#i once saw someone say they were suprised he’s able to speak because he has a lizard face

[shuichi-iguchi-enjoyer]

he’s able to make his mouth smaller (unlike actual lizards, and also this is probably why he can talk in the first place) but what’s important is this means he can kiss

[translytherins]

Just my Type

Pairing: Karma Akabane x Slightly oblivious! Male reader

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Narrator's P.O.V

"Alright class sit down! I have a very exciting announcement to make!" Koro-sensei said after everyone stopped firing Anti-koro bullets at him.

"We have a new classmate joining us today! Come in new kid!" Koro-sensei said excitedly while everyone else started whispering about either how they're behaviour would be, how good they were at assassinating or why they got transferred into their class.

The door slid open, making everyone go quiet, and a male with [hair coloured] hair came in the room. He was walking towards Koro-sensei and he kept his head down, seemingly trying to avoid eye contact with everyone which was true. He stopped walking when he reached Koro-sensei he lifted his head up and turned to face the class with his hand in her pocket.

"Please introduce yourself to everyone!"

He didn't say anything, instead he lifted his head up, letting everyone see his [eye colour] eyes and looked around the classroom before speaking.

"[M/n]... My names [L/n] [M/n]... It's a pleasure to meet you... I hope we get along with each other..."

"Good! I'm Koro-sensei and I'll be you're homeroom teacher! I hope you can kill me before graduation! Please take you're seat at the back!"

The male, now known as [M/n], nodded his head before walking towards the back. While making his way towards his seat, he "tripped" making Koro-sensei rush to catch him but before he hit the ground he placed the palm of his hands on the ground and swung his right leg up, where he taped a Anti-koro knife onto the bottom of his shoe before he came to school, and managed to slash two of Koro-sensei's tentacles. Koro-sensei jumped back at that while [M/n] landed in a crouching position before standing back up. He started staring at Koro-sensei who was staring right back at him. They just stared at each other while the class were looking at the new transefer student with disbelief. The class looked at them back and forth before Koro-sensei spoke up with his tentacle regrowing.

"Impressive! You might actually kill me before graduation! Such a good strategy!"

"Thank you Koro-sensei... When you have an out of control speedster as a younger brother... You need to think ahead or else alot of things in the house will be destroyed..." [M/n] said before sitting down at his desk which happend to be placed right next to a bright red tomato head, also known as Karma Akabane.

Karma was staring at him with a wide smirk on his face.

'Attractive, smart and good at assassination... Just my type!'

Ohhhh... If [M/n] knew what he just signed up for... He wouldn't have pulled that stunt in the first place.

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[M/n]'s P.O.V

Everyone in class 3-E was nice. I just wished they get more credit from the school but then again... I don't want them to be mindless slave that only want good grades. One thing though, ever since i transferred Karma-kun has not stop bugging me. He's literally glued to my side. Wherever i go, he's always there with me. Now, i don't mind him doing that. I'm grateful because he wants to deal with my sorry arse. The only thing that bothers me is the fact that he keeps making flirty comments towards me but i didn't think to much of it and got used to it after a while.

"Hey Cutie-chan! Wait up!"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I just kept walking, knowing that he was fast and could catch up. Once he caught up with me, he put his arm around my shoulder.

"Looking cute as always Cutie-chan~" Karma said in a flirty tone with a grin on his face.

"Thanks Karma-kun" i said before looking at the ground, hoping that he wouldn't say anything else because me and Yuma, my speedster little brother, had an anime marathon yesterday and we stayed up until 2 in the morning.

I think he noticed how tired i was because he kept quite and started to run his fingers through my hair which was quite relaxing if i do say so myself. We continued walking to class in silence.

-Timeskip to Lunch-

I was eating lunch with my new group of friends which consists of Nagisa (who i, at first thought was a female in disguise), Karma (of course he's here) , Tomohito and Kaeda.

(Author: Did i get it right because i keep forgetting how many people are in Nagisa's friend group)

"Hey [M/n]-kun... I've been meaning to ask you something?" Nagisa said.

"Sure... What is it Nagisa-kun?"

"How come you're in class 3-E if you're smart?"

"Nagisa-kun's right! You're always not paying attention in class and you still get the awnsers right when either Koro-sensei, Karasuma-sensei or B*tch-sensei asks you to awnser a question" Tomohito said now looking at me, waiting for an answer

The other follow suite and were looking at me expectantly, Karma pretending not to care about what I was going to say. I chuckled slightly while internally cooing at them because they were acting like cute little puppies.

"I punched a few students and a teacher. The teacher was by accident though"

It took them a few minutes for them to comprehend what they had just heard before they suddenly shouted excluding Karma who was smirking at me.

"YOU DID WHAT!?!"

After they got over their shock, they started bombarding me with questions on why i did it.

"Because they were acting like b*tches by talking sh*t about you guys so i took the liberty to punch them across the face and the teacher startled me by putting their hand on my shoulder so i accidentally punched them thinking that they were trying to hurt me and the rest was history. Honestly, I'm glad i got transferred here because i don't think I'll be able to stand being there for another minute. Besides... I think i like it better here with you guys" i said with a smile on my face before i was tackled in a hug by Tomohito, Kaeda and Nagisa which suprised me alot considering he was normally very calm.

They were crying tears of joy making me panic, thinking i said something wrong. Unbeknownst to me, Karma was watching us with a fond smile on his face instead of his usual smirk.

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I was waiting for Karma outside of our class building because he said he wanted to tell me something. After a few minutes, i saw him walking up to me making my heart beat faster and i started sweat slightly for no apparent reason. He stopped right in front of me with one of his hand behind his back. I could tell he was nervous because he was shifting on his legs.

"You said wanted to talk to me about something Karma-kun?"

"Ye-yeah... Uhm..."

I looked at him slightly bewildered because in the weeks that i have known him, he was outgoing, confident and cocky. I was about to ask if he was alright before he pulled out a [favourite flower] flower crown from behind his back and handing it to me.

"Uhm... I made you this... I overhead when you were talking with Kaeda that you always wanted a [favourite flower] flower crown but never had a chance to make it and i thought it would be nice to give you one..."

I wanted to make a snarky comment but i decided against in and put the flower crown on my head while smiling.

(This is what you look like wearing it and can we just appreciate how adorable Midoriya looks with a flower crown!! Also art is not mine so credits to the original artist)

"Thanks Karma-kun... I love it..."

"I also have something else for you"

"What is i-"

I was caught off by a pair of lips connecting themselves onto mine, specifically Karma's lips. I tensed up slightly because i have no idea what to do because I've never kissed someone before! This is my first time kissing someone. I heard Karma chuckle slightly before pulling back.

"For someone attractive you clearly have no experience before... But don't worry! I will show you how relationships works if you agree to be my boyfriend" Karma said with his signature smirk back on his face.

I was in a daze slightly making me miss the fact that Karma's smirk faltered a bit.

"Is that a yes or no" ha said making me snap out of my daze.

I didn't trust my voice so i frantically nodded my head before hugging Karma and burying my face in his chest to hide my blush making him chuckle before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my hair because i was slightly shorter than him. We stayed there in silence before we were interrupted by a squeal from nearby. We looked at where the squeal came from and saw Nagisa, Tomohito, Kaeda and Koro-sensei watching us from the bushes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?!"

They started running for it while Karma chased them making me laugh.

'I didn't even realise it until now that I like Karma-kun. I must be more oblivious than I thought' i thought while smiling fondly at the thought that someone like Karma would ever want someone like me but I'm glad he did because he's just my type.

~The End~

[skzfairies]

stamp of approval

time: november 2019

pairing: yuqi x yuri + wooyoung

summary: wooyoung walks in on somthing he maybe shouldnt have, but he ended up handing yuri a stamp of approval at the end.

attack on titan was playing on the ateez’s dorm’s tv silently in the background, and both yuri and yuqi seated on the couch together peacefully. they were both alone at dorms, besides wooyoung, but he was in his room, unbothered at yuqi’s presence.

yuqi didn’t understand attack on titan at all, but she loved hearing yuri’s reactions to scenes and loved hearing her talking about her favorite characters for hours on end. she found it so incredibly cute, and was amazed how hard yuri thought about the show itself.

yuqi was confused on the current scene, although yuri gave her best to explain the first two seasons to her (it just confused yuqi more), there was still cerain scenes that needed more background information than a ten minute recap.

when yuqi turned her head, she felt a weight on her shoulder that she didn’t notice before, and she heard an oddly sound of quietness next to her too.

yuri was fast asleep on her shoulder, and her arms were clinging onto yuqi’s arm. yuqi quietly giggled and paused the show, knowing yuri would be annoyed if she missed the episode, and softly stroked yuri’s head with her free hand.

she heard a door open behind her, and turned to find one of the sleeping girls members entering the living room, halting when he saw yuqi in the living room.

“oh sorry, i didn’t know you were still here.” wooyoung said, bowing to yuqi, not having a conversation with her without yuri, and those were just introductions. he felt very awkward, even inside his own house.

“oh it’s okay, i’m about to leave, yuri just fell asleep.” yuqi softly smiled, trying to softly position yuri so she wouldn’t wake her.

“she would want to wake her before you leave, or else she would sulk for months.” wooyoung slightly joked, causing both of them to laugh. they both knew that sulking yuri was very hard to cheer up, and she will not stop complaining for weeks.

wooyoung went his way to the kitchen, wanting to still be able to listen to their conversation, but not stare them down at the same time. he wanted to be nosy. not that he thought they were up to something, but wooyoung had his suspicions that they were much more than “just friends”. this was the perfect time to secretly see if his guesses were correct.

after wooyoung left for the kitchen, yuqi debated for awhile on what would be the easiest way to wake yuri up, she eventually decided that gently speaking to her would be the best option.

“yuri, i’m gonna head home. angel, wake up please, i want a hug.” yuqi cutely pouted and whined, while softly rocking yuri in her arms, causing the girl to whine softly, to yuqi’s great suprise, and rub her eyes.

“please don’t go.” yuri pouted and looked up at yuqi, giving her the biggest puppy eyes yuqi has ever seen.

yuqi swore she would have done anything for yuri in that moment, and she could literally feel her heart melting. she was shocked as well, since she rarely saw yuri act cute, she despised too.

“i’m sorry, i don’t want either of us to get in trouble.” yuqi said, gently stroking yuri’s hair when she huffed, and laughed at the dramatic girl.

“at least give me a kiss before you leave.”

yuqi stared at yuri dumbfounded for awhile, did she really just saw that? looking at yuri forming her lips into a kissy face and softly smiling at yuqi, giggling, confrimed that she did in fact say that.

“your member is in the kitchen i think....i don’t think that’s a good idea yu.” yuqi responded in shock, praying to god that her member did not hear yuri. but that was probably very unlikely, since yuri basically shouted. this girl really has no fear....

“i don’t care, yuqi, please.” yuri pouted, honestly not caring that if any of her members walked in at that given moment. she missed yuqi, and she wanted to take advantage of all the time she spent with her, even if she had to face embarssing conversations after wards.

yuqi sighed, knowing that wooyoung wouldn’t walk in the room after he heard yuri, and slowly left a soft kiss onto yuri’s pouting lips.

although it wasn’t long, and it was just a simple peck, it made both girls feel like they were on cloud nine. they both felt the butterflies that they felt the very first time they kissed, and it seemed like that feeling would never go away. they wanted to stay in these moments forever, but they couldn’t. they had responsibilities, and as much as they wished they could run away together and never leave each other, they had to step back into reality.

yuqi softly pulled away, and gave a tight hug to the girl, muttering a quick bye.

“be safe, text me when you get home. and don’t forget your coat!” yuri spoke, much more hyper after getting what she wanted, causing for yuqi to slightly shake her head as yuri ran to the coat rack. somehow, yuqi always seemed to be giving into yuri’s wants, she really is whipped for her and proud.

“come here, let me put it on you!” yuri giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and yuqi grinned and walked towards the girl and let her out the coat on her. yuqi hummed when yuri softly brushed her hands through her hair, brushing it to the side so it wouldn’t get messy.

yuri leaned in for another kiss again, slightly bending down, and opening the door for yuqi.

“now get going, i don’t want you to get scolded.” yuri giggled, seeing now that the roles were reversed, and yuqi gave a salute and left the dorm.

wooyoung, who was in the kitchen the whole time, was slightly smiling to himself. he saw how happy yuqi made yuri, and he was so happy yuri found happiness in someone who was a healthy person to be around. and he was also smiling, perhaps this was the biggest reason, because he was in fact right.

he was ready to embarss the living crap out of yuri now, softly giggling now that he had leverage.

he entered the living room again once he heard the door shut, and was met with a furiously blushing yuri against the front door, causing wooyoung to burst out laughing.

“looks like someone has a crush” wooyoung managed to say through his laughter, causing yuri to jump up and let out a not so silent scream, sending wooyoung to laugh even harder.

“how much did you hear? why were you eas dropping? you freaking perv!” yuri yelled, although she was laughing herself. she just now set in the realization that she was that bold with yuqi, when anyone could hear them.

“i heard enough to understand what’s going on.” wooyoung snickered, winking at the girl as he made his way to the couch, yuri hot on his ankles.

“what do you mean “enough to understand” wooyoung? i don’t understand what you are hinting at so far, yuqi and i are just friends.” yuri huffed, standing infront of wooyoung on the couch, crossing her arms. wooyoung smiled and shook his head, not believing her the slightest bit.

“yeah sureeee yuri, “just friends” beg each other to kiss them. yup, bestest of friends.” wooyoung chuckled.

“you and san kiss each other all the time, how is this any different?” yuqi huffed, trying her best to get out of this, although she knew there was no possible way. it was clear, yuqi and yuri clearly liked each other.

“yeah but not on the lips silly! but i give her my blessing, she have my stamp of approval.” wooyoung said, and then eating his snack he made himself. yuri was standing there in shock, not knowing how to respond.

“close your mouth, it smells.” wooyoung teased, giggling at yuri’s shocked expression.

“shut up, i smell better than you. also, don’t. tell anyone. about this.” yuri said, pointing wooyoungs arm with every word.

“aye aye captain.”

“also, you aren’t my dad. we don’t need your stamp of approval.” yuri commented, winking at wooyoung and heading to her room. she heard wooyoung laughing as she shut her door, smiling and sitting on hongjoong’s bed.

[pretty girl yuqi] i’m home angel, thanks for inviting me over!

[cutie yuri] anytime, but next time, we are going to your house.

yuri sighed and layed back, feeling butterflies in her stomach. she felt so relaxed, and so happy. she felt like she could dance on the clouds, and she never ever wanted to get rid of this feeling. she wanted to feel this way the rest of her life, with yuqi.

a/n: i wrote posts for yuqi meeting members (here) and yuri + yuqi’s 1st kiss too! (here) check them out hehe <3

[startreckobsessed]

Let you go

Hi! Can i make a request? 🥺 For AOS Leonard Mccoy? With a lil bit of TOS Old Spock. Should probably set on Into Darkness, Bones and reader broke up between the event of the first and second film, so bones was a bit unbothered to flirt with Dr.Marcus (he’s trying to make reader jealous). Old spock talk them out of their misery by telling them that they’re story was quiet unique because in his timeline they didn’t even met, so they should cherish it. (Or whatever, as long as spock intervenes). They talk, and made up. And oh, fluff. Emotional tear jerking fluff. Thank you thank you!!

I have this idea (this was supposed to be a different request, but hey! ), that reader used to date and was in love with this hotshot before she met Leonard. Said ex died in action as a honored captain. Reader was devistated. Again this was supposed a different request, but you can make it as a back story. Can i make this my second request? Hehe 🥺😅

@lykxzandlove Thank you for requesting darling, and thanks for your patience, this one really faught me haha. If you recognise some of the dialogue it's from thirteen reasons why.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST. I may or may not have cried while writing this.

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You stood in rank dressed in your grey uniform, cap framing your line of vision, shoulder to shoulder between checkov and Sulu as you gazed up at the podium where captain pike was speaking.

"Exceptional courage, is what drives us....

And our crew, is what fuels us..."

Your crew had just finished the first two year leg of your mission. A long two years...

"Let's take a moment to pay tribute to past captain's whom have made the ultimate sacrifice..." the images roll, and a firmiliar face flashed before your eyes and you suck in a breath, squeazing your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay.

You breath out carefully out of your nose, trying desperately to keep the sudden onslaught of emotions contained.

People told you time would numb it, but even give years later, the pain was still fresh and raw each and every time you heard his name, or saw his picture pop up in your records.

You gritted your teeth, struggling to ground yourself in this moment, focusing on your feet on the ground.

You blinked harshly, lifting your face and focusing your attention on captain Pike.

You don't fail to notice the doctors face turned toward you, no doubt brows mashed together over concerned eyes. The urge to meet his eyes and sink into their depths is nearly overpowers your will, but you hold strong, chin high.

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You had never meant to fall for Leonard. You were deep in it before you even realised what was happening. You were complacent with where you were, some people go their entire lives without knowing true love, you got yours. You didn't feel the need for a new one. But there he came, blazing and true like a comment blasting across the black abyss your crew so faithfully piloted. It happened so naturally, slipping through your defences so you never noticed it.

Until it was too late, and both of you had been wounded in the process.

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"Sweetheart?" Leonard called from behind you. You cursed silently, slowly turning to face him, trying to keep the guilt off your face as you turned to face him. "You should probably stop calling me that.." You said softly. He frowned, and not the way you liked when he was being sardonic or adorably frustrated with the captain, this one was real.

"Sorry." He said "habit. Are you alright? You left the ceremony yesterday so quickly..." you shake your head, looking away from him. "Fine, I'm fine." You said, swiftly turning and walking away from him. He frowned, looking after you, not noticing his hand was slightly extended, reaching out for you.

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Later that day, you made your way down to the mess hall, spotting the old Ambasseter Spock, sitting alone by a window. You go through and get your food before approaching the table, greeted by a warm smile.

"Hello ambassator, " you awenered with your own. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all Y/N. Your company has always always been welcome." You sit down across from him. "Do tell me, how is the good doctor doing." Your fork freezes near your mouth before you set it down. "Oh, I don't know." He frowns deeply.

"I can't imagine why not." He says. "We-" your voice cracks. You clear your throat. "Were not together anymore." Suprise flits crosses his face.

"Well, now that can't be right." He says. You grimace, "I know, nothing feels right anymore, it's like reality has been tilted on its hinges, but..."

"If you don't mind me prying..." He prompts. "Go ahead, you can ask."

"What caused the separation?"

"me." You say thickly. Unexpectedly he reaches across the table and pats your hand in a grandfatherly gesture.

"And by my estimation, you do not seem satisfied with the conclusion, correct?" You hesitate before nodding. "Then mabey its time to rethink that course of action?" Your eyes widen before you look down at the table, shame radiating off of you. "I can't do that, I've already hurt him too bad, I still hurt him." You grimace, thinking of the encounter in the hallway. "I don't know how to stop hurting him." You say, more to yourself than to him.

"Then perhapse it's time to discover what is hurting you." He says. You look away into the porthole, into the black inky abyss that you sometimes wished would swallow you up.

"You know, you two are a remarkable pair." You look at him quissicly. "What makes you say that?" "In every universe I've traveled there are differences, the events in a person's life, and how they react to them, shape who they become. In every universe a different set of events happen in both of your lives, and yet every single time, one of the only constants I find are both of you coming together, no matter the space or the time nor the obstacles placed before you, the one constant is your souls coming together. And from what I can tell, it hurts your souls to be apart."

Question bubbles to your lips, but you silence it. "Ask your question, Y/N." You smile grimly. "You know me too well." "Well I've only had two lifetimes to know you."

"Where you come from... what are we like?" He smiles fondly, memories coming back to him. He sighs in a melancholy way.

"Your other self passed on just a few months ago, from a human ailement not yet curable, he blames himself for not being able to save you." Your eyes widened before blinking in shock. "Wow, thats... God how is he?" He frowns even more deeply. "Trying to go day by day, but losing someone one loves so deeply for so long... is not an easy thing to accommodate to." "Well whats.." many questions bubble to your lips at once before deciding on one. "I-Is he alone?" You ask, voice cracking. He shakes his head. "The good captain has come to earth to stay with hm, along with your daughter and grandchildren." "Joanna?" He smiles just slightly. "Well I couldn't give everything away could I?" You bark out a teary laugh and he chuckles. "But time, is so very precious my dear, you yourself told me that after your diagnosis." "Well, at least one of us has sense."

"But to thoroughly awenser your question, might I go over a timeline?" "Yes, I'd like that." You sigh, resting your head on your palm. "You met on this ship, like so many other times...."

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A few days later, you smooth down your hair as you look in the mirror. You were ready to come clean with Leonard about everything you've been keeping buried. Your heart thundered at the thought of unearthing the source of so much pain, but you were ready to start again with him, start fresh, open and raw, with no secrets.

You exited your quarters and went looking for him. Your fingers nervously tapped against your legs as you walked, looking for him, first going to the Med bay. Christine greeted you, her brows burrowing when you ask for him. "Oh hun, he's off planet on a mission." "Oh." You say "thank you Christine." You say before dashing off for the bridge, where you knew they'd be monitoring.

The tube doors opened up and you made your way to stand next to the captains chair, where Jim was watching. He greeted you silently with a nod, both of you listening to the audio feed coming in. You asked what they were doing, knowing he could probably hear you being so close to Jim. Jim quietly filled you in. "We found some ancient Clingon battle tech on this planet, were trying to salvage it."

"Well sweetheart, there something I can help you with?" His voice came through painfully clear, flirtatious and laying it on thick. Your heart seized and you swallowed against the lump suddenly stuck in your throat

Jim eyed you warily "Dr. McCoy may I remind you you are not there to flirt." He said in a stern voice, concerned for your feelings. Dr. Marcus' voice rang in. "We've got it, beam us up."

Once you saw him you forgot that you were surrounded by your crewmates, your hurt voice ringing out.

"You... You called her sweetheart." You said, betrayal filling you, eyes filling with tears.

Without another word you took off down the adjoining hallway, Leonard taking off after you. You sped until you were in an abandoned hallway two floors down with him still following.

Your face got hot, embarasment taking hold. You didn't want to cry over a tiny little word.

His eyes widened, regret filling them when he saw how hurt you were. "Baby- " he stopped himself. He only called you baby when he was really concerned.

"No, no I'm sorry. It's okay, Carols great, she's a great person." You forced out, turning to try and walk away. He grabbed your arm spinning you back around. "I don't want Carol. I want you. I'm sorry." You blinked. "So your not ready to move on?" He shakes his head vehidamently. "It was stupid. So stupid. I've never done anything like that in my life. I wanted to make you jealous." It felt like all the air was sucked from your lungs.

"You still want me? After evrything-" he shakes his head. "My god woman, were you listening? Yes! I love you." He breaths, gently squeezing your bicep. "But I- I hurt you! I broke up with you without giving you a reason-" "I know, sweetheart." He says Your heart stopped.

"You know?"

"I know as much as I can guess. But why don't you tell me?" You took a shuddering breath.

"So you know I was on a different ship before this one."

"Yes."

"When I went onto that ship from the academy, I came with the captain. He made it so we'd make it onto the same ship, because we were..."

"together?"

You nodded. "We loved each other. He was my captain, and I was by his side as head of security and defense tactics." He nodded, fingers pressed against his lips as he listened. "One day, we were attacked by an enemy bregade, and crash landed us on a deserted planet. In order to save me, he threw himself in front the lazer that would have incinerated me and two other crew members. They would have killed all of us, all it did was incinerate him.

After he was killed the crew, furious overpowered them, and we survived, but..." You trailed off, before looking back to him. "How did you know?"

He sighed, as if debating telling you something. "As part of protocol, a captain must... gain permission from Starfleet to enter into marriage with another crew mate. His request form was entered just a few days before his death, with your name attached." You stilled, before another wave of emotion crashed over you. A sob escaped you, and you leaned against the wall for support, a hand coming up to try to muffle your cries.

Leonard watched you with glassy eyes, your pain like a twisting knife in his chest. He waited for a moment before slowly inching forward to wrap his arms around you, testing the waters. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms tightly around him, his warmth sinking into your cold body. "I'm sorry." He whispers into your neck. "I'm so sorry." You shake your head, pressing your face into his neck. His scent calmed you, and eventually your breathing slowed as his hands rubbed your back. "I love you." You said, his hands paused, and he untangled himself to look at you, hope in his eyes. "Really?" "Yes, I'm sorry I made such a mess. Do you want to try this again?" You ask. He let out a breathless chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead. "Yes, God yes." You smile teary eyed, bittersweet joy filling you. You placed your hands on both sides of his face before giving him a slow melting kiss, thumbs stroking his face. "I just have to do something first." You say. His brows crease slightly, but he let's you go. "Okay.." He says uuncertainly

You smile. "I'll come and see you at dinner, okay?" "Yeah, I'll see you."

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You entered your quarters without turning on the light, blindly reaching for your padd. It glowed brightly in the darkness of your room, easily finding the picture of him you loved the most, him dashing in his captains uniform hat just a little bit crooked, every inch of him glowing from happiness. Hot thick tears leaked from your eyes as You gently placed your padd on the table in front of your window, his face materializing against the empty black abyss, somewhere where you knew his ashes were scattered, floating forever in the universe, amidst stardust and wonder.

"I love you." You whispered into the silence, looking at him. "Wherever you are, I hope you know that I love you. I hope you know that I'll never not love you... a good friend once told me, I can love you, and still let you go.... I know one day, thinking about you won't hurt so much, and the other feelings will fade, and I'll be only left with love. The way you loved me so fiercly and how i loved you. I'll never forget you i promise, how could I? Even when I'm dying I know you'll come back to me, when I'm old and tired. But there is this amazing man that I love that wants to love me, and I think I'm ready to be happy again. I know you'd want me to be." You looked back at his flickering image

"I hope we meet again. And So, Derek.... I love you, and I let you go. And I hope wherever you are, you feel peace, you feel safe...and I hope you know that I love you." You say, a feeling of weight being stripped off of you makes you feel lighter, and a strange peace settles over you, and somehow you know he hears you.

"I'll never forget you."

[the-writings-of-kaos]

Humans, the pets: An epilogue

Abduction log: Home never tasted so good

He was going home.

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A tall alien figure was atop a large podium, standing at a lectern as the other councillors moved to sit in their seats as the high councillor had done. Readying to make the announcement. The spotlights turned on as the crowd lights were dimmed. And the high councillor, began to speak.

“Peoples of the galactic alliance. It has come to my attention that a new sapient species has been found, and contacted. I will be displaying images of them now.”

On a giant screen above the councillors images of humans in cities going about their daily lives were viewed, pictures of humans around camp fires sharing stories as the fire burned brightly. And one last image, of humans participating in war games, the one so famously now known to the galaxy as chess. The images faded to black as the crowd slowly regained cognitive focus, the immensely adorable images fading out of their minds as the screen turned to black.

“As I’m sure you have noticed, they are by far the most adorable sapient species we have come across thus far. And while I’m sure many of you would like to find them and bring them to the council, I’d like to set something on the table to be if debate.”

The high councillor paused before setting a large text block to be displayed, carrying the information that needed to be shared.

“This species, when we first contacted them, was originally taken form their home planet and sold as a pet. While the owners were lucky enough that this one was complacent, he did however kill an entire platoon of reptilian pirates who were unlucky enough to attempt to raid the ship they had been on. With a zero enemy survivor count.”

Shocked gasped could be heard throughout the crowd, as aliens began to puzzle over how such a thing could be true. Finally someone from the crowd shouted out.

“Show us proof!”

The screen blinked onto security camera footage. Showing little being walking towards reptilian pirates with his arms outstretched for an embrace. The crowd was heard awwing and cooing as they saw the little being hug the reptilain. Before they went silent as the pirates head was spun clean off. and fell to the ground. The high councillor continued.

“We have returned this, human they called themselves, and inquired the officials of their race as to what army or mercenary group they were part of. We were then informed that this was not any trained military combatent, but instead a technician undergoing their third class education.”

More shock gasps and panicked murmurs erupted from the crowd, before being silenced with a wave from the high councillor as they continued.

“Yes yes, quite shocking. Now back to political matters.”

The high councillor clears their throat before continuing

“This race know as the humans, have colonized much of the galactic arm of their home planets location. They already have more planets then any known military force in the alliance, and it seems that they have been preparing for first contact ever since they began dreaming of reaching out to the stars.”

The crowd went into a crazed exsplosion of discussion, bigger then even the triglybornitites. They simply couldn’t be that big of a race. The crowd went silent again as the councillor began to exsplain.

“They have many great arts, stories, legends and myths. But something has caught my attention, something they call fictional art. It is where they create art works and writing pieces from mental illusions, and create wonderfully as they put it to borrow a human phrase, magical separate worlds within these art works to tell fake stories to entertain each other.”

The councillor paused to let the confusion calm down.

“With these works they created fake stories, of them reaching the galaxy and finding no one here. Because of this they have been blessed with joy of our appearance, they are ready to become alliance members at once. But here is the issue...”

The councillor took a moment before continuing, themselves needing a moment to subside their own unnerve.

“The humans are unspecialized, they do not have a purpose as soon as they are born. And they end up searching for that purpose multiple times throughout their lives. And this is what makes them such a threat. They are what we now know are called generalists, well at least biologically.”

The crowd was shouting in confusion and misunderstanding over how such a race could form. Without specialization how did they choose their jobs, their lives their purposes. All this was still erupting from the crowd as the councillor shouted over them.

“This is why the technician when the ship was attacked, was perfectly able to defend the ship and succeed in their victory. They are capable of improvised combat, they have over seven forms of combat arts, which they teach to eachother as young as adolescents. Because of this they are a major military threat, and they can adapt to almost any environment. They spread themselves across their planet from their equator to their icy poles and still seek out more places to spread to. They have cities on volcanic islands, entire metropolis’s in locations of recurring natural disaster.”

The crowd was panicking as the proof was displayed on the screen, images of places known as Hawaii, Florida, and the Cari-bee-an where the ocean waters regularly barade the shores.

“As a final note...”

The crowd went silent

“We have ammited them as a defender species, and we will have them fight with us!”

The crowd cheered, these juggernauts of the galaxy were here to protect us! This is the best thing to happen since Zarzac the fifth was defeat a hundred years ago.

———

“Hello humanity, this is captain Shammerock of the extra terrestrial species affairs commission. And it is with my most highest honour I’d like to announce we are no longer alone in the Milky Way!”

All across human space people were celebrating, the human home system Sol 3 with their three blue and green perals orbiting the sacred yellow dwarf as the celebration was wrought with triumph. Earth, Mars, and the newest edition Venus, freshly cleared of toxic atmosphere and colonized moons of rich resource.

A message popped up on the dash of the commison comms officer. And was sent all across the human communications and information platform. A message the galaxy was yet to know the mistake of making.

“Dearest human race. From the people’s galactic alliance.

It is with grateful heart that the alliance appoints the human race as a defender race. Along with free trade and access across all allied space, this includes the human race to fight with and for the alliance as a whole. And to aid those in the alliance should they ever need it. Welcome to the alliance, we are pleased to be having you. -people’s galactic alliance”

———

-Several weeks ago-

Abduction log: Sweet (but not real) sorrow

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Hequ’lutik: Kafr’litik!!! The kenal called and demanded we be there imeadiatly!!!

Hequ’lutik galavanted through their accommodations, looking for their bond partner. Finding them in the relaxation room, getting ready after having heard Hequ’lutik.

Kafr’litik: Quiet down, do you have any idea what it could possibly be about?

Hequ’lutik: Not a clue, the kenaler sounded panicked and demanded that we get there as soon as possible.

Hequ’lutik and Kafr’litik charged out of their accommodations, quickly running into the transportation pod to be taken to the nearest drop point to the kennel.

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There they were, the awful beasts who had locked him up in their ship for all of his recent memories. The same ones he could only assume were simply playing along with him, like he was a toy.

Smith spoke into the translator that the doctors had given him after the kenaler figured out he was sapient. It beeped quietly, as it translated the words roughly and spoke to the kenaler beside him.

———

The drop pod had arrived, and the wholly bison inside were frantically trying open the hatch. As little being beside Gorgash attempted to speak through the translator.

Gorgash: sorry could you say that again little being?

Little Being:When am I allowed to leave home? I do not wish to meet them again.

Little being gestured with their upper left appendage to the Whooly Bison running towards them, faces of worry strewn across their face.

Gorgash: Soon. The things in blue need to talk to them, and you together.

Gorgash pointed to the blue dressed new contact committee members, who were coming over aswell. Then all at once everyone arrived.

———

Hequ’lutik springed from the drop to the kenaler and littlebing standing in wait, Kafr’litik following close behind. When they got there, she noticed three Sig’abons wearing blue colour clothes had arrived aswell.

Hequ’lutik: Kenaler! Exsplain yourself! Why have you called us? Was little being hurt? And what are they doing here?

Hequ’lutik gestured a appendage to the first contact committee members, before rushing over to Little Being to look them over for any damage. Much to her suprise, the people in blue held her back. As Little Being, looking as cute as ever in their new protective wears, raised their upper appendages in a means of protecting themselves from her.

Kafr’litik: ok ok, what’s going on here? Why won’t you let us near our pet?!?

Leader member: Your ‘pet’ is a NR class organism.

Hequ’lutik: I don’t care how smart they are, Little Being is my pet. And you will give them to me or I will sue you and your kenal.

Gorgash: That means they are a newly discovered race! You fur for brains, bull dropping.

Kafr’litik: Whoe whoe. Newly discovered race? What do you mean?

Leader member: I mean they are a sentient organism, that was kidnapped and sold to you as a pet. And miss Hequ’lutik step away already, you know how dangerous they are. And we aren’t allowing you to harass them.

Hequ’lutik: Ha! Bull dropping!?! You must be off your atmosphere sir, because there is no way they are sentient. They can’t even articulate any excuse of writing or language!

Kafr’litik is stepping away, getting ready to turn around and dash back to the pod. A committee member grabs him before he leaves, and locks his hooves together before he can run off.

Hequ’lutik: What are you doing!?! We are innocent of any crimes you are accusing us of, unlock my partner this instant!

Leader member: I’m afraid we can’t mam, you and your partner are to be taken in for questioning as to how you didn’t realize that your ‘pet’ was sentient. And to direct us to the buyer you got them from, so we can locate their government before they launch out something to find them. Cmon move it.

Gorgash: Follow me Little Being, let’s hear what your slavers have to say.

Little being: Don’t call me small and cute, my name is Smith.

———

A message popped up on my dash, from a kenal in one of the core worlds. They found something and needed a first contact team imeadiatly. As well as an interrogator to figure out what was going through the heads of the owners.

Looks like they need me there too.

Authors note

Alright, I made some edits and I will be doing a second part to the epilogue. Hope you enjoy.

As always credits to my fellow authors, prompters, and commenters.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk X Reader : The City Of Fey Chapter 7

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Notes: ^ my gif. 

Summary:  As a fey queen you are by now used to it that fey come into your woods seeking refugee or a place to hide. Things get complicated however when your knights have not just brought a fey boy but also the Red Paladins’ fiercest warrior into your city.  

Chapter Summary:   The atmosphere in the castle is festive as a couple has joined in marriage. But things take an unexpected sour turn when you head back to your chambers that evening. Lancelot discovers not everyone in the city has good intentions towards their queen.

Chapters:   7/ ?

Word Count: 3098 (in this chapter)

Warnings: Reader is faced with unwanted sexual advances.

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Right before dark Lancelot had went to check on his horse Goliath. The loyal creature had been at his side all these years. It appeared that he was being well taken care off.

He was checking on Goliath when he heard footsteps approach. The scent reached his nose and he didn't have to turn around to know it was you.

You walked up to him and watched as he petted the horse "What's his name?" He turned his head a little in your direction "Goliath." "Has he been with you for long ?" You went to stand next to him and softly brushed your hand along the horse's neck.

Lancelot gave a nod "He's been with me for years." “Interesting..” you looked at him now.

He tried to keep his focus on Goliath as he felt that familiar nervous feeling rising inside of him again “Why is that ?”

"Most people I've known have many horses, yet you seem to be quite attached to this one. I admire that about you." You said and his eyes flickered to yours "Your loyalty to those who are important to you." He watched you in silence as you petted Goliath's neck. Then the horse nudged you with his nose. You let out a suprised giggle. "He likes you." His eyes were on you as he patted Goliath before turning to you. Your lips curved into a smile, your eyes moving from Goliath to him. His eyes were unreadable as he watched you. You felt as if he wasn't just talking about Goliath. "I like him too." You brushed a hand over Goliath's neck one more time before you stepped away.

“I should head back to the castle, I have to take care of some preparations.” you started to walk backwards.

“Preparations ?” Lancelot picked up on the mysterious tone.

You smirked at him “You'll see.”

He had never dared to dream it, but as the days passed he noticed how the other fey became less fearful of him. One had even greeted him on the way to the training field today. Often children would come up to him to ask him how to use their swords in a better way, as they had watched him teach Percival. Lancelot wasn't sure how Crillan would react to it but it appeared the knight appreciated his input. A mutual form of respect had formed between him and the knight along with a healthy dose of competition.

Crillan knew that Lancelot's fighting skills were impressive, and he knew for a fact that Lancelot could best Raphael if he'd want to.

A fact he had discreetly shared with you later that evening.

“I knew it !” you had exclaimed loudly.

Lucky for you there was music in the castle today, and the atmosphere was festive. A fey couple had joined in marriage today and it called for a celebration.

The room was filled with people who were drinking and dancing.

Young children ran between the tables as they played.

Lancelot stood to the side as he watched over the room, his eyes more then once looking for you in the crowd.

Until he couldn't spot you in the room anymore.

His eyes scanned around the place, you had been sitting next to Crillan just a moment ago.

But you had felt his eyes on you, and you couldn't stop thinking about those eyes.

How they had stared into yours when you had sparred together.

“Not a crowd person, eh ?” you appeared next to him suddenly.

It took him off-guard and his eyes snapped to you, silently impressed that you had managed to get so close to him without him noticing it.

“I don't think the crowd would feel very comfortable around me.” he confessed.

You nudged him with your shoulder “The children would disagree with that. And I have recieved no complaints since you helped me rescue the people in the woods.”

The news suprised him.

You started to whisper “Don't tell Raphael, but Crillan just confirmed my suspicion that you would be able to best Raphael.” you quirked a brow at him, trying to communicate that you found the fact impressive.

He chuckled at the information.

You narrowed your eyes at him “If you can best my two knights then it makes me wonder why you didn't disarm me when I held the dagger at your throat ?”

The smirk was wiped from his face right away.

“You bested me.” he tried.

“Hmm.” you hummed, not believing it.

He could have disarmed you, should have, but didn't.

You held out a tankard to him, he looked down at it curiously.

You held back a laugh “If you don't like the taste, just put it on a random table. Someone will surely drink it. Trust me.”

He cautiously took it from your hand trying not to spill it, he smelled it for a moment.

It smelled sweet but he could tell it contained some alcohol.  

Lancelot didn't care much for it, it made him less alert.

“Staying focused ? I get it.” you guessed his train of thoughts and he put the tankard down.

It was picked up only moments later by another fey who went to toast on the couple.

“See ?” you smiled at him.

He nods his head amused.

“I think I'll be retreating to my room. You ?” you say without thinking and immediately regret it when your brain catches up and realises the ambiguity in it.

He wasn't looking at you but you noticed his expression chance anyway.

“I meant to ask if you want to walk with me considering your room is just a hallway away from mine and you seem tired I-” you scrambled for words.

“I will.” he stops your desperate attempt “I'll walk with you.”

You breathed out in relief, but still felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Crillan will keep an eye on Percival. ” you told him as he walked with you.

The corner of his mouth turned up “With respect, I think we both know that that is an almost impossible task.”

He thought back to the night he had believed Percival was in his room only to be found sneaking around in the castle halls by you, the night he had heard you sing softly to the boy.

You laughed softly at his remark, knowing he was right

“I am glad I convinced you to stay then. Crillan feels very responsible for every young one here, he'd go mad if he would have to search the castle for the boy every night. Percival seems to listen to you.”

“Only because I tell him I won't teach him anymore if he doesn't.” Lancelot confessed with a light scoff.

You weren't really thinking when you spoke next “So the boy's reward for good behaviour is having your attention ? Sounds like a good deal to me.”

The ambiguity in your words were deliberate and he caught on to that.

You stopped at the corner of your hallway and the wheels in his head were turning as he stopped and faced you.

“I..suppose.” at this point he had no idea how to interpret your words.

He didn't know he had gotten under your skin. And gods, you had no idea how to even admit it to yourself. Let alone to him. Chances were high that he just doesn't think of you that way.

“I'm glad you're here. Not only for Percival. I find myself enjoying your company.” you confessed.

His eyes settled on yours and you see him try to find the words. "I share the sentiment." Lancelot admitted after a brief silence, his voice softer then you had expected from him. In fact he found himself craving for your company at times.

The people here were polite to him but he felt like you were one of the few who were truly accepting him.

Yet everytime you were close to him he felt anxious and it confused him why that was. You looked away and changed the topic.

"How are your wounds ? Dahlia works wonders but I've seen them, they must be painfull." Lancelot was still not used to others showing genuine concern for his well being. Partly because he still felt like he didn't deserve all this kindness. "They are much better. The burning sensation has stopped. It won't be long before they are healed now." He spoke from experience. He noticed how you looked concerned at the cut on his head that was almost healed. "Good. That's good !" A smile krept on your face. But he could see there was something you still wanted to say as you showed no intention to walk away just yet. He waited patiently for you to speak, searching for eye contact to encourage you. You looked at him apologetic "If I had know how bad your wounds were, I never would have allowed you to come with me to help those people." He couldn't believe his ears, were you feeling guilty ?? Now he understood why you were focused on the cut on his head. A red paladin had struck him there during that fight, causing the wound to open again. "I volunteered to come, y/n. I don't regret doing so and will do it again if the situation calls for it." He immediately wanted to get rid of the guilt you felt towards him. He couldn't stand the thought. You looked at him at the mention of your name, noting how his voice had been firm. "Not as long as you are not healed." You instantly countered. The tone of your voice left no room for doubt that you were serious about it. "Y/n..." Lancelot wished to explain that he was used to fighting when wounded.

It was how he was raised. "You will not fight unless you are healed first. You can train Percival but that's it. That is a command." You used your authoritative voice. One you rarely ever used even as a queen. He scoffed but not in a way to offend. He rather enjoyed seeing you like this. "I am not one of your knights or soldiers. I do not have to follow your command." Gods, he wished he would have kept quiet as he saw your eyes darken. You took a step closer to him "Sorry, what was that ?" For someone so kind you sure could be intimidating. You had heard him loud and clear, but this was not up for discussion. He looked at your darkened eyes, noting how close you were standing.

He couldn't avoid your eyes even if he tried to. "As you wish." He breathed out, feeling his defence crumbling under your unyielding glare. For a moment he held his breath until you stepped back. You felt the need to explain why this was a serious matter to you. "If you are healed and still wish to help, then we can talk. Perhaps you truly are our greatest fighter. But I will not endanger your life." Lancelot couldn't help but think back to all the times he had been send to fight by Father Carden while his wounds were still bleeding from the previous fight. He nodded in understanding and so did you. "Get some rest. I think Percival is expecting you at dawn ?" The corner of his mouth turned up "He is. But he is never pleased to see me. It takes some convincing for him to wake up." A laugh fell from your lips "He's still just a boy. Even if he acts grown. Young ones are..." You searched for the right word. "Unpredictable." Lancelot sighed, earning a laugh from you. Unpredictable was an understatement he thought.

He was alert at all times but it still was not enough. Percival sometimes escaped from his sight as if the boy had disappeared in thin air. A comfortabe silence fell between you. You took a step into the direction of your hallway "I will see you tomorrow ?" He tilted his head down, a gesture of respect. A gentle smile made it's way to your features before you turned to head down the hallway.

You walked to your room and you're suprised to see one of the new people that were rescued in the forest standing near the door. "Hello.." you approached him.

The man looked up at you and he pushed himself from the wall and approached you.

The smell of alcohol reached your nostrils.

“Your highness.” he bowed before you.

You took a small step back when he did so he wouldn't notice “Forgive me, I believe we haven't officially met. I don't know your name yet..”

He straightened his back and introduced himself “My name is Isich.”

“It is nice to meet you, Isich.” you replied politely.

You gestured at him kindly “Is there something you need ?”

He flashed you a smile, one that alerted you that he was not here to talk about a problem.

“I was waiting for you, my queen.” He took a step closer to you.

He was clearly drunk and came here with the intention to flirt with you.

“I see...” you tried to think of a way to handle this awkward situation.

You could handle him if he tried something but you had to remind yourself that a queen should not resort to violence if it can be avoided.

“It has been a long day, Isich. Can this wait until morning ?” you tried to remain casual.

Now he moved even closer, a sly grin on his face.

He went to place a hand on the wall behind you and leaned closer.

“Are you tired, my queen ?”

You greatly disliked how those last words came out of his mouth.

You moved to the side but he followed your move, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Let me pass.” your voice was firm and you looked him dead in the eye.

A low chuckle came from Isich “I know of a way to help you relax..”

The meaning behind his words were blatantly clear to you.

You moved under his arm, escaping from the corner he'd created.

“You're drunk, Isich! Leave before I lose my patience! ” you warned.

The message didn't get through to him as he tried to close the distance between you again.

He was only a few steps away before he was stopped in place by a hand on his chest.

Lancelot grabbed onto the man's shirt, forcing Isich to step back.

The fey looked at him in disgust before mocking him “What is it weeping brother ? Are your old habits catching up to you ?”

Lancelot glared daggers at him in return, his jaw clenched.

Gods, he wanted to punch the smirk from the man's face.

His boiling anger was threatening to spill over.

But he knew he was at a disadvantage, this bastard would love to spread the news about how he was 'going back to hurting fey'.

You could have easily interfered and told Lancelot to stop but you didn't, this moment was important.

“You're scum !” Lancelot seethed at him, his voice dangerously low.

He gave Isich a shove, away from him and away from you. Placing himself between you and the drunk.

The man grimaced, most likely disappointed that he wouldn't have leverage on him now.

“Funny coming from you.” the man replied angrily.

“ENOUGH !” you finally snapped and it startled them both “Isich, LEAVE !”

It was loud enough for the guards around to hear and upon seeing them approach, Isich retreated.

“Keep an eye on him.” you commanded to the guards who escorted Isich out of the castle.

You looked at Lancelot who watched as Isich was lead away by the guards. The fury in his eyes remained until Isich was out of sight.

Then he closed his eyes as he composed himself. Rage still flowing through his veins. Seeing the man bother you was enough to set his blood to boil.

“Lancelot ?” you call out to him.

He opened his eyes again, hoping he appeared calmer then he truly was.

“Ignore him. He is drunk. I am certain he will regret it in the morning.” you looked at him knowingly.

“I hope he does.” A hint of hidden anger audible in his voice.

“As a queen, I cannot just resort to voilence. I am glad you didn't either.” you were impressed with how he had managed to control his anger towards Isich.

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he would have loved to teach the man some respect.

“Did this happen before ?” he couldn't shake the feeling that this has happened to you before. You reacted quite calmly to the whole situation.

You sighed before admitting that that was indeed the case “I am a queen with no significant other, Lancelot. People try to gain my affection all the time, they aren't all so..persistent however. You don't need to feel obligated to help me."

The last thing you wanted was for him to think he owed you something "I can handle things alone."

"I know." There was some frustration in his answer "It doesn't mean you should." His eyes searched for yours. As if they were pleading with you. And inside his mind he was, he needed you to know that you didn't have do go through these things alone. He knew you could have easily dealt with the man if it was necesarry. He'd seen you fight. But the man acting like that towards you made his blood boil. He had interfered before he knew what he was doing. You were at a loss for words, never expecting him to act so protective of you. The more time you spend with him the more you realised how much he actually cared about things. How much he kept burried beneath the hard exterior. His next question only added to that. "Are you alright ?" You nodded, not looking away from him "I am. Do not worry." Lancelot let out a breath, letting go of the remaining anger he had felt. You stepped towards your chamber's door and opened it. "Goodnight, Lancelot." His mouth curved into a timid smile "Goodnight, y/n." He watched as you closed the door. Even though you had told him not to worry about you, Lancelot did. He cared that people would treat you like this and he made a mental note to inform your knights to do what is necessarry to prevent this from happening again. Or he would.

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[vinylhazza]

Okay but like think about how cute it would be if you have a crush on Grayson and the whole group knew about it and Ricky is your wingman🥺🥺🥺🥺 I cantttt

oh absolutely he’s always trying to get you to admit it like

“just go on and tell him already i’m sure he feels the same way, i see the way he looks at you.”

and for a minute you’re all suprised because he looks at you? like looks at you looks at you? in the same way you look at him? no. no way grayson feels the same way you feel. which is maddening and makes you want to bang your head against the wall most of the time.

he’s just so charming. dashing really. he’s always smiling and it’s always so genuine, like he really appreciates your jokes or your observations or just your simple presence. it’s nice to be around someone to positive for a change. ethan is always trying to out you to his younger twin, winking when something suggestive comes up in conversation because he knows you’ve said things dirtier than satan could think up to ricky in texts.

ethan doesn’t like secrets so when ricky started hiding your text messages - ethan wasn’t having one bit of it - stealing his phone and almost falling over himself at the topic of discussion - you fantizing about “fucking the life” out of his brother. honestly it made him laugh more than anything, knowing already that you had feelings for him - maybe not those feelings. he was thinking more along the lines of sweet and innocent crush, but it’s clearly more than that.

it wasn’t just your fantasies you talk about with ricky either. it’s how maddening it is to be around him and not have him all to yourself. how bad you want to tell him that you don’t want to wake up and not have him there like he is on the days you stay the night and find yourself in his bed at some point - feigning that you’re scared of the dark. no. you’re scared of not being with him.

he makes you feel so safe and secure. you even caught him rubbing the spot right by your temple when he thought you were asleep, stroking back the fly away hairs that decided the stick up during your slumber. he’d been having trouble sleeping and when he saw you looking so peaceful...he just couldn’t help but take in the moment and tenderly caress you when he knew he wouldn’t be caught red handed. but you’d been awake.

you felt his pulse quicken through his wrist, his hand on your skin, touching you so soft...it seemed so innocent back then. just a caring touch of a bestfriend that loved showing affection. but was that all it was? was his quickened breathing all because of the storm that has been raging outside? or were his actions speaking words he couldn’t form aloud? your brain was on overload now that ricky had said he “looks” at you.

and when the time finally comes that you’re sick and tired of their relentless nagging? you’re building your own nerve up, because you WILL tell him even if he doesn’t feel the same. you have to give yourself a fair shot and not back down from the fear of rejection. you knew that even if he didn’t feel the same he’s not the type of guy to treat you any different. if he doesn’t want you as a lover, he’d always love you as a friend.

once you tell ricky of your plan to tell him one night out in the pool, maybe just go for it when you finally get the nerve, he’s screeching through the house “FINALLY I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING” and when you give him a pointed look he covers his mouth with a goofy grin ,whispering, “my best friends are going to date this is so cute.”

“not yet ricky,” you remind him softly, blushing from how happy he is for you and how freaking scared you were to do this.

ethan found out later in the day, making sure you picked out your “best” swimsuit and hyping you up until you physically wanted to die from all the attention. you had to tell him to shutup a few times just to have a moment of silence. you know he means well and just wants the people he loves to be happy so you don’t get too mad at him when he tells you to throw on a little mascara to make your eyes “pop”. waterproof of course. never thought you’d hear ethan dolan say that in your lifetime but life surprises you everyday.

it’s nerve-racking to be standing in the mirror in graysons bathroom, doing a once over on yourself to make sure that the swimsuit is fitting but not slutty, because well, you weren’t. but you still wanted to catch graysons attention, and the red bikini that leaves some to the imagination should do just fine. your would be ruined by the water anyhow so there wasn’t much point in putting effort into it.

Jesus you were fucking nervous. you could see him out back through the many windows of the house, splashing around in the pool, floating on his stomach for a moment, and hanging off the edge to get a drink of water when he got a bit too parched. he’s gulping down quite a bit right now actually, eyes closed, lips puckered while he drinks his ice cold water, kicking his legs in the water.

you can’t waste anymore time. by the time you get to the backdoor, ethan is laughing and ricky is trying to hold in his squeal by the looks of it - his hand hens tightly against his mouth, eyes crinkled at the sides, nose scrunched up. he just can’t contain his excitement that you’re doing something to bold when he knows normal you would never think of doing something this out of the box.

you slip out before they can throw anymore teasing compliments and well wishes at you, sliding the glass door closed behind you with a satisfying click.

it’s hot out here. and not just because of the sun blazing down on the greenery and cement of the twins backyard, but because he’s out here. he’s fucking hot. you’ve said it a thousand times but you have never found anyone as attractive as your own bestfriend and that should mean something because you’ve seen your fair share of attractive men. but none like him. chiseled but not too buff that he looks like he’s drowning in his own biceps, smile that takes over his own face when he’s truly happy, hair that’s usually flowing and floofy, now slicked back and wet, legs filled with tattoos that express what means the most to him, muscular thighs you’d like to...

focus.

you need to focus. you’ve been sitting there staring at him for long enough you’re surprised he hasn’t seen you and thrown relentless remarks about a staring problem at you. with love of course.

you can hear the annoying tapping of ethan on the glass, waving him off with one arm without actually having to look at his overly giddy face grinning at you. you take a few steps closer and with a large breath in and out, you’re walking over to grayson himself - who is now glancing up at you with a friendly smile and a little red to the apple of his cheeks.

“hey you.” Jesus hey you? what are you 12? fucking try again you moron.

“uh i mean hey.” much better.

he’s smiling. oh God it’s like the gates of heaven opened. why are his teeth so bright? and why is he smiling at you like you’re a nerd that decided to do something naughty for the first time? can he stop?

“hey,” is all he says, grinning but giving you a pass without a teasing remark. you appreciate it because you don’t know if you’ll be able to stand it if he teases you when you have so much to say to him right now.

“can i uh...join you?” you giggle at your own nerves, sitting down on the pavement beside the pool and dipping your feet in

“you know you can always come in the pool dork, get in.” without waiting for your response he’s splashing through the water to take your hips in his large hands, kneading at your skin before tugging at you, grinning when you let out a squeal from shock.

the water is cold considering the sun scorching down on the pavement and grass all around you, but inside the pool, the only thing seemingly warm is graysons hand still resting on your hip which dips into the strap of your swim bottoms, tugging you back to him with a childish giggle.

“that’s what you get for taking so damn long.”

jesus christ.

was this what it felt like? to accept that he’s the one you want and to be so close to having it? is this what it felt like to be this close to his...wow you’re so close to his lips...

“so listen,” you start, hand pushing lightly on his chest, the water sloshing around the both of you until his back is pressed to the wall of the pool and he’s sitting on a ledge in the corner, looking at you with...panick? curiosity? something else? he’s always so hard to read, “i uh i need to talk to you about something. just you and me.”

“mhmm,” grayson hums softly, a finger tracing a pattern on your thigh beneath the cool water, goosebumps making their appearence on your skin. if only ricky knew how fucking hard he was making this, always flirting but never really making a move, touching you like this but acting as if it meant nothing. you just hoped ricky was right - that this little - whatever it is between you - was real.

“i uh don’t really know what to say or how to say it,” you’re stumbling on your own words, tumbling out of your mouth so fast and jumbled together it almost sounds like jibberish. you’re nervous.

“you know how we’ve been friends for like a long time right? and i know you love our friendship and i really don’t want to ruin it for you. but i just can’t really keep it inside anymore but i love you so much and if you don’t feel the way i’m feeling i totally understand.” God you sound like a fifteen year old, not noticing that you’ve miraculously ending up straddling graysons lap, his bulge digging into...well...that’s new. oh my God that’s what it’s like?

he’s staring at you, really staring. with this smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth in a delicious way, like he knows exactly what you’re trying to say, but loving the fact that you’re a blabbering mess on his lap in his pool - probably presuming it’s been inevitable.

“mmm...and how exactly do you feel?” he’s humming slow and patient, sending a surge of heat straight down to your stomach, butterflies erupting at the low tone of his voice.

“uh well like okay so i um...sort of...okay i do...uh love you. and not in a friend way, more like i want this to not really be a friendship anymore. i want you to be more than....this...i just want more...” you’re voice is much more confident than you’d imagined it would be. knowing ricky is probably watching from some window somewhere in the house, laughing to himself and screaming that you’re sitting on graysons hardening dick right now.

he’s looking at you, not a word passing from his lips. you take in the rosy flesh of his cheeks, growing redder by the second, a bright smile aimed right at you, eyes searching to see if you’re lying.

that’s all you receive before he’s reaching a hand into your hair, making a fist and pulling you down to kiss you hard. a kiss that takes your breath away. better than you ever imagined it would be. he’s moving with purpose, massaging your lips with his and delving his tongue in your mouth when you let out a small gasp.

“i love you too,” he’s telling you between kisses. God it sounds so wonderful coming from his mouth. it only makes you kiss him harder. and harder. and harder, until your grinding to your core on his length in the water, the fabric of your swim bottoms rubbing in the most astronomically erotic way - causing a shiver to erupt from your toes and up in your shoulders. he’s so big.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you’re just curious to know how long and why he hasn’t said anything before.

“you act like you’re someone that’s easily attainable,” he’s mumbling against your lips, just stopping long enough to mutter out something before he’s back to kissing you so deep you wonder if he’ll ever stop.

“mmm to you i am,” you’re humming, grinding just a bit harder. honestly anyone could be watching, but neither of you seem to care.

“you never made it obvious enough to make a move, i just didn’t want to read the signs wrong and mess this - us - up,” he explains, pulling back with his chest heaving, out of breath.

“tell ricky that, he’s been begging me to tell you for months,” you chuckle, eyes rolling in annoyance just remembering his teasing and begging. little bastard wouldn’t shut up about it.

that stops him short.

“wait ricky knew?” his eyes are bulging.

“yeah and ethan.” you nod in affirmation, scratching your nails up and down the tanned skin of his shoulder blades.

“that little shit, i’ve been telling him the same thing,” he’s doubled over now, laughing to himself, his forehead leaning against your chest, only raising his head enough to latch his lips to the skin of your neck.

“i guess we owe it to him to tell him there’s a happy ending yeah?” you suggest, giggling at the cool droplets falling from his hair and onto your wrist.

“i suppose, the poor romantic would never forgive us if we didn’t,” he agrees, nodding and securing his arms around your body, walking across the pool to the stairs, climbing out without ever letting you down.

but by the time you get though the door and walk into the living room, graysons tugging you to his bedroom, wanting you to be his secret for just a bit longer. the world could wait a few hours. and so could ricky.

[archival-account-2]

non-stop. | daisuke kambe [drabble]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: daisuke kambe x cher

❛ 𑁍 scenario: in the dead of the night in 221b baker street, london; in their shared apartment for eight months, give or take

❛ 𑁍 warning: none; completely sfw; heavy, heavy fluff

❛ 𑁍 note: if you sensed any hamilton references, you could tell where i have been; this had been in my drafts for literally three days then episode four dropped-

cher is a host unto herself. as long as she can hold a case file, and a pen and paper, she's a damn threat.

to herself.

she works non-stop; writing day and night, studying day and night, going after the villains day and night with every opportunity she saw. however, even if she's not neck deep in her investigatory works, she'll pop by in charities and social events not (just) to boost her popularity, but also to boost her presence among the citizens of england or of britain, in general.

her strenuous work ethics was the one that brought her to her knees and humble herself to follow the doctor's orders: to rest regularly, to eat regularly, to relax more than usual, to work less than usual — basic simple self-care that she seldom does to her own self.

daisuke noticed that already.

and it's getting on his nerves. strangely.

he has been with haru kato for more than two years, and yet, he was only being nerved by a petite englishwoman who took up a lot after her own father.

he knew it ran in the blood — the frigid blood of a holmes kin that knew no boundaries in the profession of consultant detective.

it seemed so foreign to him still -  the duality of cherloque amelie soleil holmes. 

at one profile, she seemed to show the facade of a flirty and flighty adler - charming robin who knew how to spread her wings and fly in the skies filled with attractive parasites and pests of the british society. she just had a way with words that could be wither seductive, persuasive, and alluring. she also seemed to have an upper hand in every conversation where she's included. she leaves no stray comment and always made sure her words are pointed and sharp in any educated topic. a true mark as the daughter of a dominatrix. 

on the other profile... she's just as controlled, restrained, and unexpressive as a holmes. this kind of a cher conveyed the most inhumane face of all, most especially when a case keeps on pulling her to be involved. there's not time for rest, eating, or leisure. most of her time were always spent sitting on the chair, in front of her father's worn desk; flipping the pages of multiple case files; reviewing similar scenarios that and differentiating multiple changes that could have affected the current motion of the recent crime. she seeked no comfort nor encouragement but only immense silence and centered focus on the task at hand. a true symbol as the kin of a renowned criminologist. 

her duality - despite their fellowship for the past eight months - still fazed daisuke. but he never had the heart to voice it out. he's never the type to express himself in a way that could make people think he's an inferior to a certain woman's little world. 

a world that seemed to be non-stop.

it was in the middle of a dead night, but the two individuals in 221b baker street were still awake - the other one was diligently working in the living room/study, the other one was looking from the doorframe of the guest bedroom. neither one could sleep not could approach each other.

the former was untoucable; the latter was hesitating for once in his life. 

suddenly... there was a vibration in his pajama pocket. daisuke quickly shuffled his back and retrieved his phone, seeing it's a call from mourgane, cher's cousin and the current president of england's top most security association for criminologists. 

"good evening," daisuke greeted. "is there something the matter?"

"an associate passed by the apartment an hour ago, and when he passed by it again three minutes earlier, he informed me that the lights seemed not to go out. may i boldly assume that cher is still awake?"

"yes." daisuke couldn't tell a lie. it was the truth, after all. was there something he missed with the habit?

mourgane sighed on the other line. it was a heavy, distressed one as if she was asking if the toddler was being naughty and she was. mourgane said, "please tell her to go to bed right this instant. i could tell this had been going for a few days behind your back." 

daisuke remained quiet. now that the cousin gave him direct orders, it seemed he really needed to step up and bring it upon himself to put cher to bed.

"is it really my responsibility?" but, of course, he's not just gonna do that directly. after all, it's her own life, not his.

"your partner is your responsibility, mr kambe," mourgane retaliated coolly. "cher, no matter was trait she's possessing at the very moment, is at your disposal. whatever reason we may have, you have the ball in your court and cher, per our agreement for the sake of the japanese partnership and personal relationship gain, have no choice but to follow you." she exhaled as if she was proud of her declaration. "are we clear on that?"

"..."

"mr kambe."

"yes."

mourgane chuckled. she added, "you don't need to be afraid of cher. she may be flighty and feisty... easily aggravated... and snappy. but, at some point, she actually needed someone to remind her that she's not inhumane. i am relying on you." there was a distant knocking heard on the other line. "i have a late night visitor and i will leave my cousin in your capable hands."

daisuke nodded slowly. like before he said, "yes."

"a little note of warning," mourgane piped up. "do not give her narcotics. you will pay with your life if you do."

the line went dead. 

and daisuke could stilm hear the prominent flipping of pages. 

he cannot believe he was thrusted in this situation. but his actions seemed to have their own consequences and he needed suffer for them.

he padded out of the guest bedroom and went in the living room vicinity where cher was working diligently as ever. 

"cher," daisuke said in japanese. "go back to bed."

cher seemed to turn the other cheek, pretending not to hear him. her fingers... they were holding the pen as if her life depended on it. she kept on writing, scribbling, scrawling, jotting down whatever thoughts that raced down in her mind - mostly messy scenarios that were squelching inside her overworked brain.

she's writing non-stop. she's reading non-stop. she's working non-stop. 

"cherloque." daisuke tried again. "i said go back-"

"i heard what you said and i don't want to," cher suddenly snapped, blowing him off in the same language (with slight informality).

daisuke began to wonder how the hell jordan was able to put up with this act with almost every night of her life in 221b baker street. 

'but direct orders from miss holmes mourgane cannot be winged,' daisuke thought, reaffirming himself. 

daisuke, decidedly, took 10 paces forward and stood beside cher's chair. he clasped one hand on her shoulder and, once again, addressed her, saying (with his learned english accent), "love."

it was as if by magic cher suddenly stopped writing, her hand frozen suddenly into place, her body stiffening. 

daisuke leaned down to her body's height and whispered, "go back to bed. now."

cher didn't say anything. but she did shook her head slowly in response. 

'it's either i'm responsible for you or your cousin and my department will responsible for my execution,' daisuke thought, slightly irritated. 'i value my life.'

"you're coming to bed right now." 

daisuke looped one arm below her knees, the other supporting her back; carrying her in a bridal style. cher exclaimed, dropping her pen on the desk. cher was suprised she's suddenly lifted like that without any warning. her face suddenly blossomed a full shade of pink as her arms instinctively wounded themselves around daisuke's neck. her hair flounced up, but because she put it in a really, really, really loose ponytail, it suddenly let loose by itself and her hair brown hair cascaded down. 

"w-wait! daisuke!"

"no. direct orders from your cousin."

"she can't tell you what to do!"

"well, she reminded me you are at my disposal." daisuke looked at her directly with firmness in his gaze, as if scrutinizing her. "love."

cher hunched her shoulders as she crossed her arms, slightly pouting. a total childish move that opposed her holmes ethics. 

she suddenly turned kind of cute. 

"daisuke..."

was she actually whining? he couldn't be sure. 

"my room is in the other way."

her complaint was turned away, just like how she turned her other cheek earlier, because he entered in the guest bedroom where he was residing. without sharing another word, he plopped cher down in the middle of the bed and immediately tucked her in. he didn't give her any chance to speak her mind. 

the night continued on and in the wee morning... someone entered the apartment. 

"there." after tucking her in, daisuke followed suit, lying down next to her but not close enough for skin contact. "now sleep."

it was erebos. he turned to the direction of cher's bedroom. it was vacant. 

he took the other way and entered the japanese police's room.

and there he was - spooning the spent englishwoman in his arms. it was as if he was keeping her warm as possible or keeping her in her damn place, knowing how the night went. 

"i'll be out here," erebos whispered and exited, making himself feel at home in the living room. "goddamn it, haru, you're right. but we're dealing with idiots in denial, not with detectives in love."

[zeoumren]

The skeletons, the swamp and the song bird(undertale  drabble)

I am not gonna post this to Ao3 (probably) but I wanted to  write something about the boys™ ( y’know San’s Red and Skull because they spark joy) and I ended up making...a swamp monster Au? hey, you know what sure. I'm chill. 

So please enjoy this little drabble 

Sans is half blue spotted salamander 

Red is half Marine  iguana

And our boy skull is an unholy amalgam of  giant leeches  that makes him look  like he has tentacles. c: 

It had been another indescribably shitty day.

You were not a pessimist but the dark circles under your eyes had something to say about your lifestyle. 

It was shit, plain and simple. You had a hard time separating your real life from your work life and that lead to more stress, less sleep and a pissy boss telling you to get your act together before coming back to the venue.

A sigh left you as you sat hunched over on a stump in the forest clearing. 

This was your quiet place, you came here to sing and practice routines.

You were an entertainer and it was hard not to keep your mask on, you pretended all the time to be someone...something you were not it was hard when someone asked you about yourself because you didn't know who you were off the stage anymore.

So yeah, life was kinda shit right now so you threw yourself into what you normally did when you hiked up here, into the humid underbrush of a forest no one wanted to come to, legends of creatures eating full-grown men whole and actual real dangers surrounded this place, but you didn’t much care anymore.

After all, the ones who were more dangerous were outside the forest.

Taking off a ball cap and letting your hair tumble free you wipe your brow free of sweat and kick your legs as you sit.

Most of the forest was loud, full if chattering and nattering of birds and other creatures, but this space that just dropped off into a bog, was quiet.

You liked to come here in the wee hours of the morning and watch the fog roll off the algae-green water, it made for the perfect ambience to a forlorn song or a crooning that let all your own heartbreak loose.

But today, in the evening after being told your routine was shit and you were one slip up from being let go and replaced by someone new, who you had no grievance with, but it was the principal of the matter, you had worked so hard to get to sing and perform for crowds and now….you were having it dangled above your head.

You grit your teeth and for the first time since you ever came here you let out a cry of pure frustration and rage.

The quiet never broke, even through all your angered screaming, then looking between your knees as you sat and into the murky water you buried your head in your hands and wept.

You did not know what to do! It was all too much all at once.

Still, you came back to a familiar song, even with a tearful voice.

"Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird teach me how to sing."

You were able to get a few verses in before the sun began to Dip down below the horizon and you got up from your perch.

No point trying to navigate this quagmire in the gloom.

You took careful steps, keeping to the path you always did when something caught your attention. A pale bluish light hovering in the air, soon being joined by more close by of other colours…you spotted red as well, and a strange, almost grey-blue light. You hummed to yourself, reminded of the fact that this was a bog, and swamp gas igniting was a thing. Still, you stopped and stared, a smile playing at your lips.

"Wow, this is the most beautiful light show I have ever seen! And people say the Fen is haunted. More like hauntingly beautiful!"

You giggle to yourself and don't even notice the lights flare brighter at your statement.

You always loved the Gloom, you just never knew the gloom loved you back.

---

Well….you never thought it could get worse, but even after giving it your all you still ended up being fired. 

So you came to the bog to say your goodbyes. You probably would have to move back into your parent’s town.

"I'm gonna miss this place, not the shitty managers, or the fights...but I always thought the locals were silly to be afraid. This place is so magical and I'm really gonna miss it…" 

It was weird, saying goodbye to a place. But you somehow still ended up crying a little.

And for the first time ever in this clearing, you heard a sound.

A mournful wailing, deep like a foghorn that rattled into your very bones.

It looked like the Bog itself had seemed to shift, the top layer of Jenny green teeth giving way to the sound of mud slurping and water gushing.

You couldn't move, frozen to the spot as you watched in awed terror.

Writhing tentacles that moved like leeches and were just as black moved towards you, you figured this was it, you were dead. You sucked in a breath and screwed your eyes up tight.

You were startled as the wet appendages slowly ran over your cheek. Delicately.

You cracked open an eye and saw there in the water a skull, a giant gaping hole that looked painful gushing water as it rose, one of its eyes was devoid of light and the other…

Was a deep crimson, the colour of blood.

Yet it smiled softly, even with so many teeth.

The tentacles seemed to be coming from it and it made you cock your head to the side as it almost shyly drew closer, hauling more of its body out of the water.

Its torso was also skeletal, and it was gigantic, at least eight feet tall without including its lower half.

You thought of story's of swamp hags dragging people under and looked at this...it seemed to fit some sort of description...it definitely looked like a drowned corpse.

But as it hauled itself out of the water and you saw how it slid over to you in one fluid motion, how its bones melded into strange dark tentacles, how it's eye lit up when it reached a skeletal hand over to pat your hair.

This was surreal, strange in every sense of the word. Your voice caught in your throat as  two other skulls, smaller than the first bobbed in the water, one had white pinpricks of light for eyes like the stars in the sky, the other had sharper teeth and predatory red slits for eye lights.

They shared a look and dipped under the surface, leaving you with the behemoth.

It was so strange having something so giant hold your face and look you over, play with your hair.

You finally found your voice, it wobbled despite your best efforts.

"S-sorry to bother you...I didn't know anyone lived here. Don't worry I will go."

The touching and playing stopped and it said one word that made your stomach drop and your bones freeze.

"N o."

It was soft, but full of a strange emotion you could not understand and you felt your eyes widen in shock as millions of tentacles surrounded you, even if you were to scream it would come out muffled as the world was blotted out by the writhing darkness.

---

The moment you were spat out from the inky prison you were on a shore...a tiny island with a cave in the center.

You were surrounded by the bog and your heart sped up when you saw the water froth and churn.

Out of the murk popped the small skeletal creature...white eyes.

He watched you curiously before sliding up onto the island. His lower body made you actually smile, he looked like some sort of blue newt from the waist down. That was it. You had to have bumped your head and were slowly bleeding out. None of this was possible.

So, since this is probably a weird dream induced by bloodless, you may as well be nice. You smile and wave to the creature who looks shocked and  his skeletal face flushes a bright blue as little wisps of blue light curl around him.

He Pat's his face roughly and scampers off into the cave.

"Bye lil guy." 

The next thing you know you are being tackled and you are staring up at a grinning maw full of sharp teeth and slit red eyes.

"Um...are you going to eat me?"

If you are already dying you may as well just get that question out of the way. The newt skeleton seemed harmless...but this one…

It looked more like one of those lizards that catches fish, it had sharp claws on both its skeletal and reptilian appendages. This was a predator and it could rip you apart...yet you were suprised when it laughed and started ...purring?

It was a gravely sound that you felt in your bones, but it was strangely warm.

"Heh, cute but I'm not gonna even try songbird. Skull would kill me...oh speak of the devil. Goodluck sweetness.~"

He scrambled off of you, but not before licking your cheek with a forked red tongue.

He too wandered off to the cave...it struck you that these creatures could talk, which sent your mind reeling, even as you were picked up by curling black tentacles.

You crossed your arms and looked at the creature holding you.

Skull...right?

"So...are you going to eat me?"

Skull...looked horrified. His one eye light got impossibly small and he surged out of the water, reaching out to hold you...your clothing was no doubt ruined by now and everything felt so surreal. He scooped you up and you were shocked by how warm he was.

"No. Wont. Keep you safe."

You blinked softly.

Huh.

"Can I go home?"

You were squeezed a little tighter and you realized he was bringing you to the cave.

"Keep you safe."

You were placed up high on a rocky shelf that was covered with sweet smelling moss and animal skins. tentacles retreating after softly patting your head. You blinked in the low light.

It...was a little home? The cave had three rocky pools of water and some different shelves and outcroppings. You held in your grasp of wonder as all around you little jars filled with bioluminescent blue mushrooms blinked to life in the growing gloom. 

You may be dead...but you guessed there were worse places to be dead. You looked down and waved at the little newtiton and received a wink from the skelezard.

Skull was winding himself into a ball of tentacles inside the biggest pool while the other two were resting on old animal skins and warming up by a fire that crackled with the smell of roasting fish.

You sighed softly and laid down on the surprisingly soft moss.

You guessed this was fine for now.

It is not like you had anywhere to be and you were safe, unless you were already dead...plus you probably were in shock, nothing felt real right now.

Closing your eyes you heard three separate voices call out to say the same thing.

" Good night songbird" 

---

"How long do you think she will sleep for?"

Sans stifled a yawn as he had stayed up to chat with the others.

It was no fair, he had found you first, someone singing in the early morning just for him. He had hoped to lure you with the will-o-the-wisp's into the water at first but in the end he had let you go. You were just...your song was so sad.

Mournful.

He couldn't bring himself to hurt you, and you came back. A new song each day that felt like it was just for him.

Then Red had to show up and decide he liked your singing too.

And you came once or twice at night so, skull found out too. Skull was dangerous, sans thought for sure you were dead but the behemoth seemed smitten. He liked your happy songs filled with love, your sad songs filled with loss...you sounded like you had lived all these songs.

Then you came to the fen not with a song, but with tears, with frustration and heartbreak.

And yet you had still called their home beautiful...their lights that they put up to cheer you...you called them beautiful too.

And of course it was hard to hold skull back from wanting to take you then.

"I dunno squirt. But Hell. I know she deserves some sleep...she always looks so tired. But she still hikes out here everyday."

Red growled and looked up at your sleeping form.

Their songbird was suffering all this time and they never noticed until now.

It made his instincts flare up. He had to protect you...he had to, you were too fragile to keep out of sight for long.

If he did someone else might hurt you.

You were better off here.

He may be adverse to skulls method of getting you here, but now that you were…

"So, we all agree we are keeping her?"

Sans thought it over and nodded, he may not want to share, but he was stuck in this situation now.

"...I mean...I don't want her to leave, and she is so tiny and thin. We should probably take care of her."

"Protect little bird. Needs to eat more."

Skull was already in full nesting mode with you here. It was weird to see someone so...feral become a purring kitten in your presence.

They all stopped and stared all three skulls snapping up to the shelf when you cooed out a little yawn before rolling over in your sleep. 

"...too cute."

Skull was holding his face and twirling his tentacles into tight knots. He probably wanted to hold you.

"Stars, yeah we gotta keep her. I'll get her more furs for her nest tomorrow."

And now Red was gone too. His mind working on instinct to protect, provide and comfort.

Though sans was not much better. He was already trying to figure out where to catch more humans and extort them for favours so they would give him things for you.

Yes. They all looked at each other and nodded.

The songbird was theirs. The world would never harm them again.

[chocoholicannanymous]

(Take) These Broken Wings (Glee) 8/?

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, and you couldn’t pay me enough to take responsibility for it.

Post BIOTA: For someone who’d claimed to be his friend Blaine’s behavior sure left a lot to wish for. Hurt and angry Kurt begins to question his situation – and what he can do to change it.

POV: Kurt Hummel. Pairings: kurtofsky, blainchel. Slightly shady relationship-consent. Not Blaine friendly (no suprise at all).

So, not only do you get another chapter already (I know, what happened?) but it’s a long one. You’re welcome. Here’s hoping I can keep this up!

Previous: Part 7, Part 6, Part 5, Part 4, Part 3,  Part 2b, Part 2a, Part 1

8/?

“Mr Schue? Before we get started I have an announcement I'd like to share.”

While most of the New Directions grumbled Rachel ignored them and stood up. Kurt on his part was looking sharply at her, because something was off. Not only had Rachel not mentioned having a song, she hadn't left the seats to stand by the piano.

Yeah, something was up.

“Blaine and I have broken up. I listened to what you were saying, and I have been thinking hard about it, and the truth is that being in rival show choirs was just too big of a stressor on our relationship as was the fact that us being a couple made it so that you all couldn't trust me. It was a hard decision, but I couldn't do anything else. We're going to try and be friends still, of course, but that's all.

“Thank you for listening to me, and for showing me understanding in these trying times.”

With that she sat down, looking demure, and Kurt shook his head a little – a move he got away with only by sitting in the back row.

The only surprising thing here – besides Rachel not taking the opportunity to perform – was how long the breakup had taken. There had even been a betting pool, and “blainchel” (which really, it sounded like a venereal disease) had surpassed every single bet.

Even Santana, who Kurt felt should have been the most supportive in regards to bisexuality, had put them down at two weeks at the most.

He hadn't participated himself, for a number of reason, and in the end was probably the least surprised one.

Yes, Blaine and Rachel had been a very bad fit, but they'd also had a lot of reasons to stay together. Rachel hadn't exactly been subtle in her attempts to rub her new boyfriend in Finn's face, and Blaine... Well, Blaine had had something to prove hadn't he? After all Kurt, had basically called his attempt at dating Rachel a sham and Blaine had not liked that.

There was also Blaine's hints to Burt Hummel that his own dad had tried to make him straight.

Blaine definitely had something to gain from a continued relationship with a girl.

Oh, Rachel probably hadn't been the best choice for that, seeing as the two were not all that compatible. They were just too similar, equally eager for the spotlight, equally needy for attention.

Even if Blaine had decided he was attracted to girls- and Kurt still wasn't sure that was the case – Rachel would always be too occupied with her own need to be admired to give Blaine what he needed.

Case in point? It had taken one week for Rachel to announce a breakup after having being told off for Blaine being a risk for the New Directions. One. Week. She'd spent their entire relationship telling everyone who would stand still – and quite possibly a few that wouldn't – that her relationship with Blaine was all but written in the stars, as would their names be in the future. Together, of course, as they were just such a suited couple, both with the same dreams and ambitions and goals.

And yet as soon as Rachel thought said relationship was risking her solos Blaine was gone. In a fit of cruelty Kurt thought that they both had been looking more for a “biggest fan” than a partner.

Regardless, they were over now and Kurt hoped that it meant he wouldn't have to be subjected to Blaine again.

He cleared his mind of them both – such a waste of valuable seconds – and instead switched from pretending to listen to Mr Schue to actually doing so as the man described the latest development in their quest to not fuck up at Nationals. Oh, he didn't it call it that, but Kurt was fairly adept at translating Mr Scue-isms to reality by now.

Things are about to become interesting...

Kurt perked up and watched Rachel like a hawk. It would be very telling how she reacted to what Mr Schue was about to say – or at least, what Kurt believed the man was about to say based.

“So! To that end I've recruited some more members. Now, they won't be here until next week since I wanted to give you guys a heads up first, and I hope you'll welcome them.”

Eight Cheerios, two of them guys. Five Titans. Exactly the kind of people who never would have signed up on their own, and who most of the Glee kids would never want to sign up.

Everyone turned to stare at Rachel and when she stayed quiet – though, Kurt thought, not without a fight – they looked at him instead.

“What? Are you waiting for me to protest or what, faint in fear or something? We need the numbers, and it's not like we've done that great a job at recruiting on our own. I've worked with the Cheerios and while I can't speak for their singing each and everyone of them mean we can kick our choreography up another notch.

“As for the guys from the Titans... Well. I am going to trust that they're smart enough to not just follow directions – which they clearly managed during the halftime show – but also leave any ideas of bullying outside this room. After all, McKinley's supposed to be free from that now.”

“But, but, Karofsky's one of them!”

Which Kurt already knew. Dave had told him both about being approached and about considering it – It'll look good on college applications. Make me “well rounded” or some shit like that – and Kurt hadn't seen a problem with it. The opposite in fact. After all, Glee had helped turn Finn and Puck around (in varying degrees) and Kurt liked to think that it'd help do the same for more jocks.

“So? I'm sorry, Mercedes, but I am not seeing a problem here. Dave Karofsky has apologized to me. He has made promises to not just me, but to this school, and so far he's kept them. He has been part of my escort around school ever since I came back, and not once has he given me reason to fear him.

“If any of you want to have an issue with him, or any one of the others, joining us that's your right. Just don't expect to use me as a weapon in that fight. Because to be frank? Right now Dave Karofsky has done more to balance his scales than at least half the people in this room.”

And that shut them all down, just as Kurt had know it would.

Curiously, Rachel didn't say a word the entire time.

Another week and a half went by before the other shoe dropped.

It did so in the form of a phone call.

It wasn't a number from his contact list, but Kurt had thought it familiar so he answered anyway. He regretted it immediately.

“Kurt, hello.”

“Blaine.” Why? What did I do to deserve this?

“I was hoping we'd be able to meet up tomorrow, say at the coffee shop two blocks from Dalton? Would 2 o'clock suit you?”

Kurt had to struggle to make his voice work. Not only was Blaine calling him, but he wanted to meet? Was he asleep? Was this a nightmare brought on as punishment for having had a second slice of cheesecake after dinner? He pinched himself, and no, that hurt.

No such luck then.

“I'm sorry, but I have other plans tomorrow. Besides, I can't see what we would have to say to each other.” I definitely said everything I was willing to last time I saw you.

“Come on, Kurt. Don't be like that. Just come tomorrow.”

“Did you not hear me? I have other plans. I'd say sorry, but I'm actually not. Goodbye Blaine.”

When the doorbell rang shortly after 10 the next morning Kurt considered not opening. Somehow he wouldn't be surprised to find out that Blaine had called Rachel to complain about Kurt being mean, or unreasonable, and that she'd come to lecture him about kicking someone who was already down. The problem was that if it was Rachel then not opening would lead to either her ringing the bell again and again until Finn woke up and came to open or her being a bitch in school.

Neither was appealing, so he sighed and went to open.

Pro: It wasn't Rachel. Con: It was Blaine.

“Good morning Kurt.”

“What are you doing here? I told you I have plans.”

“Well, I knew you weren't being honest about that. Mercedes is at Rachel's, having some girl-time.”

Kurt waited for something more, anything, but nothing came.

“So what, you think I have no one to spend time except those two? Nice. I'm sure you'll be happy to find out that's not true. Also, there is such a thing that having plans on your own.”

“But if you're just doing something on your own then surely that can wait, and you can spend some time with me instead.”

“I suppose it could,” and Blaine's smile practically radiated superiority, “if I was doing something on my own, and if I wanted to spend time with you.”

The smile vanished.

“Kurt.”

It was just his name, but Kurt could hear so many things in it. “I'm disappointed in you.” “You're being ridiculous.” Too bad for Blaine that Kurt's done listening to those silent rebukes.

“I don't understand why you're pushing this. The last time I saw you at Dalton we hadn't spoken in weeks. Because you didn't want to.”

“You hurt me!”

“And I have apologized for that. Publicly even. After, I might add, trying to do so repeatedly. I didn't mean to hurt you, or make you feel like I was some kind of phobic, hateful person.

“You on the other hand meant for the other Warblers to shut me out, didn't you? So I guess we're even. I hurt you, you hurt me.”

“See? That means we can start over!”

“No, it doesn't. That's not something I want in my life, Blaine, that balance of payback. That's not healthy, and it doesn't end. After all, what happened was I said something stupid, which I said because I was hurt and angry, and that then made you hurt and angry, which made you act in a way that made me – again – hurt and angry.

“It's a vicious circle, and not one I want or need in my life.”

“Are you saying we can't be friends again? That we couldn't be...more?”

And wow, that came out of left field. It did explain a few things though, like why Blaine had gone so far as to go to Kurt's home though.

Huh.

Blaine was asking him out? Not that long ago that would have made Kurt deliriously happy, and he would have said yes before Blaine even finished the sentence. Now however, now was...different.

When Blaine had fallen head over heels for Jeremiah he’d serenaded the older boy and talked about marriage – all based on a few coffee dates, that Jeremiah hadn’t even seemed to think of as dates.

When Blaine had dated Rachel he’d done so based on drunken kisses and duets. He’d showed up at McKinley at least twice a week, to take her out for lunch or coffee, and always took her to the movies and Breadstix during the weekends. He’d sung to her as well, both in the choir room and backed up by the Warblers out in the quad.

And Kurt? Kurt got an offer for coffee in Westerville after weeks of silence, which wasn't even presented as a possible date. Only a question if they couldn't be something more than friends – and that much only after Kurt pushed. And there hadn't been even a hint of an apology for Blaine's behavior.

“Really? That's where you're going now? You and Rachel broke up, what? A week and a half, two weeks ago? And now you want to date me?”

“Why? Why now, when you weren't the least bit interested before?”

Blaine opened his mouth, probably to protest, which, no. Not acceptable.

“Don't. Back at Dalton everyone knew I liked you. Hell, you knew I liked you – I told you. But you weren’t interested in me. And that’s okay, really. Not liking someone is your prerogative. Just as everything else you’ve done. Sure, you could have changed your mind, that happens, but why now? You didn’t see me as a potential boyfriend until I left Dalton and moved on.

“So I really have to ask why? Especially since you haven't apologized for a single thing you said and did before I left. In fact, you came here still pushing that I hurt you.

“To be brutally honest, it feels as if you’re trying to guilt me into dating you. I said some things that were hurtful and rude, but I did apologize. You don’t get to hold that over my head for the rest of my life, okay? That’s just not how things work.”

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to reign in his emotions.

“We both messed up. Sure, it’s not a competition, but that’s just the way it is.”

Wait...

The coffee shop Blaine had suggested was one Kurt had been curious to try, and he had hinted at going there several times. Blaine had never wanted to go there though, but now he'd suggested it. Maybe he'd done so to please Kurt, and a couple of months ago that would have made Kurt ecstatic. Now it just made him angry. Also very suspicious. Me thinks there's something rotten in the state of Lima...

“Wait. If you were angling for a date, why make me drive all the way to Westerville? We both live here, and I know you don't usually stay at Dalton during the weekends. So why not ask me to meet up at the Lima Bean? The cinema here is a lot better than you'd think, so why not suggest a movie? Or you could have really signaled that you intended it to be a date and made reservations for dinner at Breadstix. I know you are capable of that.

“You had so many options, and instead you want to go to a coffee shop you dissed repeatedly while we were still on speaking terms and insisted we go to the Lima Bean instead. Why?”

Quiet.

“Tell me, or leave.”

Blaine pouted a little at being questioned, but broke down quickly.

“It wouldn't be fair to Rachel to go on dates here. I just can't do that to her. You know what people are like, what they say to her. What do you think they'd say if her boyfriend went from dating her to seeing another guy?”

Kurt hated to admit it, but Blaine did have a point. He could imagine exactly what people would say much to well. Understanding that didn't mean accepting being given only crumbles though.

“So you're saying...what? That protecting Rachel from possible fallout is more important than making me feel valued? At what point would your breakup be far enough in the past for a date that doesn't mean leaving town? At what point would you stop treating me like your dirty secret?”

Kurt looked at the boy he'd thought was Prince Charming and felt empty. Even as he was asking Kurt out Blaine was putting Rachel's comfort and reputation over his. And apparently that meant he wasn’t going to openly date another boy in Lima. Or was that “openly date Kurt in Lima”? Whichever it was, it still hurt.

“You matter” his dad voice whispered in his head, yet Kurt couldn’t help but feel that he didn’t. Not to Blaine. Because if he did, then surely Blaine wouldn’t act ashamed of him?

All this, after having been strung along and rejected for over six months before finally saying enough.

The sad part, the horrible part? Blaine seemed certain it’d work. Not that Kurt didn’t see why – he had, after all, been absolutely pathetic when it came to begging for Blaine’s attention.

Kurt wasn’t sure what was most pathetic now though: the fact that a part of him still wanted to say yes, just to have a boyfriend, or that the only thing holding him back was the boy who’d bullied him, and who’d sent him running towards Blaine in the first place.

He could see himself accepting Blaine’s proposition, could see himself going out with the other boy, pitifully thankful for someone actually asking him out, and just ignoring all the reasons why he shouldn’t. Sure, he was sort of doing the same when it came to Dave, but there was a difference: Dave wasn’t angling to be his boyfriend. Also, with Dave he had an easy way out. There wouldn’t be one with Blaine – not for him.

He looked at Blaine and shook his head. This was pointless.

“Don't bother answering. I am not going to go out with you regardless. Thanks but no thanks, I guess.”

Blaine's blush increased and he started spluttering out a protest of some kind (at least that's what Kurt interpreted it as.)

“Look. I'd like you to leave now. I have, as I've said repeatedly, plans. I don't want to be late because of you.”

“Late? Are you actually meeting someone? Who?”

“Nice to know you think so low about my ability to find people to socialize with. Not that it's really any of your business, but after everything that had been happening I decided I wanted to try and meet more LGBT youth. I had no idea there were so many people I could connect with around here.”

It had been heady, finding all of these teenagers that could relate to what he had gone through growing up, and who were willing to accept him as he was. Not all of them were out, but that meant less to him these days. Besides, when the lion's part of communication and socializing happened online “out” became a completely different thing.

Of course, he wasn't actually meeting any of them now, but Blaine didn't need – or deserve – to know that he was meeting Dave.

“Really? That's great! I could go with you, it'd be great.”

Sigh. There apparently was no way getting through to Blaine that didn't include a verbal version of a 2 by 4.

“No. I have plans. You are not invited. And quite frankly, I can't imagine anyone of my new acquaintances appreciating someone else tagging along without warning. You see, I learned something really important from you. It was something I already knew, but didn't really get. So, I guess thank you for driving the lesson home.”

“And what lesson was that?” Blaine looked a little cautious, which indicated that yes, he actually had a functioning brain.

“You don't out people. Goodbye Blaine.”

And he closed the door, without slamming it – he was tempted, yes, but the way his luck was running he'd crack it or something.

Kurt waited 15 minutes before leaving, just in case Blaine was standing outside waiting to ambush him. Still, as he pulled out of the driveway he kept an eye out for Blaine's car. And there it was.

It was just so Blaine. He had been told, explicitly, that he wasn't welcome to join Kurt and whoever he was meeting – a person Kurt had hinted pretty heavily wasn't out. And Blaine had just decided none of that mattered because he wanted differently. Selfish bastard. He was going to deserve everything Kurt was planning on raining down on him.

Going to the garage was a detour, and not one Kurt really wanted to spend time on, but it was his best bet when it came to getting away.

It being a Saturday meant that Hummel Tires & Lube was running on a minimal staff, for planned jobs and emergencies only. That meant there was plenty of space for Kurt to pull into the fenced yard and park behind the garage. Next he walked through the building, waving at his dad, and peeked through the window. Yup, there he is. Blaine had parked so that he'd be able to see if Kurt left – or so he thought.

“What are you doing here, buddy? I thought you were meeting up with some of your internet friends?”

“Yeah, I am. Only it seems I picked up a stalker.”

Burt looked at him, sharp and worried.

“Mhm. Blaine – from Dalton, remember? – showed up at the house, and for some reason he thought I should agree to go out with him.”

“I thought you said he wasn't interested like that.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought too. After all, not only did I not even try to be subtle, but in the end I straight out told him. His response to that was – more or less – to start dating Rachel. I haven't really spoken to him since he called me a bully for not being supportive enough of that.

“He froze me out completely after that, even though I tried to apologize so many times, and that didn't change after I left.

“Only now he and Rachel broke up, and apparently Blaine thinks I'm still waiting around for him to notice me. I don't know why, because I'm not that much of a doormat, but he sure seems to think so.”

Burt gave him another sharp look.

“You sure about that? Because to me it looks like you were willing to put up with a lot – not just from him either – to get a boyfriend.”

Kurt blushed. He was well aware of his mistakes. Falling at Blaine's feet again was not going to be one of them though.

“Damned sure, dad. If Blaine hadn't insisted on dating Rachel first, then I probably would have agreed. But now? After being passed over not once, but twice? No thank you. Yes, I want a boyfriend. But I deserve someone who will look at me first, not as a backup once all other options have been explored.”

Because that was how Blaine made him feel. Like he was the living version of “two last people on earth”, and damnit if he didn't matter more than that.

“Okay. That's fair. I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself. Now, what about stalking?”

“Well, when I told him that not only did I not want to go out with him but I also had plans – which I had told him when he called yesterday – he tried to invite himself along. Then he followed me here. After I told him he wasn't invited to come along, and that I had no intention of outing the person I was meeting.”

Kurt watched his dad's face turn red, and felt a bit guilty. His dad's heart attack wasn't too far back, after all. But. Needs must.

“Want me to talk to him?”

“Would you? I would be so grateful. And if you'd let me go out through the back I'd be even more so.”

Because that was why he had gone there, in the hopes of using the locked back gate few people thought about. Blaine would most likely never guess to its existence, and even if he did Kurt would be able to leave while Burt Hummel gave “the prep school stalker” a piece of his mind.

As Kurt drove off he kept thinking about Blaine's actions over the past 24 hours. It made no sense. Blaine really had treated him like the last resort. The faithful dog that would come crawling back for petting even after being kicked. And that really wasn't Kurt. Except...

He'd thought Blaine and Rachel a bad match because they both wanted to be the center of attention, something neither of them would get from the other. Kurt however had always been so happy to admire Blaine that he'd constituted a fanclub all on his own. And that, right there, held what Kurt saw as the possible explanation as to why Blaine was now looking to date him instead of one of Dalton's mythological gay or bi boys.

Kurt would have – before the shunning – been happy to make Blaine the most important thing in his life. And as he'd been shown over and over again, most people would never have looked at Kurt when Blaine was there.

Thirty minutes later, stretched out on a picknick blanket with a deliciously heavy body pressed against him Kurt smiled into kisses because Dave? Dave would never look at Blaine if Kurt was around.

Monday mornings were always a downer – coming from freedom and peace to McKinley was never fun, not even with the lessened bullying. This Monday however was in the running for most annoying of the year. In one word: Rachel.

She was laying in wait for him at his locker and started her attack as soon as he was within hearing.

“Kurt? Blaine told me he asked you out, and you turned him down? Why would you do something like that? Surely he must have misunderstood you?”

Blaine again. Kurt was beginning to wish for a time machine so he could go back and tell himself to stay as far away from Blaine as possible at all times.

“I was asking myself that same question for a bit, but if he's saying I turned him down then apparently he did get the message.”

She frowned, obviously not pleased.

“Look, Kurt, I know you have all these ideas about love at first sight and all that, but honestly? You have to be realistic. So it took Blaine some time to get to the point of asking you out – but do you really think it’s fair to punish him for that? You should give him a chance. After all, this is Lima – who else is going to–”

“What? ‘Who else is going to go out with me’, was that what you were going to say?”

And why wouldn’t she? This was Rachel Berry. Tact wasn’t one of her strengths – maybe not one of her character traits at all – and neither was empathy. This is Lima, remember? Remember what Dave said about you being his only option?

“Honestly? I know that this is Lima, and I know what that means. Hell, I was sure I’d have to wait until college to get a boyfriend, and you know what? I’m okay with that. I have more respect for myself than to go out with someone just because they ask” or at least I want to have “and I definitely have too much self-respect to go out with a guy that acts like I’m something to be hidden away and he’s only asking me because he’s out of options. You might not care about me and my happiness, Rachel, but I do.

“Yes, I turned Blaine down. Yes, I meant it. And no, I’m not regretting it.

“And frankly? It's more than a little pathetic for Blaine to have his ex try and sell him to someone new – even disregarding everything. It's also not at all attractive.”

The problem with Rachel Berry – be honest, Kurt, one of many problems – was that she was a lot more dangerous than she looked, and she didn't care about casualties as long as she got what she wanted. Well, he was not going to let one of those casualties be Finn.

“No, Quinn isn't cheating on you. I don't care what Rachel says, because unlike her I actually know what's happening. Yes, Quinn is doing something that she's not telling you about. No, that something isn't making out with her ex-boyfriend.”

“Then why isn't she being honest with me about what she's up to?”

“Because it's not her secret to tell. It's not mine either, so don't look at me like that. We all know you have a problem with keeping secrets. Not because you're a gossip, or untrustworthy, but because sometimes you forget who is and who isn't in on something. So, do you think you can trust me when I say that I know what's going on, Rachel's completely wrong, and you have nothing to worry about? Because I promise you, if Quinn was cheating on you I would tell you.

“Rachel's just stirring up shit, hoping that you'll dump Quinn and come back to her now that she and Blaine's over.”

“You promise?”

And Kurt's heart hurt as he looked at the boy that'd become his brother. Finn had believed Rachel's trash-talk because he was so used to being cheated on – and cheating himself – that he didn't know how to expect anything else.

“I promise. Now, want to help me finish up dinner?”

Crisis adverted. Hopefully.

Of course it wasn't that easy. Finn refusing to go along hadn't stopped Rachel – if anything it'd made her even more determined to dig up some kind of dirt. And in her wake had come Jacob ben Israel and his damned camera and pictures in the fucking Muckraker. He liked Sue Sylvester more than most students, and felt he owed her to a degree, but this was crossing a line he wasn't going to forgive in the first place.

Not from anyone involved.

And of course it all came to blows in Glee. Even worse? The newly recruited members were there to witness.

He'd been happy to see their numbers increase, but now he found himself wishing that Mr Schue had been as ineffectual as usual so that there hadn't been quite as large an audience to Sam's humiliation.

“No. Sam, you don't owe them an explanation. You don't owe anyone anything. Rachel's inability to keep her nose out of other people's business did this, not you or I. McKinely isn't safe for LGBT students and she knows it. She also knows that it doesn't matter if someone's actually LGBT or not, just what people believe. What Jacob ben Israel posted could have landed you in the hospital or worse, and Rachel was the one who led him there.

“Won't your dads be proud of you, Rachel, knowing what you've done?”

“I haven't done anything wrong! Quinn was the one sneaking around on Finn–”

“Shut up, Rachel. She wasn't doing anything wrong – she was being a good person. Remember what that is?”

Rachel wasn't the only one whose mouth fell open as Finn spoke. Quinn looked happy as she sent him a soft smile, and Kurt, Kurt was so damned proud of his brother.

“Finn!”

“No. Look, what I did to Sam–”

“We.”

“Fine, what we did to Sam was shitty. Yet somehow he and Quinn managed to keep some level of trust and friendship, and that's just... Awesome. And I am not enough of an asshole to get in the middle of that. I trust Quinn, and I trust Sam, and you don't get to say otherwise.

“As for Kurt, yeah, you don't get to say shit about that either. Sam's never been anything but cool with Kurt, unlike the rest of us, and I thought you of all people should know better than this.”

And wow, Finn had really worked on his “disappointed in you” look. It was quite frankly amazing. The others seemed to think so too, judging from how they reacted as Finn slowly turned to meet everyone's eyes.

“I hope I don't have to explain to anyone exactly how not at all acceptable it is to spread this shit around the school. I know I'd hate to end up in detention for fighting with a team mate, or for getting into it with a girl.” “That doesn't mean I won't” hung in the air, just as loud as if Finn had actually said it out loud.

“Mr Schue? Could we get back to what we're supposed to be doing here?”

And of course since it was Finn asking that was exactly what happened.

Kurt spent the rest of practice seething.

Rachel was waiting for him by the Nav after Glee, which meant she'd put on some really impressive speed to beat him there.

“Kurt. You have to listen to me. Finn doesn't understand how dangerous it can be, being LGBT in a town like this, but you and I, we do. You know how much danger Sam will be in if people think you are seeing him.

“There are already people whispering about you turning him gay, or worse. You remember what it was like before. Do you realize how bad this is for Sam? He could get hurt – someone could hurt him, because of this. Because of you. Do you really want that for him?”

“Of course I don't, but–”

It was like speaking to a wall, except less effective.

“I just...I think you should try and distance yourself from whatever it is that you think that the two of you have going on. You should get a boyfriend.”

And there it was. Find a boyfriend. Next she’d be pushing Blaine on him again.

Anyone else, Mercedes or Tina or Brittany or yes, even Santana, and he’d have been willing to think they were looking out for him, and Sam. But this was Rachel, and he knew her too well for that.

Maybe Rachel really did care about Sam, but, Kurt knew, for Rachel Berry it was always about her in the end. Apparently once her romantic relationship with Blaine was over they’d  allowed it to morph into some strange symbiotic friendship – which Kurt felt was probably less than healthy.

Blaine wanted Kurt to go out with him, and that meant Rachel wanted it too, meaning it should happen. After all, not getting what they wanted lessened the duos’ focus on being stars, or something like that.

Also – and okay, he had no proof for that part except for experience, but that was valuable enough – if Kurt wasn’t around Sam Rachel could focus on the fact that Quinn was, could try again to drive a wedge between the blonde and Finn, hopefully leaving Finn free for the taking.

Too bad Kurt wasn’t going to cooperate then.

“Look, Rachel, even if I did find a boyfriend it wouldn’t stop me from being friends with Sam, from spending time with him. In fact, any boyfriend worth the trouble would never try to stop me from that. And it’s not like something as simple as me staying away or the truth is going to stop the gossiping jerks of McKinley. It never has before.”

They'd both been subjected to enough gossip to know that, after all.

“Also, seriously Rachel? This is only a problem because of you. You had no business sneaking around and spying, and you most definitely had no right spreading those rumors. If someone hurts Sam because of that it won’t be my fault, it’ll be yours and Jacob ben Israel's. After all, we kept a low profile for a reason. No one would know about us being friends outside of the choir room if not for you and your big mouth and your damned stalking.”

“Then you need to do something about it! We'll find a girl to go out on a couple of dates with Sam – I'm sure Mercedes would be willing. And Blaine is still interested in you, all you have to do is stop playing hard to catch. This isn't the time to let your hurt feelings run the show, Kurt, this is when you need to be better than that.”

And wow, really? Did she crack completely while I wasn't looking?

“Thanks for that suggestion, Rachel. Now would you mind moving, I would like to get out of here.”

Except he couldn't stop thinking about everything. It all went round and round in his head, until the pieces started falling together in a very ugly pattern.

Twenty minutes after leaving Rachel behind in the parking lot Kurt rang the doorbell at the Berrys.

“Kurt! I knew you'd come to your senses! I have the perfect suggestion for you to–”

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Did. You. Do. It. On. Purpose? Did you lead Jacob there on purpose? Did you plan this, Rachel?”

The words were coming out louder and louder, dripping with bitterness, until he was practically shouting.

Hiram Berry came running in to the hallway, took one look at his daughter backed up against a wall and the furious Kurt, and started trying to defuse the situation. Kurt wasn't having it though.

“I'm not leaving without an answer, Rachel. I also don't have a problem with airing this in front of your dad, so if you thought him being here would save you, think again.”

“What's the matter, Kurt? Whatever it is I'm sure we can fix it.”

“Right. Well, see, Mr Berry, I really doubt that. Unless of course you have a time machine hidden away somewhere.

“See, once Rachel and her boyfriend broke up – supposedly because having to keep the New Directions' setlist secret from him was just so hard – she started trying to talk my brother into dumping his girlfriend by claiming she was cheating on him. When that didn't help Rachel decided to keep stalking Quinn in the hopes to take pictures that'd make Finn leave Quinn and come running back to Rachel – or so I assume, since it's not exactly common for her to do things like this without personal gain.

“Now, maybe I would have let Rachel get away with this normally, because she didn't stand a chance of getting what she wanted, but thanks to her actions a good friend of mine is actually in danger right now.”

“I had nothing to do with those photos! And if you're so worried about Sam you should stay away from him and–” Rachel snapped her mouth shut, possibly realizing she was close to saying something that would only give Kurt more ammunition.

“You didn't take those photos, no, but there is no way Jacob ben Israel would have found Sam there without you. You already know he stalks you on a regular basis, so why would you believe he isn't now, knowing that you're single again?”

“I'm sorry, but would you mind telling me what you're talking about?”

Rachel tried to serve her version, but Kurt just talked right over her and informed Mr Berry about exactly what had happened.

“That is horrible, and we are going to come back to that later, but for now I'd like to know why you were asking if Rachel planned this.”

“Because I know her?

“No, sorry. First of all there's Finn. She went to him first, but he refused to listen to her, choosing instead to trust his girlfriend. It would be very much Rachel's style to believe that spreading the information would make Finn change his mind.

“Second, when people started asking Sam if he was involved with me in some way Rachel suggested that I could protect Sam from being called gay – and subjected to the same treatment I get – by abandoning my friend and start dating her ex-boyfriend. That I have no interest in doing so, and have in fact turned him down already, wasn't a concern for her.”

Mr Berry frowned and gave Rachel an appraising look. She soon began to blush, leading Mr Berry to frown even harder.

“I'm really disappointed in you right now, Rachel. I suggest you go to your room and think about what you've done, and we'll talk about this when your dad comes home. Kurt, would you mind answering a few more questions for me?”

It ended up being more than a few questions, but seeing as the result was Mr Berry leaving to talk with both Jacob and his parents Kurt was fine with it.

He was even more fine with it the next day when he found out the results. Jacob had lost his camera and his channel was gone. The Muckraker had been disbanded and that everyone involved had been forced to apologize to everyone they'd trashed – including Sue. And the Evans family had gotten some proper help, both with their living situation and looking for jobs. Mr and Mr Berry did not play around.

The fact that Rachel was subdued and refused to even look at Kurt was just the cherry on top.

~TBC ~

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

SEES, the Investigation Team and the Phantom Thieves as SHSLs/Ultimates Part 3:

Up next is everyone’s favorite protein guzzling boxer, the white-haired lightning bruiser, the guy who I still haven’t forgiven Atlas for bastardizing in their spinoffs (particularly the arena series), Akihiko Sanada.

Seriously, the poor guy did not deserve the simplistic treatment of his character in Arena. ...Though than again, the sad truth is that seemed to happen to most of the cast, huh?

ANYWAY, enough about that, you’re not here to hear me gripe, you’re here to hear about how he’d fit into the DR-verse!

Akihiko Sanada:

SHSL Boxer/Ultimate Boxer: As we know from DRV3, Ultimate titles can be used more than once. It’s why I honestly like the SHSL moniker more, it doesn’t imply the same level of insuperable expertise as Ultimate does. Regardless, we know Akihiko is an amazing fighter with his fists; frankly if you’re able to punch out Eldritch Abominations from the human psyche with nothing but boxing gloves you probably deserve Ultimate Boxer. Plus, he is the boxing club’s leader.

Akihiko has probably the absolute WORST reputation out of all the students for breaking things in the dojo. Mitsuru and Shinjiro hold far more shame over this than he does of course.

Just like in Persona canon, Akihiko has a LOT of female admirers in Hope’s Peak. Even plenty of girl’s from the reserve course are probably head over heels. He reacts just as he does in canon. (I would almost want to see someone write up interactions between him and Miu because seeing him getting flustered from how explicitly thirsty she would be over him would be hilarious.)

Not a relationship thing because I really don’t know enough about her to do a full one, but I do think the dynamic between Akihiko and Tenko Chabashira could be extremely interesting. Anyone who knows more about her, feel free to write up how you think their interactions and views of each other would be and do let me know.

Major Relationships within the DR cast: -Sakura Ogami: Akhiko and Sakura are sparring partners and have an immense mutual respect. I imagine their first meeting was somewhat comical in a way, Akihiko striding right up to Sakura despite his issues speaking with girls, and asking for a fight with her, having heard of her abilities. I can’t honestly see him beating her outright without using his Persona powers (considering how she actually defeated Mukuro in DR: IF and how Kodaka said she could defeat Juzo, though admittedly Akihiko isn’t just a normal human) but I do think he’d give her a good match and the two would hit it off immediately. Expect a lot of talk about about training and protein. However, I think Sakura would be a major driving force for Akihiko to re-examine himself and how he views strength. After all, Sakura isn’t just strong, she is very wise and I have no doubt she’d challenge Akihiko to try and help him figure out what strength really is and why he desires it. She may become a sort of ‘sensei’ for him. (I also find the idea of Sakura eventually asking why Akihiko doesn’t seem to have issues interacting with her despite his very clear issues interacting with girls hilarious because there is no way Akihiko could answer that without saying SOMETHING wrong. Shinjiro would mock him remorselessly.) If I’m being honest, this is even a sort of crack-ship for me, the only thing keeping it from a full ship the fact that Sakura is in a relationship with Kenshiro and the fact that I’m too invested in Akihiko/Mitsuru. -Akane Owari: I’m sure absolutely no one is suprised by this. Just like Sakura, Akihiko and Akane are sparring partners, though their relationship is far more a rivalry than Akihiko’s with Sakura’s. Not that the two aren’t friends, they are, but Akane’s personality lends itself more towards the two being intense rivals. However, I happen to think that how they formed their rivalry is VERY different to how Akihiko and Sakura first engaged each other. Akane had to challenge Akihiko, not the other way around. I see this happening for two reasons. First, Akane is known as the Ultimate Gymnest. Akihiko likely would not have immidiately thought of her as a fighter the same way he did Sakura. Second, Akihiko’s own issues with dealing with woman would have been a roadblock at first because Akane is far more obviously feminine than Sakura is. I think this would have caused an initial roadblock for Akihiko, one that was easily overcome though after Akane challenged him to a fight. And this time, Akihiko would have absolutely won. The two actually have an inverse relationship to the one Akihiko has with Sakura, as Akihiko would honestly be the one teaching Akane, both about fighting and about the nature of strength. I have no doubt Akihiko would challenge Akane’s own beliefs on what strength means, just like Sakura would do for him. I can also see a repeat of how in his social link with Hamuko he sees her like he used to see his younger sister and could have a very similar case of trying to protect Akane, particuarly due to her somewhat oblivious nature. As you could imagine, that would go about as well as you’d expect. However that mess would resolve itself, Akihiko would have once again taken another step to moving forward and being at ease with his past, while I believe Akane would learn to be okay with showing vulnerability and being helped. Also, you can’t convince me that Akihiko would TRY (emphasis on that word there) to help Akane with school work. He is a good student after all.  -Nekomaru Nidai: Yet another ‘I’m sure you all saw this coming’ case. Nidai and Akihiko are yet again sparring partners, though in Nidai’s case it’s less for him and more for Akihiko’s own development. In all likelyhood, he’s probably why Akane even got interested in Akihiko as she probably heard about the boxer from him. For his part, Akihiko has a decent bit of respect for Nidai, even if he finds his... openess about some topics a bit much. He also is, just like everyone else, a major fan of Nidai’s deep tissue massage. (I can also see Akihiko bothering Shinjiro to try and help Nidai with his Dyspepsia in the form of some cooking help though I have no doubt that would piss off Teruteru. Of course, Shinjiro might even see that as a bonus... but more on that later.) -Byakuya Togami: Not really a major relationship, but it is worth a mention. Togami is one of the few people Akihiko is outright disdainful of (and perhaps even despises, but that might be a bit much for him). This is of course due to Togami’s insistence on asking Mitsuru to help produce Togami’s heirs which infuriates and disgusts Akihiko. (Whether this is simply due to how good of friends the two are, the amount of respect Akihiko has for Mitsuru or perhaps is something more is entirely up to interpretation. Again, MAJOR Akihiko/Mitsuru shipper here.) For his part, Togami doesn’t view Akihiko as anyone of import or as being worth his time. Funnily enough, that specificaly wouldn’t bother Akihiko too much on his own, he wouldn’t really give a damn what someone like Byakuya thinks of him. It’s just his attitude towards everyone and the stuff with Mitsuru that caused the immense disdain. - Juzo Sakakura: Juzo is a difficult case. While he may not have any issues with someone else getting the Boxer moniker as well, his entire general attitude clashes with Akihiko’s immensely. Juzo is used to throwing his weight around and near bullying others to get what he wants, as opposed to Akihiko who is an upstanding guy and, while competitive, would never go about acting like Juzo does. Juzo is also a VERY prideful man, so getting called out on his s*** may not go well, and Akihiko may very well call him out on his s***. Doesn’t helpt that I’m certain Akihiko could beat Juzo in a fair fight.  All this being said though, Juzo would honestly admire several of Akihiko’s qualities, for example how Akihiko protects others without thought of his own safety. Ultimately, I think Juzo would have some respect for Akihiko but would never admit it and Akihiko ould respect the man’s skills but recognize that he’s very much flawed and that there isn’t much he could do about it.

Now, that’s it for Akihiko. But before I go, there’s two things that needed to be covered.  The first is that I need to quickly circle back to Mitsuru because there is a MAJOR relationship that I forgot to discuss when I was writing her profile up.

You can probably guess who I’m talking about:

Kyosuke Munakata: How I missed this the first time shocks me. Seriously, Kyosuke is so similar to Mitsuru I’m embaressed this slipped by me. Let’s start with the obvious: His own talent reflects what Mitsuru spends a lot of her time dealing with as a student. She is the Student Council President at Gekkokan in canon and I said in her profile that she would get involved in student goverment here. It’s only a matter of time before she runs into Kyosuke, particuarly if they ever went to school at the same time. In such a case I could see Kyosuke taking on a sort of mentor roll for Mitsuru and even a sort of big brother one where Mitsuru would likely confide in him if she felt overburderned and stressed with her own numerous responsibilities. Afterall, we do know that pre-tradgedy he is described as being kinder than his post tragdey self so I could see him taking on Mitsuru as a kohai/younger-sister. Plus, he would also be a great sword fighting partner for her. (Note, this fobviously would happen only if they attended Hope’s Peak at the same time, which would make it near impossible for her to also have relationships with the 78th class. The only way this could really theoretically work was, assuming the typical 3 year high school system used in Japan, Mitsuru and her year were all the 76th class, meaning that she’d be a first year when Kyosuke was a senior and would then be a senior when the 78th class came along. Which could work and liekly wouldn’t change much of her already established relationships).

Now for the second bit. You probably all notice that I’m dealing with Pre-Tragedy stuff for everyone so far and haven’t touched Post-Tragedy. The first and most honest reason is that I kinda forgot to touch that bit when I was writing everyone. The second bit though is that it’s honestly VERY hard for me to see the tragedy happening if the Persona cast were in the DR world and the Persona-verse rules were still in affect. With the way the Collective Unconciousness works I can’t see Junko winning without eliminating SEES, the IT and the PT and well... she’s good, but she’d be fighting ALL of them on their turf. The same group we know are capable of taking down gods. And hey, worse comes to worse, Door-kun can door-kun or something. Besides the fact that someone like Akechi would have absouletly no qualms about just murdering her. And once again, not a whole lot she can do about the way he goes about killing people. 

This being said, I may make an addenendum post later which details what would be going on with everyone post-tragedy. Spoiler though: everyone pretty much becomes shadow operatives full-time for a long while and they sort of are their own third-party group, seperate from the Future Foundation. I’d go more in depth though if I do make a follow-up.

Anyway, you all can probably guess who’s up next. We did two of the the original three members, up next will be the third. Shinjiro Aragaki will be coming soon... hopefully. My next semester is starting later today and it is a doozy. I am going to do everything I can to make sure this continues, but it will be slightly slower.

[fluffychubbyrose]

Monkey King Wukong Sun x Confident Reader.

Requested.

One Shot.

Warnings- Wukong may be O.C., Language, Slight violence, Reader gets jump scared, and mostly SFW hints at NSFW.

I'm so sorry it took so long but I hope you like it.

I've been apart of Wukongs group for awhile now. I joined him and the others Liuer, An An, and Bajue on his journey after trolls attacked my village and took what little I had away from me when they destroyed my house. He won't admit it, but he was shocked and admired my bravery and selflessness when he found me barely out running the trolls on one of the paths leading them away from the village that fateful day. He attacked and was able to defeat all three of them single handedly without any help. That day my house was simply collateral damage from the trolls tearing up the village in search of more children to take.

(Flashback to first meeting Wukong.)

I knew the only children left where hiding but with the speed of which the trolls where tearing down the houses they would find them in no time. So instead of running and hiding like the rest of the village people were, I decided the only chance for the village surviving this attack was to distract the trolls and lead them away.

The only way I was able to convince the horrendous trolls to take chase was by wrapping up bundles of the children's clothing in blankets and running with one in each arm past the trolls like I was desperately trying escape from them with my two children. Luckily with a little acting on my part faking to cry and scream in terror before running away was enough for the trolls to take chase after me and my "children".

Though I cannot lie because not all of my terror was false especially when the trolls where catching up after me when they saw me and scented the children's clothes in my arms. I ran for what felt like forever but couldn't have been more than a few minutes and even with the sharp and sudden turns I was making down different paths they were quickly gaining on me. That's when I noticed somone else up the path and I fear I may have just cost this unsuspecting man his life.

That fear I had for his life didn't last for long though when he saw the trolls behind me and watched with wide eyes as one lashed out snagging and tearing the back of my shirt I yelp and try to run faster when the man started running not away from them like anyone else would have, no he ran right past me and at the trolls. I stopped running shortly after and whipped around in shock. I was only able to watch what I was certain to be this delusional and crazy mans death. But then I saw the struggle going on and soon realized it was this man that I should have been running from along with the trolls after watching first hand how he skillfully attacked and defeated the beasts with strength and ease.

Soon after the shock of the situation started to wear off and I dropped my dummy "children" placing my hands on my knees gasping for air from my run and struggling not to pass out from a lack of oxygen. All while still gaping in shock at this mysterious man. It wasn't until he approached me that I realized that this was no man, monster, or beast, but instead was Dasheng.

I stared in bewilderment wondering if the trolls had indeed caught up and left me fatality wounded on the path and that's why I'm hallucinating so vividly. I heard a child gasp before I saw them. I look to my right glancing away from Dasheng to see a young boy with a baby strapped to his little back crouched down by the dummies unwrapping and checking to see if I hurt what he thought to be children when I carelessly dropped them moments before.

"What the? Their fake?" The young boy asks looking up at me with confusion. "Yeah their fake. It was the only way to lure the trolls out of my village and away from the real children. I was trying to keep them safe and keep anymore of them from being taken by the trolls." I managed to gasp out still breathless and light headed, my heart refusing to calm even though the danger has past.

"They would have killed you when they realized they were fake and went back and taken those children anyways your more foolish than clever." Dasheng snaps out giving me an angered but surprised look that I wasn't able to completely decipher. "Wukong! I don't think she was foolish she was sacrificing herself for her village she was being very brave and honorable." A pig looking man huffed out at Dasheng. 'Huh I guess that's Dashengs name. I wonder where that pig man was this whole time? Was he hiding from the trolls or did he just get left behind when Dasheng ran away from them to attack the trolls?'

"Bajie is right she's very brave and I think she's clever! She outsmarted the trolls didn't she?" The little boy says pouting and looking up at Wukong. My heads still spinning from everything that's happened but I stand up and I'm about to give Wukong a snide remark for calling me foolish when I feel a cool breeze on my back.

I frown in confusion until I remember the troll slashing my shirt with his claws. My face burns and I cross my arms over my chest to prevent my shirt from falling forward anymore than it already has and revealing more than I'd like too in front of strangers and a child no less. "I'm Liuer and this is- Oh that's pretty how did you get that flower to stay on your back like that?" The little boy says quickly bouncing around me in excitement trying to get a better view of the lotus flower tattooed on my back that is now exposed for all to see.

"Hey knock it off!" Wukong snapped Liuer giving him an embarrassed and annoyed glare before quickly looking away. Liuer just ignored him and continued to circle around me excitedly trying to get a better look at the tattoo on my back. I just smiled at him weakly feeling faint. "I need to go back to my village and let everyone know that the trolls are gone. At least for now." I managed to mumble out with my vision getting blurry. "Fine hurry up we were heading there for the night anyways." Grumps out in a hiss. "And for more food!" Bajie says excitedly.

I start walking back to the village with Wukong and his two followers in tow. I glance at him a few times during our journey back to the village and he won't meet my eyes now that he's noticed my ripped shirt. He has his arms raised with his hands intertwined behind his head walking on my right side with Liuer inbetween us and Bajie in front of us rambling on about different foods he hopes my village has for him to eat. I smirk softly smug that I made the great Dasheng embarrassed by showing only a little skin and a bit of cleavage. Though I'd rather it be on my own terms to show off this much of my body at once, I'm not displeased by his reaction.

(End of flashback.)

I'm smiling from the memory of our first meeting while laying my bedroll down near the fire at our camp for the night. We found an abandoned kingdom one of many since the troll and monster attacks started years ago, to set up camp in for the night.

We have been traveling for days on end only stopping to refill our water gourds, relieve ourselves, and to set up camp for the night. Then we eat, sleep, and repeat. So everyone is thoroughly exhausted besides Wukong of course. The mischievous monkey king seems to have a never endless supply of energy, along with an almost always present sour attitude.

He gets frustrated easily and likes to push people away rather than let them get close to him. He's tried to get rid of me countless times when I decided I was going to join him in his journey by constantly saying rude and snide remarks about me and quite literally ditching me in the forest several times but non of it phased me and I always found them again.

Recently I've been the only one able to get past the cold exterior of his, because if anyone ignores it and the rude comments he says they can see just how soft and caring he can be. Granted those moments are rare and far between it's still there, just masked so well most people can't see it and they'll choose to believe it never existed in the first place because of it.

"Oi what are you doing?" Wukong hisses baring his fangs a little and yanks my bedroll away from the fire and places it a good 6ft away from where it had been. "Hey what the hell!? I'm trying to set everything up so I can get some sleep soon I'm exhausted!" I snapped with a glare mad that he just messed up all my stuff. My blankets are all strewn about and my makeshift pillow fell off the roll when he dragged it away, so now it's laying in the dirt and dust that has accumulated on the abandoned kingdoms floor.

I stand up and snatch my pillow off the ground dusting it off and placing it back on my bed roll and then I make a move to, move it closer to the fire again because the stone floor is cold and there's a cold bite to the air tonight. But near the fire its warm and so are the stones which would make sleep tonight come much quicker and be much more pleasant. But before I can move it back Wukongs foot slams down onto the middle of my bedroll and refuses to budge despite my tugging.

I sigh heavily not in the mood to fight with him. This is one of those moments where outsiders would see Wukong as only a rude and crass man. But I know he's doing this for a reason, he isn't one to just be cruel to someone for the fun of it despite how he acts. I'm about to ask what that reason is when he sighs out while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You move that back and I wont help you when your bed catches fire tonight from being so close!" When he finished speaking he pulled his foot off my bed and walked away. My eyes widen in suprise at what he says and I huff knowing he's right I was too close and with stone floors any embers will just blow across the floor right at my very flammable bedding rather than landing on the ground and staying there until they burn out like they normally would. Instead of moving it back like I want to I decide to leave it where its at.

I can still feel the heat of the fire after all so it isn't that big of a deal it'll just take a little while to heat up my bedroll to a comfortable temperature with the cold stones below me. I'm about to get under my blankets and get some rest before it's my turn to keep watch after Bajie in a few hours when a blanket is thrown and hits me in the back of the head.

I gasp and whip around angrily seeing Wukong quickly slipping under his own blankets on his bedroll acting like he didn't just throw one of his blankets at me and hit me in the head with it while doing so. "What the fuck was that for!?" I snarled lowly trying not wake Liuer and An An who have been asleep since we started to set up camp. "So you won't catch your ass on fire! Now go to sleep!" He hisses his voice a pitch or two higher than normal as if he's embarrassed. I look at his back that's turned towards me with surprise that he would give me one of his blankets so I wouldn't be cold.

I hold up the tan colored blanket in my hands, it's the thickest blanket he has. He was even bragging about it when he got it just a few weeks ago, very much so full of himself and smug that he got such a deal for it that it was basically free. I hug it close to my chest for a moment feeling a warmth spread throughout me with a small smile on my face because even though his aim wasn't the best and his remark on it wasn't the nicest he just gave me his favorite blanket. Actions speak louder than words after all.

I lay down with the thick heavy blanket on top of me smelling faintly like Wukong. I snuggle further into my bedroll curling the blankets around myself tighter yawning before finally feeling safe and warm enough to fall asleep. My rest was dreamless, but deep and undisturbed until I woke up in what felt like only minutes of being asleep but must have been hours because Bajie was lightly shaking my shoulder to wake me and let me know it's now my turn to get up and keep watch for the rest of the night.

I didn't know just how exhausted I really was until I was woken up looking at Bajie with blurry eyes and confusion written all over my face. My body felt hot and heavy and I had to struggle to sit up out of my makeshift bed grumpy because I was sleeping so hard and well. Since the trolls first attacked my village I haven't been able to slip into that deep of a sleep because every little thing or noise would wake me up.

I was so scared something would happen while I was asleep thinking I wouldn't be able to protect myself if I allowed myself to sleep soundly. So sleep was light and restless because of my stress and paranoia of sudden attacks from the trolls. So the fact that a deep sleep came so easily to me tonight is a pleasant surprise and I'm non to happy with having it interrupted. My body is screaming at me to lay back down and escape back into the peaceful bliss of sleep once more.

I watch with a confused pout as Bajie slumps down onto his pile of blankets he calls a bed. I sigh heavily and stretch knowing I have to get up and keep watch just in case something happens, knowing seeing the threat first and being able to prepare for it is much better than being taken by surprise. I stand up still feeling confused, wondering about what was different about tonight and how I slept so soundly that I didn't even here Bajie approach which would have been easy for even a deep sleeper to hear, because while Bajie has good intentions most of the time, being quite is not one of his strong suits or something he tries to be for that matter.

The only difference I can think of would be Wukongs blanket. I flush at the thought feeling like my skin is burning. There's no way I took that much comfort from such a simple thing as having someone else's blanket and scent wrapped around me while I slept. I shake my head at the thought and glance over at Wukongs bedroll to see that he's not there.

I whip around looking for him around the room were in to see if maybe Bajie woke him and he was getting more fire wood for the dwindling fire but he's still no where to be seen. I walk over and reach into my pack retrieving my coat to wear since its colder than it was earlier that evening. After I slip it and my shoes on I walk over grabbing some firewood and tossing it onto the fire before leaving to take over watch for the evening, and if I'm lucky find where Wukong escaped too in the middle of the night again this time.

I search the perimeter around the part of the kingdom that we're camping out in to make sure nothing is lurking about just beyond the shadows, and when I'm satisfied with my search I start walking down one of the overgrown pathes in the middle of kingdom. I look around in awe because everything looks so fairytale like in the moon light tonight. Anyone else would probably think it's creepy or fear what they can't see in the dark and the stillness of it all would send chills up most spines but not me, I know what lurks in the dark and I'm not afraid anymore.

If those monster where to snatch me up and eat me or just plain out kill me they would have done so long ago. So the quite, moon lit, tranquil setting of this abonded kingdom is calming to me. I smile softly sitting down on a large boulder in the middle of what used to be the plaza of the kingdom.

My quite and tranquil atmosphere didn't last long when the momentarily forgotten Monkey King decided to make his presence known when I'm suddenly grabbed from behind with a hand clasped over my mouth to keep me from screaming. I squirm and thrash around trying escape my captures hold. One arm of mine is free and swing it back to elbow my attacker right in the stomach there's a loud grunt and I'm released. I jump up and whip around seeing Wukong hunched over holding his stomach with an equally playful and angered look in his eyes. "What the hell was that for!?" I yell at him more than pissed about the little stunt he just pulled on me. I walk up and hit him in the chest repeatedly both wanting and not wanting to hurt him.

He just huffed out a laugh and caught my hands in his loosely, leaning in close to my face I pull my head back but his hold on me stays. "One that didn't really hurt, and two you need to pay more attention when your on watch! You we're so zoned out, that you didn't even hear or notice me sneak up on you until I grabbed you. You could have been killed and you need to fight harder than an elbow blow to the stomach because that won't phase a troll or any other monster that attacks you and I can't let anything happen to you! Do you understand that! If you died I might as well have never left that fucking cave and this whole thing would be pointless without you here by my side!"

He's in my face as he says all this with a slight growl rumbling his chest with his fangs poking out more than usual from his snarled look. I'm shocked from what he says, angry at him for scaring me, embarrassed that I was so easily taken off guard, frustrated with him for doing this now when I've been throwing hints his way for months, and touched all at once for how much he just admitted that he cares for me even though he has a magnificent way of showing it.

My eyes widen at his confession my face feels like it's on fire and my heart is hammering inside of my chest and my frustration wins over my other emotions and I look up at him staring him right in the eye with frustration and lust. He realizes what he said and how close he is to me and his eyes widen, his ears pin to the sides of his head, and he lets go of my hands and he's about to pull away when I snatch the collar of his shirt and yank his face back down towards mine and kiss him roughly.

I move closer to him pressing my soft body against his hard one. I'm about to pull away because his lips stayed still when he growls loudly while winding his arms around me tightly, pressing close, and kissing me back just as rough. His fangs digging into the sides of my mouth sharply but not painfully. I moan and he pulls back chuckling breathlessly while I gasp trying to catch my breath. We stay holding each other tightly with our foreheads pressed together when I feel bumps under his shirt and they move. I jump slightly in shock and before Wukong figures out what I'm doing I pull back and slip my hands under his shirt, lifting it up as fast as possible before he can react or protest. What I find is his tail wrapped tightly around his torso.

I look up at him with surprise I never saw his tail before so I just assumed he didn't have one or something happened to it. I reach my hand out to touch his tail when he grabs my hands softly. "Its really sensitive, thats why I hide it, it's a weak point for me in fights. Someone can grab my tail and yank it and I would be crippled by the pain." He mumbles softly not looking me in the eye obviously embarrassed. He lets go of my hands and lets his shirt drop back down to cover his torso but he unravels his tail from around himself and it sways softly behind him. I cup his soft furry cheek in my hand and he leans into my touch with a huff. I lean forward and peck him on the lips again.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Wukong. I honestly thought you didn't have a tail you do very well at hiding it and for good reason I don't think any less of you for it." I sigh out smiling softly up at him. He pouts and turns his head to the side but I notice his lips twitch up into a half smile and his shoulders slump down releasing the tension I didn't know he had, meaning he was worried about what I thought of him, because he was hiding his tail. "Didn't care if you did." He grumps out which obviously isn't true he secretly cares about my opinion more than he wants to admit and it makes me happy that my validation means so much to him. His arms wrap around my soft frame once more with a small tsk escaping him.

He kisses me softly almost unsurely until I bite his lip making him growl and press himself tighter to me while kissing me roughly. It didn't take long another nip or two at his bottom lip with his fangs pressed against the corners of my mouth and our tongues were battling for dominance. I was losing but not giving up easily. I move my left arm up and around his neck fisting the hair on the nape of his neck into my hand making him groan and in turn making me smirk and I'm letting him win for the moment his tongue exploring my mouth with vigor.

All while my right hand has been slowly snaking around his back and down his waist towards his tail. 'Sometimes in order to win the battle you have to play dirty.' I think when my hand finally wraps around his tail. He stops kissing me and jumps back with gasp looking at me with bewilderment. He's about to rip himself away from me when I start to softly rub his tail.

He lets out a shuttering moan that turns into a soft whimper and clasps his hand tightly around his mouth with wide eyes. I glance up at him with a surprised and sultry look and then glance back down at his tail in my hand. His hand drops from his mouth and joins his other in embracing me fully once more.

'Huh so it's "that" kind of sensitive as well.' I continue to rub softly as his hold on me tightens and his claw like nails start digging into the soft and supple flesh of my back. His fangs worrying his bottom lip and his face is contorted into pleasured frown. Despit his efforts to not make anymore noise he's rumbling softly from his chest like a deep purr. I grasp his tail a little more firmly and wrap my other hand around his hip grabbing his tail with both hands and giving it gentle squeezes and rubbing a bigger portion of it now.

He gasps and moans his hips snapping forwards towards mine impulsively and I didn't have time react I only got to hear his snarl before suddenly the wind was knocked out of me and I'm on my back on the cold stone floor of the kingdoms plaza with Wukong above me holding my hands above my head. I catch my breath and I'm about to question him when I look up into his eyes and his pupils are blown so wide I can hardly see his iris's in the moonlight and his breathing is ragged with his fangs bared in a snarl as he continues to growl lowly, he looks absolutely feral.

My breath comes out in soft desperate pants when he kisses me suddenly. Forcefully shoving his tongue inside my mouth. I moan and feel him shift just now realizing he was between my legs and decided since I already poked the bear I might as well push him over the edge completely. All it took was a raise of my hips allowing him to grind against me for him to loose control.

@rubysdeathspeak

[ellus986]

Like a thunder

Single dad Ben Hardy x reader part 2

Okay so from sweet little girls to heavier stuff, we need to speak about things like this too! If any of you experience anything like the end of this chapter please conect someone, tell your parents your family or the cops even!

Warning: kissing, violance, abuse, domestic abuse, swearing

Christmas came around and even you worked on friday you haven’t seen either Ben or Keila. It was not a suprise to you, sure they were on holiday or something, it was not a big deal, you only would’ve been able to go down to you brother’s for one and a half week instead of one if you don’t agree to be in on the 27. and thanks to that even on 28., but who counts things like that. Anyways, last time he acted like nothing happend. You were not mad about it, or even heartbroken, but a little sad that your kiss was nothing for him.

No one was coming in at 9 o’clock already so your boss lets you home. “Have a nice holiday!” He says as you come out in your jacket with your backpack.

“You too!” You wave as you walk out, smiling as finally it was time for your holiday to begin.

“Wait!” You hear as you walk to the bus station, as you look back you see Ben.

“Sorry, my shift is over for today, or the year to be honest, but my boss is still in for an hour!” You answer, as it is clear as hell he did not came because of you.

“I don’t care if the diner is open or not, I came to see you!” He mumbles while trying to catch his breath. “I ... I wanted to say sorry, for being so careless last friday... so did not wanted you to feel like that kiss meant nothing, just...” he runs his fingers in his blonde locks, while he can’t make eyecontact with you. “It is just hard as a dad... I don’t want Keila to be in the middle of anything like this, not when everything is so plastic...”

“Anything like what?” You look at him in disbelief.

“Ooh my God...” he finally looks in your eyes. “I like you, I liked you since we first stepped into that diner a year ago, I guess my own daugther senced it and pushed me to ask you out...” he blushes.

You step closer and kiss him, he grabs you waist and kiss you back, way more harder than last time.

“I like you too!” You wishper as you part your lips.

“Oh God, what a releaf...” he chuckles, pushing his forhead to yours.

New years eve:

“Wait a minute!” You laugh as you try to get the kids off of you.

“I guess you are busy...” he chuckles.

“Just give me one minute to eat these kiddos...” and as you say it teasing them, they run away screaming. “So I’m here!” You get your robe on and walk out to the balcony.

“So that is why you handled well Keila’s jumping thing!” Ben smiles at the camera running his fingers in his dirty blonde hair.

“I’m a well trained Auntie!” You stand proudly.

“No big parties, drunk boys in your planes for today?” He blushes.

“Naah” you shake your head. “Drunk girls in yours?”

“I spend the new years with the guys and Lucy in a pub in London, but would rather spend it with you or Keila...” he mumbles.

“Look at him good, less than two days and he is one year away from 30!” Jumps Joe in the picture.

“Hi Joe!”

“Hi Y/N!”

“Oh you are that old already?” You giggle.

“Why? Are you underaged?” He jokes, but you can see in his eyes he is not sure.

“Obviously not, as I can drink legally eight years now!” You laugh blushing.

“You are 29?” Joe looks shooked.

“No Silly, 26... you know, the legal drinking age in europe is 18!”

“It is always fulling me!” He slaps his own face. “I’m sorry to intorupt this beautiful moment, but we need to get ready for the night! I need to stole this blondie before you have an another wet experience!” He laughs with his head falling back.

“So you two really are coming in one?”

“But remember he will be home until next summer!” Ben makes sure you know Joe won’t be around all along.

“Hey, I planed to come earlier, and you should finally come to the U.S.A.!”

“How is it there? I was never overseas!” You try to keep them on the phone.

“Than you should come with the little girl see New York! It is the best place in the world!” Joe wonders off.

Next week:

You just arrived home from the countryside. You get your keys out, but as you want to open your door you realise it is already opened. Your hands are shaking as you push it in and step in. Your clothes are all over your living room, the flower you had on the table is on the kitchen floor beside a million broken glass pieces.

“You got it from him, right?” You hear the voice you hated to most from your bedroom.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You try to stay calm, but your hands are shaking more and more.

“You got the flowers from him right?” He repeats like you did not asked him.

“From who?”

“Him, I saw your messages!” He steps closer. You want to get out of the apartment, but he steps to you and closes the door behind you. You are trapped there. The thing you liked in him once, was your worst enemy now: him being tall, and strong.

“I bought those flowers myself...you should know I always have some fresh daisies in my kitchen...” you mumble.

“With what he is better than me?” He asks as you slide out under his arm, but he follows you quickly. “With what?!” He pushes you to the wall, with his fingers on your neck.

“He is not choking me right now...” you try to say the words.

“Why?” He simply says as he finally lets go of your neck, and just hits the wall next to your face.

“Peter it is over a year now...”you wince as he punches the wall again leaving a second hole there. “Please, I need to pay to fix it...” you wishper.

“Why?” He says it again.

“Because... because we were not meant to be... we are different, that is all...”

“Why you like him more?” He sniffes.

“Peter please go!” You cry softly.

“Will you ever love me again?” He gets even closer to you.

“I could never again...” you cry sliding down the wall.

“Fuck you, bitch!” He kicks the wall, so close to your arms you can feel the wind of his leg, before ha walks out and shouts the door behind himself. You cry out loud, shaking hands in your hair, sitting at the ruined wall.

As you are able to calm yourself down enough to be understandable, you call the person you know you can trust. “Hi, Y/N! I thought you call at night on FaceTime!”

“Do... do you have Keila with yourself?” You sutter.

“Hey, What’s wrong? But no, I’m alone!” He sounds concerned.

“Peter... my ex was here... I don’t know he went away or he is still around... I don’t know what to do!” You sob.

“I’m on my way!” You can hear as he gets his clothes on.

“No wait, if he is here, he is dangerous, most likely for you!”

“Why?”

“He saw our Facebook messages... somehow he knew my password... he was hitting the wall yelling, all my clothes are out of my closet, the vase I had with flowers in it is broken as he thought you gave it to me...” you just star in the air.

“I’m on my way...”

“But...”

“There is not but! If he is around I hope he comes up to me and I can punch him!”

“Ben... please don’t, don’t be like him...” you cry out loud again.

“I will be there in 10 minutes!” He ends the call, and you sit there, doing nothing sobbing.

Ben’s view:

He sees noone around when he gets to your apartment, and as you wanted him to not act on it, he is happy about it, that means you are safe. He runs up, and freezes as he sees the ruined door still being open just for some centimeters. He steps in and his heart stops. You sit in a mess, holes are behind you in the wall your eyes are Cried out, and Oh God you had finger marks on your neck. Looking at you for a second was enough to understand what you meant under: don’t be like him.

Ben gets on his knees infront of you, and only that was the minute you realised he is there. You turn your head up, and he grabs you close to himself. You cry on his chest and he smooths your hair, after a while he speaks up. “Are you alright?”

“I am now... I am now!” You mumble into his chest.

“You can’t stay here, you can sleep at my place as long as you want, and if you want tomorrow we look after a new apartment where he can’t find you, or hurt you.” He stands up, and holds his hand out.

“Thank you...” you mumble getting up using his hand bumping into his chest. You look up, and he looks in your swollen eyes, and sees you just as beautiful as he first saw you. You kiss him softly, and he kisses back even softer, as he is afaird he would scare you, or even hurt you with more.

To be continued...

My sweet perms: @simply-sams-things @spacedustmazzello

Story tags: @jonesyaddiction @theprettyandthereckless

[xconcernedfluffymothx]

Can't You See?! I Love You!!!

Spinel x Female Reader

Summary: Steven said the wrong words, causing Spinel to start the injector once more. You decide to be the one to stop her, because you love her, and you will do everything in your power to show her that.

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The injector's not in the earth anymore!! You hum, standing by Spinel as she looks over at you and gives a small smile.

"Now we just need to get Garnet's memory back!!" Steven says, walking over to the group, back turned towards you and Spinel. "Maybe it has something to do with fusions...and love-"

"What about me?"

Spinel asks, fist clenched and voice shaky.

Hurt.

"Huh?" Your younger gem-human friend says with a little bit suprise, turning to face her.

She had her brows scrunched up. "Is that all you needed me for? To turn off my injector?" She looked so broken, you step by her. "No!! Of course no-"

"Well, sort-of..." He cuts you off, rubbing the back of his neck in shame. 'What?' Why would he say something like that? He didn't really just need her to turn the injector off..right? You go to speak, but the pink gem talks. You could practically see the panic in her eyes. "B-but what now?? I did everything you wanted, that's it?"

"Well, y-yeah... " Steven says. "We can forget this ever happened." You stared at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say that!? You see your pink friend deflate more, conflicted feelings in her eyes.

You can feel the sadness rolling off of her. You go to hold her hand when she steps back. Giving you an unsure look.

"What? No!! Spi-"

"How are you gonna forget with me around? I'm the source of all your problems! Don't pretend you want me here-"

"I want you here, Spinel.." you say. She seems to not hear as she continues " You gonna put me somewhere? You're gonna leave me somewhere? You're gonna leave me alone?!" You felt your heart ache. She didnt deserve the trauma she's been through. Now her hands were shaking.

You wanted to hold them for her and tell her everything will be alright. You want to tell her that you love her and will always be by her side.

"Spinel.." You say softly, taking a step towards her. Her eyes, her beautiful, radiant fuchsia eyes finally pay attention to you as you stop in front of her, and slowly, and every so gently intertwine your fingers with her own. And she takes that small sentiment and squeezes. You squeeze back, looking at her with the most loving, and caring face ever. "I don't think I'd be able to leave you alone, Spinel." She pauses for a second a second at your words, a light blush on her face as she smiles a little. Relaxing her shoulders just a smidge, gripping on your hand more. "..Really?" You smile softly. "Yes, I- We need you here, as a part of our family." "But-" "You matter, alot. To me, and to everybody else." Your

She growls, pushing him down, the rejuvinator sliding out and toppling onto the ground along with him. 'Why does he have that?!' Amethyst and Pearl yell, moving out the way as it stops by them. Garnet tilts her head in curiosity. "Oh, what's this?" She mummers, bending down to pick it up. You stiffen, wide eyed, just like Spinel was when she saw it.

"No Garnet! No Dont touch That!!" Steven sputters, getting up and running towards her in panic. The curious fusion presses the button, the weapon coming out in it's full glory. Steven snatched it away fast.

Spinel's expression darkened. "...why do you...have that?" Steven looks down pitifully, before looking up. "I-I was just carrying it! I didn't have anywhere else to put it!" You narrow your eyes, 'what is he planning??'

The pink gem goes quiet, before something seemed to flash in her eyes. "We can forget this ever happened- you mean I can just forget this ever happened!!" She goes into a laughing fit, throwing her head back as if to exaggerate.

You worry for her, this isn't right! Steven should of kept his mouth shut.

"WoW" Spinel jibes. "WHAT A PLAN!!" She growls, teeth bared in a snarl.

"I turn off the Injector and the moment my back is turned- Bam! PrestO! Chango!! - Problem solved!!"

She leans forward, pointing a finger at Steven. "Well think again, you're not getting rid of me that easy!!" Her pinkie swirls around her hand, creating a horn as she blows into it, finger still pointing.

The injector moves instantly, coming down onto the area above Steven and everyone else. "Run for it!" One of them scream, everyone scattering as the Injector slams into the ground once again.

"Spinel!!" You yell, running through the dust clouds for her. You end up falling into a small crater, where steven was. You sit up immediately, coughing a little. "Steven! Where's-"

"I'm not letting you get one over on me! Steven Universe " A familiar voice hisses lowly, the dust clearing up to show Spinel's figure.

Steven sits up, balancing in his knees. "I wasn't going to wipe your memory Spinel!!" You nod, "He wasn't! Please believe me!"

She huffs, her shoulders rising as if to make herself bigger. "Y/n.... you expect me to believe you want me like this?!!" She yells, pointing at herself. You go to say yes when Garnet spoke up from over the ledge. "Steven? Y/n? Why are you fighting? Aren't we all friends?"

Spinel turns, her limbs stretching out to warp Garnet up. "Looks like we've still got an audience~ How about a front row seat?" She brings Garnet down by her side, staring at you and Steven. "Garnet!" He yells, the weapon in his hand.

Spinel smiles, slowly unwinding her arms from Garnet. "Y'know, this is pretty twisted but I'm a little flattered you liked the old me.."

She leans dramatically on the fusion's shoulder, "Innocent, loving- " She put her other arm on Garnets right shoulder, squeezing and leaning in cutely.

This made you jealous. Garnet getting to be in Spinel's hold while you sat on dirt.

"Stupid." She grimaced. Giving Steven a glare.

"If that's your thing," she places her hands on Garnet's shoulders once more.

Geez, what you would give to have her hands on your shoulders-

"Why dont you leave her like this?" She grins devilishly, one brow raised. You blush lightly at the expression, finding it really attractive- wait, now's not the time!! Ugh stupid brain!!! You shake your head to refocus.

Steven stands up and tightens his grip on the handle. "Get away from her"

"Oh, you're so protective of your real friends " She growls out in a low voice, arms wrapping back around Garnet in a tight hold. "And you're so careless with your fake ones!!"

You get up, standing to the side of Steven. He grits his teeth. "Stop it!!!"

She grins maniacally. "THEN STOP ME!!"

Yeah, stop you from hugging somebody so you can put your arms around me-

"You wanna attack me just admit it!! - or better yet, JUST TRY IT!" She looked crazy, her eyes were wide, and so was her smile.

It seemed like she wanted to be attacked.

"No!!" You yell, taking a step in front of Steven.

She puts her eyes on you, snarling. "Why not?!!"

"Because I lo- it's not the truth!!" You yell, yanking the weapon away from Steven and snapping it with your leg.

Garnet stares with wide eyes. "Truth...." Truth

She snaps Spinel off, staring down at her as she spoke. "I've known hardships and confusion, but love can make it through it all if you face the truth together!" After those words, her body was engulfed in light. Her memory!

"The final peice!" Steven said happily.

"No!!" Spinel yells, reaching behind her for a boulder, gripping it. "Don't you dare!!" She throws the boulder at Garnet, it breaking upon impact with her form.

Woah, that's some superb strength right there. Both from Garnet and Spinel. You stare in awe as Garnet's form changes, finally settling into her original form. "Oh, when a difficult day goes by. Keeping it together is harder that's why you've got to try, you got to try."

She leans down, helping you and Steven up. "And when there's a thundering storm outside, underneath the covers you huddle and hide. Open your eyes. Open your eyes."

You look over at Spinel, her expression softening.

Amethyst and Pearl peek their heads over, surprised to see Garnet. You smile, waving them down as they come and bring you into a group hug. "It's the truth. It's the true, it's the true kind of love. It's the true, it's the true, it's the true kind if love" You see Spinel grinding her teeth. Uh oh.

You back away in time as she launches herself at Garnet, her hands catching the Pink gems in time. "Stop, in the middle of fear and shame-"

Spinel could see her reflection in Garnet's shades. She grimaced at it. She's then thrown to the side. "Everybody's looking for someone to blame, like it okay."

Amethyst dodges Spinel's punch, Pearl grabbing her feet and swinging down at the gem, causing her to fly to a wall. You look at her in concern, hoping she's not hurt.

Her body sticks to the wall, about to launch when she makes eye contact with you. You shift and stare at her, a pleading in your eyes. She looks down sadly, giving one last look before she shakes her head and pushes off, aiming for Steven.

Garnet catches her foot just as Spinel was about to land a hit. Spinel was spun, her hands and feet both held by Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl.

She turns her head over to look at Garnet, catching you in her sight. She shakes her head, growling. Garnet releases her foot, catapulting Spinel into the Injector. She hit it with a thud, plopping off and swaying for a second before gritting her teeth, peering down at your small group and up at the top of the Injector.

..she was going to climb it, wasn't she?

She stretches her arms to the top, gripping the ledge and pulling herself up.

Steven goes to climb it, and you stick your arm out in front if him, giving him a blank stare.

"Y/n, I gotta go stop her!" He says, pushing against you. You put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him as he looked at you. "No. You've done enough Steven."

He sighs, "I didn't mean to say...."

You pat his shoulder "I know, I know. Just...let me do this, okay?"

He goes to protest when Garnet speaks up from behind. "Let her, Steven. Spinel trusts her more than any of us. They have a connection."

You blink, a light blush on your cheeks. Garnet always knew.

Steven nodded, backing away and giving you an awkward smile. You smile back in return, nodding your head to Garnet. "Thank you, Garnet. "

"Remember, love lives through it all."

"Love lives through it all...." you repeat, turning towards the injector as a bright light engulfed you. Steven and Garnet stare in wonder as the light faded, showing your new form.

Your back having grown a pair of shard wings, a beautiful Chromosome color that showcased ever single color from every angle.

"Wait, you're a gem-human?!!" Steven tells, eyes lighting up.

You giggle, winking as you shoot up from the ground and into the air. Hearing Steven yell "Awesome!!"

You fly to the top of the Injector, landing on it as you see Spinel with her back turned towards you.

"Spinel!!" You call, taking a step forward.

She turns and almost did a double take when she saw your wings. "Y/n...are you..."

"A gem-human? Yeah, always have been...I just didn't want everybody knowing..."

"Oh...well, why are you here, huh?"

"I want to talk to you, this...this needs to stop."

"Of course, you want to stop me- Well, what are ya waiting for? Hit me!!" She growls.

"No!!" You yell, eyes set on her.

She huffs, "Why not hmm? Too Chicken?!"

"I don't want to hit you Spinel, I care about you!!"

She snorts, "yyeaaaah, just like Pink said she did, and you know what she's done? Do you?"

"Yes, I do. You never deserved to have that happen to you. And I'm sorry it did. You don't deserve the things you went through"

"Damn right I don't!!! You think you can understand what I'm feeling right now??!"

"Yes, I can...."

"Bullshit!!!" She yells, slamming her fists onto the floor below her, causing the whole platform to shake.

You wobble a bit, catching your balance after a minute.

"Do you think she wanted me?! Do you think anybody wants me? Because I wasn't good enough for her!! I'm not good enough!! And now, I'M NOT GOOD AT ALL!!"

She slams again, this time a crater formed and you both were In it. You stand up, a fire in your eyes.

"I want you!!! Spinel!! You're perfect the way you are!!" You yell. She snarled, clenching her fists. "No!! I am not!! You're just saying that!!!"

"No, I'm telling the truth!! You are perfect in every way, shape, and form!!" You try to get closer to her.

She squeezes her eyes shut. "stop....stop saying that!! YOU DON'T WANT ME!! YOU DON'T....."

She turns her head away from you.

"Spinel!!!" You say, wanting her attention. She doesn't respond, head still turned away from you.

You breathe in, heart pounding as you yell "Can't you see!? i LOVE YOU!!!"

Silence.

Her eyes widen as they snap over to you. "I love you with all my heart!! Just please...i.." Your voice cracked, eyes tearing up.

You're tackled in a hug, your back hitting the ground. Spinel's arms wind around you, her eyes staring into yours with affection. "Y/n i... I love you too. More than you know." She says, her hand cupping your cheek, eyes watery. She..she loves you back. SHE LOVES YOU BACK!!

You cup her face with both of your hands, bringing her mouth to yours in a loving kiss. She melts, cupping your face as you did to hers, both of you blushing fiercely. You both were desperate for touch, and now you had it. Spinel moves one of her hands to the back of your head, tangling her hands in your hair. She pushes your head closer, deepening the kiss. You blushed more, loving the way she held you.

This lasted for a few more minutes before you pulled away for air, Spinel sitting up with you in her lap. Her face dark from the huge blush she had. Both of you sat their baking in each other's presence and warmth. You could stay like this forever....

Oh wait-

"Hey...um, Spinel?"

"Yes, Doll?" She replies, staring down at you.

"Can we go back down? The earth is sorta dying right now..."

Realization smacks her in the face. "Oh!!! Yup! Let's do that"

She picks you up, walking over to the ledge. "Oh! You don't have to carry me" You say, smiling shyly.

"Mmm, But I want to~ I like having my princess in my arms!" She says, wriggling her eyebrows at you. You giggle, blushing as you buried your face in her chest.

She smirks, gripping on to you tighter as she squats down. "Hold on tight!" You put your arms around her neck, squealing as she launches into the air, landing on the ground quickly. She chuckles at your squeal, finally putting you down. You sway for a second, Spinel's hand on your waist to secure you.

"Now, watch this~" She says, her pinkie finger wrapping around to make a big horn, blowing into it.

Once she did, the Injector lifted up out of the ground, no longer poisoning the earth.

You can hear everyone behind you, cheering. "Yay!!"

Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Steve walked up to you. "Y/n!!" He laughs, giving you a hug. You giggle, returning it and hugging everybody else.

Spinel watches with a smile, becoming even happier when you walked back to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Everything will be okay.

Everything is alright, now that you're by her side.

And knowing that you're hers, made her worry no more.

With you, anything can be possible.

Notes: WOOO I TOOK TOO LONG ON THIS. like, I made a lot of food breaks...hehe.

I'm a foodie~

[softieunnie]

It Doesn't Matter

pairings: han seungwoo x reader

genre: romance, fluff, bestfriends turned into lovers

warnings: none

word count: 1601 words

It didn't matter that a lot of girls were after your bestfriend. It didn't matter that he dated a lot of girls despite of you being there. It didn't matter that he was super tall and then there was you, smol as a bean. What mattered was, he was your best friend, he may not be your boyfriend — something you dreamt of, and that's what is important.

You had someone constant in your life and that was enough.

"Honey, wake up," your mother said as she pulled your blanket away from you. You grumbled as you bury your head further into your pillow if that was possible.

You were sure it was a weekend so you didn't know why your mother was waking you up early. "Leave me alone," you huffed, curling into your bed. You were determined to go back to sleep whether you had a blanket or not. You were too tired to function anyway.

"I think I'm a good person. I don't know why I have a daughter as stubborn as you! I've been waking you up a lot of times already. Seungwoo is outside. He said you agreed on getting breakfast this morning!" Your mom started ranting and honestly it wasn't something new. It was an everyday scenario. Nothing registered much in your brain except for the name Seungwoo.

Your eyes widened in surprise and in recognition. How can you forget? Every Saturday of the month, you both agreed to take breakfast. It was like a tradition. No matter how busy you both were, you tried to catch up.

It was way easier before when you were still neighbors. You always slept in his room or vice versa. It didn't matter that you were a girl. He only saw you as a brother (although it was funny because you were a girl) and nothing more.

"Holy shit!" You sat up as you remembered your plans for today. It was so quick that you got dizzy for a moment.

"Language!" Your mother reprimanded. "Now go get ready, I'll tell him that you're already up," she said as she folded your blanket and left it at the foot of the bed. She closed the door as she walked out.

It's been two weeks since you saw him. You were so caught up in school that you were not able to include him in your schedule. You were supposed to make it up to him today.

"Fucking hell," you mumbled to yourself as you dashed straight into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then as quick as lightning, you put on the first set of clothes you saw.

For sure you were getting a lot of side comments from Seungwoo for wearing a dress but you didn't care. You were running late already.

You blow dry your hair before putting it up in a ponytail and applied minimal make-up. For once, you wanted to look nice. Not like it was a date or anything, psh.

"I'm really sorry!" You shouted as you walked out your room and saw that Seungwoo was already there, patiently waiting for you as always. Truth be told, he has been waiting for an hour already. You were difficult to wake up so he understood. He also understood why you couldn't meet him because you were graduating from highschool already and he was just as busy in the university, being 2 years older than you, but he'd find time for you. Always.

Seungwoo looked at you briefly before a blush crept on his cheeks. You raised your eyebrows but he was already looking away. It wasn't his first time to see you wearing a dress but you weren't always wearing one so it was a pleasant suprise for him. He thought you looked pretty but he was too shy to admit it anyway.

"Thank you so much, eomma. I'll see you later when I drop y/n home," Seungwoo flashed your mom a bright smile before starting to walk out the door. He addressed your mom as his mom since you were always together.

"Bye ma! I'll text you," you hugged your mom quickly before following him outside.

"Seungwoo, I'm really sorry. I was so tired, I forgot to put on the alarm," you apologized as you tried to keep up with his pace. Since he was tall, he had long strides and you had to walk twice as fast in order to catch up with him.

He only shrugged his shoulders in response. You knew he wasn't really mad. He rarely got mad. But it still made you feel bad.

Once you reached the cafe in silence, you ordered your drinks first before you sat in your usual table which was beside the huge window which gave you the opportunity to see different people passing by.

Seungwoo wasn't speaking, still. As you got up to get your drinks, you placed them on the table and went back to your seat in front of him.

"I'm sorry, no excuses. I wasn't able to meet you for the past two weeks and now I forgot about it. I overslept," you weren't able to look at him in the eyes because you felt guilty, so you bowed your head down and looked at your fingers instead.

He couldn't bear to see you sad so he sighed, "I'm sorry as well. It's just that I really missed you," he frowned.

You looked up at him, smiling a bit. "I missed you, too. I swear I'll make it up to you today."

For the first time today, he flashed a genuine smile. The kind of smile where his dimples would show. "So tell me about your preparations for your upcoming graduation."

And so that's how the rest of your morning went. You talking about your plans for graduation and him telling his adventures in his new university.

You didn't think he noticed but he did. The way you would space out because you felt like you were getting lost in his eyes. Or the way you would unconsciously smile when you hear his laugh. The way your eyes would fleet towards his lips whenever he'd smile or laugh at something stupid you said.

It made his heart race like a fool. He was dumb to date other girls. He thought he only loved you like a sister. But during his time away in the university, he realized he just couldn't like any other girls anymore. You were the one for him and he wanted to be sure of his feelings before he made a move.

"Smile for me, captain!" You exclaimed before pulling out your camera and taking a quick photo of Seungwoo.

You spent the whole day together. In the cafe, in the arcade, you ate lunch in the small restaurant in town that served spicy Thai dishes. By the end of the day, you were supposed to eat dinner in your house.

Whenever you were with him, it felt like time was passing by quickly. You wanted it to stop but it couldn't.

Seungwoo walked you home. He always did.

"Thank you for today, captain. I really missed you. Now go home before it gets too late," you smiled up at him as you approached your gate.

He seemed hesitant and super out of it so you asked if he was okay. He paced a few steps forward and then back. It was now or never.

"Listen... y/n, I know this may sound sudden. And I think this will freak you out. But I've been thinking about this a lot. I thought I just missed you when I didn't see you for a while but I guess I've been misreading my feelings..." he trailed off, not being able to look at you.

Your heart started beating faster. You had an idea about where this was going to. But you needed to hear it from him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I like you. Not just as my sister or as my bestfriend. But as a woman. You're the one for me. And I'm not asking for an answer. I'd get it if you would say no,"

"Agreeing to this puts our friendship at risk. There's no guarantee and I can't promise that we'll work out. But what I can promise is, I'm going to try. We're going to try. I guess if you like me back. If not, I completely understand. You're very important to me and I don't think I can stand it if I'll see you with another guy who's not me," he started talking really fast, a habit of his when he gets really nervous. It was a good thing you heard and understood what he was saying.

You tapped your cheeks a couple of times, to make sure you were awake and not dreaming. You blushed so hard you were sure you looked like a tomato.

"So what do you say?" He asked as he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks warming up as well.

"What do you think? You talk too much, Han Seungwoo," you grinned as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You were atleast 5'4" in height and so when the two of you hugged, you were just at his chest level.

You felt him exhale a breath of relief when you hugged him. As a reply, he wrapped his arms around you and felt him kiss the top of your head.

It was indeed a big step to take, but Seungwoo was worth all of the what-ifs and and risks.

You were finally home.

[vinylhazza]

hii i love your concepts!!! could you write something about either y/n being deaf or about y/n and ethan or graysons child being deaf? i have this scene in my head that y/n is at a family party of theirs and someone tries talking to her or maybe the moment they get their hearing aids and hear for the first time? i think its a really cute concept; theyd deal really well with a disabled gf especially since we saw how they are with molly :)

grayson didn’t see it as something wrong with you. he didn’t see it has something that was holding you back - even your relationship back. in fact, it actually brought you closer. your strength to overcome such a big hurdle with this grace and confidence was something he couldn’t ever forget about. you had the boy hooked, absolutely infatuated almost instantly.

he had to think of all of the ways to get inside your heart with so many other acts of devotion. it pushed him to know you inside and out. his heart started fluttering not over small minuscule things but over the graceful movement of your hands when you would sign. the way you would speak every word along with the motions as if he would have trouble understanding. the way words seemed...unnecessary when you were with each other. with a look into your eyes he would understand. you were connected, and you’d never felt that with anyone since you lost your hearing. everyone always struggled...but not him. he was smitten quite quickly. but now his heart was full of fiery love. it wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before, but it drove him crazy how head over heels he was for you.

he adored that everything in the relationship was authentic. you had a different way of looking at the world and chose to share that with he and ethan daily and teach them new ways to appreciate the world around him. you opened his eyes to another side of his heart. but he wanted to give you something back...but what? in your eyes, just him giving you is undecided attention and trusting you with his heart was enough. the fact that he tried to hard to make sure you always felt normal and included was enough. the way he kissed your eyelids every night before bed was enough. the way he taught you how fucking amazing the sexual side of life could be was enough.

it was something you never opened up about because who would understand? it was embarrassing enough that you had to put forth so much effort to do every day tasks, but then he knew that no one had ever shown you what it was like to feel touched. you just wanted to hear his voice, you knew it would be just as beautiful as his body and his kind heart. just feeling the vibrations while you’re laying against his chest makes you shiver even if you can’t hear it.

you had lost your hearing at 15 and spent so long trying to adapt to your new way of life that you honestly forgot about the whole dating thing...until grayson. the sudden life change took you off the market in its entirety. but then grayson fucking dolan had to come in and make it impossible for you to not love him. he was honestly the only man that you fell hard for. i mean hard.

it was interesting that he went through so much to chase after you even when you repeatedly turned him down countless times - with your own fear that he would figure out it is actually something that will be a major factor in the relaitonship. but he was persistent. everytime he looked at you...it was like this fire erupted in you. you couldn’t take that heat one night when he leaned in just slightly, staring at your lips intently, longingly. you had been the one to smash them together, closing your eyes and letting every hightened sense take the lead in your motions. slow, fluid, passionate, unmatched. the feeling of his hands reaching up to cup your face to keep you in place as he worked at your lips almsot had you convinced you were in a dream. there is no way he’s this perfect. it had been electric, and you knew right then that...you were inevitably in fucking mushy, gag worthy, love woth grayson bailey dolan.

he made it a point everyday to try make things as easy as he could for you with his crazy lifestyle. it was actually easier than either of you thought. you clicked like puzzle pieces. you even started appearing in the videos. at first you refrained from signing in case it was annoying for the viewers because you could talk quite fine, but grayson had shut that down real quick. he assured you it was okay to be yourself, that you never have to hide your light and uniqueness from anyone.

the day he suprised you in his bedroom one evening was one day you’d never forget. he had been taking classes to practice more with signing, an online class where he could live chat with an instructor and make sure he could actually have fluid conversations. once he was fully equipped and practiced enough, he was ready to surprise her.

he had sat through many conversations and breakdown sessions about your lack of hearing. kissed your head when you expressed your longing to finally hear his voice, hear your mother’s voice, hear your favorite song again. you had a doctors appointed to check and see if you could get hearing aids to hear for the first time since you were 15. the doctor had told you that you were a perfect candidate, but unfortunately you didn’t have the money to go through with it.

grayson had walked into your room, scaring you only slightly when he grabbed the book you were invested in out of your hands and tilting your chin to look up at him.

then he started signing.

really fluid hand motions, explaining that he had been practicing to surprise you, take classes, and had a surprise for you. you are looking at him in awe, grinning dreamily up at the man that God decided to send to you for reasons unknown to you. he was mouthing along, eyes tearing up when you started to cry, gentle rocks of your shoulders letting him know that not only were you impressed and thankful, but happy that he would do that for you. that he really loved you enough to jump headfirst into the lifestyle.

but what really got you was him explaining that he had set up a doctors appointment for your hearing aids. he would pay for the entire things, down to the very dime, just to make his loves dream come true. he was going to fly your mom in to come to the appointment, so you could hear her on the same day. all of the people you loved would be there - and he would be holding your hand the whole time.

you broke down into a series of sobs, jumping from the bed to hook your legs around his waist, burying your face into his neck as he rocked you back and forth, rubbing circles into your back to sooth you through this moment...you would finally get to hear him say i love you. after all this time...you would finally hear his voice speaking to you. you would finally hear ethan, who you are sure will crack a joke about the whole situation, in a kind hearted way of course. and you will finally be able to hear your parents voice for the first time since your teen years...this is almost too good to be true.

this man has given you a gift so sacred, so cherished by you and it hasn’t even happened yet. he explains it will be next week on tuesday. the appointment will be at 1pm, just enough time to pick up your parents from the airport.

you hope all goes well, and you cry once more just thinking of finally hearing the love of your life speak to you for the very first time.

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part 2?