go to the only true church

Nat: My parents go to a Catholic church

Gf: And that is??? Ma‘am i have to say you very vague. My family believes that the whole bible is true. Holiness, worship, prayer, the whole package.

Mrs.Kendra: Okay I am not give more to use against my daughter

Mrs.Kendra: I believe the whole bible is true

Mrs.Kendra: But a sin is a sin

Nat: What did we do?

Mrs.Kendra: Swearing taking the Lords name in vain

Mrs.Kendra: Talking about being gay or transgender

Nat: Taking about it is a sin?

Nat: I was not aware of this

Mrs.Kendra: Talking about master bating (That has never ever been brought up in our chat)

Mrs.Kendra: (Proceeds to use google hangouts stickers saying LOL and BRB)

Gf: You know.... you are supposed to love those who walk in darkness. For showing the love of Christ could show them the love that many are searching fr in homosexuality and itcould turn them to the truth

Mrs.Kendra: Talking about being poly

Nat: Who talked about masturbating?

Mrs.Kendra: Yes but I am not supposed to support the sin

Mrs.Kendra: And let them drag my daughter down

Nat: No one is dragging your daughter down

Mrs.Kendra: I know

Gf: I hope you are aware that being poly just means you have feelings for more that one person being poly has nothing to do with sexual sin.

Mrs.Kendra: Yes in the Bible it says you should not look anyone else beside your spouse

Mrs.Kendra: If you do it is adulterous

Nat: What if all adults consent?

Mrs. Kendra: No

Gf: What about when you date someone? Is not alright to love them?

Gf: Nat shush.

Mrs.Kendra:You should not be having sexual feelings till you are married

Gf: Are we not all human? And i never said anything about having sexual feelings, i meant romantic feelings.

Gf: I know that only Jesus was above sin.

Mrs.Kendra: I am not going to argue with you. And Jesus is not above sin he was perfect

Mrs.Kendra: My Heavenly Father also a perfect person

Gf: Was? isnt he still alive? I mean easter is just around the corner

Mrs.Kendra: Yes he is

Gf: Ohhh so you believe in the trinity.

Mrs.Kendra: I do not believe.

Mrs.Kendra: I know that I have a loving Heavenly Father

Mrs.Kendra: And a Brother who loved me so much he died for my sin and yours

Mrs.Kendra: That does not give us a free pass to sin

Mrs.Kendra: We should try to be like him

Mrs.Kendra: It is through him we can be forgiven

Gf: What about the holy ghosts?

Mrs.Kendra: I have the Holy Ghost with me always, and I won't have my daughter losing that gift because of others choices

Mrs.Kendra: That's why I am cutting all interactions with this group

Gf: Others choices?

Mrs.Kendra: Tell her sins are no longer sins

Gf:And why do you think that we are bad influences? I mean all of us here are Christians excepting Natalie who is Catholic.

(this actually isn't true I'm egnostic but we're ignoring that.)

Mrs.Kendra: May you pray and turn to your father in Heaven and not pray on those who have faith. My faith is stronger than what you tell her

Mrs.Kendra: Catholic is Christian

Mrs.Kendra: I am not catholic

Mrs.Kendra: But you tell her gay and transgender is okay

Gf: We dont tell her anything.

Mrs.Kendra: I believe in love the person not the sin

Gf: We simply except who everyone is.

Mrs.Kendra: Talk about masterbating

Gf: I still dont what you are talking about for that one.

Mrs.Kendra: These things we don't do in my home

(This is where I come in, now remember I get protective when my friends and partners are involved)

Me: Oh hey mam

Mrs.Kendra: I have transgender friends but we do not make that the topic of every conversation. He knows my stand on it. I love him do I support him doing it I will tell him

Me: Good to see you again

Gf: What does your daughter think? There is a verse "fathers do not provoke your children to wrath."

Mrs.Kendra: I don't. Also honor thy mother and thy father

Mrs.Kendra: That's before killing

Gf: We don't do that either.

Mrs.Kendra: Honor mothers and fathers I can tell

Mrs.Kendra:I love my parents actually and respect them to the uttermost

Mrs.Kendra: I except everyone but telling me what I believe is wrong isn't right . So who is wrong

Gf: We actually pray together at least once a day.

Gf: No one is telling what you believe is wrong

Nat: No one said what you believe is wrong

Mrs.Kendra: Lying I have been through weeks of chat on here

Gf: And what did you gather from going through your daughter's private things?

Mrs.Kendra: Kendra does not need lies reinforced. A sin is a sin has been and always will be. I see everybody taking the Lords name in vain

Mrs.Kendra: I gather that when she was 10 her teacher was gunned down by his own son because he was on drugs and he killed his dad brother and mother

Me: Privacy hun

Me: Yeah? Well what makes you think she'll do the same?

Mrs.Kendra: None because I will not have her ruin her life

Mrs.Kendra: No because that family looked perfect

Gf: What do you mean? A teacher's son?

Gf: No family is perfect ma'am

Mrs.Kendra: I KNOW I don't want her to run into the wrong crowd

Me: You have no faith in your daughter

Gf: All we try to do for Kendra is make her feel safe and happy.

Mrs.Kendra: I have no faith in people

Me: And yet you put all your faith in an omnicent being

Mrs.Kendra: That's right

Me: Thats

Gf: Chris....

Me: Disgusting

Me: What?

Me: No faith

Me: In people dani

Me: No

Me: I just

Mrs.Kendra: Making my point

Me: Okay

Me: I'm calm

Me: Dani

Me: Your turn

Dani: We arent tearing into anyones religion

Mrs.Kendra: Does this girl pray with you

Dani: Kendra? If she ever wanted to i would be happy to pray with her

Me: Same here

Dani: And i do pray for all my friends

Nat: It's never come up but I wouldn't deny it

Dani: Almost daily

Mrs.Kendra: Christina what about you who do you pray to?

Me: Christina? Who's that?

Mrs.Kendra: You

Me: That's not my name

Me: I'm Christopher

Mrs.Kendra: 😂

Me: What are you laughing at?

Me: I'm telling the truth

Mrs.Kendra: You have already showed yourself

Me(Trying to avoid screaming at this woman): Dani?

Dani: ? What is that supposed to mean?

Me: Input?

Mrs Kendra: You showed me a picture to prove you were 15

Dani: Are you talking about how feminine Chris looks? Becuase thats kinda insulting

Mrs.Kendra(Who acts like they don't know I'm trans): He is a girl

Dani: I know a few guys with hair longer than mine

Mrs Kendra: So he is a she

Mrs Kendra: No he doesn't look like a girl

Mrs Kendra: He is a she

Mrs Kendra: He has breast

(At this point I was gone, picking out an urn for my dead dog, knowing this was handled by Dani, I did look once in a while though)

Dani: He isnt. He is a he.

Dani: Just like i am a she.

Dani: And you are a she

Mrs Kendra: You are right I am a she

Nat: From the pictures I saw, you can't even see below the neck

Dani: Ive seen men that have chub that look like breast.

Mrs Kendra: What does it say on your birth certificate

Dani: Im pretty sure a 15 year old shouldn't have their own birth certificate

Dani: I know i dont have mine.

Mrs Kendra: They give you one when you are born

Mrs Kendra: But you know what it says

Nat: Mine is kept safe in a locked box

Dani: Yes but we don't actually keep in on us.

Dani: Mine to Nat.

Dani: Ive never actually even seen mine.

Mrs Kendra: My point

Dani: Is? Because honestly even if Chris was originally a girl, he sure isnt trying to convince Kendra to be transgender.

Mrs Kendra: But telling her it's okay to act on urges you have is not okay

Dani: What are you talking about? Urges?

Dani: So what do plan on doing?

Dani: Because if you cut off contact of people you'd have to keep her from going out. ever... She'll become depressed. Kill herself, then you'll have to life with the fact that your daughter is dead because you thought her salvation was more important than her life. Oh and i hope you know that while you think you're teaching her the 'way of salvation' you are actually jut emotionally and mentally abusing her into her your ideas, and beliefs

Mrs Kendra: You sound ignorant

(I come back)

Me: So do you

Me: Wow

Me: Shocker

Mrs Kendra: You are a child

Dani: No, i actually know how that feels. I did try to kill myself because i thought that my parents who abuse me mentally and physically and emotionally where the examples of God's love for me. I didnt want it,

Mrs Kendra: That's not why you tried to kill your self

Dani: Oh really? Do tell me why i was depressed and suicidal

Dani: Im dying to know.

Mrs Kendra: I am not getting into this with you

Dani: Why not?

(this is when Logan comes in, completely oblivious)

Logan: Hello, what have I missed?

Mrs Kendra: Because you are speaking of thing that are of the adversary

Me: Meet kendra's mom logan

Logan: Oh, hello!

Me: She doesn't like us darling

Logan: Oh, what a shame

Dani: Kendra's mother thinks that i tried to kill myself because of the devil. When actually its the almost weekly abuse from my family.

Mrs Kendra: Never said that

Me: You were implying it

Logan: Hm, sounds interesting

Mrs Kendra: I don't like you telling my child it's okay to give into every urge

Dani: You know ma'am you should know peoples stories before you assume things

Mrs Kendra: As should you

Dani: We don't, like drugs and drinks and smokes? Those are all things she shouldnt have.

Dani: As well as people that make her unhappy.

Mrs Kendra: My child's salvation is more important than swearing taking Lords name in vain

Logan: I dont tell her anything, if anything I try and stop her from doing stuff like that

Logan: I dont mean to be rude here, but have you ever thought that she doesn't like you forcing a religion on her?

Mrs Kendra: I don't

Nat: We never tell anyone to do anything they're not sure about

Dani: Kendra doesn't swear. If anything while shes on we all try to swear or take God‘s name in vain less.

Mrs Kendra: I have never made do anything in religion she doesn't want to

Mrs Kendra: She tells me she wants to

Dani: Thats exactly what your doing here though. Telling her she cant be friends with a couple of other teenagers because of her salvation

Me: But does she want this?

Mrs Kendra: Living in my house my rules

Logan: To make you feel better probably is why she says she wants to do stuff, and FYI Kendra actually tries to make us swear less

Mrs Kendra: So she can't talk to people she does not in(I don't get this one but whatever)

Mrs Kendra: You could be grown

Me: Wow

Me: This again?

Me: Are you a broken record?

Dani: Actually.... i thought she liked us. Also arent you not living in your own house?

Nat: Everyone here is either 16 or below

(She proceeded to send us this video)

Mrs Kendra: You say

Dani: What is that?

Logan: We've all video chatted so I'm sure she's certain I'm not that old

Mrs Kendra: Watch

Me: No.

Nat: What is it about

Dani: Tell me what is it 1st.

Dani: Because i trust Kendra but not you

Mrs Kendra: See left thinking

Mrs Kendra: So opened minded

Mrs Kendra: Until you might proven wrong

Me: We are more open minded then you

Logan: Wait hang on, how many people here have video chatted with me and can confirm I'm only (Logan's age)?

Mrs Kendra: No

Me: Me

Me: It's true

Mrs Kendra: That's right testify for each other

Logan: I'll gladly send a selfie to prove it, I'll send 20 if it'll make you feel better

Dani: Even though i cant video chat right now i will also send a selfie or like 5

Mrs Kendra: 20 pictures of (Logan's age) year old child

Mrs Kendra: No thanks

Logan: I take a lot of selfies

Mrs Kendra: Goodbye

Logan: Especially of my bowtie

Dani: Why? Cant handle that we are telling the turth that we are all teens?

Mrs Kendra: Yes lots of pictures of some child

Mrs Kendra: That's never happened

Mrs Kendra: Now goodbye

Logan: At least this child actually cares about kendra

Dani: I thought the reason you thought Chris was a girl was from the picture?

Dani: Yeah unlike you who seems to want her to end up in therapy.

Logan: Doesn't want her talking to the only people who she feels comfortable around

Nat: Oh and by the way. None of us would dare ever try to plan a meet up or anything of the sort.

Me: Yeah, I have way too bad paranoia

Logan: I'd probably back out cuz I'm to broke anyway

Dani: So Kendra's mother if you aren't just ignoring us by now. Are you going to ask your daughter what she thinks?

There, that’s it, tell me what you think, and did I handle it well?

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heartfeltheart · 5 years ago

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 17/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series. Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

Alphonse waved nervously to everyone in the Great Hall after being announced by the Headmaster. Ambassador of Xing, advisor and future brother-in-law of the Emperor of said country. Younger brother to the Alchemy teacher and temporary surveyor of their school. Oh, he could sense his brother giggling behind his hand while whispering to his friend about him. "Thank you for having me here."

Oh Truth…Alphonse swore the majority of the student population are swooning now. Thank Truth Mei is back home… away… for everyone's safety...

-.-

Mei's head snapped towards a seemingly random direction, growling under her breath and breaking a glass that she was holding. She swore she felt a great disturbance and felt the need to maim something or someone. Xiao-Mei looked up at the bun haired girl curiously, wondering what was going through in her head now.

-.-

"How are you, Severus?" Edward poked Severus with his shoulder after he took a long sip of his butterbeer.

Severus let out a low groan into his hot tea. "I've been attempting to ward off every headache due to your shenanigans. How in bloody hell did you manage to survive it all is beyond me."

"I have dealt with far worse. Far worse…" Edward trailed off, his eyes glazed over as certain memories came back into the forefront. Shaking his head to ward off those memories, he went back to eating his dinner. "Anyway, I was hoping we were able to do other things but meetings got in my way."

"Do not apologize. It was needed to be done." Severus waved off Edward's apologies. "In the end, what you wanted to get done is done."

"True… Still terrified though…"

"On?"

"Susan Bones. General Major is taking her on as an apprentice. The woman want's me to take Susan on as my student to teach her how to counteract Alchemy."

"You could teach that? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"It is. I would still be teaching her Alchemy. It is just Susan must implement her training and studies, understand their weaknesses to her advantage. I would probably have to tweak things just a bit for her though… Major General hates alchemy."

"Then…why?"

"Remember, counteracting Alchemy. Know every weakness of your enemy. Alchemy is the enemy."

"…Oh, bloody hell. You are going to teach your own enemy."

"Yep! How exciting!"

"Oh Truth…" Alphonse could only shake his head at his brother's optimistic attitude of teaching someone that could have the potential to kill him out of a whim. Even if seeing Edward and Severus interacting each other for a certain amount of time, it still surprises him how "One of these day's you are truly going to get killed by one of your students one day."

"Let's face it… I will probably get killed by Winry before anything else could get a hold of me."

"True…" Alphonse shook his head before he continued one with his dinner.

"Hey, where's that dude?" Edward looked around the Main Table to see that the Muggle Professor was gone. In his place is a young woman, who is speaking to Pomona animatedly about whatever.

"Quirinus Quirrell? He is taking a year leave." Severus snorted, he looked over at the new Muggle Studies professor. He knows her. Charity Burbage. A former student of his. The 20-year-old had high marks in her O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. to become a Muggle Studies professor. She had decent marks in potions, but not enough to take on his advance classes. Still, decent enough to not be consider her a dunderhead.

"And the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?"

"The job is cursed, we had to get another one."

"…So, who's the new guy? Didn't you apply for the job? I know you wanted the job."

"I did. I was denied the position… again."

"…Hehehe…"

"Please tell me you didn't smuggle in Firewhiskey…"

-.-

"As you already know… this the main door to my room." Edward stood in front of the main entrance to his room. Hidden behind drapery just enough that someone had to know where to look to find it. The Transmutation Circle is still the same one as before but with a few changes here and here, still the same form of entrance. The theme this year, Earth and Air.

Alphonse walked forward and rearranged the array to open the entrance to his temporary and Edward's room. "Has anyone ever figured out how to get into your room on their own, yet?"

"No. Everyone has to use the other entrance whenever I leave it open." Edward responded, going into his room once the door opened. It was just like how it was before; the only difference is that there is another bed for him and an extra drawer. "Severus has been learning, but not enough to figure out how to get in through that entrance."

"Eh… let's see how long that will take?" Alphonse muttered, he sat on the bed that was set for him with an audible sigh. "This is tiring… I am not mentally prepared for this."

"I'm not prepared but you don't see me complaining…" Edward snorted, he looked around the room to see that Xerxes's cage is in place and suitcase on top of his desk. House elves. 'Have to remember to visit them soon…'

Plopping on the chair that was placed behind his desk with a frustrated sigh, Edward opened his suitcase and pulled out his rough draft. Opening the desk to pull out several pieces of paper along with pens.

Alphonse looked over at his brother to see him writing diligently. "What are you writing?"

"Exam. I have to write three separate exams. I spoke with Severus, Pomona, Filius and even Minerva about how several of their students wish to take alchemy. I have to weed out the idiots from the morons." Edward said loud enough for his brother to hear him. "Then I have to create two different test for my previous students to see where to place them if they wish to continue to learn and what class to place them."

"Oh…"

"There are a lot of things I have to put into this and ensure it is equal for everyone." Edward explained his reasoning. "I have already spoken to my previous students, all of them but one is continuing on taking this class."

"And the 'One'?"

"She was approached by a Quidditch team… She is already taking several N.E.W.T. classes and had to drop two classes to ensure her hair stays on her head. Her words, not mine."

"Ah…"

"You sound defeated?"

"…I'm worried…"

"On?"

"...Ling is planning something and I am worried I have to leave to fix everything."

"…I'm afraid to ask…"

"It has to do with him trying to avoid marrying over 50 wives…"

-.-

Ling laid in his bed, the only light source coming into his room is from the moon. Hair loose and splayed on his pillow. He kept his gaze at the other figure in his bed, who is sleeping peacefully and completely unaware of the world around them. A soft smile appeared on Ling's face as he gazed longingly. Reaching over to touch her face but quickly retracted his hand. If she were to wake up now in this position, there's a high chance she might accidently attack him.

With a soft sigh, Ling placed a quick kiss on the woman's bare scared shoulder before covering her with the extricate blankets. The Emperor slid out of the bed and grabbed his previous discarded pair of pants along with a hairband. There will be many things needed to be done to ensure she would feel perfectly safe in his arms without fear.

Now to do the paperwork for Ling's plans to work. Even if he does the paperwork, it will take a lot of bluffing and convincing to pull off his plan. Last thing he needs is 50 wives and the possibility of the Elders to override what he wanted to do.

-.-

"Ugh…" Edward is snoozing away on his breakfast, causing many curious or looks of disgust.

"…Is he okay?" Charity Burbage whispered to Severus, motioning over at a grumbling Alchemy Teacher.

Severus looked at the Muggle Studies Professor at the corner of his eye with disinterest. He took curt sip of his steaming hot cup of coffee. Should he ignore her? Or answer her question? Does he look that approachable for someone to ask him questions? Hm… that last question will need to be evaluated at a closer detail. "He spent the entire night writing entrance exams for his class?"

"Is that typical for muggles? Or just for Alchemy? How does that work?"

Severus internally groans at the never-ending questions. "Depending on courses, class and school. He does it to ensure an equal opportunity. It's a long devious process."

"Devious? Devious how? Equal opportunity? As in blood status or terms of upbringing? Or is that a separate issue? Hm… I must think that question through? Hey, where is the brother?"

"I saw him running away from several Seventh Years earlier." Edward replied tiredly, lifting his head from his breakfast. A slice of bacon clung onto his face and eggs sliding down his cheek. "He disappeared around the fifth floor. After that… is anyone's guess."

-.-

'Please don't find me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me…' Alphonse pleaded for a god that he did not believe in, knowing full well Truth will just have that group of Seventh Years find him for a laugh. He ended up on his hall and he swore this broom closet appeared out of nowhere, but he wasn't going to question it. It sufficed as a hiding place and here's hoping they don't find him anytime soon.

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