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somethingpoetichere · 4 years ago

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lovebug- caliban imagine

sup. fic inspired by my favorite song in THE world. not as soft mushy as it may sound I promise caliban is a nice lil sarcastic SHIT with a big ole crush. mild sabrina bashing but its funny in context and I think it’s the way family behaves. reader is a Spellman, not a witch but DOES know about the supernatural/is part of the supernatural world. here with my once in a blue moon post lol. feedback would be appreciated!

called her for the first time yesterday

finally found the missing part of me

felt so close but you were far away

left me without anything to say

Caliban was not an idiot- he knew not to underestimate the Spellman half-witch that had gone and declared herself queen of hell. So he’d taken the liberty of learning everything he could about her, noting her habits and schedule and the people she surrounded herself with.

And then he found you.

You weren’t a witch- at least, he hadn’t found your name in his diligent searching through the Book of the Beast- but you were something. That he was sure of. There was something slightly off about your presence, tinged a little glittery, though not altogether unpleasant.

No, not unpleasant at all, he mused as he watched you make your way towards your car. Tucked into a little yellow sundress, you stood out like a ray of sunshine in the wave of doom-and-gloom that hallmarked high school. The school bell rang out behind you, and Caliban felt his knees go disgustingly weak as you smiled brilliantly at Sabrina through the crowd.

It was a stupid, stupid decision that Caliban would never have made in the right state of mind, but he reasoned that pissing off Sabrina was validation enough to get your attention. He ducked into your path on purpose, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he gently bumped into you. oops.

You collided with a solid wall, books tumbling out of your hands as strong arms reached out to steady you. You let out a surprised yelp at the collision, peeking up curiously as the wall you’d hit laughed.

Oh, well that was a sight for sore eyes.

The golden haired stranger holding you was, well, gorgeous. Bright blue eyes peered down at you as he grinned, and you felt the whole world shutter around you. You’d definitely been watching too many soap operas with your auntie, but goddamn it if you weren't positively putty.

“Hi there, stranger.” You giggled nervously, and Caliban suddenly remembered he’d had his arms around you for far too long to be acceptable. He reluctantly retreated, feeling something claw a little uncomfortably in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He apologized, moving to pick up your books as you bent down to retrieve them. He ran a hand through his hair in barely concealed bashfulness, unsure of why he felt so... unsettled, all of a sudden.

“It’s alright, my head was in the clouds.” You waved off his apology, accepting the books he offered you with a grateful smile. “Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“He’s new here!” Sabrina’s shrill voice interrupted, training her icy glare on Caliban, who fought back a smirk. “This is Caliban- he’s from... Australia! Yeah, down under!”

“Oh, I can show you around tomorrow! I know how scary it can be to be new here.” You patted his arm sympathetically, ignoring Sabrina’s stream of indignant protests. “I was with student council all day. If you’re a senior, we probably have most of the same classes.”

Caliban had shit to do. Caliban had trials to plan and souls to torture. But you were looking at him- all warmth and sunshine, and Sabrina’s look of pure horror only sweetened the deal.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, sunshine.”

so worth it.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban didn't understand why the mortals all bemoaned high school as hell on earth. It certainly wasn't so bad once you got past the wave of body spray and the questionable cafeteria food. In fact, darting to class with a pretty girl beside him was pretty enjoyable, all things considered.

You’d spent the day introducing him to the other students, passing him silly notes in class, and had even tugged him from the lunch room to hang out with your friends in the library. He learned that you pretty much did it all- student council, cheerleader, top of your class- all while managing to somehow know the name of everyone you passed with a smile in the halls. You were silly and sweet— smart as all hell with a wit that certainly kept the clay prince on his toes.

and he was smitten.

The groan that escaped your painted lips was delightfully sinful as you slumped in the seat beside him in english class. “I hate Romeo and Juliet. How do two people fall in love in a few days anyhow? And Mrs. Willows always makes us reenact the scenes, and it’s so corny.” The blush that colored your cheeks as he looked at you in concern was something he did his best to commit to memory- cheesiness be damned, Caliban was enjoying himself far too much.

Caliban smirked, skimming through the booklet he’d been passed as the teacher droned. The prince of hell had a certain flare for the dramatics, and Sabrina’s glare burning into the back of his head only fueled his antics. He had one scene in mind, and it was the scene that was certain to kill four birds with one stone- totally make you fall in love with him, he would somehow manage to kiss you (that part was a work in progress), piss off Sabrina, and also- piss off Sabrina.

And kiss you. So maybe five parts. Damn it, Caliban was going to have to make a list.

“Partners?” He whispered softly, gently tugging at your hand as the teacher sat back down. Caliban’s eyes were alight with a tinge of mischief that you either failed to notice or were simply amused by- and your answering nod was more than a little bashful. “We can do my favorite scene.”

“If you say the first kiss scene, I’m punching the daylights out of you.” You warned, playfully nudging his knee with your own. “It will be unkind and I will not feel bad.”

“My lady wounds me.” He dramatically rested his hand above his heart. “And we absolutely have to do this scene-” He raised his hand to silence your half-hearted protests- “because Billy told the guys in calculus that he was specifically going to be pissed if we did this scene.”

Okay, so maybe he’d stretched the truth a little bit. But Caliban knew that the mention of your seedy ex-boyfriend (who you’d enlightened him about during lunch) would absolutely get you to agree to the scene. And it wasn't like he’d lied— Billy Marlin’s glare was nearly as icy as Sabrina’s. And, it wasn't like the way Billy looked at you- with something akin to possession in his eyes- totally made Caliban want to fast track the kid to damnation right then and there. Nope.

“We can meet up later today to practice? I have cheerleading practice after school, but I’m free after that!” You grinned at him, and he felt the tension ease out of his shoulders as you rested your hand on his arm. The gesture was so effortless- but to Caliban, who’d never really experienced connection like this- you reduced him to all but clay again.

“I can drive you home after practice?” Caliban offered, enjoying the yelp that Sabrina let out from the back of the classroom. He shouldered your bag as the bell sounded, noting the way your eyes softened even further at the gesture. “We don't really have cheerleaders down under, you know.”

“You’re welcome to stay and watch.” You shrugged, ignoring the way your heart thudded erratically as he walked you to the locker room. “It won’t be too long today, and Sabrina has a date with Nick after, anyways.”

it was really just too easy.

i can't get your smile out of my mind

i think about your eyes all the time

you're beautiful but you don't even try

(you don't even, don't even try)

modesty is just so hard to find

Caliban wasn’t sure if he regretted his earlier offer. Sure, the sight of you tucked into the tight cheerleading uniform (did they make them that short on purpose?) was pretty much the pinnacle of male fantasy, and the smiles and winks you’d thrown his way whenever he caught your eye during your routines were something else altogether.

But getting the sight out of his brain as you rambled aimlessly in the car about today’s chapters of Dante’s Inferno, while he simultaneously tried to focus on the road and definitely not the way your skirt hitched on the leather seat...

Yeah, Caliban was pretty sure he was in love.

You weren’t too far off, in all honesty. Caliban’s large hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and you took the time to admire further up his toned arms as he drove. His hair fell in loose, windswept waves, and his side profile looked like it was sculpted by the freaking gods. Every so often he would glance your way, his perfect lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth and perfect smile and gods-

Yeah, you had the lovebug bad.

“So how did you meet Sabrina?” You questioned innocently enough, and Caliban had to restrain the urge to spill all of the hell-related gossip to you. How Sabrina had managed to keep all of her throne-seeking from you was beyond him, but it certainly added a thrill to his pursuit of you.

“I had some administrative issues the other day and ran into her. She doesn’t like me too much, I’ve gathered.” Caliban was careful not to lie- his entanglement with you had the added perk of pissing off your dearest cousin, but it was genuine on Caliban’s end. He found he didn’t really want to lie about things.

“Sabrina is... touchy.” You offered carefully, shifting in your seat as you pointed out directions to your home. “I don’t really understand why she doesn't like you, to be honest. I was actually going to have a word with her about being nice- you’ve been so sweet, and I was the new kid too a few years back. It's hard to find your place in the established dynamic of a small town.”

Caliban doubted you’d had too much of an issue, with the way the halls seemed to light up around you, but the accompanying smile you gave him was bright enough to soothe his imagined woes. “It’s alright, I reckon she’ll get used to having me around.”

“Used to you?” You mused with a giggle, leaning on the console in a gesture that brought your face much, much closer to his own. He was overwhelmed with your floral scent- something soft and summery and altogether you.

“I plan on being around you a lot, sunshine. If you don’t mind.” He grinned, turning to face you momentarily at the stop sign. Your eyes were wide with hardly concealed surprise at his words, and he watched the realization of the close proximity of his face flicker through them.

It happened so fast that Caliban was almost certain he imagined it- but your eyes had definitely glanced at his lips. The blush that tinged your cheeks as you pulled back confirmed it, and in a moment of calculated risk, Caliban moved to rest his hand on your exposed thigh.

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

If Caliban squinted, he could almost picture that he was a normal teenage boy, driving a beautiful, normal girl home from school. The sinking sun was peeking through the windows, bathing you in an ethereal glow, and - at least for right now- everything was perfect.

you were perfect.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban draped himself across your bed, a languid smirk on his lips as you kicked haphazardly placed piles of clothes into your closet.

“I promise I’m not usually this messy,” you apologized with a sheepish smile, shoving a mass of shoes under your bed, “okay, that's a lie. I’m always this messy, I just didn’t expect company.”

Caliban hardly minded. It was adorable how embarrassed you were, and he took the time to take in your bedroom (drawn from his reverie only by the occasional delighted shout when you found a shirt you’d thought had been sacrificed to the laundry gods, or worse, Sabrina’s room).

The first thing Caliban noticed was the books. While your clothes lay in scattered piles, all of your books were meticulously organized and lovingly tucked into shelves that took up an entire wall of the room. Sabrina may have answered that Caliban’s only hobby was torturing babies (or her, which was the same thing, really— and also, what the hell? Caliban may have enjoyed the occasional soul flaying, but only when it was well deserved!)— but Caliban loved to read.

What was one lifetime in one world, when he could learn of a thousand others in just as many universes? Immortality could grow dull, and eternity had to be spent somehow. Caliban tried not to smile as you precariously placed the book that had found its way onto your nightstand back into its place, and supposed that it might be far more enjoyable with someone else.

You seemed satisfied with your damage control, and slumped onto the bed dramatically with a groan. It was then that Caliban’s hand found a stray victim of your clothing massacre.

“Nice.” He grinned, and you peeked up from your playbook to find him dangling a pink lace bra.

Shit.

“Give me that!” You lunged, but Caliban was too fast. He quickly moved them from your reach, laughing wildly as you wrestled him desperately for the bra.

“You are the worst.” A groan escaped you, and you huffed in fake-defeat as Caliban smirked victoriously at your retreat. You leaped at the chance, tackling Caliban with all your might. While momentarily surprised, he reacted quickly and shifted so that he was now pinning you to the bed, his hair dangling wildly in your face as you both laughed.

Caliban’s face was so close that you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips, but in the seconds it took for you to find your voice again, you’d lost your nerve.

“We should get back to the scene.”

The moment was broken, and Caliban retreated with a bashful look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and moved to sit across from you, his cheeks tinted a little red as he politely handed you back your intimates and pretended to shield his eyes when you tossed it somewhere. You’d never been so freaking embarrassed in your life, but Caliban was smiling so softly at you, like you were—

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He motioned around with his hands dramatically, tone playful and light.

You were so dead. Caliban was freaking made for this romantic swooning nonsense that you’d tried to protest nearly the whole ride home, Billy Marlin be damned.

Giggling nervously in what you hoped seemed scene-appropriate, you tried your best to forget being a horny teenager to instead play a horny teenager. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

Caliban’s voice lowered, a smile still tugging at his lips as he took your hands in his own. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim.” Your own voice softened in turn as Caliban began to trace mindless patterns on the backs of your hands with his thumbs, “lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Caliban’s eyes were soft, and you imagined that Shakespeare had pictured the man in front of you when putting the words to paper. The words fell so naturally from his lips and he seemed engrossed in the scene— he was, for lack of a better word, enchanting.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” Your voice was hardly more than a breathless whisper, the proximity of your faces and the intimacy (however imagined) stealing the air from your lungs.

Caliban paused, his eyes meeting yours intently as if searching for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as he took your face in both of his hands.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

It was all too much. You could hardly be blamed for kissing him as fiercely as you did.

It was like fireworks, like every cheesy romance novel and play (cough, Romeo and Juliet) claimed it would be. You’d had plenty of kisses before, but never one that melted your brain like this. You forgot all about the scene, about how not real this was supposed to be as your hands tangled in his windswept hair and he pulled you onto his lap.

It was Caliban who first pulled away, only just so that your noses were touching. He was breathing heavily, eyes blown wide— and you felt your whole face turn red as reality consumed you again. “I am so sorry, I’ll just—”

“Where do you think you’re going, Juliet?” Caliban’s hands firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from moving away. His fingers thumbed the band of your skirt, and his next words were a whisper against your lips.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

kissed her for the first time yesterday

everything i wished that it would be

suddenly i forgot how to speak

hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?

Caliban was in love. He’d spent the next three weeks with you reciting Romeo and Juliet, sharing shakes at Dr. Cerberus, and tugging you into empty classroom and closets at every opportunity to kiss you senseless. Every moment not spent with you was at least somewhat occupied by the thought of you, and Caliban found he wasn’t the least bit upset about it.

And Sabrina was pissed.

If she’d hated him before, she positively loathed him now. It was the latest point of contention between yourself and your darling cousin, who’d you taken to threatening with various kitchen utensils and promises to tell the aunties she’d been sneaking out to make her behave. And Caliban, for his part, was perfectly polite— even though he still had every intention of taking the throne from the inexperienced witch who promised to destroy the balance of heaven and hell.

Which presented Caliban��s own latest dilemma. He was going to have to tell you eventually— and in a way that didn't make you totally hate him. He had a plan. Okay, maybe a skeletal plan. Or no plan. Yeah, Caliban was going to wing it.

After today. He just had to make it through your reenactment of Romeo and Juliet with no demonic catastrophes or maiming Blly, and then he would tell you everything.

But even that was too much to ask.

Sabrina burst through the english classroom doors, yelling in barely concealed panic that there was a BIG problem and the principal needed Caliban now.

Caliban moved to leave with an apologetic smile in your direction, which you were absolutely not having. Despite your current frustration with Sabrina, she looked downright terrified, and you were both concerned for your cousin and overwhelmed with a gut feeling that something was up.

After a few moments, you excused yourself to use the restroom.

You hauled ass to the gym, where the screaming sounded to be coming from. When you entered, you were met with the strangest sight.

The gym was filled with winged... rats? And at the center of the chaos was Sabrina and Caliban, back to back and armed with what appeared to be lacrosse sticks. Caliban’s shirt was tattered from the rats, and you took a fraction of a second to banish the completely innappropriate and untimely thoughts from your head.

“And no one thought to call me?” You shouted angrily through the swarm, snagging a baseball bat from the rack and smacking it around with reckless abandon. Caliban hooted, laughing loudly as you took your place beside them. Rats tore at your clothes, but you were more frustrated that Sabrina had called your boyfriend (or whatever he was) over you.

“Why did you get Caliban! I was right there! Is there something wrong with you? Were you dropped on the head as a child? He’s not even from here Sabrina, he has no idea what-”

“For hell’s sake, he’s not the new kid! He’s not even from Australia! He’s a stupid clay prince from hell who is trying to take my throne and raze humanity, and his stupid plague king sent these after me, and now he’s dating you!” Sabrina spat out the word dating as if it was even more disgusting than the winged vermin tearing at your clothes.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?”

You were no less frustrated when Sabrina revealed her trek to hell and the all ensuing madness she’d partaken in, but you remained calm enough to not turn the bat on her clearly empty skull.

“And you’re the clay prince of hell... challenging her throne?” You questioned with a sharp glance at Caliban, who nodded reluctantly as he swatted a rat hurtling towards you.

“Do you even have a driver’s license!” You screamed, waving your baseball bat around wildly.

“I’m a demon prince of hell made out of clay, and you’re worried about if I can legally drive?” Caliban shouted back in astonishment through the wave of shrieking rats. The lacrosse stick he’d snagged was surprisingly effective.

“I was getting to that part, thank you for reminding me!” You hissed, debating whether to smash his face in with the bat. “How about we start with how you completely lied to me, and how our whole relationship or whatever it is a lie! Were you ever going to tell me? Or was this all part of some throne grab?”

“It wasn’t a lie!” Caliban demanded hotly. “You were not a lie!”

“Really!” You whirled on him, eyes alight with anger. “Because I sure feel like one!”

The rats numbers were dwindling rapidly, and you smacked the last one heading towards you directly at Caliban’s face. It collided with a satisfying shriek, and you threw your bat down as you stormed out of the gym.

Sabrina and Caliban rushed after you, but you’d disappeared in the hall.

now i'm, yeah, oh!

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

now i'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)

love bug again

You’d remained collected until you’d transported into the middle of the living room, collapsing into auntie Hilda’s arms in a puddle of tears as you told her everything. She’d muttered a stream of ancient curses about Sabrina, but beyond that merely smoothed your hair and told you that all boys were awful— especially demonic princes of hell.

“I hate him.” You glared half-heartedly into your cup of steaming peppermint tea. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Falling blindly in love with a stranger who had only sought you out for some elaborate game with Sabrina. Screw Caliban and his perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect— “I want to bash his face in.”

“No you don't, love.” Hilda smiled knowingly. “You’re angry, yes— and hurt. But you care for the boy. I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been these last few days. I think you ought to cool down and hear what he has to say.”

“I never want to talk to him again.” You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “I’d rather die.”

And because the universe was truly conspiring against you, a knock sounded at the door.

“Well, best get over that quick.” Hilda warned, ignoring your stream of indignant protests as she hustled to the door.

“Caliban! Yes, do come in love. Oh, yes, we will be having a little chat later, but for now I think it’s my niece you must be speaking to.” Hilda’s cheerful voice trailed in from the foyer, and you jumped up to make a break for it.

You were halted by a familiar pair of strong arms tugging you back by the waist.

“Get off of me!” You shouted, pushing Caliban away harshly and ignoring the warmth that lingered where he’d touched you. “I want my baseball bat. Somebody get me my baseball bat! I’m going to bash your stupid pretty face in you asshole—”

“Five minutes.” Caliban pleaded desperately, “just give me a five minutes to explain, and then I’ll give you back the baseball bat to bash my face in, okay?”

You considered his offer for a moment, swallowing the sob crawling its way up your throat as you nodded reluctantly. If it made him leave faster, you’d do anything.

His shoulder sagged in barely concealed relief. “Okay. I am Caliban, Prince of Hell. I am not from Australia, clearly, and am not a transfer student. I am trying to take your cousin’s throne. She does not understand the realm of the damned— she thinks it needs to be generous, rather than a fair judgment of life. I am not her father, and I do not believe in reckless or cruel damnation. I do not wish any harm on Sabrina, and I’ve managed to keep the worst of the plague kings from her. Even if you were to reject me now, I would continue to try to protect her— you have my word.” Caliban paused as you released a breath you did not know you were holding. Your eyes finally dared to meet his, and you nodded for him to continue.

“I agreed to attend Greendale because yes, it did piss off Sabrina, but you were there.” He raised his hand to halt your protest. “You intrigued me, and I wanted to know you better. I will be fully honest that it had the added bonus of irritating your cousin, who I so delight in irritating, but my primary focus was you. You... enchanted me. I had never found myself so invested in anything before as I was in spending mundane days at high school— of all things— with you. Truthfully, it confused even me at first. And while the past you knew is false, I am real— and my feelings for you are true.”

“That is such bullshit, and you know it!” You exploded furiously, smacking his chest with untamed rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Who agrees to go to high school because they like a girl? Are you unhinged? Who doesn't just ask someone out if they were so interested, huh? No, you came here with your stupidly perfect little ‘oh I’m Caliban, and I’m so dreamy’ act, knowing full well that it would make me completely abandon all rationality. Well guess what, I did! I fell stupid head over heels for you, and it was all one big lie.”

Your voice broke on the last few words, anger shifting to broken sadness as you continued to pound relentlessly on his chest. “I was a lie.”

He caught your hands, holding them against his chest as he pressed you against the wall. “You weren't a lie, Spellman.”

His words were breathless whisper, his beautiful eyes pained and desperate as he gripped your hands harder. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I enrolled in high school because you smiled at me. I learned every line of Romeo and Juliet to recite them to you. When we first met, you wondered how Romeo and Juliet could possibly fall in love after a mere few days, but I understand it now. I have never been driven so completely insane by anything or anyone like this before. The power you have over me is unmatched. I am completely and wholly yours. If you were to ask me right now to leave, to never bother you again, I would leave my heart with you and spend my eternity in endless sorrow. I would think forever of the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me, how soft your hair felt in my hands, and how my heart raced every time you laughed. I would never forgive myself for the pain I had caused you, and you would haunt me every day, every waking moment, every dream.”

Caliban moved your hands to his lips, nearly kissing them as he pleaded to you with tears in his beautiful eyes. You were motionless, turned to stone by his heavy gaze.

“So please, don’t become my specter. If I am a stranger to you now, let me make you fall for me all over again. I would do it a thousand times, if you'd let me. I could think of no sweeter way to spend my eternity.”

When you’d thought that Shakespeare had been imagining Caliban when he wrote, you’d been wrong. There was no poetry, no book, no lyric that could possibly compare to the way he spoke to you— the way his eyes so desperately tried to convey his anguish.

You removed your hands from his, and his whole face seemed to shatter.

“You’re not a stranger,” you muttered softly, moving to take his face your hands. His face remained guarded, but he leaned instinctively into your touch. “You’re Caliban.”

When you kissed him, it was like falling in love all over again.

And you supposed you did.

“But we are having a long, long talk about everything.” You warned as you pulled back, poking his chest sharply as he nodded profusely. “And if you ever, ever lie to me again, I’ll set something worse than flying rats on you. I’ll let Sabrina have you.”

Caliban laughed wildly, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you over and over again in sheer relief and joy. “I love you, Spellman. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I just want you, clay boy.”

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anonymous0writer · 4 years ago

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Saving You III JJ Maybank

Part Two: Toeing the Line

Author: @anonymous0writer

Summary: You and JJ had been best friends for as long as you lived. But the feelings that would change your status haven’t been said. Will the words ever be said?

Warnings: Parental abuse/abuse, (more in detail..) swearing.. Going into detail about emotions? I don’t know...

A/N: This one is really long bc I went back to edit and added a shit tom of detail and angst ig. Also, I tried to edit it the best I could.. Anyway, I really like this series, and I’m gonna be so sad when its done even though I’m on the second part, lol.

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There was something in the air. Maybe it was the tang of rain just before it hit. Or maybe it was the way the clouds looked a little darker than the hour before. Whatever it was, it was there. Twisting and churning feeling that sat in his gut, making his face twist in sickness. It was like stepping off a plane, the indescribable feeling of you not begin right. Like you were meant to be in the air, pressure against your ears and flying in the sky, not dropped to the ground, heavy and lost. But no matter it was, the foreboding was there. Settled into his stomach like a lithe creature, ready to strike when the moment came.

He didn’t know what it was, but it was like the calm before the storm. The crispness of the air, the sharp tang of rain about to fall, and then it hits. The consuming, hoard of dark clouds, rolling over the sky in a furious march. Clouds that left the bone quivering, earth shaking booms of thunder and the wicked crack of lightening that light up the world for a second, before plummeting it into darkness.

The storm that brought destruction and havoc and sorrow. But so elegant in the way it destroyed you didn’t even think about it until you were left with the pieces of its aftermath.

It was like a hurricane. Blowing and whipping furiously, making it way to you, eating up the miles in its path, determined to destroy everything. It was hurtling toward you, and you were powerless to stop it, only able to hunker down and let it happen.

Whatever it was it was going to bad, and it made him sick. It was a knot in his stomach that tightened and made him sicker. He leaned forward, eyebrows pressed together in worry. What the hell was going to happen today?

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Y/N batted her friends grabby hands away, laughing at the same time. JJ smirked, able to get a loose fry with his agile fingers. Y/N squawked, her lips tugging into a frown as she watched the boy munch on the food happily.

“JJ!” She called, her agitation masking the way she melted and loved that he felt so comfortable to do the simple act of stealing a fry.

The boy smirked. “I’ll let you beat me to a wave today,” The boy winked, trying to make it up to her.

Y/N hide her smile as she moved her head so her long hair slid off her shoulder, dropping in front of her face. However JJ feared that he had actually made the girl mad at him, and leaned forward, fingers subconsciously brushing her hair back, tucking the loose stands back in place.

“Are you mad at me?”

Y/N gasped softly at the feeling of the edges of JJ’s fingertips ghosting her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear. Her throat bobbed, and her eyes flickered to meet JJ’s. But Y/N was good at recovering fast, and she giggled, pushing the boy away again,

“JJ, stop!” Her lips split, revealing a full smile that lit up her face and made the edges of her eyes wrinkle. JJ loved that smile with everything he got, and always hated the way it disappeared. So, trying to get the smile back, his fingers reached out to attack her sides in tickles.

Soon enough, Y/N was laughing madly, head thrown back and hair in her face, as she tried to take a much needed breath, her hands pushing away the relentless ones of her best friend. JJ grinned, blue eyes shining as he continued his playful assault, coaxing gasps and squeals from his best friend.

“Alright, alright! J!” Y/N gasped, and the blonde let up, allowing her to catch a breath.

Across from the best friends sat the rest of their group. Pope was staring with eyebrows raised, and John B. was smirking at the pair, while Kie was cleaning up their mess so her father wouldn’t get mad.

“You two are on crack, I swear.” John B. muttered, popping a fry in his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly.

“Shut up, John B!” Y/N yelled, a mischievous smirk plastered on her sunlit face. She reached into her basket of quickly diminishing fries and hurtled one at the tall boy across from her.

A thud sounded as John B.’s chair dropped and he retaliated with a fry in Y/N’s face. The revenge blew into a full on fry fight, and the friends were laughing and ducking from the onslaught of fries headed their way.

As JJ chucked a ketchup soaked fry toward Pope, he felt so happy. His eyes wandered to see Kie and Y/N huddled together, battling away the fries raining down on them with loud rounds of laughter. He took a split second break to admire his best friend since he was eight. She was beautiful, with her laugh that made everyone join in, with her kind words and big heart and her smile that had every person that met her falling in love.

But the fun was ended by Mr. Carrera and his sharp yell through the empty restaurant.

“Hey, knock it off.” He frowned, eyes landing on his daughter. “I thought I told you not to waste my food.” He grumbled, soon focusing on cleaning a spot on the counter.

“Sorry dad.” Kie winced, and smacked Pope’s hand with a glare as he tried to pick up a fry. “It’s getting late,” She comments, looking out the window of the Wreck, watching the sun sink lower into the horizon. “If we want to catch some waves,”

“We gotta go now.” Y/N finishes for her, hands scrambling to clean up the table now littered with grease soaked fries and splotches of ketchup and mustard. “John B, come on!” She chided as the boy waited a second too long to join in the collective work to clean up.

He jumped in, but JJ held back, struck frozen by the sinking feeling in his gut. His stomach knotted, giving him the feeling he woke up with this morning.

The calm before the storm.

“JJ?” Y/N prodded, eyes finding his as her eyebrows pushed together. She stood, brushing off her cutoffs with harsh wipes of her hands. Her eyes fixated on her friend, confusing pulling her eyebrows together. “Hey, J?” Her voice cooed, calling out to the blonde.

“Shit,” The surfer muttered, taking his hat off to run a hand through his messy hair. His blue eye seemed distant, but they were wide, like a child who forgot to do a chore and their parent was soon to catch them. “Fuck, you guys I gotta dip.”

“What? Where are you-” Kie started, but the boy was already off, spiriting through the Wreck’s door. His figure jumped on his bike, and soon he sped away, gravel spewing and the blue shirt he wore fading into a small speck until it was gone from sight.

Kie sputtered, eyebrows pulling down as her lips curved into a soft frown. “What the hell was that?”

Y/N takes a second before pulling her eyes away from where JJ ran off. Worry churned in her gut, as she finally lets her eyes tear away from the scene.

“I don’t know.” She breaths, trying to quell the bad feeling.

But she knows it hopeless. She’s always had a sixth sense when JJ was in trouble. Yet this time, that horrid feeling is coupled with another. It feels like her fear of something bad happening, but you have no control of it.

To Y/N, it felt exactly like the calm before a storm.

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“You worthless piece of shit!” The screams curl into JJ’s face, stale beer and bad breath hitting him in a wave. The boy presses himself back farther, the untamed wood digging into his back. His face scrunches up, and he tries desperately to block out the words.

The words crest and break in the blonde’s ear, settling deep into his brain, and joining the other nasty words thrown at him by his father. The words shook him to the core, bone quaking, eyes swimming and blood sizzling. His anger built higher and higher, growing rapidly, morphing into a beast. Anger at his father, for the shitty life handed to him and the only thing in the refrigerator was a week old beer his father downed every day. Anger at the world, for turning its back on him, shutting him out and letting him suffer. Suffer at the hands of his father. Who couldn’t stay sober for his life. And couldn’t ease the anger towards his son either. It all came to a 360, didn’t it?

But another feeling roared in him, unable to be put out like a simple fire. This feeling was almost as powerful at his anger, close, but not quite. This feeling wasn’t powerful in the ascend. Only in the descend. The emotion, the feeling that ran through his veins, running with the anger and doubling its strength was helpless pain. It was like being too close to the edge, where you looked down, breath catching, eyes watering at the wind, heart speeding. Where even though you tried to calm yourself with ragged breaths, your heart sped up into a gallop, beating wildly in your chest cavity, palms slick with sweat and ragged breaths pulling your chest in and out. It was when your hands shook, and your eyes burned and you were so angry that it took over every sense. When the anger was the only thing. Anger at nothing and everything. Anger burning in your chest as your hands lost control, and your mind reeled. Anger that clouded your brain like a disease, so fast and quick you didn’t even realize. The feeling that brought you to your knees when it rose to its height. Where your thoughts streamed so fast you could process everything and nothing. Where your bones stopped, and you sagged, the fight escaping you like a soul to a body. The fight, the survival instinct, the anger, it all faded, leaving you to break down, mind still reeling, hands still shaking, breaths still ragged. It was that feeling. The feeling of everything in you giving up to a break down. Where your thoughts broke on you, turning against you and watching you fall apart.

“Shut up!” JJ screams back, face contorting as he tries to handle the emotions raging in his chest. They were too much. He didn’t handle emotions well, not when they were like this. Not when they exploded and raged and screamed like this. He couldn’t handle the wailing symphony of his fathers words and the feelings of pain and anger rose to a crescendo in his ears. “Just shut up!”

He was yelling. Trying to block out the orchestra in his ears. To stop the emotions beating in his chest like they were alive. To stop his fathers lying, withering words from taking root in his mind and growing like a weed. He was trying to shut everything out. Because he couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle the way his fathers hands never failed to hurt, and his father words never failed to sting, and the way eyes never failed to pity as they landed on the bruises that seemed like permanent markings on his skin.

Luke’s fist slams into his son’s cheek, filed by rage and the abundance of alcohol. The hit sent JJ sideways, knees slamming into the floor with a hard thud as pain split across his face like a rapid spiderweb. It worked it’s way into every fiber of his face, searing and never ending. His jaw clenches, sending another wave of pain through his body, making his brain go fuzzy as his vision danced. His mind was slipping, trying to process the amount of pain, but failing to do so.

But magically, it cleared. The fog dispersed and gave way to sharp images, sending the boy back into reality, where his fathers fists were too real and the pain was too clear. But the haze only cleared to let another emotion peek through as he heard it. Heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires and brakes squeaking as the engine rumbled, dying. Pain slithered away into the corners of his brain to give way to a more powerful emotion. Fear. Fear because he knew exactly whose there’s that care belonged to. Knew exactly the way the gravel surrendered under the weight of a certain tire. Of a certain car. The car belonged to her. Y/N.

She was here, knowing something was terribly wrong the second the boy stopped reveling in the childish food fight. Because she always did. Her gut always twisted a certain way, giving her a bad feeling that never faded until she investigated. She always seemed to know when he was in trouble and came running, eager to ease the feeling and help. She’d gotten that sense the moment the boys eyes landed on her all those years back. It was a gift. A gift, a connection between two people who’s love ran deeper than blood and deeper than words itself. But in most cases, the gift was a curse. Because every time her gut twisted that way, or she’d frown because she felt undeniably wrong, JJ was hurt, beaten bloody by his own father. Most of the time she showed up when Luke was passed out drunk on the couch, chest rising in falling in a drunken slumber, JJ visiting a world of pain on the floor or gripping his head like it was going to burst as he sat, door locked in his bedroom. But now she’d shown up when Luke was towering over the blonde, words bellowing out of his heaving chest.

“No,” JJ whispers, fear spiking in his chest, hitting a certain place in his heart. Everything- the anger, the helplessness, the crescendo of wails and words screamed by his father- died. Faded into the background to bow to the new comer. Fear. Not fear of his father. Not fear that his father would go too far and actually kill him. Not it wasn’t fear for him. This fear was for his best friend. His bright eyed, smiling friend who he’d fallen in love with,

His fear was for Y/N. Fear that she’d get hurt. And if she got hurt- JJ wouldn’t even allow the thought to fully develop or form into a real sentence. He couldn’t- wouldn’t go there. The thought brought too many already present emotions and more to the front.

As the surfer tried to scramble away, the pads of his fingers digging into the fought grain of the wooden floor, he was grabbed. Luke flipped JJ over, hands rough, and words hitting JJ’s ear, making the boy flinch. Fists started raining down on his face, head smashed into the worn floorboards of the house. The blondes eyes fluttered shut, his brain threatening to stop. JJ was in too much pain, his mind clouded and vision swimming to hear the porch door and the main door smack open. It was too late. Too late to get up, shove his dad off and beg Y/N to leave, let his father run his course. But pain was a powerful thing, leaving JJ prone on the floor as the door to the house of pain opened to reveal Y/N.

“Stop!” Her screams ran through the air, snapping her best friend out of his haze of misery. “What are you doing?” Her voice wavered, breaking as it gave away to fear and distress. Worry seeped into the words, making her cries desperate.

The boy on the floor groans, heat splitting in pain as he moves, picking himself up. He stumbles, knees threatening to give way, and face bruised and bloody. His lips are cracked and parted, blood leaking from an open wound, thick and dark. His cheek is swollen, red and puffy with purple blooming across it like a wildfire. It was like the purple of the fading sunset, elegant and soft for such an alarming, pain filled color. A cut mars his right eyebrow, breaking up the symmetry of his abuse. His eyes are sad, the azure color dulled and faded, weak without the light of his usual smile or carefree laugh. His lips don’t tug into a flirty smirk, but frown in a soft, giving up manner.

When he opens his mouth, he finds his might too dry and throat too clogged to speak. So he tried again, voice hoarse and broken. “Get out of here!” He begs, fear and desperation thick in his rough voice. His pleas reach his friend, sounding harsher than he intended. Subconsciously, the JJ places himself in front of Y/N and his seething father. His hands are still shaking, weak and bruised as he holds them up, trying to keep his fathers hands of misery away from the perfect light of his best friend.

“What is she doing her?” Luke barks, his voice rapsy with the gruffness of a man with only anger and cheap alcohol in his blood can obtain.

“I’m gonna get her out dad. Alright? We’re gonna leave.” JJ’s hands shake more as he plays mediator, eyes beseeching his unforgiving father. He swallows the lump in his throat, trying to quell the soreness. He’s begging. Begging with his father to let them go- or at least Y/N. And begging with his best friend to leave, leave so his father can keep his reign of terror focused on the blonde and not her.

“You’re not leaving!” Luke thundered, brows glaring down as he surveyed the two kids. His stained tank top lifted at uneven intervals as his chest heaved, ragged breaths pulling in and out of his frowning mouth. His lips were screwed into a disgust filled sneer.

But Y/N wasn’t having it. JJ’s cerulean eyes flickered to meet hers, seeing them spark with fire and sadness. A combination her best friend knew too well. So, with a rare surge of bravery, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins at the best of her thundering heart, she stepped forward. Her feet groaned against the wood as she went forward, short, quiet gasps falling from her dry lips. She was now exposed to Luke’s fury. JJ was no longer in front of her, protecting her. And it was her own doing.

“Stop it! He doesn’t deserve it.” Y/N’s voice was ragged, seeping with desperation as she begged with the inconsolable man in front of her.

JJ’s heart twisted at the words, squeezing painfully as it hammered against his bruised ribs. Breath caught, he stopped, but he was too late. He wasn’t in front of her in time, wasn’t meditating like he was begging for life. He was too late. Luke’s hand was already flying, and the loud sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. The sound was enough to make JJ flinch, a smack and cry sounding. The cry ripping from a familiar throat, provoked by the shock and pain. Y/N fell, the power of the slap sending her to her knees. She hit the floor, ground thundering as her hands flew to her cheek. Her fingers were gentle, exploring the source of pain now stinging across her face.

JJ was positive that he could hear his heart crack. Positive that the sound of it was breaking wasn’t only in his ears, adding to the decrescendo of wails and words in his ears. The boy was sure, if you looked hard enough, you could see the soft, yet strong webbing of his heart break and fall into tiny, sharp pieces, lost in his rib cage.

“Dad!” He screamed, shock forcing the words from his constricted throat. His ocean eyes brimming with tears and clouding his vision as he watched you gasp, red blooming fast on your cheek from where his father hit you. His father. Leaving his own abuse mark. On you. On the one person JJ cared about more than himself. On the one person he wouldn’t think twice about giving his life for. On the one person he promised nothing would happen to. On the one person he loved with every bit of his fucked up self.

He broke his gaze on your to look at his father. Despite his mind still trying to process everything- everything from the downhill spiral of his roaring emotions and the increased climb of his pain- he thought fast. Quicksilver. Turning to his father, he put his hands- now less shaky- up in surrender. His cerulean eyes were back to begging. “Alright.. We’re leaving. I’m getting her out of here, alright?”

Luke’s lips curled into a sneer, and he spit on the floor, eyes hard and filled with disgust and to JJ’s relief, disinterest. His father turned away, searching for a beer like a lost man at sea for land. Once he was sure, his fathers mind was only on the cheap alcohol littering the house, JJ spun, eyes zoning in on his best friend. His blue eyes locked on your figure.

Breathing her name in a ragged whisper, JJ dropped to his knees next to her, ignoring the pain exploding like rouge fireworks in every part of his body. The wince didn’t hide the pain, but the boy was used to hiding. He ignored his pain, lips pressed together in a thin, determined line. Because the bruised ribs and face that were throbbing and screaming were nothing compared to the way his heart broke and seized at seeing you fall victim to his fathers vicious hands.

“Hey,” He whispered, voice barely audible as he called out to his friend. His fingers reached, touching the soft underside of her jaw as his hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks like they were glass.

Y/N’s heart ached at the way JJ cupped her face. Like she was so fragile and could break with the slightest pressure. Like he didn’t want to hurt her, and only craved to protect her. Alike he was sorry, and he couldn’t convey it in words, so he tried in touch. Like he was heartbroken over seeing her like this.

JJ’s eyes swam with unshed tears as they pooled. His attentive eyes saw the familiar welt form on your cheek bloom like a flower in spring. The welt was big and angry, making the boy clench his jaw tightly. His nostrils flared as his ears registered the gasp falling from your parted lips and the hurt look in your eyes.

And he realized. The bad feeling this morning. The creature settling in his gut, waiting to strike. The feeling that reminded JJ of the times a hurricane would be broadcasted on the TV screen, the brightness of the pictures blaring and the detached voices of newscasters loud. This, this right here- his best friend sitting on the floor, bruising cheek cradled in his rough hands, both of them victims of his father- was the foreboding in his gut in the early morning.

Before- that was the calm before the storm.

And this- this was worse. This was the crashing of the waves after cresting to a scary height. This was the raging wind, coupled with the stabbing rain. This was the crescendo of the deafening music where you covered your ears with your hands, eyes squeezed shut. This was the sharp crack of lighting exploding across the night cry. This was the moment where all the fight left your body, leaving you empty and hollow, a husk of your emotions. This was the silent scream of mind tearing pain. This was the rising panic in your chest. This was the feeling of seeing Y/N and her abuse. This was the feeling of helplessness as you looked up, neck craning back as your eyes tracked the rising wave, fear heavy in your chest as your realized your fate and there was nothing you could do about it.

This was the storm.

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waking-dreams-of-harmony · 5 years ago

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Happy Name Day to @adecila! Alice, in appreciation of you being the wonderful person that you are, here's a little edit of a scene we never got--did my best!😳--and a one shot to go with it (with the real Jon Snow, thank you very much). I’m not a great writer, but hopefully it’s tolerable! Hoping you have a fantastic birthday Alice! ❤️

Jonerysweek Day 3: I’m Hers, She’s Mine (now on ao3 😊)

They were married.

Even after having sworn their vows before the heart tree, even after their last words echoed into the godswood--I am hers, she is mine--and he'd swepted her up in a deep kiss to the raucious cheers of those around them, Jon still couldn’t believe that he was now wed to Daenerys. His wife.

The title sat warm and comforting in his chest, where the ghost of what had been done to him had oft left an ache that he never thought would leave him. But now that ache was gone, soothed by the woman at his side, his Queen, who had not only saved him more times than he could count on the battlefield, brought her armies and her children to save the whole bloody realm to be sure, but who had also saved him from the darkness that had lingered after he was resurrected; her fire, her passion, and her gentle heart had brought him back to life in a way that Melisandre and her Lord of Light had not.

Looking down at Dany, at her bright smile that crinkled her eyes just so--he had not seen her smile like that since they’d left the ship, and he vowed then and there to give her more reasons to do so again--he thanked the gods that he would have the chance to live whatever remained of his days with this woman that had captured his heart so quickly, and so thoroughly.

His lips tipped up in a gentle smile at the way she gripped the winter roses he had given her before the ceremony, remembering her eyes widening and her lips parting in pleasure at the blue blossoms. A sudden image of the petals spread across the bed, Daenerys lying atop them, supple arms and legs wrapped around his body, head thrown back and kiss swollen lips parted in another sort of pleasure as he thrust into her welcoming body over and over again, flooded his mind and he bit back a curse as his body reacted, breeches fitting him uncomfortably now; he huffed out a frustrated breath, thanking the gods once again that his thick clothing hid his growing problem...for the moment.

At the noise he made, Daenerys looked up at him. She must have felt his arm stiffen against her as well, and raised one of her expressive brows as she teased, “Something the matter Jon? Regretting the deed already?”

Jon chuckled spite of his current situation; he tipped his head towards her, his lips grazing her ear as he murmured, “Regret marrying the most beautiful and powerful woman in all the seven kingdoms?” He brushed his mouth just behind her ear, the skin smooth and fragrant with the scented oils she like to use. “Never.”

He felt her skin flush with heat at his words and his barely there kiss, and she turned her heard towards him, her violet eyes warm with affection. “Then what has you so tense my love?”

Jon, knowing he wouldn't be able to lie to his wife, gently growled so only she could hear, "I imagined you laying on our bed, those roses spread underneath your body while I fucked you...Your Grace".

He watched as her eyes widened in surprise, not at his bluntness, she was rather used to that now, but for what his words meant; her gaze dropped down to his groin and quickly back up again before anyone could possibly notice, and by the twitch of her lips he could tell she was trying not to laugh at his predicament.

She managed a coy smile instead. "Ah, I see your problem, my dear husband." After a short, charged pause, she asked innocently, "What shall we do about it?"

Jon stifled a groan, knowing exactly what he wanted to do about it; tell everyone to sod off so he could carry his bride to their room and do exactly what had gotten him into this bloody uncomfortable situation, for the rest of the night and well into the morning.

But he knew they couldn't, at least not now; everyone was making their way out of the godswood to celebrate their nuptials with ale and wine and tables filled with food that Daenerys had generously supplied from her own stores, and they at least had to put in an appearance for a short while before they disappeared for the evening.

Letting out a gruff sigh, mouth twisted wryly, Jon said, "I know we need to stay with our people for the feast, so there's nothing for it right now."

She tipped her head in agreement, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he added in a rough whisper against her cheek, "But as soon as it's appropriate, I'm going to take you to our rooms, lay you out on the bed exactly as I imagined, and take my time worshippin' every inch of you for the rest of the night."

When Daenerys slowly dragged her small white teeth over the corner of her plump bottom lip, eyes darkening with want and cheeks flushing a pretty pink, he nearly forgot himself then and there; but then he felt her gloved hand gently sliding across his arm in a soothing gesture, her face taking on a softer look, and it had the ravenous beast in him calming like a direwolf pup.

She reached up and placed her hand against his cheek, leather catching slightly on his short beard. "We have all night for that, my love, I promise. This night, and every other night for all of our days to be together as we wish."

Jon closed his eyes against the sting of tears that suddenly threatened to fall; he never thought he would have this, never thought he would find someone who loved him as Daenerys did, completely and without condition, who looked at him and never saw a bastard of Winterfell, Ned Stark’s shame, but as an equal, as Jon Snow, the man that had won her heart as she had won his. He never expected this, and now that he had it, had her warmth and care and love, he vowed to never do anything to lose it.

Roughly clearing his throat, Jon managed a small smile. "Aye, my Queen, we do. And I promise you that I will behave myself until then."

Daenerys huffed out a silent laugh, stroking his cheek lovingly one last time, a deeply fond look on her face, before she tucked her hand back into the crook of his arm, pulling him closer against her. She shifted the flowers in her other arm, bringing them up to her nose to breathe in their scent, then flashed him a brilliant smile. "Then we best set out my King. The sooner we feast, the sooner you can show me, in detail, what put you in such a...delicate state."

Jon playfully growled at her, hiding his growing smile in a kiss pressed against the side of her head, wisps of her moonlit hair tickling his nose. Daenerys giggled at the feel of his beard against her skin, the sound making his heart swell.

Still smiling, she pulled on his arm to get him moving, and Jon went without hesitation. He would follow Daenerys wherever she lead, arm in arm, hand in hand, for all the rest of their days.

He loved her. And she loved him. And that was all that mattered.

#jonerys #jon x dany #jon x daenerys #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #jonerys week #jonerys week 2019 #jonerysweek2019 #hope you have an amazing birthday Alice!

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shadowsnlace · 6 years ago

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For the captains and daughters prompt, can I request with the captains' daughters being all over the Disney stuff by singing Disney and watching Disney? Cause at one point everyone had that phase as kid being a Disney fan :D

Way too cute! My cousin was so into Disney when she was growing up that she became an artist so she could go work for them. She ended up working for Bento Box Entertainment instead. Ever heard of The Awesomes? That was the show she worked on. She still loves Disney & hopes to work for them someday. Hope you enjoy these!

Shunsui - He knows every single word to every single song AND the dialogue to every movie. He’s seen them all numerous times, but usually in bits because he falls asleep while his daughter continues to watch. Yet, when play time rolls around, he’s more than happy to join in. His favorite is Beauty and the Beast. He sees himself as the beast in his own fairy tale and you as his Belle.

Sui Feng - Will only really get into the Disney stuff with her daughter. She makes sure that it all stays at home and doesn’t encroach at work. Her daughter, though, is very crafty and manages to sneak Disney figurines into her Mom’s haori pockets to find later at work. Usually she picks the ones from Mulan, it’s Sui Feng’s favorite.

Rose - He is way into all of it. Probably as much, if not more than his daughter. She’ll go to bed for the night and leave a movie half watched. He’ll tuck her in, then return to finish the movie and sing along. Any time she gets nervous or scared or upset, Rose starts singing a Disney song to soothe her. It’s so heart-meltingly sweet.

Retsu - She enjoys watching Disney movies with her daughter. And, while she finds the songs charming and enjoyable, she’ll be more inclined to hum along instead of sing them. Mulan is Retsu’s favorite (go figure). Her daughter loves it too and vows to be a strong warrior like Mulan – and her Mommy.

Shinji - Any chance Shinji gets to spend time with his daughter, he’s there. He’s perfectly happy to play opposite her as whatever prince he needs to be to her chosen princess. He knows how to ad-lib and still keep within the storyline. He’s not that great of a singer, but what he lacks in pitch, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm.

Byakuya - There are three words that will send Byakuya shunpoing away from you with a dirty look on his face: “Let it go….” He hates Frozen with a passion. When his daughter wants to watch it, he suddenly has estate business to handle. The other Disney movies and songs are just fine with him, but that one song sets his teeth on edge. He’ll try to bargain with his little princess to pick another movie, he’ll even offer up Ambassador Seaweed tales. He thinks it’s his daughter that keeps putting a stuffed Olaf on his desk in his study…it’s really you.

Sajin - Ever seen a 9 ½ foot anthropomorphic wolf sing Disney? Well, drop by Sajin’s house and you will. He delights in singing along with his daughter, holding her and dancing around. Even in his human form he’s all about joining her in Disney playtime. And, it’s not just about the fun either. Sajin likes that the Disney movies have lessons he can glean from the stories to help his daughter grow and learn. More than once Tetsuzaemon has heard Disney tunes coming from Sajin’s office, all delivered in a rumbling hum.

Lisa - Doesn’t really get into the Disney stuff too much. She’ll watch the movies with her daughter, but will more than likely be reading a magazine or manga during it. Many of the songs are catchy and Lisa enjoys hearing her daughter completely maul them. If fact, she prefers her daughter’s versions better. Maybe Byakuya would enjoy “Let it grow”?

Kensei - Whatever his little lady is into, he’s into it too. He makes Daddy-Daughter workouts so that while she’s singing Disney, she’s getting exercise too. Of course, certain parts require her to be the weights for Kensei to lift so it’s really more play time for her. Nothing cuter than seeing him doing arm curls with his daughter in her plastic tiara and pink, princess workout clothes (which includes a tutu) hanging onto his hand, using all her body weight to pull him back.

Toshiro - His favorite Disney movie? You guessed it, it’s Frozen. While the song has started to work his nerves, the movie itself has not. It’s his daughter’s favorite “fall asleep” method. She’s incredibly intelligent just like her father so it’s difficult for her to shut down her mind to sleep. The movie helps calm her mind. However, you’ve scolded Toshiro more than once for making it snow in the house during play time.

Kenpachi - Loves any fight scene in any Disney movie. Cringes through the sappy parts. Always tries to Kenpachi-up the stories when his daughter asks for one as a bed time story. She’ll get very exasperated and correct him. He finds it all too adorable and loves to tease her by forging on with his livelier versions (more fighting, always more fighting). Pretty soon, he’s got her trying to wrestle him into submission and pulling on his hair to make him tell the story right. “Fight me!” She’ll bark in her little girl voice. She’s SO Kenpachi daughter right down to her bones!

Mauyri - Isn’t too keen on the movies, but accepts that they will keep his daughter happy while he pores over lab reports and experiment logs. Absolutely hates the Disney songs. He once got the “Hi-Ho” song from Snow White stuck in his head. When he caught himself whistling it at work and realized he couldn’t stop, he immediately used his replacement brain and had the other one destroyed. He spent the rest of the day creating earplugs designed specifically to block any and all music and singing.

Jushiro - He loves everything Disney. He loves spending time with his daughter even more. When he’s feeling well, he will dance with her while the movie plays the songs. Most of the time she doesn’t want to do the steps, she wants to stand on her Daddy’s feet while he dances for both of them. Bedtime will find Jushiro curled up next to her, humming a Disney tune as he strokes her hair until she falls asleep. When he doesn’t feel well, Disney movies are a great way for him to still spend time with her without any exertion. She will cuddle close and sing to him to make him feel better. She’s got the same sweet disposition as her Daddy.

#Bleach #Bleach headcanons #Captains #Captains and daughter into Disney #Bleach fluff #sfw #Bleach imagines

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years ago

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Hello since it will be Jason's birthday tomorrow I was wondering if you could make a oneshot where Raven surprises him on his birthday and she accidentally confesses that she is in love with him

Hello,

Happy Birthday to Jaybird! We love him and Fuck DC for making him so damn miserable all the fucking time. Anyways here’s a piece for you’re request and I hope you enjoy the story! There’s a part two to this as it fits a prompt request I have somewhere in my inbox. =)

Something We Want…

Occasionally Jason would, rather morbidly, dwell on how he’dgotten this far in life. He’d been killed, stabbed, beaten, blown up, tortured,discarded, and every time he somehow came back. He was starting to thinkhimself a cockroach or something, and not in a good way.

Getting home, to his safehouse apartment, away from everyonehe rolled his shoulder feeling the old aches from having been strung up for twomonths, his chest was itchy, and the scar on his face was throbbing. His rightankle was bothering him; he guessed there’d be a storm coming tonight, somehowthat was fitting. Also, there was this raging energy scratching beneath thesurface of his skin, it was annoying him enough that he had bid his family andfriends who had gathered for his birthday adieu and removed himself from thepremise of all their company.

Truth be told he was just overwhelmed at the sheer amount ofpeople there, and it was exhausting to him. People in general were exhausting.

Jason discarded his heavy jacket, jeans, boots, and shirt infavor of some low riding, ratty sweats, as he picked up a favored hoodie. He wasn’tsubconscious about the scars; it was hard to be when they were scars, but hedidn’t like people staring at them or him, so he didn’t undress around anyone;not even family or ‘dates’ anymore.

Kara had stared at his scars in disgust, Donna had looked inhorror at them, Rose had merely added to them, and his family… Fuck, them andhis friends stared at him with this unrelenting guilt; like the scars weretheir fault somehow.

“Okay, so I have Deadpool 1, 2, & 3, also I have Equalizer,all of them, and of course I brought your birthday present. I also got cake;don’t panic, I didn’t bake it, I picked it up from the baker we like,” Ravensaid as she walked through the shadows. “And I brought Beauty and the Beast,and I’ll hear nothing about it other than how much we like it, tomorrow you caninsist I forced it on you.”

“I wanted to be alone Raven,” he pointed out catching herhead and halting his much shorter friend. Her dark eyes flicked up to him asshe frowned.

“When have I ever left you alone when you want to be alone?”she demanded. She was unphased at the sight of his chest and body which had himdropping the hoodie as he flopped on his couch.

“You’re a bitch.”

“I’m a witch, keep it straight.” She dropped herselfunceremoniously into the seat that she typically claimed. “And I’m not leavingmy best friend alone for his twenty-eighth birthday.”

“Stop, you’re making me feel old,” he groaned.

“You are old, ancient according to Damian,” Raven frowned.

“Twerp barely decided on going to Berkley, he can come gripeto me about being old when he’s legally allowed to drink,” Jason stated.

“That’s terrible,” she said. “But true, and that brings meto the final gift of the night; a bottle of B’s finest whiskey, a gift from Selinato you, she handed it to me after nicking it from his stash.”

“It’s scary how close you are with my family.”

“Ah-ha! So, you admit they’re you’re family.”

“Merely a relation through adoption,” he grimaced as heshifted to get comfortable. His chest and scars were killing him right now.

“One of these days you’re just going to accept they’re family.”

“Are you part of that package?” he chuckled.

She snorted. “Fuck no, do I look Batty enough to be a Bat?”

“You look rather vulnerable as a little bird to be honest.”

“I’m Queen of Hell, hardly vulnerable,” she mused as she setup Deadpool.

“And I’m merely the Right Hand of the Queen,” he chuckled. “Rae,”his tone was serious as he looked at her, she turned as she cocked her head abit. Her long hair fell just so, the rays of the light made it violet ratherthan midnight, and her dark eyes looked brilliant blue then. His heart did thatfunny thing it’d been doing since he was sixteen and she would look at him likethat. “Thanks,” he smiled.

“Of course, what else are best friends for? Now move over, Iwant to sit right here,” she decided as she tucked herself so effortlessly intohis side, pulling his arm around her and she sighed as she made herselfcomfortable.

“Are you comfortable?” he chuckled as he assessed her.

“I am now,” she smiled.

He hugged her a bit tighter. “If I didn’t know any better,love, I’d think you were claiming a spot as girlfriend, what would Jerichothink?” he mused.

“Joe and I are over,” she stated unceremoniously which hadhim stiffening. “It wasn’t going to work with him mooning over some guy and noteven being with me to be with me. So I called it quits, besides, I don’t thinkI’m his type past platonic interests. We have a lot in common, but nothing lasting.”

“Do I need to go get Victor to help me beat the idiot blackand blue before burying the body? I know he’d more than willingly help me out,”Jason admitted.

“No, Joe and I are friends,” Raven reached up and touchedhis jaw. “Joe also said it’d never work as long as you and I were friends.”

Jason frowned at her. “You and I are best friends, and that’sall; if he thinks less of you because of that then he’s an idiot.”

“He doesn’t think less of me, he just thinks no one can competewith you in my life; which is utterly ridiculous as we know,” she shook herhead. “You’re my best friend, that means everything to me at times. You’repractically family for importance,” she admitted softly.

Jason said nothing as he watched the opening scene ofDeadpool and Raven magically summoned popcorn.

He was so fucking sunk. He could feel that much.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven lay there, securely against Jason’s side and enjoyedhis warmth.

What Raven didn’t tell Jason was that her and Joseph hadfought about him; again, as most their fights had revolved around herrelationship with him. Joseph had grabbed her and screamed it as best as hisdamaged voice would permit:

‘You Love Him!’

Those three words had hung heavy between them as they hadstared at one another, Joseph had been quick to sign his thoughts and furtherarticulate his evidence for this claim before he had smiled brushed her hairaside and kissed her brow. Then he had told her to go to Jason and they werestill friends, but they weren’t together. If they ever had been.

Raven didn’t know how to feel about this revelation.

Yes, Jason was a sexy mother fuck if she ever saw one. Hehad that bad boy persona wrapped up in tragedy and forged with hellfire, he wasthe only person she’d ever dare to say was her true equal; even if he wasn’t a ‘powerful’man, just a dangerous human, who was merely human. But more than that, he washer best friend. Since about day one there’d just been this instant connection,one she couldn’t explain, a familiarity as if he’d always been there.

True, the trust wasn’t there in the beginning, the sarcasmand distrust were evidence of that, but somewhere between that first meetingand that first mission of knowing each other they had gained true friendshipand trust in each other. Also, she picked him.

Raven always picked Jason. She had promised to pick him, buthe also made it easy because he was Jason. She got Jason, he was someone shejust understood. She didn’t need to sit there and analyze every nuance of hisemotions or expressions, something about him just made sense to her. It alwayshad. These past few months had kind of proved that to both her and Joseph andshe pressed herself closer to Jason. She took a few of his old aches from hisscars as she watched Deadpool.

She pretended not to notice the deep radiating emotions fromhim as she lay there. Frequently she had felt this emotion from him, she couldn’tname it, but it was almost peaceful.

But now she had a name for the emotion and she stared dumblyat the television.

“I love you,” she blurted out which had Jason freezingbeside her as his head snapped to her. His eyes pulsed that dangerous green,she stared at him levelly though. She knew that face, she knew his eyes, andfreckles, she knew that scar and those lips. She knew the scars, the stories.She knew him.

“Raven…” he started.

“I love you,” she repeated before he could doubt it and shetwisted a bit, pulling herself to straddle his lap. Raven carefully traced hischeek with her thumb and stared at his eyes as they pulsed green to blue. “Idon’t expect anything from this, Jason, I just… I want you to know, I love you.”

He said nothing but somehow his mouth was on hers, and hishands were on her hips as he dragged her closer. Raven didn’t squeak, shemoaned as she dove her fingers into his hair. Great Azar! This felt divine as hedeepened the kiss and she kissed him back. Fingers trailed over her hips andbeneath her shirt, his hands were on her skin and they moved upwards to the dipof her waist. They didn’t move as he circled his calloused thumbs over her skinand held her tight.

Jason groaned a bit as she pulled away from the kiss, mostlya groan of frustration as his lips trailed over her jawline.

“Jason,” she whispered as she felt her eyes flutter a bit.

“Raven,” he managed against her skin, his teeth traced overher jugular and instinct had her tilting her head to give him better access. Henibbled a bit on her pulse which had her humming a bit as she tried to movecloser to him. His grip kept her at bay though as his hands moved over herskin. “What are we doing?” he murmured against her skin.

“Something we want,” she whispered back as he finally sild hishands down to grip her ass as he dragged her closer. Raven gasped as shecrashed into his chest and then she kissed him again. Her tongue traced hisbottom lip as she slid her hands between them, over his skin, noting his warmth.

Tenderly she traced the symbol of the Arkham Knight, carvedinto his chest, skinned and grafted there, looking like an angry red burnthough it’d healed rather well in recent years.

“Rae,” he moaned his head fell back as she traced the scar,she watched his face as his eyes closed and he looked near pain and bliss.

“What do you want Jason?” she asked him.

His eyes snapped open, there was a pulse of green before shefound herself flattened on the couch as he loomed over her. Jason said nothing,his eyes were pulsing dangerously as he stared intently at her. “Raven this isn’ta game,” he warned. “You are my best friend, I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You can’t,” she promised as she came up to him and kissedhim lightly. “I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, but somewhere betweenthe start to now I fell in love with you Jason,” she whispered against and shelet him fell it as she gripped him tightly, so he could feel it. He kissed herhard then as his hands gripped her hips and pulled closer to him.

“I think I wanted this too long,” he murmured.

She smiled as she traced his scars, his stories. Jason inhaledsharply before his mouth was on hers again, and his hands slid over her thighsas he made himself comfortable.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she admitted as her hands traced his theragged scars on his spine.

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princessofthedarkrealm · 7 years ago

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Queen of Ash and Dust- An IT/Dark Tower crossover- Chapter 4

Roland stood on the boardwalk, his dark eyes carefully scanning back and forth. He didn’t see her. Of course it was still night. And of course she wouldn’t stay around. But where would she have gone? He should never have let her leave. He had gone upstairs with the bartender, whose name he had learned to be Allie. They had talked. He hadn’t been able to do it. He let out a heavy sigh. He shouldn’t have let her leave. Walter could be anywhere. Roland started back towards the way they had come from. He would check the barn. That was where her mule was. Maybe someone had seen her. He didn’t see the man in the overalls. He must have gone home for the night. It didn’t take long for Roland to find her. She was lying in a pile of hay on her back. What appeared to be her clothes was lying scattered around her. But it wasn’t that that made Roland stop short. It wasn’t that she was naked. That would have almost been better. She was covered with a coat. A long black coat. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Roland had one of his pistols out in a flash, pointed towards the source of the voice. “I would ask if you wanted to take a turn next...” The Man in Black idly stepped out of one of the stalls, his long fingers working at buttoning his shirt. “But that just wouldn’t be your style, would it?” Roland watched Walter, not saying anything at first. He glanced back at Y/N. It didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. Roland cocked his pistol. “What did you do to her?” “Who me?” The Man in Black pursed his lips, gave a slight shake of his head. “I didn’t do anything. Except give her someone to be there for her.” Roland’s chest was heaving now. He took a couple of steps towards the man he had been tracking for way too long. “You took her.” “I didn’t take anything. She freely gave herself to me.” Roland’s hand started to squeeze the trigger. Not that it would have done any good. Except wake up the girl he had supposed to have been protecting. The girl that was now lying in the straw. Had he tricked her somehow? Used his power of persuasion on her? So many questions. But only one answer to all of them. Y/N had been raped by the Man in Black.

And Roland hadn’t been there to stop it.

“You should have seen how distraught she was. How more than happy she was to run into my arms,” Walter continued.

“You tricked her,” Roland spat.

“Of course I did,” Walter bragged. “You don’t know how easy it was. Young girl, lost in a foreign world, pining for her husband.”

Roland grit his teeth, his eyes returning to Y/N’s sleeping form. Just pull the trigger, he told himself. Get it over with.

But of course it wouldn’t have been that easy. And with the luck both Roland and Y/N were having, Walter would have simply deflected the bullet and it would have hit her somehow.

“You’re watching her again.”

Walter was right in his ear. Roland jumped. The gun went off. Roland turned but Walter was already gone. Roland saw him standing by the open barn doors.

“Sooner or later the eyes do wander, Roland. Just make sure they don’t wander too far. I’m not the only bad boy you have to worry about anymore.”

Walter sauntered off. Roland’s gaze returned to his young traveling partner. He mentally cursed himself. She was sitting there watching him, holding Walter’s coat up to cover herself.

~~~~~

Your heart was hammering in your chest and your ears were ringing. You stared at Roland in shock. You had almost jumped up when you’d woken up but then remembered you were naked. You held Roman’s coat against your chest.

“What happened?”

“Just a coyote.”

“Did you shoot it?”

Roland seemed to droop. “No.”

You sat up straighter and tucked your legs to the side. You started glancing around when you realized someone was missing.

“Roman. Roman?” you called out. “Roman?”

“There’s no one here,” Roland said.

“Well he couldn’t have gone far. You shouldn’t be here. My husband’s here now and he gets jealous. Really jealous. You shouldn’t-”

You stopped. Why wasn’t Roman with you? He wouldn’t have just left you lying so vulnerable like that. Something wasn’t adding up. Maybe he went to feed.

“No.”

Roland stepped towards you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…” You glanced around at your scattered clothes. “I need to find him. I need to get dressed. Can you wait outside please?”

Roland nodded. “I won’t be far. Do what you need to do.”

He walked out.

You went to reach for your panties and stopped. Why wasn’t Roland still in the saloon? Had his business with the woman ended that fast? Had they even done anything? You scowled. You were lying in hay. You and Roman had made love in a pile of hay. In a barn. You grabbed your panties and threw the coat aside. Roland had been so good to you so far. And you were the one who had had to make love in the hay like you were the whore. You wanted to tell Roland off so badly. But was it worth it?

You stood. The ground rushed away from you. You gasped. You had expected for your legs to be shaky as they usually were after having sex. But it was just the opposite actually. You felt strong. Energized almost. You lifted your arms and flexed your fingers. Drinking Pennywise’s blood had always made you feel good, but in a euphoric, floating way. Now you felt solid. You felt whole. Even your nausea was gone. But it wasn’t just your body that felt different. There was a different taste in your mouth. It wasn’t the usual sweet, tangy taste of Pennywise’s blood, but something different. It was bitter, but not an unpleasant bitter. More of a bitter sweet, like dark chocolate.

“Weird,” you muttered.

You dressed quickly. Now that your tiredness was gone, you needed to find Roman. Or Pennywise. Whichever form he was lurking around in right now. You pulled bits of hay out of your hair and left the barn. Roland was right outside.

“I need to find my husband,” you announced as soon as you saw him.

“We can find him tomorrow. You need to rest.”

“Yeah well maybe you should have thought of that after we ate our burgers.”

Roland sighed.

“Look, I don’t give a damn if you had sex with that woman or not. But my husband was just here with me. And now he’s not. And I need to find him.”

You started past Roland, but he grabbed your arm. You stared up at him.

“We can find him tomorrow.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Why was Roland acting like this?

“Look, I get it alright. You’re scared to let me go again. But I’m not scared anymore. My husband is here now and he can sure damn well take care of me. Even more than you can. So you either come with me or don’t, but I will find him, Roland.”

~~~~~

The look on Y/N’s face tore at Roland’s heart. She was angry at him. She had every right to be. But a sick feeling had settled in Roland’s stomach. He could still see her lying in the hay. Could see Walter Padick coming out of the shadows buttoning his shirt, his demonic lust now sated. He should have protected her.

He had failed. It wouldn’t happen again.

He let go of her arm. “I’ll go with you. But I need you to stay close.”

She nodded. She started out into the street but then stopped, her eyes, which Roland had noticed were amber again instead of gold, darting back and forth.

“Uh…”

“You don’t know where he would have gone, do you?”

~~~~~

Your eyes darted back and forth. Roman was nowhere. None of this made sense. Where could he have gone?

“Uh…”

“You don’t know where he would have gone, do you?” Roland asked.

“No.”

You were starting to feel nervous. Pennywise had to have been feeding somewhere. But something was off. The night was quiet. If your mate would have been around there would have been-

You heard a scream and whipped around. It had come from your right. You heard another scream. It sounded like a woman.

“Shit.”

You took off running down the street and stopped when you came to a house. The door was opened. You ran inside. And came upon a scene that you hoped and prayed never to have to witness. A woman and two children sat huddled in the corner. It was the same boy and girl you had seen earlier playing chase in the street. Something big and lumbering was standing in front of them. His claws were extended. He was about to go in for the kill. You had to get the clown’s attention now before it was too late. “Pennywise!” you screamed. The clown advanced on them some more. It was as if your mate hadn’t even heard you. “Pennywise!” Roland came even with you, his guns drawn. You grabbed his arm. “No!” He rounded on you. “What? That creature will kill them.” “No he won’t. Just give me a second.” Now you wanted to scream in frustration. Why wasn’t Pennywise listening to you? How could you get his attention? You needed an anchor. Something to remind him of who he really was more than anything. Your prince. Your true love. And you were his princess. “Do I love you because you’re wonderful? Or are you wonderful because I love you?” Pennywise paused. You sang some more, your voice ringing loud and clear. “Are you the sweet envision of a lover’s dream? Or are you really as wonderful...” Pennywise turned slowly. Just seeing his face almost brought tears to your eyes. He retracted his claws. It had worked. You had gotten through to him. You smiled and this time your eyes did tear up. You decided to continue. “Are you the sweet envision of a lover’s dream?” Pennywise came up to you. He lifted his hand. “Or are you really as wonderful...” He touched your face with his gloved fingertips. A tear fell. “As you seem?” Pennywise’s yellow orbs scanned your face. They turned light blue. The beast had been tamed. For now. You threw your arms around him. You buried your face against his chest and wept. “Please don’t ever forget me. Don’t ever forget us.” Pennywise put his arms around you. “Never, my kitten.”

~~~~~

Roland watched this strangely morbid spectacle unfold. The monstrous clown bearing down on the mother and her children. He had gone to stop it, but Y/N had stopped him. Stopped him from killing the monster. And then things had gotten stranger still. She knew this monster. And she sang to it. She sang it a song of love. The creature had even responded. Apparently it knew her as well.

Roland watched as the creature came to her. He had reached out and touched her cheek. It was a touch of fondness. Perhaps of love. And then she embraced it back.

Roland slowly lowered his guns. He remembered something Y/N had told him just a few days earlier. Her husband was a shapeshifter. And he had liked to take the form of a clown. Y/N’s husband was not human. And from what it had appeared he was about to do to these people, to these innocent children, he was no better than the man who had just left Roland moments before. The man who had taken Y/N and the just left her lying in the straw.

And Roland couldn’t help but wonder…if this monster had once done the same.

~~~~~

Pennywise’s chin was pressed against Y/N’s hair. He had finally gotten out of that pathetic excuse of a bind that that equally as pathetic sorcerer had placed upon him. It hadn’t taken much.

He sniffed his mate’s hair. She didn’t smell right. It was a dark, tainted smell. One that Pennywise had just smelled all too recently. A smell that had come from him. The sorcerer. The Man in Black.

It was all over Pennywise’s mate. Pennywise knew now why the sorcerer had tried to stabilize him. To get to her.

The Man in Black had done something to Y/N. Something that had should have been for just Pennywise himself.

Pennywise’s eyes turned blood red. The Man in Black had put his hands all over Pennywise’s mate.

And he was going to pay. With his life.

**********

A couple of miles away the Man in Black watched all this play out in the smoke from his campfire. Saw the clown embrace the girl.

“You are a naughty little minx, aren’t you?” he said to the smoke. “And your bond with him is stronger than I thought.”

But it was no matter. The seed of darkness that the Man in Black had planted in her would take root soon enough. She had drunk his blood and had melded her magic with his, not that she had been aware of it.

Walter’s pants got tight as he thought of what had transpired not even an hour before. He could still feel her young, supple body beneath him, feel her tight sheath around his cock. He would play the game out, enjoy the chase.

And pretty soon, the demon clown’s mistress… would become his.

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nanenna · 8 years ago

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The Sisters and the Tiger

Once upon a time there was a widow and her two lovely daughters who were as different as night and day. One was called Rose Red, because of her rosy cheeks and warm personality; the other was called Snow White because of her pale hair and paler skin. One thing anyone who had met this little family could tell you: they all loved each other unconditionally.

Fandom: The Cat Returns Rating: G

Once upon a time in a tiny cottage perched on the edge of a great forest, there lived an old widow and her two beautiful daughters. Late one evening there came a knocking at their door that could barely be heard over winter storm howling outside their windows.

“It must be some poor traveler trapped out in the storm,” said Naoko without looking up from the squares she was sewing together. “Be a pair of dears and let them in.”

Haru was the first to hop eagerly up, dropping her own sewing in the process. Louise gently laid aside her book to follow Haru at a more sedate pace. “Haru, don’t just stand there with the door open letting all that ice and wind in,” she scolded as she approached her sister standing in the open doorway, one hand still on the door’s knob.

“A beast,” Haru managed to whisper in shock as she looked over her shoulder at Louise, her free hand pointing out into the storm.

Louise frowned as she walked around Haru to look at where she was pointed. A gasped slipped through her lips as she stood staring dumbly out into the storm, “It is a beast.”

Naoko set aside her half finished quilt in worry when she heard her daughters’ words and rushed to the door. A hand fluttered to her throat as she too gasped in shock at the sight before her, a great cat creature with orange and cream fur and glowing green eyes stood patiently on their door step. “A lion!” Naoko cried in shock.

“A tiger, I think,” Louise corrected.

“He’s so cool,” Haru breathed, her hand still holding the door open.

The great cat nervously scuffed a paw against the snow piled on the door step, “Good evening, ladies.”

“G-good evening,” Naoko stuttered as she dropped into a hurried curtsy, Louise and Haru likewise dropped into rusty curtsies.

“Would you be so kind as to give shelter to a poor stranger for the evening?”

“Of course,” Naoko agreed readily. With a hand on each daughter’s shoulder, she gently moved them out of the doorway to allow the great cat in. He politely shook the snow and ice from his fur and each great paw before stepping delicately into the cottage and laying himself out before the fire. Naoko gently shut and latched the door as her daughters returned to their places. “Louise, could you go back to the beginning of the chapter?”

“Yes, Mother.” Louise turned back a page or two and began reading, the gentle rising and falling of her voice giving a soothing rhythm to Naoko’s work.

Haru had picked her sewing back up and was diligently working away on it, or trying to at least. Her eyes kept slipping over to the great cat laid out on the hearth stones, his eyes gently closed as his tail curled and relaxed to its own rhythm. The third time Haru pricked her finger, she finally gave in to her curiosity and scooted closer to the great cat.

The only indication he gave of her movement was a flick of his ear.

Haru leaned closer, trying to get a better look at the great cat’s paws. She gasped and scooted back when the paw she had been inspecting moved closer to her. The sudden silence in the room was palpable, the only sound to be heard was the crackling fire and howling wind outside.

The great cat cracked an eye open as he looked over the room’s occupants. After a moment he huffed, closed his eyes again, and lay his head down on the carpet. He stretched his paws out then, pushing one even closer to Haru with it angled so the soft flesh underneath was facing her. Unable to resist any longer, Haru picked the great paw up.

“It feels so weird,” Haru giggled as she gently squished his toe beans.

Louise absently set her book aside as she scooted closer to Haru until she was looking over her shoulder. Haru held the paw up for Louise, who hesitantly held a hand out to gently brush the fur sticking out between the toe beans. “It’s so soft,” she murmured in awe.

“Far softer than the fur on the other side,” Haru replied as she turned the paw so the top was facing Louise.

Louise obligingly felt the fur Haru offered her, “You’re right, it isn’t as soft. Instead it’s so smooth.” Louise happily stroked the paw until something nudged her knee. She looked down to find another paw pressing against her accompanied by a wink from the paw’s owner. Smiling, Louise picked up the offered paw and began inspecting it for herself while Haru went back to fiddling with her own paw.

The full moon shone brightly in a cloudless sky, clearly illuminating the clean swept path from the gate through a sleeping garden up to the front door as the great cat trotted confidently up it. He easily rapped on the door, which was quickly unlatched and opened wide by a pair of familiar, smiling faces.

“Mr. Cat,” said Louise cheerfully as she pulled the door wide, “please do come in.”

“Why thank you Miss Louise, Miss Haru,” Mr. Cat replied as he stepped into the little cottage.

“You’re early tonight,” Haru commented as she and Louise followed him into the main room.

“Indeed, the fine weather tonight made traveling much easier.”

“Good evening, Mr. Cat.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Yoshioka.” Mr. Cat bowed his head to Naoko, who dipped into a curtsy in reply.

“We were just sitting down to dinner, would you care to join us?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Mr. Cat, you are our guest and treasured friend, I insist.”

“Oh please do,” Haru begged while giving him her best ‘puppy dog eyes.’

“You would make us all very happy,” Louise added as she gave her own ‘puppy dog eyes.’

“Only a cad would refuse three such lovely and hospitable ladies,” Mr. Cat gave in with a good natured chuckle.

“Excellent, it will only take a moment to add a fourth place to the table.”

Louise moved to help her mother change the table around while Haru threw her arms over Mr. Cat’s neck in unadulterated glee. “You’re gonna love it, we’re having stew tonight.”

Enjoy it Mr. Cat did, licking his plate clean much to the young ladies’ delight. After dinner they settled down to their usual spots, Mrs. Yoshioka doing needlework from the overstuffed armchair, a relic of their previous lifestyle, while Mr. Cat lounged in front of the warm fire with Haru and Louise cuddled up to his belly while they read or did their own needlework.

Naoko’s busy hands came to rest as she looked at the scene laid out before her, a smile tugging gently at the corners of her mouth.

“Mother, is something wrong?” Haru asked when she noticed Naoko’s stillness.

“No, nothing. It’s just that… this is really nice.”

Haru settled deeper into Mr. Cat’s soft belly, “Yeah, it is.”

The crowd of thick clouds scudding hurriedly across the sky only gave the crescent moon brief glimpses of the warm insides of the Yoshioka cottage. The dinner dishes were cleaned and neatly put away, the kitchen tidied and empty, the mending and chores done for a change. Naoko had joined her daughters on the floor next to Mr. Cat, her hands busily rearranging fabric swatches over the floor as Louise and Haru happily alternated between scratching Mr. Cat’s chin and stroking his silky fur. Naoko picked up a colorful square of fabric with a cheerful hen on it and compared it to one with a dapper rooster.

“You know,” Naoko started as she held the two swatches up next to each other, “I noticed the other day that the chicken feed seems fuller than it ought to.” She glanced over to Mr. Cat as she continued, “And the hens are laying rather well for this time of year.”

“My, that does seem odd.” Mr. Cat’s tail twitched and curled as a smile seemed to grow across his muzzle.

“The larder seems fuller too, this time last year it was nearly empty.”

“You must have had a very fruitful harvest this last fall.”

“Or a good fairy is thanking us for a past kindness.”

Mr. Cat sat forward to properly bow his head to Naoko. “In my experience you and your daughters are all very kind, thoughtful people. It would not surprise me if there were many a good fairy who wished to show you their gratitude.”

Naoko bowed her head back to Mr. Cat in thanks.

A chill wind blew wispy clouds across the sky, clouds too thin to hide the face of the fractious moon as she dropped ever closer to the western horizon. Ice and snow flurries shifted about, gathering in the little whirlwinds and piling up in corners. Yet despite the cold, there was a hint in the air that foretold of coming change. Animals twitched in their dens, then fell back into slumber, waiting. Mr. Cat felt the change too, he was wide awake to watch the sun rise coldly over the horizon while the young Yoshioka women were still asleep in their beds and Naoko could be heard quietly getting ready for the day.

“Good morning,” Mr. Cat greeted as Naoko appeared from the back of the cottage, still tucking her hair up into a serviceable bun.

“Good morning,” Naoko replied with a smile. “Care to join me while I feed the hens and gather up the eggs.”

“I would be delighted.” Mr. Cat took the empty basket Naoko offered him, carrying it gently in his great jaws as he followed her out the kitchen door and to the chicken coop. The hens wisely chose to stay in their warm coop while the chill wind still blew. Mr. Cat obediently held the basket for Naoko as she collected the eggs, then followed her back into the warm little cottage. “Thank you, Mr. Cat. Could you wake the girls for me while I start breakfast?” Naoko asked as she gently took the basket.

“Certainly, Mrs. Yoshioka.” Mr. Cat nodded to Naoko before he turned and padded to the back of the cottage. He gently knocked at the girls’ door, “Louise, Haru, it is time to get up.” The sound of rustling blankets and a voice murmuring something too quietly to hear met his ears. Mr. Cat smiled as he knocked again. “Haru? Louise? Your mother is preparing breakfast as I speak.”

“I’m up, I’m up,” gently floated from the other side of the door, accompanied by Mr. Cat’s ever widening smile. “Louise, c’mon. We gotta get up now.”

“Yes, okay, time to get up, very good...”

“You have to actually get up, not just talk about it.”

The giggles radiating from the girls’ room assured Mr. Cat they had indeed woken up, so he ambled back out into the main room and laid himself out in front of the fire as he waited for Naoko to finish breakfast. His broad smile drooped as his whiskers quivered, a glance out the window showed streaks of gray cloud racing at a snail’s pace across the blue sky. A thump near Mr. Cat’s head brought him out of his reverie.

“Good morning, Mr. Cat!” Haru greeted as she bent down to rub his furry cheeks.

“Good morning, Mr. Cat,” Louise echoed as she passed them on her way into the kitchen. “Good morning, Mother.”

“Good morning, Mother!”

“Good morning girls, set the table please. I hope you both slept well?”

“Yes, very well,” Haru gushed as she gathered up silverware.

“Being a quilter’s daughter makes for some very cozy winter nights,” Louise joked as she pulled mugs and plates down from their cupboard. Soon breakfast was divided up onto four plates and placed around the table with three steaming mugs and one steaming bowl to accompany them.

“Mr. Cat,” Haru called as she skipped over to crouch before him, “breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Haru.” Mr. Cat rose to his paws and softly padded after Haru as she walked him to his place before taking her seat with the rest. They all tucked into their breakfast, a hearty country meal that had Mr. Cat licking his chops in delight. “An excellent breakfast, Mrs. Yoshioka, as usual.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cat,” Naoko replied with pride. Her smile faded as she watched him head for the door. “Are you sure you won’t spend the day? The weather outside seems rather unsteady.” Naoko looked out the window, where the sky had turned a dull gray during their meal.

“I am afraid I must,” Mr. Cat said sorrowfully. “Sadly, I am afraid I won’t be returning tonight either.”

“What? No!” all three women cried as they abandoned the table to crowd about Mr. Cat.

“But I must,” Mr. Cat repeated sadly. “Spring is coming, I can feel it in my whiskers. I am sorry to leave, unbearably sorry, but I must.”

“You’ll come back though, won’t you?” Louise begged shamelessly while Haru simply wept into Mr. Cat’s fur.

“I hope so, with all my heart I do. Goodbye, Mrs. and Misses Yoshioka.”

Haru hurriedly scrubbed her tears away, “If you must go then, good bye.”

“Until we meet again,” Louise added sadly.

With one more round of hugs, the great cat walked out the cottage door and out of their lives.

“After he confessed his love to her, she refused!” Louise said excitedly as she swung her empty basket back and forth.

“He didn’t!” Haru insisted in a scandalized voice as her own empty basket lay limply from her hand.

“That’s nothing compared to the letter he wrote her immediately after her refusal.”

“You must let me borrow your book,” Haru begged with clasped hands and her very best ‘puppy dog eyes.’

“You may… after I have finished reading it.”

“Then stop talking about it, you’ll spoil the whole story for me!” Both girls laughed and shrieked with glee as Haru mock attacked her sister.

“Shall we stop by the shops and see the latest fashions while we are in town?” Louise asked by way of changing the subject.

“That sounds nice, we can laugh at the ridiculous hats that seem so popular recently.” Another round of laughter met Haru’s statement, laughter that was cut off as a distant yell was faintly heard coming from the woods the girls were walking next to. “Goodness, what was that?”

“A cry for help?” Louise tilted her head slightly as she listened for more. She was rewarded with another distant yell, definitely from inside the woods.

A shared look, a nod, baskets tucked into elbows, skirts gathered, the girls ran hand in hand into the woods as they tried to find the person in need of help. Louise nearly stumbled into a rocky creek, but Haru pulled her up and away from it before the mishap could happen.

“What in the world is going on?! Who are you?” A rather angry man who only came up to either girl’s hip was sitting precariously on a rather large rock, a fishing rod in his hands with the line tangled up in his impressively long beard, all of which looked to be in a fierce tug-of-war with something furiously splashing in the creek.

“Sorry to have startled you,” Haru gasped as she attempted to regain her breath.

“We heard someone calling for help,” Louise added breathlessly.

“You heard me cursing this pole and the fish caught on it.” He glared up at the girls even as he struggled with the fishing pole. “Well, you wanted to help, do something!”

Louise looked the situation over, then shook her head sadly. “There seems to only be one thing to do.” She pulled a small sewing kit from her pocket, and before the little man could do more than cry out in surprise, cut the fishing line and the tip of his beard with it. The little man bowled over backwards, the fishing pole now more tangled in his beard than ever.

“What’d you do that for?!” he cried indignantly as he struggled to sit up straight. “Ruined a perfectly good fishing line, you did. Lost me the fish and the hook with it. And look at my beard! Absolutely ruined!” He glared up at Louise, who only looked coolly back at him. “Well, are you going to do anything to fix this mess you got me in?”

“Of course, it should only take a little effort to pull your beard and the line apart,” Haru soothed as she pushed between Louise and the little man. “We did decide on our own to come help him,” she added in a whisper for Louise’s ears alone.

“That is true,” Louise agreed with a sigh. The pair sat before the little man and set about untangling him. The task was easier said than done, the beard had tangled up in tight knots with with fishing line, not to mention how every grumble and complaint from the little man seemed to tangle his beard further with the pole itself. “There doesn’t seem to be any saving it,” Louise whispered worriedly to Haru.

“There really doesn’t,” Haru whispered back sadly. Now both of them had their scissors out and were carefully cutting off the beard at its base.

“Wait, what are you doing?” The little man asked once he stopped grumbling long enough to notice the snip snip of the scissors. “Wait, stop! Don’t!” He bodily pushed Haru away, causing her to stumble and fall into the mud. Louise hurriedly stood and stepped back from the little man, his full beard now in her hands. “What have you done?” he wailed in despair.

“There was no untangling it from the fishing pole, but you can always grow another.”

“You silly girls, you don’t understand!” He took a step towards Louise, who took a step back in worry while Haru quickly scrambled to her feet. Before anyone could do anything else, a deafening roar split the air. The little man turned to look behind him, his face turning chalky white at what he saw.

Mr. Cat leapt onto the little man, pushing him to the ground as his great paws rested on his chest. “So we meet again,” Mr. Cat growled angrily.

“Y-y-y-y-you,” the little man stuttered.

“That’s right, and thanks to my friends here you no longer have any power over me. Begone, and never return!”

The little man did begone, with a faint pop he seemed to simply cease to be. Haru rushed to Louise’s side and took her sister’s hands as they stared at their friend.

“Mr. Cat?” Louise asked, then gasped as she watched him stand tall and seem to change right before their eyes. No longer was he a great cat, but a well dressed man in a pale suit complete with matching hat. He turned to face the girls, a wide grin across his freckled cheeks that was echoed in his glittering green eyes. He took off his hat and made a formal bow to the girls.

“My apologies for startling you both, but now that proper introductions can be made: my name is Baron Humbert von Gikkingen. That dwarf had put me under a curse-” before he could finish his thought both girls had flung their arms about his neck and pulled him into an enthusiastic hug.

“Does this mean you don’t need to stay away anymore?” Haru asked excitedly.

“And can visit any time you wish?” Louise added just as excitedly.

“Mother will be delighted to be properly introduced to you now.”

“I’m so glad we don’t have to call you ‘Mr. Cat’ anymore.”

Baron returned the embraces of both girls. “Not half so glad as I,” he purred before gently kissing first Louise, then Haru on the forehead. “Not half so glad as I.”

And the three of them lived happily ever after with their mother. The end.

Unlike Cinderella, the tale of Snow White and Rose Red isn't very well known. I can't just start in the middle and expect everyone who reads to already know what's going on. But it was a fun challenge, trying to fit in as much backstory as possible without just dumping it all on the reader. I also had a lot of fun writing Louise as Haru's sister. I know most of my friends like making her a drama queen adventurer, but it was nice making her more soft spoken and lady-like. Haru was probably a bit OOC, I just really like the idea of her being a friendly little ball of curiosity. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

#neko no ongaeshi #the cat returns #tcr #fanfiction #nenna writes #i've liked this fairy tale ever since i found out about it #i've also always been amused by how many teeth the brothers grimm pulled out of it when they wrote it down #they added in angels and prayers and the typical christian morality #and removed the incestuous polyamorous relationship at the end #as you can see... i put that last bit back #and yes #this is the first of the spite fluff #i'll be starting on the prompts next #i just had to finish this one first

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Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag some of your favorite authors!

Too Close For Comfort (Stiles x Reader) Not posted yet (but soon!)

You know what really sucks when your brother is a werewolf? Everything.

And that doesn't even come close to reality, (Y/N)'s life has become so much more difficult since Scott was bitten by Peter. Having an asthmatic twin brother whose main concern in life was to pass his math class was boring, but it was safe and (Y/N) had the privilege of being the most extra of the two – ah good times ! But then of course Scott's asthma became a thing of the past, added to his new found super strength and speed, his popularity went from zero to ten real quick, leaving (Y/N) in the dust, far behind him.

In The Name of Love (Peter Pan x Reader)

"Who are you?" A voice asked behind you, causing your eyes to snap open with a start.

The cold had paralyzed your bones. You didn't know how much time had passed since you set foot on this shore but it was freezing and there was no food or people for what you could see. That didn't prevent you from sleeping with a knife hidden in your clothes. Well, clothes was a big word, for you were only wearing small chunks of ripped material, revealing almost as much as if you weren't wearing anything, but at least your skin wasn't in direct contact with the cold stone on which you decided to take a nap before investigating the jungle to see if there was a living soul here.

Seems like there was after all, and they found you first. The manly voice came from behind you and in a split second you jumped on your feet, ignoring the pain in your articulations and pulling the knife out, holding it right against the stranger's throat, the tip digging in his skin.

"I see," he said evasively, way too calm for someone you had a knife at his throat.

Great Minds Think Alike (Jughead x OC)

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

Pleast Don’t (Newt x Reader)

“No!” Heather said sternly, putting both of her hands in front of her, preventing Minho from coming closer. “Nononono! Don’t you dare!”

The boy took a step forward, his hands still holding the small creature. He had caught a spider and was running after the girl with it, almost dying from laughter every time she let out a squeal and ran away.

“C’mon Heath! The small beast ain’t eating the big one!” He teased her, making her jump back when he approached. Heather shivered from disgust and huffed.

“Put that thing away from me, I’m not kiddin’ Minho!” The threatening finger she pointed at him didn’t seem to bother him much and his smile grew wider. “I will put a bloody Beetle Blade in your hammock tonight if you take another step!” He simply rolled his eyes, not scared for a second.

“How can such a pretty mouth swear like yours? You’re spending too much time with Newt,” Minho scoffed, the spider still struggling to escape from the fingers.

The World is Vast (Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader)

The clicking of your heels on the ground was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. You dived your hands in the pockets of your jacket to keep you warm and hurried a bit to get home quickly. London. What a beautiful city, even at night. Apart from some groups of friends going out for the night and the sound of cabs, it was completely still. It might seem a little creepy to be out there on your own when you’re a girl and you just arrived in a new city, but not to you. You found that oddly calming and reassuring. As if the world allowed you to have a break and appreciate silence and just think. You moved to London two weeks ago. You couldn’t even count how many times a stranger in a bar – sometimes even more than one in a night – asked you why you moved here. The truth is, there is no reason. You were just sick of where you used to live, you needed change. And something – though you haven’t found it yet – was drawing you here.

Restaurant Dates Are the Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader)

You looked around you, scrutinizing your surroundings, letting your eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – you looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from you, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while talking to you.

The reason why you hated dates just came rushing back to you but it was too late to back down now, you said yes – God knows why – and you showed up to this restaurant where your date told you to come.

Break the Walls (Michael Clifford x OC)

Honestly, Michael thought he was hallucinating when he saw her. He remembered blinking a few times, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, but regardless of what he did, she didn’t vanish in the air. Her name popped in his mind the second he laid his eyes on her, though he hadn’t her of her for over two years. For Christ’s sake, his High School crush was just across from the street! She still looked the same. Her hair seemed a little longer, but she still sported a side cut some strands of hair were tied into small braids which she used to tie it into a ponytail. It was still dyed in that crazy pastel pink fashion. There was a cigarette tucked between her lips, and she had these huge dark circles under her eyes. That was something new.

Off Limits (Chris Schistad x OC)

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

Let Us Live (Peter Pan x Reader)

A strange and quite unusual unrest reigned in the camp and the lost boys whispered questions to one another, wondering what was happening. Most of them just wanted to go back to sleep, while some refused to fall asleep not knowing what the reason for all this fuss was. The low whispers suddenly stopped mid-sentence when Felix walked past the group of sleepy boys. His features were twisted in an ungraceful displeased frown and his entire aura screamed ‘shut the fuck up or you’ll regret it’. A heavy silence settled in until his figure disappeared in the night, but his destination was clear: he was heading towards Pan’s shack. The wooden door creaked open, making it impossible for him to enter without being noticed. Not that it was a problem for Pan was wide awake, looking as indifferent as usual even though Felix out of all the boys was the one capable of telling when he just pulled that face as a facade. This was one of those moments. “It’s been two days Pan,” Felix stated, clicking his tongue as a mean of punctuation. “I know,” Peter growled, glaring towards the boy as if saying 'tell me something i don’t know’. The blond boy almost expected him to continue but Peter kept quiet. “Where is she?” Felix asked.

Take Me Away (Luke Hemmings x Reader)

Tonight’s sky was dark and starless, and the moon remained hidden behind the invisible clouds hovering above her head. If it wasn’t for the streetlights, she would be swallowed by darkness. Right now, it felt like she could disappear in the night, in a snap. Her pace increased slightly when she began to move her short legs faster, her arms tightly holding herself, as if she was trying not to fall apart, and her arms were the last thing preventing her from bursting out of her skin. Wiping her hair to the side, the girl looked up, still searching for a star – just one – but the sky stayed oddly murky. Now that she was looking up she stopped walking. Her head tilted backwards and her small frame made everything look bigger than it actually was, and trees suddenly seemed to reach the sky. Silence was everywhere and it filled her. Taking a deep breath felt like the best thing to do. If she was sure not to get hit by a car, she would have laid in the middle of the road, just because it seemed to be cool in the movies and she always wanted to do that. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze landed on the empty road, then she listened closely for a couple of seconds, but there still was no sound to be heard except for the faint music in the distance. It shined like the entire town was sleeping. But something made her continue her way, shaking her head as she walked away and forgot about this stupid idea. Maybe it was better like that, she didn’t need to be careless to enjoy herself.

Right ?

Okay so now I realize most of my writings have shitty beginnings expect maybe for one or two of them haha *starts crying*

I tag @s-kamimagines @kingpendleton @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @protectjugheadjonesiii @imaginebucky @malumshighlight @that-sokovian-bastard @lets-imagine-fanfics @robbie-kay-peter-pan-imagines

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