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1rintooru · 4 years ago

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Little Agreements

Pairing: teacher! Sugawara Koshi x gn! reader

Themes: fluff, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2k one-shot

Warnings: light swearing - that’s all!

Summary: You and Sugawara are rival teachers at a reputable elementary school. Even though you can hardly stand each other, your students have started shipping you together and it’s just awfully annoying! Little do they know, you’ve been keeping a secret from them the entire time.

a/n: teacher suga is good suga... this was so fun to write and purely self-indulgent - i can't get him outta my fat brain🥴 but enjoy anyways..!

You clicked your pen once. Twice. Three times. Perhaps to an outsider it would appear that you were annoyed – impatient even, but you knew it was nothing more than a habit, much like the restless tapping of your foot or improper care kept to personal belongings. You eyed the worn-down mathematics book that was currently being hastily shoved into a backpack, the spine barely keeping the pages glued together.

“Looks like you’re all set to go,” you proclaimed, putting down your pen and eyeing the student in front you. The boy beamed, yanking the zipper of his backpack shut and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, teach!”

You nodded and smiled appreciatively. You were flattered but you couldn’t take all the credit. The boy you were tutoring for a couple weeks now always claimed he didn’t care for school; you still remembered how he once told you that sports were ‘where it’s at’ – whatever that meant. However, the improved grades paired with the purple shadows under his eyes told you an entirely different story. He’d made his way to the door, his hand already grasping the handle before turning around, an impish grin plastered on his face.

“Even though you and Sugawara-sensei are cute together, we’re still gonna beat your butts!”

You bolted out of your seat and glowered at the young boy.

“Don’t you have other classes to tend to?”

He smirked at your chagrin.

“I’ll see ya around!” he shouted, sending you a quick a wave goodbye before finally leaving the room. You plopped back into your seat upon hearing the door close behind the student, rubbing your temple discontentedly.

Ah. Of course.

How could you forget the school speed quiz? It was an annual event that the school implemented three years ago as a means to motivate students and raise class scores. The idea was that a group of children would be chosen to represent their class and be quizzed on a variety of subjects – the questions becoming increasingly difficult as the game progressed. At the time you sneered at the idea and even complained to the school director that it would only waste funds and resources. Now you were glad that he didn’t listen to you, though he could have skipped laughing in your face. With that being said, the event was a double-edged sword. It made you incredibly happy and filled you with pride seeing students find the joy in learning again, but on the other hand it only exacerbated the teasing comments from the students. They adored seeing you two together and you never could quite wrap your head around it. After all, you and Sugawara were rivals.

Your eyes darted down to your wristwatch: fifteen minutes left until next period. Not a whole lot of time, but just enough to shotgun a coffee and have snack in the solace of the staffroom. You hurriedly tidied the mess on your desk, arranging everything to your liking for the next class before finally stepping out into the bustling commotion of the school hallway. Excited chitter-chatter and non-discreet gossip filled halls as you found yourself surrounded by young children. Each face was familiar and you could have assigned a name to every single one. Even the tall one with fluffy gray hair and gentle brown eyes with the recognizable birthmark.

Wait, no – that’s no child; that’s Sugawara.

He walked towards you with a pep in his step and a bright grin, parting the busy hallway like Moses as students stared at him slack-jawed and awestruck. He was the school celebrity, proven by the sheer number of students that called out to him as he passed – and he loved it. You tried to swerve around him, but it was surprisingly difficult to escape through a sea of grade schoolers.

Damn it, just when you were looking forward to that coffee!

“Here, like I promised.”

Sugawara’s voice rang clearly as he firmly pressed a stack of essays into your hands, the weight of the stack momentarily catching you off guard. Your eyes instinctively scanned the first page laying on top. As per usual, your students performed well in academic pursuits but that wasn’t what bothered you.

“Green glitter gel pen?” you teased, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

His hazel eyes gleamed confidently. “Hey, we agreed that I would help grade assignments that you couldn’t catch up on – you never said I couldn’t use my colored pens!” He mirrored your teasing lilt before continuing. “Besides, from a psychological standpoint the color green is more uplifting and motivational than a harsh red.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You both had agreed that you would tutor his students in mathematics and sciences while he would help grade assignments to take some of the workload off your plate. But that didn’t make his claim any more convincing and it only made you roll your eyes disparagingly.

“That pseudo-science is why I’m the one tutoring your students.”

“Geez, point made Y/N!” he scratched his head embarrassedly, the other hand defensively creating a barrier between the two of you.

“Y/L/N,” you quickly corrected him.

Sugawara’s posture visibly deflated at the curtness of your words. As mature and gentle as he was, he had a tendency to have his heart on his sleeve. You felt a little guilty and even considered saying something to mince your words, but the opportunity was stolen from you as a group of young girls skipped past, snickering as they went.

“Oh my god, Y/L/N-sensei and Suga-senpai are flirting again!”

Your secure stance faltered as the unsuspecting comment hit you like a brick, nearly making you drop all your papers. Sugawara’s eyebrow quirked upwards, thoroughly amused by your loss of composure. You hoped that the heat you felt in your face couldn’t be seen from the outside as you gingerly smoothed out the folds of your sweater.

“Suga-senpai?”

Sugawara’s playful grin immediately dropped as he noticed the daggers you glared at him.

“Huh?! A-ah it’s not like I told them to call me that! It – it just kinda happened.”

Seeing him so flustered would normally have made you smile, but you weren’t going to give him any kind of reassurance. Besides, it would have only worked as ammunition for privy students stalking your conversation. So instead, you simply shook your head, an exasperated sigh just barely escaping from your pursed lips.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I have a coffee waiting for me – and you have recess duty, have you already forgotten? So, if you’ll excuse me.”

You gave him a patronizing poke on the shoulder as you moved past him, beelining towards the staffroom.

The two of you were so vastly different in your teaching methods. You took your work seriously and prided yourself in the academic success of your students – your class always scored extraordinarily well. You were stern but incredibly ambitious and dedicated to your craft. Sure, Sugawara was popular with the kids, but playing the role as best friend wasn’t going to help them pass their classes. You failed to understand why most of the schoolchildren were obsessed with you two being an intimate couple; even prior to the school speed quiz event the two of you were rivals. His laissez-faire teaching methods didn’t mesh well with your own – in fact, you resented them. That’s why it was akin to pouring salt into a fresh wound when each year your respective classes tied during the annual event.

You decided to ignore the thought. This year was going to be different.

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Oh, how you loved being the one responsible for cleanup duty.

At least, that’s what you would say if it weren’t that you were the only one responsible for cleanup duty.

As you watched one of your students – a petite girl with long dark hair – collect a pile of dirt into a plastic dustpan, you began to wonder how Sugawara roped you into this. Again. You and him had a lot of agreements, for the sake of professionalism of course, but this was not one of them. The school day seemed to drudge on forever and you were not spared from any incessant comments, even in its final moments. Ironically, one of your pupils turned into somewhat of a teacher as they explained to you what ‘shipping’ and ‘OTP’ meant.

Why on earth would they consider you and Sugawara something like that?

You dismissed the remaining students after carefully examining the room. The floors were cleaned and the whiteboard was spotless, but the wastebasket hadn’t been emptied and the desk arrangement was crooked. It wasn’t exactly up to par with how you usually left the room, but you were no heathen and you noticed just how lethargic everyone was becoming.

You also needed to find a certain someone that deserved to be chewed out.

That certain someone was found in the school’s gymnasium, excitedly talking to the school volleyball team that was retiring for the night. The frustration you felt immediately melted once you saw how animated Sugawara became as you overheard his motivational tangent. His passion was infectious and easily fired up the young boys in yellow and blue jerseys listening to him.

Was this where Sugawara always disappeared off to?

It was a silly question, really. Seeing him zealously offer game strategies with the biggest grin on his face made the answer obvious. You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward as all the children – and Sugawara – turned to face you. The boy you had tutored earlier today, now clad in a yellow jersey spoke first.

“Well teach, did ya know that Sugawara-sensei was a volleyball player in high school too? He was a setter, believe it or not!”

You could only stare dumbfounded as your eyes bounced back and forth between the braggadocious athlete and a proudly grinning Sugawara. The lack of response on your end began to unnerve the gray-haired man as the corners of his mouth began to twitch downwards and his eyes glossed over with doubt.

You shrugged, “I don’t really see it, honestly.”

The both of them gasped in unison. The young teen stared at you dumbstruck – his jaw would’ve hit the floor if it could, while Sugawara staggered backwards as if a spear had punctured him in the chest.

“She’s a tough cookie, Sugawara-sen–” the teen’s underhanded comment earned him a swift kick from his teacher.

“Well, I think it’s time to call it a night. How about we tidy up and retire for the evening?”

And just like that, Sugawara had roped you into another cleaning duty. Thankfully the volleyball team was still so fired up from his speech earlier that the tidying up went by remarkably fast. Eventually you and him stood alone in the building, after finally saying your goodbyes to the remaining kids.

He looked at you and cocked his head to the side, to which you nodded in response. Perhaps it was a simple unspoken agreement or maybe it was just a force of habit to head home together. Regardless, it was hard to imagine it any other way.

The cool autumn air greeted you the moment you stepped out of the gymnasium. Goosebumps pricked your skin as a crisp autumn breeze embraced you, sending a shiver down your spine. The sky had turned into a watercolor of fiery oranges and deep purples as evening drew closer. You glanced over to Sugawara, nestled in the layers of his scarf and his hands hidden in the pockets of his coat.

“Do you have regrets?”

Sugawara paused, brown and orange leaves twirled with the wind just short before his feet, but that wasn’t what stopped him. He was clearly perplexed by your question.

“Regrets?” He scrunched his nose as though the word itself repulsed him. He dug his hands deeper into the depths of his pockets and his features visibly softened as he pulled out a golden ring. It gleamed magnificently as the rays of the setting sun reflected off the band. Seeing him fit the ring snugly onto his finger prompted you to do the same, pulling out the velvet pouch that protected the ring within it. Sugawara smiled as he watched you slip the ring on, fondness etched into his features as he extended his hand towards you. You happily obliged and entangled your fingers in his.

“How could I ever have regrets with the life I have now?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #sugawara koshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #selfmade

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retromotherfuckers · 4 years ago

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Six Years (Part 3)

Pairing:

Past/Eventual Bellamy Blake x Fem!Kane!Reader, Platonic!Octavia Blake

Summary:

Octavia knew who she was now, but you couldn’t figure out what the hell you’d become.

Warning:

so much mf angst, themes of addiction and depression, self-destructive behavior and a tiny bit of comfort in there

Word Count:

2k (i got a little ~carried away~ lol)

A/N:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. i wasn’t happy with the og thing i had down so i literally just rewrote the whole thing in a few hours and it’s sm better than it would’ve been. me holding off posting this did wonders and i’m more confident in it too even tho i kinda think i suck at writing but also kinda don’t idk my self esteem varies wildly

Merry Christmas Eve Eve to those who celebrate ❤️

the gif (and all the other ones) are not mine and i take no credit for them

if you want to be tagged in any of my works, send me a message or an ask and i’ll add you :)

@shipshipshipau

The girl with aqua eyes - although now they were more of a spotted gray - had only seen one moment of weakness from you. It would be the last time Octavia had seen you, and you, her.

“We’re surviving!” She had started shouting, as if she believed that set in a lower tone, her words would be construed as lies. “The human race is surviving! That’s what matters!”

“He wouldn’t be okay with this, and you know it!” Your voice broke involuntarily as it rose to match hers. You shook your head as you tried to desperately stop the ache in your chest as you brought her - probably dead - brother up. Tears clung to your eyelashes, waiting for you to blink so they had permission to fall. Your throat had been closed for a while now, and the rest was merely a weak cry. “If this is the price that we have to pay...maybe we shouldn’t be.”

You’d never know if it was the crack in your demeanor or your choice of words, but either way, her eyes softened when you spoke.

“Look at me.” You did as told and she gripped the back of your neck in one hand, pulling your forehead so close it almost came into contact with hers.

The air changed as Octavia came alive under the monster she wore for armor. Her mask coming off allowed you to let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You would begin to regret not smashing the helmet to bits while it was off and vulnerable.

“You have to stop listening to them,” She said. “It’ll tear you apart. It’s better they get to live to hate us than die slowly and love us-”

“They don’t deserve this either, O-”

“We bare it, so they don’t have to. You’re the one that told me that. You can’t back out on me, now. I can’t do this without you.”

For so long you were okay with her needing you to do the dirty work. Besides the first time - when you did it together - she’d give the sentence and you’d see it through. Every single time, it felt like it was killing you more than them, but that didn’t matter, did it? If you weren’t going to do it, who would?

It was the last thing Octavia had asked of you and you had no intention of letting her down.

Bellamy didn’t know what he would see when they finally dropped him down into the bunker, but it definitely wasn’t that. Surrounded by more death than he was prepared for, he couldn’t help himself to not move his gaze around the arena. The fences between him and the living reminded him of the cages the Mountain Men held him in. The walls were stained deep with crimson, leaving the dull concrete behind it unrecognizable. He looked to the blonde at his side, and they asked each other the same silent question:

What the hell happened down here?

His whiskey shaded orbs kept moving, albeit reluctantly. They stopped on Marcus Kane, who looked so much older than last time. His hair and beard were inches longer and grayer than the natural brown he used to have. He was so pale, it was unnerving - almost as if he was close to death. They connected eyes briefly and that’s when the younger saw the deadly weapon held to his neck by the hands of-

No.

Your back was facing him, but it didn’t matter how long it had been, he’d never miss you. The locks that adorned your head were longer too, almost to your waist. The natural shade was faded though, like you had aged twenty years instead of six. He watched your shoulders heave and your hands start to shake as Kane talked to you.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from the impure red that dyed your skin and clothes.

While you were distracted, he chose to act, protecting Marcus from his own flesh and blood. He didn’t miss the gears in your head turning as your gaze landed on him. He saw your eyes sink into a trance of recognition and a deep sort of longing overtook your senses. The melancholic need you had tried to numb for half a decade came back in full force and held no mercy.

You remembered how he always smelled of the forest after the sky wept. You remembered how sure but gentle his touch was on your skin. You remembered how his remarkably soft lips would feel when they pushed against yours as they begged for more at every turn. You remembered how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart thump as he assured you everything would be alright, even if he didn’t think it would be.

Was that gone forever, now, too?

Bellamy noticed something else, though; something he didn’t recognize. Something he’d never seen before.

Something that scared him.

It had been hours since and neither of you had bothered to find the other. Getting everyone out was a great distraction for him. Talking to his little sister, whose eyes seemed to hold the same thing yours did, was another. She had explained to him and Clarke that Wonkru had deemed her Bloodreina and you, Ripa. So, no, nothing as special as death from above or the red queen or the commander of death, but death, nonetheless.

People have done well not to forget that.

When Clarke told him you still hadn’t come out and no one had seen you, however, he didn’t have a choice anymore.

The halls were those of nightmares, spirits lurking around every corner and it was cold and empty. He knew the lights were kept low to save power but it felt almost purposeful, like they were meant to scare you. To tell you not to act out or some kind of monster would jump from the shadows and make you pay.

But he didn’t know if it was you or his sister.

A chill slithered up his spine.

If someone told him this wasn’t real, he’d do anything he could to believe them. He wished that he was seconds away from being shaken awake by Raven or Monty, and they would tell him it was just another nightmare. He wished he was still on the Ring, praying ignorantly to anyone that would listen that his family on earth were still okay.

Breaking him from his thoughts, a yellow lamplight caught his attention. At the end of the windowless corridor, it shone out of a slightly ajar door. Using every ounce of strength he possessed to not walk away, he pushed it open. It cried at the motion, diminishing any and all remnants of silence that swallowed the floor.

His eyes found you catching yourself from falling caused by a failed attempt at standing. A half empty bottle of whatever works in one hand, the other one holding you up against the bed frame. The high-pitched creak pulled your attention to the front of the room with a furrowed brow and he allowed himself to take in your appearance.

A wrinkled, cotton shirt sat on your chest and it was a different one than before; faded white and thin, yet cleaner than the other one which was colored with blood. Your hair was damp - the result of taking a shower - but lazily tied back in a half-assed effort to get it out of your face.

You stared at each other for a minute. A million things were hitting your slow-moving thoughts at once, too much for you to even try to comprehend. He finally took one step towards you, parting his lips to say something but no sound came out. He was stumped, hundreds of words flooded his mind but not a single one sounded good enough.

Nothing he could say would make what happened in the arena okay.

It was unbearably painful. There he was, finally right in front of you, and you had no idea what to talk about. No idea what to start with, end with, bring up, discuss, laugh about, cry about, scream about. Nothing was good enough to say to the man that kept you alive for such a long time, such a long time ago.

Too long ago.

You inevitably broke the silence, though your words came out cracked and in a slur. A defensive and humorless scoff left your lips, an effort to cover up the discomfort. Or it was because you were too drunk to shut yourself up. “You gonna say somethin’?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped he’d sound different. It was childish and irrational, but you hoped that you could say you both changed too much and he would have nothing to hold against you.

Because no matter how far away it seemed, sometimes you could still remember what it felt like to be that innocent seventeen-year-old that hadn’t lived yet; what it felt like to be that girl who still couldn’t stand her father. To be that girl who sprained her ankle within ten minutes of being on earth for the first time. To be that girl who hadn’t made a friend aside from Clarke and Wells in her whole life. That girl who had just kissed a boy for the first time.

The girl who was loved and not lost yet.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Where the hell did she go?

That made the room spin, and you had to blink a few times to make it stop, taking a seat on the thin mattress. You took a drink, making the liquid slosh from the base to the neck of the bottle and back again. When it settled, you rested your head between your shoulders as you heard him say your name. It bounced off the walls in the room, hitting each one again, and again, and again like it was a bullet waiting to find its target. You had wanted the word to fall from his lips for so long that you’d forgotten what it sounded like. You had forgotten what he sounded like, and you fucking hated yourself for it.

Then you realized he said, “Ripa,” and those four deadly little letters crushed your throat and stole the air from your lungs.

That name hadn’t felt right from the start, but it was what you had been simultaneously promoted to and reduced by. The only person who refused to call you that over the years, was your father. For two thousand days, he made sure to steer clear of it.

That’s not who you are and I know it, even if you don’t.

A sudden and hauntingly raw sob escaped, and you knew his eyes were on you in an instant.

“Don’t call me that,” You begged, meeting his gaze for the first time since he entered. Breath picking up, you were practically terror-stricken at the idea that all you were to him now was a murderer. You vigorously tried to shake the thought away, squeezing your eyes shut as everything that kept you numb seemed to vanish into thin air. “Y-You can’t-Not you too. Please, not you.”

Bellamy’s hand brushed your cheek and tears rained freely. You immediately leaned into the familiar and delicate warmth and you really fucking hoped this wasn’t your mind playing a trick on you.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” When he spoke this time, his words sounded choked too. His other hand cradled the back of your head as he pulled you into his chest and just...held you. “It’s okay.”

It was like you were standing at the edge of a building, teetering the edge before accidentally falling. Only, before you could plummet to your death, someone caught your hand, and it occurred to you that you really wanted them to pull you back up.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Your voice was just so, so weak. Beaten down and broken.

“Never.” He said it with so much confidence and finality, you almost had to convince yourself it was real and not a dream. “I promise.”

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thewrittingpan · 5 years ago

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Aaravos x reader-

Warning: This story contains material that may be sensitive for some readers.

When Aaravos first saw you it was at a human celebration. A peculiar one, at least to him. There was a feast set out and there was you.

You were carrying something. It looked sweet and atop it was a small ring of candles. You placed the food in front of a child and ruffled their hair saying something to them before leaving.

Instead of staying at the celebration you had left. Moving away from the crowd and into the forest where he was. You hadn't seen him, you walked right by him, not noticing him the slightest.

He was intrigued. Aaravos ended up tailing you through the trees to one covered in red fruit.

You laughed as a herd of deer ran by. A fawn wandered up towards you. You stayed quiet and took a knee holding out your hand. The fawn sniffed your hand before letting you pet their head.

You didn’t keep the fawn long, and sent it back towards its herd. You watched the herd for a little longer with a soft smile.

Aaravos walked closer to the clearing and you climbed the fruit covered tree. You were cheerfully humming a tune as you picked a few fruits from the tree.

”Do you want one?” you spoke dropping to the ground. You looked directly at him, you held out the fruit.

When Aaravos stepped out towards you he realized just how short you were. You hardly came up to his shoulders. He has never realized how small humans were.

”Thank you, ” Aaravos said taking the fruit from you.

And that was how it began. Aaravos wanted to know more about humans and more about you. He would often find you running around the forest, and the times he couldn't you were happily making something in your home.

Aaravos learned early on that you lived on the outskirts of town. Just far enough into the forest that you had constant peace and close enough that there was a clear path into town.

Aaravos sat quietly in your garden reading a book he had swiped from your personal library. He heard your footsteps and someone else's. Yours were soft and he could hardly hear. The others were loud, clearly a child.

”Why do you live out here?” the child asked.

”You’ve noticed that people are warry around me, haven't you?”

”Like on my birthday? Everyone seemed to watch you when you brought the cake.”

”Yes, ” you open the door letting the child in. ”Your mother knows that the rumors the adults tell are fake, but everyone else...” you trailed off.

”What kinds of rumors?” the child asked sitting at the table.

”They call me a witch.” you spoke grabbing the cookie jar.

”Witches are evil though! You aren't evil!”

”No, no, not all witches are evil, ” you poked the kid's nose.

”But the stories!”

”Are stories, not every story is true, ” you placed a plate of cookies in front of the kid.

”Are you a witch though?”

”Do you think I am?”

”No,”

You smiled, ”Correct.”

”If witches aren't evil are elves evil?”

You looked back at the kid, ”where did that come from?”

”Well, I've seen one... I want to know if they are bad like I was told they were, ”

”I don't doubt that there are bad elves, just like witches, now do you want some juice?”

”Please!” The child laughed forgetting about the conversation.

Aaravos wandered in as the kid left your place a few cookies in hand.

”Who was the little one?”

”Alex? He's kinda like my nephew,“ you explained cleaning the table.

”Can I ask about the witch thing?”

You turned to him with a playful glare. ”No, ”

”I want to hear about how you became a feared witch, ” Aaravos teased wrapping his arms around your waist.

”I’m not a witch.”

”Explain it or I’m not letting you go.”

“I like studying poisons...” you mumbled

Aaravos laughed, “Now that’s not what I was expecting,” he released you from his hold. “A sweet thing like you? Knowing all sorts of things about poisons? I hardly believe it.”

You puffed out your cheeks, ”Then I’ll prove it.” You took hold of Aaravos’ sleeve and pulled him along towards your room.

Aaravos glanced across your room. A crow was perched on the window seal a button in his beak. Next to the crow was an array of crystals, rocks, and gems. Jars and bottles we're scattered across your shelves along with all types of niknacks.

You let go of Aaravos’ sleeve and dug through your closet. Shoes were tossed haphazardly out of the way and clothes were pushed out of the way. With a small smile, you pulled out a concerningly large box.

”Found it!” you had the biggest smile on your face.

When you opened the box Aaravos saw a large number of jars filled with poisons. Each having their own labels that he couldn't read.

”This is holly.” you picked up a jar. ”This is yellow jasmine, arsenic, hemlock, foxglove, mistletoe, and this is wisteria.” You held up a small jar, ”This is my most dangerous one, castor oil seeds. Four to eight seeds can kill you, extremely painful death, too.”

Aaravos plucked the jar from your hands, ”How does such a sweet thing like you know all of this?”

You both heard a thud. When you turned you saw the child's mother standing outside your bedroom door.

”An elf” she shook like a leaf. Her eyes were glued to Aaravos and the jar in his hands. ”You really are evil...” she muttered, taking a step back.

The crow who was perched on the window seal squawked and flew to your shoulder.

”You are a witch!” the woman screamed running out of your home.

Aaravos blinked in surprise and turned to you. You were frozen gaping at the doorway.

You snatched the jar in Aarovos’ hand and put it back in the box. ”Ink, ” you spoke.

The bird, Ink, moved instantly at your unspoken command. Ink flew to your closet and grabbed the cloak hanging inside. Both you and the bird dashed around the room grabbing your necessities.

” Where are you going?”

”As far as I can, ” you looked up at Aaravos, ”You need to run, they’ll kill you too.”

You could hear the voices growing near the time was up. You stood running out of the room and through the back of your cottage. You stumbled through your garden.

Aaravos followed after you to the best of his ability. You were to fast and knew the garden by heart. You didn't need to think about the vines unlike him. Aaravos lost site of you as you ran through the woods.

Aaravos tried to find you but couldn't. He kept searching even as the indistinct voices grew quiet. You were missing and he couldn't find you.

When Aaravos stumbled into across the fruit tree where he first met you he found the crow. Dead and cold. The bird had been crushed by people walking over it. About ten feet forward he saw your bag. The box of poisons was open and spilled across the ground.

He found a tag that was removed from the jar in the pile this one he could make out. ”Cerbera odollam, Suicide tree”

A cold shiver ran down Aaravos’ spine.

Aaravos turned and ran towards the village. Adrenaline pumped through his vains. You were gone, you had a poison, and you were going to be killed in a painful way. It didn't take a genius to know what you were doing.

When he found you we're tied to a beam. Your hair had been cut short and uneven. You sat cold and wet in rags. As the sky darkened and the moon rose, Aaravos drew closer towards you.

“Aaravos...” you spoke hazily, “You’re alright,” you moved as if to hold out your hand. The ropes rubbed against your skin as you moved a pitiful wimpier falling from your lips.

“Did you eat it?” he knelt down inspecting the ropes.

”I tried, they made me throw most of it up. I didn't have a lethal dose.”

Aaravos held your face in his hand as the ropes fell to the ground. While it wasn't lethal doesn’t mean that you didn't suffer from symptoms. You were clearly fighting to keep your head up.

From the corner of Aaravos’ eye, he saw the child that visited your cottage. The child was hiding behind a crate looking at both of you.

”Will she be okay?” the child spoke keeping his eyes on you. Their voice was small and didn't hide their fear.

Truthfully, Aaravos, didn't have an answer. Nonetheless, he stood with you in his arms. ”Run along, before you are found” He turned away from the child, ”I’ll take care of them.”

Once the child left you smiled softly and closed your eyes. You submerged yourself in a peaceful slumber.

Aaravos watched your face for any discomfort as he reached for a lantern. When you didn't react he took hold of the lantern. He dropped it on the ground watching as the wood of the building caught fire.

#slight yandere #tdp #the dragon prince #aaravos #aaravos the dragon prince #aaravos tdp #aaravos x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader fanfic #I got thirsty #self indulgent fic #i have no self control #this is 1000+ words #I made bad ideas #writing

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getreadytosmash · 4 years ago

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Small smash headcanons I was thinking of and to put out my reboot designs

Skaar

Skaar took a more gladiator look from his time on Sakaar and no longer wears the loin cloth except for when he's on off days

His hair gets to around his upper back and often tends to be in buns and ponytails

Working on his reading and writing and gets help from Hulk and goes to the Xavier Institute for sessions with his mind control and memories

Got introduced to queer stuff by Rick and he was THRILLED to find out about this stuff and the footage of Skaar carefully picking out non binary, asexual and panromantic stuff was trending for a month

Yes I'm going into pridecanons a little more

Skaar's very happy with his own feelings of being nb. The rocks below him whisper about it always being fine and he doesn't need to care about what others say anyway. Not when they're too busy calling him a monster to care about his gender

Anyway. Skaar's sex neutral and I say this because its quite often the theory that all ace folks won't have kids blah blah but??? Some aces want sex to have kids and that's Skaar.

Ridiculously good sword fighter and often meets up with Nightcrawler and Shadowcat to have sword fights and compare tricks

Lots of whipping scars on his back and some around his mouth that hardly anyone knows are from

Has a matching scar with Red of a circle on the back of his neck as well as running lighting scars up his hands and feet with Rick, Red and Jen from where the Skrulls tried to harvest their gamma

Absolutely has the tattoo and has no clue about it

Occasionally has days where he can't remember the entire event and Skaar's become rather thankful that they can rely on Rick's cameras to guide him home if needed.

Adores the Savage Lands and is best friends with Kazaar and Zabu

Sometimes copies memes from Rick and it’s terrible

Likes having Jen help him with normal stuff, especially when she helps him learn stuff like reading and writing

Rick

Yeah, can’t feel anything and that causes a few secret depression episodes aha

Big on other sensory stuff now. Really likes to savour sights, sounds, taste and smells since he lacks a big ass part of it now. It really isn’t that uncommon for Rick to have a low of flowers within his bedroom and shit.

Has to file down his spikes since they keep growing and often Hulk does it for him while Rick falls asleep

Rick needs a lot more protein now and often eats eggs or fish and gets into big fights with Red over it daily

Uses a stylish for everything since his fingers don’t work on touchscreens anymore

Often wears sleeveless jackets with different pins. Owns four of them with three of them entirely dedicated to alien, mutant and bi rights

Well known Youtuber and I really need to get around to writing some videos he’s done god someone remind me to put out that shit

Hardcore gamer and still screams at Samuel to help make a dating sim come oN-

Can hold his breath for an hour and a half and didn’t realise until he fell asleep in the bath and got woken up by Hulk panicking and tossing him out of the water

Very intent on mutant rights and often helps out with teenage mutants and raising the social status of the school

Loves bi culture and is very defensive over aspects of his identity after years of feeling lost among the orphanages

Has gotten more comfortable with his gender since he’s been wearing kilts and skirts for almost two years now

Used to have scars across his hands and thighs from years of canings from the nuns but now has a large cracked scar across his chest after Abomination ripped his shell off

Red unintentionally fathers him and blames Hulk

Best pals with Jen and Betty and is the only one who gets to join them on Ladies Night with Lyra and Marlo

Stands on his tip toes when talking to Hulk often because he wants to be tall and it amuses Hulk to no end

Jen

Has a lot of different costumes she changes regularly and Rick always posts a vote on “What outfit has Jen got this week?”

Freckles and curly hair galore

Hulk paints her nails and she does the same for him and it isn’t long before Skaar joins in

Works in New York but stays at Vista Verde for her time off

Yes i do want a all female gamma mutate team and yes they are A-force

They consist of Jen, Betty, Lyra, Carmilla and Marlo but are sometimes joined by other female heroes

Wears sweatband wrists, left one is the bi flag and the right one is the trans flag

Was afraid about being open towards loving women for a few years since Jen knew her father didn’t do anything about Bruce’s abuse, what would happen to her if Brian found out she liked more than boys? Came out after hulking out and is happier than ever

The same goes for being trans since Jen’s form is based heavily on her mentality of her body. Gamma gave Jen the body she wanted and she was SO pleased with it

tbh I do imagine she was more comic/noodle armed at the start since Jen wanted to look rather feminine but over time she’s gotten more comfortable with her body and idea of who she wants to be and slowly she got beefier

Has two wardrobes at the base and makes Red help rearrange stuff for laughs

Pals with Samuel and often enjoys sitting around and dragging him out for shopping and starbucks while discussing cases

The one who appears in Rick’s youtube videos the most

Can never finish a book and feels deep seeded adhd guilt

Sings outloud to every thing she hears

Likes grape flavoured stuff and she is so thankful that she can’t die for that sin

BEST pals with Betty and Rick. Like. There’s a reason my “Betty is the OG Hulk and is a lil wlw with Jen” has happened honestly

Has vitiligo patches of grey around her arms that were left over from her more traumatic transformations

Watches Red bake if she’s having a panic attack and the videos don’t help

Red

Has a lot of scars over his body from where Ghost Rider’s chain dug into him and left him burnt. idk seems really fucking cool

Like Jen, has yellow patches along his spine and hands from where he was joined mentally with Zzzax

Still gets nightmares about said incident and is still scared for the day that a nightmare is actually happening

Started to bake because it helps from when he couldn’t control his heat powers or during ptsd attacks

Tends to get lost in work alongside Samuel, especially if they’re overly excited about a certain idea

Hulk fondly calls him a nerd for this exact reason and Red tackles him over it to this day

Tech reacts to him badly sometimes due to his possession issues and there’s been once or twice where he’s had some...odd experiences when it’s come to certain technology or alien tech

Stays the same mostly with his outfits but occasionally wears a leather jacket and fuck it takes his shirt off a lot he’s a dilf he can do that

The one who crouches for humans the most and it isn’t uncommon for him to do it purely to unsettle the humans. Ass

Uh. Likes women but??? Sometimes there’s an annoying guy and shit being able to be easily suplexed now means that anyone who can do it can kinda catch his eyes and he fucked a demon- uh. Red has a lot of thoughts now about dating and it’s nerve-wracking

Still does missions with his Thunderbolt team and still hangs out with Hell’s Circle team when he met others that had been dragged down to hell as well

Gets courted by vampires and hates the fact that the others laugh at it

Gets nightmares of crashing, of electric burning him away but doesn’t want to admit to the fact that he has some ptsd

Not really Red but fuck it Betty has her own team and I’m shifting the Gamma Corps for Betty so her team involves; Betty (Harpy), Marlo (Sirin), Clay (Hulkverine), Lyra (Athen), Carmilla (Scorpion) and Gwen (Daydream)

Right. Uh. So for those who don’t know who Daydream are, basically the writer at this time had been going through a bad divorce and he treated Betty like SHIT which involved breaking Bretty up before they could have a child, making Betty suffer a miscarriage, killing her and having the villain Nightmare raping her in her sleep and having Betty give birth to Daydream who appeared for one arc and was never seen again. So. I’m mad.

anyway fuck him but I did like Daydream so instead she was an experiment from gamma base as a unique weapon that got used to infiltrate the Agents sleep but was later on rescued along with the rest of the gamma experiments. Got adopted by Betty when she found out Gwen had her DNA and went “oh worm?” to getting a baby i have more thoughts about this but u know. carry on.

Hulk

So Tired. Part time team leader and Avengers and even has his many own adventures of trying to help so many people out

I imagine he has a lot of the same issues as Steven in suf where Hulk often stresses out more about not being able to help people since he worries about the worst case scenarios

Gets forced to take days off by each of the team and appreciates it but dear god if he doesn’t get anxiety about the whole situation every time

SomeTIMES he wears a blue shirt but only sometimes and that’s if he’s actually prepared for missions. Also has boots Red got him but Hulk keeps those clean and safe instead

Team dad for a reason. Fathers anything he can get his hands on and well known for it enough that Rick and Skaar get him something for fathers day every year and Jen gets him goofy ties because she KNOWS he doesn’t throw them out

Pretty relaxed about being pan and yes he makes jokes about being attracted to kitchenware he’s THAT terrible Rick wants to die and not come back pls

Buys a lot of pride stuff for the others. Skaar owns so many nb and ace colour chalks he needs help

Really wants to own a guinea pig but he’s worried about scaring it or not being around all that often to take care of it properly

Falls asleep through almost every movie that he usually starts one half of it one day and finishes it the next day

Meets up with Ben Grimm and Logan Howlett every Wednesday for a night out. Usually they do bowling, play cards or go out to eat. It’s isn’t uncommon for other heroes like Spidey or Gambit to join them occasionally

Has business lunches with Betty to discuss movements of gamma mutates that turns into a fun brawl because they’re immortal children

Keeps a whiteboard in his room so that he can have arguments with Joe and Bruce.

Samuel

Keeps his outfit relatively the same but adjusts it slightly so it isn’t the exact same outfit he wears back when he was evil

Tends to cover up more after he gains a power that lets him control people just by touch

Aware of this power and thus often awkwardly flitters when someone near him might be upset and keeps spare gloves or arm sleeves on hard just in case

Has the sharpest teeth of all the hulks and actually tends to file them down so he doesn’t need to “scare people off” when in reality he’s self conscious about his teeth and the fact that he keeps biting his tongue by accident

Buys and redesigns Icarus’s cage every other month to make it more elaborate, is currently fighting the constant urge to buy more rats for this reason

Demiboy! Fine with what he is, doesn’t give a shit. He rules hell and he’ll send you there if you argue with him so who the fuck cares if Samuel wears dresses and makeup?

Big stupid bi. Cannonly into women who are more powerful than him with examples being Rikki (Aka Brilliance, a female Leader) who kicked his ass and threw him across the room with her more advanced mind, Betty Ross...who can blame him, and lately is that one scientist in Hulkverine who Samuel literally fell for within one night sksksk

Big manipulator for people he cares about. Samuel has and will make elaborate plans to keep someone he cares about safe and is more than willing to kill anyone who has hurt his loved ones

Owns a large collection of nail polishes and tends to vary them when he’s bored and creates amazing art. Red watched Samuel once spend and hour re-creating all of Van Gogh’s paintings on his nails

Really good friends with Betty surprisingly, mostly because she can make jokes about being dead and he’ll just snort and go “same”

Has the second best sense of smell after Skaar as he can smell early signs of sickness as well as a wider range of emotions

Info dumps so much and has long winded theories about the oddest things that resonate really well on the Youtube channel

talks to his oversized rat so seriously

Suffers nightmares and currently runs the Down Below and is so tired

Has actually died from exhaustion twice already

Has large sockets in his back due to the fact that Samuel physically cannot hold the information he knows all the time and uses it to charge his phone

Still hangs out with villains like Loki and Mystique tho

#Headcanon #found in body lost in mind (Skaar)#movie star (Rick)#green goddess (Jen)#one man army (Red)#the loneliest there is (Hulk)#he swims in a sea of regret (Leader)#hate and love are both red (Betty)

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dreaming-gamer · 5 years ago

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Magic Touch – Nero X V Chapter 3

Firefighter Nero x Massage Therapist V

The smell of oil and tires hit Nero’s nose the second he stepped into Devil May Drive, to find V’s piece of junk car suspended by a red car lift and Nero’s best friend checking its underside. Nico wore a yellow overall, the sleeves rolled up for the world to see her tattoos and oil coated her clothed fingers.

The front of the small car might be looking a bit steadier since last Nero had seen it, two days ago. Work had kept him away, but at least he was free today. And hoping for a chance meeting with a certain massage therapist.

“You can stop checking around, he ain’t here.” The mechanic stated, but she flashed Nero a grin. “So, I wanna hear all ‘bout it. Ya get another session or something?” She winked.

“Did you sniff too much gasoline?” Nero retorted. “I gave him a ride, nothing else.”

“At least ya got his number, right?” Nico teased, only for her eyes to widen as Nero hesitated just a second too long. “Yer shittin’ me! Are ya the worst person in the world when it comes to flirting or what?!” She demanded, both hands on her hips.

“Kyrie and I didn’t need flirting! This is just totally different, alright?!” Nero exclaimed, but quickly lowered his voice, stepping closer to his best friend. “Kyrie and I were friends for the longest time! I’ve met this guy twice! I tried asking his number! …but the timing was all wrong, he got out of the car without hearing me.”

“Uh huh… ya know, ya could ask yers truly and I’ll give it to ya, as a special order.” Nico said, her grin returning full force. Maybe she was taking pity on him. Nero wasn’t sure he wanted it or liked it.

“And what would that cost me?” He deadpanned.

“A favor to ask for whenever I please, no matter the cost?” Nico grinned, her eyes alight with glee. “Magic always comes with a price, dearie.”

“You quoting that show of yours again? And this isn’t even magic! Aren’t you breaking customer confidentiality if you give it to me?” Nero pointed out with a huff.

“Aww, does that mean yer worried about my job? Dante wouldn’t mind me helping his nephew, lemme tell ya!” Nico teased.

“You’re NOT telling him about this!” Nero exclaimed. Her teasing, he could put up with. If his uncle found out that Nero was starting to take fancy in someone, he would never hear the end of the Dante’s comments! Or the attempts of ‘advice’. “And if I’m going to get V’s number, damn straight I’m getting it myself! I’m not gonna sit around like some deadweight and get it handed to me!”

But the thought of asking V, well… it made his heart race again. A lot. First of all, he needed to actually meet the guy again, preferably here and hope with all his heart that V would maybe, maybe be interested enough in him to exchange numbers so Nero didn’t need to rely on chance meetings anymore. Sometimes he replayed V’s quote of poetry in his head, not that the poem meant much to him, but that voice…

He missed it.

“Pardon me.”

Oh great, Nero was even imagining it now, more vividly than he’d managed before, right behind him.

“I see we have run into each other, yet again. Good morning, Nero.”

Nero’s mind ground to a stop. There was only one pair of lips that made his name sound like more than it was.

No. Way.

He turned around to find the poet standing just a few meters behind them, a silvery cane in one hand, dressed in a black leather vest that gave off a strong gothic vibe but fit him amazingly. And the smirk on V’s face was quite amused. Either he had… heard Nero’s announcement. Or he was happy with gaining Nero’s attention, with his attire.

The tips of Nero’s ears turned red, whichever the case.

“M-morning!” He said quickly, dammit, what else was he supposed to say?! Had V heard him or not?! And if he had, was he totally fine with giving up his number?! Nero’s heart sped up, thundering in his chest while it felt like he had soaring butterflies in his stomach…!

Nico snorted, trying to hold back a laugh, making Nero turn quickly to face her, anger sparking in his eyes.

Her mirth said it all, she’d seen V come in. And not told him.

Nico just gave him a grin before seemingly taking pity on Nero, as she greeted her customer.

“Yo, yer early! Gonna take a few more hours to get this beauty completely fixed!” She announced, gesturing to the suspended car.

“Ah, my apologies. Your message specified today, so I was hoping…” V smiled politely. “I suppose I will have to return later then.”

“Come back at lunch and it’ll be greeting you with a roaring engine!” Nico grinned. Nero wondered if that car engine could roar at all, since… well, it looked way too old.

V chuckled to her statement.

“I will look forward to that then.” He smirked as she went back to her work. Nico flashed Nero a meaningful grin, like a silent “Come on, jackass! Ya scared?!”

Nero grit his teeth, he wasn’t going to back down from that challenge! Fighting the urge to put his hands in his pockets and instead act natural, he approached V, putting a grin on his face.

“So, since the car’s gonna be a while… you wanna go grab a coffee? Brunch?” Nero offered, his heart beating fast in his chest. The pounding could almost be heard in his ears.

The second V looked at him, his lips turning into an apologetic smile, Nero knew what the answer would be. It made his heart sink, like a stone to his stomach.

“My apologies, Nero. As pleasant as your offer sounds… I have somewhere to be, right after this. I just came by… in hopes of finding the car finished early.” V replied.

Nero stumbled for a natural reply, with his previously soaring hope now crushing to the ground, within the same hour, it was hard to not seem affected.

“Yeah, no worries man, never mind that—“

“However…” V’s calm voice cut him off. “…if you would like to join me for a walk, to my destination…”

Nero’s hand, that had just been on it’s way to the back of his head, paused. His eyes widened, his tongue felt tied in his mouth. He was quick to nod.

“Excellent, shall we be off?” V suggested with a pleased smirk, taking the lead out of the oil-smelling shop. Nero kicked his brain and legs into following, feeling as if that hope he couldn’t let go of was currently on a rollercoaster. It didn’t stop the grin from appearing on his face. Nero let V take the lead, falling into step with the massage therapist.

Sunlight greeted them and despite the lack of sleeves on his clothing, V was dressed all in black leather. Wouldn’t he get really hot? Nero’s tongue seeming more willing to cooperate now, he opened his mouth to ask as he noticed another detail.

V had… sandals on.

For real? They didn’t really fit in with the rest of his look at all, they just didn’t! But V’s way of walking, as if they were the most appropriate thing in the world to wear… kind of made it work? It was rather confusing, to be honest.

V seemed to notice his staring.

“Is something the matter?” The massage therapist wondered.

Nero considered, for a moment to ask what the deal with the sandals was… but since they didn’t really know each other that well yet, he settled for another question on his mind.

“So why the cane? You need it or is it just to strengthen the goth look?” V stood out like a sore thumb compared to him, Nero was dressed in regular jeans, t-shirt and a short sleeved blue hoodie, perfect for the weather.

V graced him with a devilish smirk, that kind that made a shiver go down along Nero’s spine.

“I suppose… it is for aesthetic, rather than function. These days.”

“’These days’?” Nero asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.” V replied, holding the cane just under the head in an easy grip. It certainly didn’t look like he needed it to walk, since there was no limp to his steps, just a bit of slouch to his back. V didn’t seem inclined to elaborate. Like he’d rather keep it a mystery, or perhaps it was something he’d rather not speak about. Nero couldn’t really tell which, but he didn’t push it.

“Looks good, anyway.” He simply said, because it was true. V wielded the cane gracefully, as if it was an extension of his tattooed arm.

V’s devilish smirk remained.

“Why, thank you. What was your errand, at Devil May Drive? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Nero felt the tips of his ears change color again. V’s tone was teasing and he wondered, again, had the massage therapist heard him or not? Proclaiming he wanted V’s number…

“I just hang out there sometimes.” He tried for, it wasn’t a completely white lie. Nero did hang around, sometimes, since Nico worked there. And meeting his uncle from time to time was cool.

And I was kinda hoping to see you again. The words were in his mind, right there, ready to be said. And he opened his mouth to let them out, but they just wouldn’t come. He struggled, swallowed to buy himself time to try again. His heart rate was picking up again, whoa Nico must be right, he was the worst when it came to flirting!

“I see.” V didn’t seem to mind Nero’s difficulties. “I’m afraid… our walk seems to be coming to an end.”

Are you kidding me?! This time, I am getting that number before you— Nero put a brake on his own thoughts, when he realized just where they were. Sure, they have started to walk down a very familiar road, but still… This street was where he lived! On both sides of the road, apartment buildings loomed over them, the sun hitting the southern windows making them glisten. He’d expected they were just going to pass through, but V meant that they were almost there?

“Why are we here, exactly?” Nero’s mind was trying to catch up. Was V visiting someone? Or…

Did he live here, that close to Nero? His eyes fell upon a blue moving truck, parked outside the apartment building across from his. The movers stood just outside, discussing the best course of action, just before they opened shutter to the truck’s storage unit.

“I am moving to this new apartment, today.” V pointed to the moving truck with the head of his cane. “I’m afraid that’s why I’ll be too busy to…” The black-haired man paused as he noticed Nero’s wide eyes. “Is something the matter?”

“You’re moving in, acrossfromme.” Nero blurted the words out, too quickly for them to be really heard. It felt like his thoughts were tying themselves into knots.

V gave him a quizzical look.

“…pardon?”

“I live there.” Nero tapped V’s arm with his hand, then pointed it out for him, the first window on the third floor, facing the street as well as the opposite apartment building. “And you’re moving in…”

“Third floor, facing the road…” V’s eyes widened slightly, in that expression Nero had started to see as V’s attempt to hide his surprise. It took mere moments for his expression to smooth out into that devilish smirk.

“Well, we appear to be running into each other a lot recently.” V noted, sounding amused.

“I think this one is on you.” Nero said with a cocky grin. It felt like his heart was going to start breakdancing. Was this luck even real?

“It would seem that way.” V agreed, that amused glint not leaving his eyes. Nero just couldn’t believe this. He knew that an apartment across the road been empty for about a month now, the party animal that had lived there having finally moved on to someplace closer to the city center and the partying he had so adored. Either that or he had been evicted, for disturbing the neighborhood so often. But that didn’t mean that he could have imagined, in his wildest dreams, that V would be the one moving in.

Two men in blue clothes, the same color as the moving truck with caps on their heads exited the apartment building and climbed into the opened storage unit to start lifting a black leather couch between themselves. Nero could see a lot of boxes in the storage unit as well and he briefly wondered if V’s apartment would be the same size as his, with two rooms and a kitchen, or any other size. The question was on his tongue, but V beat him to it.

“Well then, I suppose I must assist.” V said, gesturing to the moving truck with his cane. “The walk might have been… short, but I enjoyed it. Thank you for the company.” V’s voice was that silken tone that sent shivers down Nero’s spine.

“Hey, no need for thanks. Seems like we’ll maybe see more of each other from now on huh?”

“It certainly seems that way…” From the way V smirked in amusement, Nero felt hope soar inside again. “Good luck with the move. I’m off work today, so just knock if you need help with something, deal?” He grinned, still not quite believing his luck.

V chuckled, that smirk on his face ever present.

“Perhaps I will. Good day to you, Nero.” V said, walking towards his new residence with that slight sway to his hips and waist. Nero tried so hard not to stare. And failed pretty miserably.

“See ya! G’day to you too!” Nero barely knew what he said as he waved and walked towards his own apartment building.

He’s moving in, on the other side of the road. It felt like Nero had wings on his feet when he climbed the stairs to his own apartment, one or sometimes two steps at a time. And V didn’t sound like he had anything against seeing each other again! The grin on Nero’s face couldn’t be wiped off by anything now!

It wasn’t until he stepped inside his own home, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jacket while simultaneously pulling off some steps to the sound of the electric guitar in his head, that he noticed that his phone had gotten a message. With a flick of his thumb, the message screen greeted him.

“So how did it go? Got that magical number already?” The message was short, but had plenty of emojis a la Nico, including some he barely understood. And why a devil emoji? The words were what made Nero stop in his happy dance around the kitchen though.

V’s number…

The sudden reveal of V’s new home had made him completely forget!

“Fuck!”

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@la-vita and @thedyingmoon

#devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry #nero #v #nerov #nero x v #fanfiction #dmc5 nero #dmc5 v #au #magic touch #chapter 3 #my fic #my writing

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for-a-flower · 5 years ago

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Undyne’s Challenge

As Frisk crossed an old, narrow bridge through a dark cavern, drops of water fell from stalactites above. Monster kid’s young voice called from behind. “Yo!” The call was followed by the sound of little, clawed feet running across wood. Frisk turned around as the monster cautiously joined him.

"What are you doing here?" said Frisk.

"Uh, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but . . . I wanna ask you something." Monster kid glanced away nervously. "Man, I've never had to ask anyone this before." He faced Frisk. "Um . . . You're human, right?"

"Uh . . . yeah," said Frisk.

The monster smiled. "Man! I knew it! Well . . . I know it now, I mean. Undyne told me, um, 'stay away from that human.' So, like, um . . ." He looked down at the bridge they stood on as a frown came to his face. "I guess that makes us enemies or something. But I kinda stink at that, haha."

"We don’t have to be enemies, right?"

Monster kid looked up at Frisk. "Yo, say something mean so I can hate you," he said.

Frisk stepped back. "What?"

"Please?"

Frisk shook his head. "No."

The monster scowled. "Yo, what? So I have to do it myself?"

"I’m not going to be mean to you for no reason," said Frisk.

The other kid sighed. "Here goes nothing. Yo, I . . . I hate your guts," he said. Frisk didn't feel very insulted. He had heard much worse. Monster kid frowned and stepped back. "Man, I . . . I'm such a turd. I . . . I'm gonna go home now." He backed away from Frisk then turned and bolted back across the bridge. In the process, he lost his footing and fell onto a couple weak boards. They cracked and took the little monster down with them.

"No!" Frisk shouted. He rushed to the edge and looked down.

Monster kid had managed to grab hold of a rope between his teeth. He peered up at the human and called through his teeth. "Yo, wait! Help!"

Frisk didn't hesitate to offer a hand. But realizing the monster had no way of grabbing a hand, Frisk took hold of a spine on his head. He pulled the monster back onto the bridge. After scooting away from the hole, the children stood and smiled at each other. "Are you okay?" said Frisk.

The monster nodded. "Yeah, thanks to you." A dark silhouette behind them caught Frisk’s attention. He glanced back to see Undyne watching them. Monster kid looked back as well. Deathly silence filled the cave as Undyne started across the bridge toward them. The little monster reluctantly stepped forward, blocking the way to Frisk. "Yo . . . dude . . ." he said. "If . . . you wanna hurt my friend . . . you're gonna have to get through me . . . first." Frisk stared. This was something he hadn’t expected from monster kid. The human glanced passed him to see how she'd respond.

Undyne stopped as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. "He is a human," she said.

"But . . . he's a nice human," said the kid. Undyne mumbled something to herself then reluctantly stepped back and turned to leave. Monster kid gave Frisk a smile. "She's gone."

"You didn't have to do that," said Frisk.

"Yo, you really saved my skin. I don't mind helping you. Guess being enemies was just a nice thought. We'll just have to be friends instead," said the monster.

Frisk smiled. "I'd like that."

Monster kid glanced across the bridge. "Man . . . I should really go home. I bet my parents are worried sick about me!" He hoped over the gap and looked over a shoulder. "Later, dude!" He turned and hurried into the darkness.

Frisk frowned. "Yeah. My parents are probably worried too," he mumbled. He continued down the tunnel and reached an entrance. Warm air blew through the opening, howling as it passed. Frisk looked up. There was an ominous, orange/red glow on the horizon obscured by the pointed shapes of several dark, jagged rocks. But what grabbed the child’s immediate attention was the armored form of Undyne positioned above the entrance. Her back was turned but she clearly knew Frisk was there. She began to speak calmly as she stared over the horizon before her.

"Seven," she said. "Seven human souls, and we will be free."

Frisk took in a deep breath, summoning the courage to ask her something. "How . . . many do you have now?"

"Six," she said. "That's how many we have collected thus far." Undyne turned to face the human. "Understand?" Frisk swallowed nervously and nodded. "Through your seventh and final soul, this world will be transformed." Undyne sighed and turned her head away. "First, however, as is customary for those who make it this far, I shall tell you the tragic tale of our people. It all started long ago . . ." She stopped. Several seconds passed in silence. Undyne’s hands closed into fists. "No, you know what? Forget it!" She stomped a foot on the ground and turned to glare down at the child. Frisk stepped back. "Why should I tell you that story, when you're about to die?!"

"Because I want to know?" said Frisk.

Undyne reached to remove her helmet, revealing her face. She was some kind of fish-like creature with fins on the sides of her head. She had long, red hair tied in a ponytail. She had a yellow eye that glinted in dim light, but the other was covered with a patch. Undyne sneered at Frisk and tossed her helmet aside. "You! You're standing in the way of everybody's hopes and dreams! Alphys' history books made me think humans were compassionate." Undyne pointed a finger down at Frisk. "But you?! You're just a remorseless criminal!" Frisk backed away, trembling. His mouth dropped open, brown eyes wide. Undyne scowled. "You wander through the caverns, attacking anyone you please."

Frisk shook his head and gave the best excuse he could think of. "It was self-defense! They jumped out at me!"

Undyne rolled her eyes. "Self-defense? Please. You didn't kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy . . . because you wanted power." Frisk cringed. She was right . . . and he knew it. He had given in to an urge to get stronger. Now . . . now he was going to reap the consequences. "Human . . ." Undyne continued. "Do you think it was fun when I found out? Do you think it's fun when people's family members never come home? Is that fun?" Frisk slowly shook his head. "No," she agreed. Undyne grinned. "But your time's up! You won't hurt anyone else! A knight in shining armor has appeared. And all the pain you inflicted on the fallen . . . every hope, every dream you've turned to dust, I'm gonna send right back through my spear!" She lifted her hand, spear appearing in her grasp. "I'll show you how determined monsters truly are! Come on!" Undyne motioned Frisk to come toward her. "Step forward and let's end this!"

Frisk backed into the rock behind him. He didn't want to fight her. He wasn’t ready to face up to consequences. Not including Toriel, he had pointlessly murdered ten monsters so far. As he peered up at Undyne, Frisk already regretted the mistakes he had made. That voice . . . that stupid voice in his head telling him to kill those monsters, had led him to believe he should. Now he regretted ever listening to it. He glanced left then right as wind howled. There had to be another way. He had to get by her somehow. He wasn't going to hurt her if he could help it. But maybe somehow he could convince her that this was a mistake. Soft yellow light flickered near Frisk as determination filled him. He took a deep breath. Whatever was coming, he probably deserved. Undyne didn't even know about Toriel. Frisk was sorry for what he had done . . . but there was no way to run. It was time to stand for his wrongs. To Undyne . . . he was a villain. But maybe it wasn’t too late to change that. Frisk narrowed his eyes and reluctantly took a step forward.

Undyne grinned. "That's it then! No more running away! Here I come!" She jumped from the rocks above, landing hard in front of the entrance. "Fight me . . . human."

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#undertale #fan fiction #undertale fanfiction #waterfall #undyne #frisk #monster kid #part three #frisky business #foraflower au #my favorite picture of undyne i've done so far

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jugpea · 6 years ago

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big fists, bigger heart

↪ jughead jones x sweet pea summary: sweet pea’s always hated how much trouble jughead gets himself into and hates how much he gives a fuck about it. a/n: this was mostly done at 1 am, as per usual, so it’s unedited and sloppy and messy. @evolretla had sent in some inspo for something and I kinda just went with some of that, so I hope you find some satisfaction in this piece. If ya’ll have any other requests, please send them here!

Sweet Pea hated Riverdale High. If not for their prejudice, then for the fact he was sitting in the student lounge, and was the only one stuck wearing a turtleneck. He hated it’s high ceilings and large classrooms. He hated how soft and comfortable everyone and everything looked. He hated how the bathroom stalls had doors - well, no. He actually didn’t totally hate that.

But he definitely hated the fact he was reduced to nothing more than a gang member, and because of this, he now owned a rather sizable collection of turtlenecks and scarves.

He hated those, too.

Goddamn his pride and that neck tattoo.

He sat on a seat next to Fangs, greeting him with a gruff “Hey” before pulling the apple from his brown bag. He bit into the sweetness of its core, watching his friends fingers work the deck of cards absently. They spent most of their lunches like this. Eating whatever they had, if they had anything, and passing the time with unenthusiastic conversation.

Normally, at Southside, he would have been at a table full of Serpents, laughing about stupid things. Careless things. His conversation wasn’t monitored, no one ever thought to snake on a snake. Southside might have been a whole in the ground, but at least it had been one he was comfortable with.

But today he was wearing a turtleneck under his jean vest and band tee, getting the rest of his high school diploma at Riverdale High instead. Something that definitely looked better on a college application than a high school on the side of town that’s crumbling in poverty and gang violence, but still not something Sweet Pea was sure was an upgrade.

So when Jughead Jones strolled straight into the lounge ten minutes later, change in hand, causally giving them a “Oh hey, guys,” Sweet Pea wondered if Jones had a death wish. His Serpent leather clung to his frame, plaid shirt wrapped loosely around his hips - hips that Sweet Pea had already paid too much attention too over the last few weeks. He returns his eyes to the foyer, his stomach twisting nervously as Bulldogs stand from their seats.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Instantaneously, like magnets, Fangs and Sweet Pea stood on their feet; Jughead was refusing, again, and Reginald Mantle was not having his shit today. Come to think of it, Reggie hadn’t wanted any of their shit from the moment they walked in the front doors, and was doing a damn good job of making sure the experience was less than pleasant. He felt his nails dig deeply into the flesh of his palms, fists forming at just even the mere thought of Reggie pulling this shi-

Red. That’s all he can see, that’s all he can feel. Immense heat rising to the surface of his skin as he rushed forward, hands gripping tightly onto the shoulders of a blue and yellow jacket, pulling as roughly as he could to drag them away from Jughead.

Get them away from Jughead.

Get to Jughead.

Get Jughead.

Jughead was holding his own very well, which wasn’t much of a surprise to Sweet Pea. He handled the gauntlet well. He bounced back and recovered quickly. He was somewhat of a miracle mystery to Sweets. The teen reminded him of a walking, talking version of the quote “I can do this all day”. With that thought in mind, the Serpent reared his arm back and launched it forward into the closest Bulldog, just in time for Weatherbee’s arrival.

He endured forty-five minutes of grueling lecture and reminders of what expectations this ‘educational establishment’ had of its student body. How they were not exemplary, by any means, and were giving him second thoughts on taking them into the school at all.

The door slammed behind them, leaving the group to disassemble once they had each finished receiving their individual punishments, leaving the Serpent alone with Jughead. “Was that necessary? Are you happy?” Sweet Pea fired, pointing to the door of the office they had just come out of. “Suspension, Jones? The hell, man?”

“Do you even get it?” Jughead shot back vehemently, bracing his hands on his hips. “And you wanna know something? I don’t need you to always come saving my ass, I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own, thanks.”

Jeesh. “Yeah, Jones. I get it.”

“Why aren’t you more pissed, huh?” Sweet Pea blinked at the anger that’s hidden in the intricate hues of Jughead’s eyes. The green overpowered the blue, something that Sweet Pea noticed only ever happened when the teen’s emotions were on surface level. Much like himself, it appeared Jug had issues with his temper, too.

“I am pissed,” Sweet Pea assured him, but the boy merely folded his arms and lifted his brows in disbelief. “What do you want from me?”

“Something.” Jughead was frustrated, clutching the beanie on his head, sinking to the floor in front of a row of lockers. “Anything. Protest Weatherbee’s rules — the ones that only apply to the southsiders that transferred in.”

“He threatened suspension, now we’re suspended.” Sweet Pea shook his head, a sudden exhaustion falling over his shoulders. “Next time, it’s expulsion. Is that what you want? There won’t be rules to follow if we don’t go here anymore.”

The teen didn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he was staring angrily at the tiles on the floor. Sweet Pea sighed, head falling back as a wave of frustration rolled down his spine. Then, he joined Jughead on the ground and pulled his knees to his chest.

“Look, I hate this as much as you do. But this was expected — honestly, it could have been a lot worse.” Odd that it should be Sweet Pea trying to knock some sense into him — but also, perhaps, very fitting given that out of everyone, he might have felt the most out of place.

The raven haired teen looked up at his towering figure, eyes careful and cautious as he nodded. “Fine. I’ll back off.” Sweet Pea had his doubts in Jughead’s words, but he reached forward and squeezed the boys hand in reassurance.

“No you won’t. But I’ll keep you in check.”

“The fuck you will.”

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Sweet Pea lifted the backpack up over his shoulder, grunting under the heavy weight of it all. Inside the bag, twenty pounds of chains and several large tools that were to be used as weapons in the upcoming fight. The one where he would fight to protect his home, the one where he would fight to avenge his best friend.

The one that was dead.

He was trying as hard to keep his composure together. Jughead had gone missing shortly after the news had been broken to them, which bothered the Serpent more than he wanted it to. They were at an idea about the entire situation, but that didn’t stop his heart from wrenching worriedly when he realized the Price was missing.

The reality of what had just happened was finally sinking in - the riot outside was more proof of the hatred that fuelled this town. They were all dead men. It wasn’t just about Fangs anymore, it was about all of them.

Not knowing where Jughead could possibly be was not helping Sweet Pea’s anxiety.

And later, when FP received a call, and they were grouped together outside of their old stomping ground by the docks, Sweet Pea watched as their King emerged from the bushes, son in arms, covered in his own blood. Another strike of fear pulsed through his heart, lungs deflating at the sight. The emotion overcame him so quickly, he didn’t have enough time to registered what had even happened.

Tears brimmed his eyes, a sob bubbling in his chest; he rushed over to where his bike was parked next to Toni’s unable to stand with the others, unable to hold his composure any longer. “Fuck,” he cried, hands braced on the seat of his Harley. “Fuck!” This time it comes out in an angry scream, energy pulsing forward to push the bike across the dirt path.

His fingers then go into his hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he falls to his knees. So many things he should have said, so many things he wanted to do - and two of the only people he had ever felt any sort of any emotion for had just been ripped from him, all in the same night.

The crushing sensation came down on his chest, like bricks stacking and building. His heart clenched tightly, breathing staggered and uneven. He recognized this feeling. He knew what came next, he knew how to stop it but no matter what thoughts he forced into his head, all he circled back to was the image of his hands covered in his best friends blood.

And then, he would think about Jughead.

And it would start all over again.

He rocked back and forth on his knees for what felt like hours. The cold had numbed him, jeans soaked from the mud in which he had fallen into. Sweet Pea hardly registered Toni or her words as she dropped down on her knees next to him, hands soothing his matted hair, running them over his arms to try to pull him up from the ground.

Key word was try.

“What are we gonna do?” He mumbled, eyes bleary and unfocused as Cheryl dropped down onto the other side. There was an exchange of looks, knowing glances between lovers that understood exactly what this feeling was.

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There wasn’t much to the scene that unfolded. It featured a raven haired stud perched on a stool at the bar, drink in his hand, hair falling forward into his eyes. He looked sexy, really. He wore his leather over a plain black tee that was stretched over the expansion of his chest, and his long legs were covered in an equally dark denim. A blue plaid shirt had been tied neatly around his waist, threaded through his belt loops to ensure it didn’t fall.

His eyes were scouting the other heads around the area. He was observing their behaviours, having not had enough interaction in this setting to know what to do without the company of his date. When a couple approaches him, it’s easy to see how quickly he’s overcome with nervousness. Like a deer in headlights - or, perhaps doe was a more fitting description.

The girl places her hand against his thigh, red nails dragging along the material, auburn locks framing her face. Her partner stands behind her, eyes equally hungry as they drink in the glory of the Southside King. From where Sweet Pea was standing, the man was trying very hard to convince Jughead to head out with them.

It was only when he noticed Jughead’s polite refusal, and the less polite reaction from the pursuing male that he decided to step in.

He made his arrival known, boots heavy on the ground as he came up behind the couple. “Beat it, asshat,” he growled, shoulders squared and head high, “He’s just not that into you.”

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” the man laughed, arm wrapping around the shoulders of his partner. His eyes now surveyed Sweet Pea, from his boots up to the curls in his hair. Something of approval lit fire in his eyes.

Gross.

“You’ll see absolutely fuckin’ nothing if you and your broad don’t motor. Right the fuck now.” Please, oh please give me a reason to beat your face into the bar.

From the corner of his eye, however, he can see a clear look of disapproval. Blue hues squinted into slots, comfortably waiting for the confrontation to end so they could resume the rest of their evening, but knew that if Sweet Pea didn’t cool it, their evening would come to a regrettable end.

“Not worth it.” Jughead mouth, a shake in his head.

The girl slipped something into the front pocket of Jughead’s jacket, tapping the material twice. “In case you change your mind.” She sounded hopeful, swinging her eyes over to Sweet Pea’s enormous frame. “Maybe you can change his, instead.”

“I said leave, moron.” The Serpent pushed past the couple to take his place on the stool next to Jughead; he tended to his drink, painfully aware of the couple retreating behind them. He could hear their mutters, but they only moved further into the bar to claim a table in the corner.

Beer wasn’t as cold as it was before he left for the bathroom, but he swung it back in a few quick swallows. He started thinking about the napkin tucked into Jug’s jacket, then twisted in his seat to take hold of the edge.

Justin and Dominique.

Their numbers were scribbled at the bottom, along with a suggestive comment. One he didn’t give Jughead the opportunity to read; he crumpled it in his palm and sunk it into the water in a nearby glass.

There was a sharp slap on his shoulder, followed by a harsh, “What the fuck, Pea?”

Sweet Pea took a calming breath, pulling the air deep into his lungs, trying to steady the pulse that was racing. His entire body felt alive with fire, burning hot in his veins, lava pooling in his stomach. He turned back to Jughead, definitively locking his gaze, “We’re not looking to add to what we have.”

A spur of curiosity crossed the teens face, eyes searching Sweet Pea’s features as he replied, “And what exactly do we have?”

Gripping a fistful of the front of Jug’s shirt, he pulled him in until their lips met. Something that was meant to be short and fleeting was quickly overcome with a greater emotion. At the first taste of the boys tongue, Sweet Pea let out a deep moan of approval, reluctantly pulling away to give the teen an answer, before he no longer had the courage to say it.

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” He stated, fingers stroking the hair away from Jughead’s face. “And that’s all there really is to it.”

#jugpea #jughead jones #sweet pea #swughead #jughead jones x sweet pea #southside serpents #jp: fic #mine #hope dis is alright #im diggin these two so much rn

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soloragoldsun · 7 years ago

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Freezerburn Week- Day 4: Double Date

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pair of high schoolers!” Yang exclaimed, picking her sister up in a tight hug.

“Hrk! Hi, Yang!” Ruby muttered through gritted teeth, letting out a breath as she was put down.

“Oscar! C’mere, buddy!”

Oscar wisely braced himself before he was pulled into a crushing embrace that left his spine in questionable condition. He stumbled a bit as he was placed back on the ground, and Ruby gently held his shoulders until he got his bearings back. “Ow… Nice to see you again, Yang.”

“If you’re done breaking their poor backs,” Weiss said as she exited the apartment complex and walked over. “Perhaps, you can help with their luggage?”

“What luggage? They only brought a tiny suitcase each, plus a sleeping bag. Not everyone goes as crazy as you do when travelling,” Yang noted, pecking Weiss’s cheek before taking both suitcases out of the car.

“Actually, I also have a cooler in the trunk,” Oscar piped up.

“Ah, right. That’s the veggies for our hot pot party tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. I got eggplant, cabbage, squash, carrots, potatoes, and sprouts.”

“Sounds good, except for the sprouts,” Yang laughed. “But I fully expect you to devour those on your own, buddy.”

“Hey, sprouts are good if prepared right.”

Ruby was nodding. “Yeah, he kinda sold me on them.”

“Wait, what?” Yang gasped. “My sister is eating sprouts? What is this?!”

“If you cut them in half and fry them in bacon grease, they’re really good!” Ruby insisted.

Weiss frowned. “Doesn’t that take away the nutritional value?”

“Uh, no! No nutrients are zapped from the sprouts. Adding bacon doesn’t equal subtracting healthiness. Come on, Weiss. It’s basic math.” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Oscar snickered, giving his girlfriend a fond look before turning to Weiss. “Oh, is there a gas station nearby? We didn’t see one when we were pulling in.”

“It’s just down the road that way. We can stop there on the way to the butcher’s shop,” Weiss assured him. “For now, let’s get you two settled in.”

The four went up the stairs, and then up several more stairs until they reached the third floor of the complex, where Weiss unlocked the second door down the hallway and invited them in. The interior of the apartment was cozy and clean, with a futon taking up the living space, along with two small armchairs. A table bearing a large pot sat near the kitchen area, which was also in immaculate condition. Lights had been strung along the ceiling to make the place more colorful, and various odds and ends showing signs of Yang and Weiss’s college and fandom-related lives were scattered everywhere.

“Whoa!” Oscar’s eyes lit up as he put his sleeping bag on the ground, noticing a shelf of movies and games. “You have all the Studio Ghibli movies!” He stared at the DVDs. “Oh, Princess Kaguya. I haven’t seen that one yet.”

“Wait until you’re in the mood to bawl your eyes out,” Yang advised, shooting Weiss a glare. “I wasn’t sufficiently warned.”

“Consider it payback for introducing me to Grave of the Fireflies without telling me anything beforehand,” Weiss shot back.

“I really like Pom Poko,” Ruby piped up. “Though, everyone makes fun of it.”

“Most people see the giant tanuki balls, and don’t see anything else,” Yang said with a shrug.

“I don’t get that,” Oscar sighed. “I mean, it’s a bit weird, but it’s part of the lore surrounding tanuki in Japan, and there’s so much more to the movie than just that.”

The four continued to chat amicably as they unpacked Ruby and Oscar’s things. Then, talk went to plans for the weekend.

“So, we still need to get the meat and other stuff for tomorrow’s hot pot,” Weiss said. “And the butcher’s shop is closed on Sunday. We could walk around town a bit, do our shopping, then come back in time to get ready to go clubbing.”

Oscar’s eyes lit up. When planning his and Ruby’s visit to Yang and Weiss’s apartment, each of them had been asked what they wanted to do while there. Ruby, who had been jealous ever since Yang got a double-sided hot pot and hot plate for Christmas, begged to have a hot pot dinner. Oscar, whose social experiences were limited to pumpkin picking on his farm and the lame high school homecoming dances, wanted to go dancing in an actual college town.

“So, my age won’t be an issue?” he asked. While Ruby was eighteen and wouldn’t have any trouble getting into the clubs, he had only recently turned seventeen.

“Nah. There are some clubs that won’t let you in, but I did my homework,” Yang assured him. “There are enough clubs to last us several nights. You’ll just get two exes on your hand instead of one.”

“I can deal with that.”

The four went into town next. After filling Ruby’s car for the drive home on Monday morning, the group went to the butcher’s shop for beef, then the grocery store for shrimp and crab stick.

“I wish we could get more variety,” Weiss muttered.

“Hey, we’re on a college budget,” Yang reminded her. “This is pretty good, all things considered. Besides, most of our weekend money just went toward the soup ingredients.” They would probably be eating mostly potatoes until their next pay day, not that Ruby and Oscar would ever know that.

“Still worth it, though,” Weiss said, watching Ruby and Oscar with a smile. The two were looking at the large salmons on display, and Ruby was talking excitedly about how Taiyang would sometimes smoke salmon and other fish during the summer.

“Definitely.” Yang looped an arm around Weiss’s waist, hugging her briefly before calling to her sister.

As they walked to the checkout, she couldn’t help but notice how domestic this felt. Sure, she and Weiss had been living together since the beginning of their junior year, and they did nearly everything together from cleaning to shopping, but there was something special about this. Maybe it was the fact that they were technically preparing for their first real dinner party together, even if that party only included two more people.

She found herself imagining living in a nice house with Weiss post-graduation, having a huge holiday dinner with their combined families (minus Weiss’s asshole of a father, of course). Qrow and Winter were glaring lightning bolts at each other while Taiyang sat between them, masterfully keeping the peace. An older Whitley, who had managed to distance himself from his father by this point, was opening up to Ruby’s relentless kindness and even laughing a bit. Meanwhile, Yang was in the kitchen, preparing a kick-ass turkey while Weiss mixed drinks and the two kept smiling at each other over their shoulders. It was a pretty nice image.

Speaking of nice images, Weiss looked drop-dead gorgeous whenever she dressed up to go clubbing!

There was a handful of clothing items that Weiss had gathered since moving out of her father’s house that were reserved purely for casual, fun situations, and Yang loved it when she wore them. Not only did Weiss look amazing, but she always loosened up in a way she rarely ever did whenever she went to the clubs.

That night, the ensemble consisted of pale blue tights, a jean skirt that was shorter than anything she would have considered wearing a few years ago, a darker blue tank top, and a short jean jacket that had come with the skirt. She also wore a few silver bangles, and a blue choker Ruby had given her for her birthday.

Yang had decided to go with her favorite black short-shorts, a ripped yellow tee-shirt worn over a black tank, and black fingerless gloves with studs on the back.

Ruby had gone with her usual look: black tights, red and black skirt, and one of her rose-printed tee-shirts, though she did have a spiked wrist cuff that had clearly come from Spencer’s.

Oscar was wearing a black tee with a giant skull on it (also obviously from Spencer’s) with gray cargo shorts that bore a single silver chain going from one pocket to the other. He had also tied an orange bandana around his neck and was wearing a spiked wrist cuff that matched Ruby’s. He looked freaking adorable, and Yang had to bite her lip in order to keep from saying so.

The first club was a goth place that let people in for free on Saturdays as long as they were dressed the part. Thankfully, they were pretty lax and considered the spiked cuffs, studded gloves, and choker to be goth enough. Oscar and Ruby both got stamped, and they hurried in.

Oscar openly gaped at the neon-lit bar, the people stumbling about, and the loud bass music coming from the nearby dance area. “Okay, this is nothing like homecoming.”

Yang ruffled his hair. “Welcome to adult partying, kiddo. Have fun. Just make sure to keep hydrated.”

“And stay together at all times,” Weiss added firmly. “Our phones are on, so find us if you need anything, or if you want to leave.”

“Got it,” Ruby held up her phone with a grin.

The four stayed together for a half hour of dancing, during which time Yang and Weiss learned that Ruby and Oscar could absolutely not dance to save their lives. Then again, neither could most of the people there.

Eventually, Yang and Weiss retired to the bar while Ruby and Oscar got a quick drink of water before going back to dancing. Yang ordered a rum and coke while Weiss got a Dirty Shirly.

After taking a sip, Yang cast Weiss a sidewise smile. “Hey, gorgeous. You come here often, or am I just lucky?”

Weiss smirked, immediately going into character. “I come here on occasion, though I’m not sure what you mean by ‘lucky.’” She sipped her drink, giving Yang a coy glance.

“Getting a look at those beautiful eyes, of course,” Yang said with a dashing grin.

Weiss suppressed a giggle, though her cheeks turned a definite shade of pink. “Are you sure it’s my eyes you’re looking at?” she asked in an overly-prim voice.

“Among other things, yeah,” Yang answered smoothly. She spun around on her stool and rested her elbow on the bar. She cocked her head, her dazzling grin still in place. “What about you? See anything you like?”

Weiss made a show of eying Yang up and down, resting her chin on her hand as she did so. “Hm. Perhaps. What would it matter if I did?”

Yang leaned closer, her lavender eyes glinting conspiratorially. “Well, I got a pretty sweet pad not far from here. Perfect for entertaining a lovely lady, such as yourself. What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

Unable to hold it together any longer, Weiss burst out laughing. Yang quickly followed, the two dissolving into mirth, putting their drinks down to keep from spilling.

“It’s no wonder I’m your first girlfriend,” Weiss gasped. “You are awful at flirting!”

“Hey! I am freaking amazing, and you know it!” Yang huffed. “And Blake was my girlfriend in high school for, like, a month! That counts!”

“Oh, please.” Weiss rolled her eyes. “‘Getting a look at those beautiful eyes?’ That is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Shut up, you love it!” Yang elbowed Weiss gently, snickering as she took a sip of her rum and coke, which was starting to go flat. She poured more coke into it before gulping it down.

It was nice to relax and go drinking, especially now that their exams were over. As a rule, due to the history of alcoholism in both of their families, they didn’t keep booze in the house. They only drank in social situations, and only got drunk at parties and weddings. So far, they were doing pretty well. Neither one planned on getting overly drunk while they had Ruby and Oscar to mind, of course.

“I may take you up on your offer,” Weiss said as she finished her own drink. “Once our guests go home.” She winked before putting enough money for both of their drinks on the bar, grabbing Yang’s hand, and leading her back toward the dance floor.

They were making their way to Ruby and Oscar, when they saw someone else get there first. It was a college-aged boy who was clearly inebriated, and who started dancing a little too obscenely and a little too close to Ruby. Oscar quickly put himself between the larger boy and his girlfriend, and the two moved to a different part of the dance floor. When the college boy tried to follow, he found himself blocked by Yang and Weiss.

“Aren’t those kids a bit young for you?” Yang growled, her eyes taking on a reddish tinge.

“And no, that wasn’t an offer from us,” Weiss clarified. “Shoo,” she said, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.

The guy took a step forward, paused, glanced at Yang’s clenched fists and obvious muscles, and thought better of it. With a shrug, he walked off, stumbling a bit on his way back to the bar.

Yang turned to Ruby and Oscar, who were gazing at her and Weiss like they were the coolest people on the planet. “And now you’ve both had your first Club Creep,” she said. “In the future, if Weiss or I aren’t around, look for the nearest bartender or bouncer. Got it?”

“Oh, we know!” Oscar insisted. “We were just about to go to the bar when you two showed up.”

Ruby shrugged. “I could’ve taken him. I’ve been taking self-defense classes. My hand-to-hand is getting pretty good.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever have to use it.” Yang ruffled her sister’s hair affectionately. “So, want to hit another place? There’s a club nearby that’s having a Gay Night as well as a drag show in another half hour.”

“Yeah!” Oscar said eagerly.

“Let’s go!” Ruby insisted.

The four ended up visiting three clubs overall before Weiss noticed Oscar stumbling with exhaustion and called it a night. Even though both she and Yang were fairly tipsy by this point, they ended up supporting Ruby and Oscar during most of the walk home. Everyone was so tired, they fell asleep almost immediately, Ruby on the futon, Oscar on top of his sleeping bag, and Yang and Weiss in their shared bed.

They were slow to wake up the next day, with Weiss waking up first at noon and showering immediately. Next came Oscar, then Ruby, and finally Yang. Once everyone was awake, they had a light late breakfast at Weiss’s favorite coffee shop. Though they were hungry, they carefully avoided eating too much in anticipation for the hot pot meal that night.

Back at the apartment, Weiss set to work preparing two hot pot broths, one spicy, one not. Ruby openly gaped at her.

“I can’t believe it!” she gasped. “The person who set our oven on fire is being allowed to cook without supervision!”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “That was one time, and it happened several years ago,” she huffed. “I’ve gotten better since then.”

“If there aren’t any fires, I’ll believe you.” Ruby’s nose wrinkled as she watched Weiss sauté the peppers and spices. “That’s a lot of spice.” She also detected a burning aroma from where Yang was prepping a pot of hot oil.

“Don’t worry, sis. That’s why the pot is two-sided. And we got sesame sauce, soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sesame oil for dipping.” Yang took a taste of the hot oil, grinning as her tongue was immediately numbed. “Perfect!”

“I can chop up the vegetables, if you want,” Oscar offered.

“Go for it,” Yang said. “Ruby, can you get the meat?”

Ruby obeyed, looking skeptically at the plate of shrimp. “Are you sure we don’t peel it before cooking?”

“Completely,” Weiss assured her. “You cook them in the soup, suck out the head, then peel the rest before dipping.”

Yang snickered. “Yeah, sis. That’ll be the only head you ever suck, amirite?”

Ruby groaned. “Again, with the ace jokes!” She elbowed her sister and smiled to show that she didn’t actually mind.

Dinner was a long and very fun affair, and there was more than enough food to go around. Yang, of course, ate a good amount of beef, as well as the eggplant. Weiss enjoyed the potatoes and mussels. Ruby went for the beef, as well as many of the vegetables. Oscar mostly ate the vegetables and shrimp. He and Ruby decimated the sprouts. Eventually, Yang relented and tried one. After cooking it in the spicy broth and dipping it in some sesame sauce, she begrudgingly admitted that it tasted pretty good.

After cleaning up, the four were pleasantly drowsy, but not ready to go to sleep just yet. So, Yang broke out the sodas and popcorn and put in Spirited Away. She and Weiss made it to the end, while Ruby and Oscar fell asleep halfway through. Carefully, the older girls got up and rearranged the two kids so that they were lying fully on the futon. Ruby mumbled something in her sleep and cuddled closer to Oscar, who smiled slightly at whatever he was dreaming about.

Yang had to cover her mouth to keep from squealing. “They are so adorable! I can’t!”

Weiss smiled fondly. “They certainly are.” She pulled the blanket over the two, turned off the television, and took their copy of Castle in the Sky from the shelf. “Want to continue this in our room?”

Yang grinned. “Definitely!”

The two cuddled together in their bed, Weiss’s laptop propped up on both of their laps as they started the movie. Weiss nuzzled against Yang’s shoulder, smiling as Yang kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer with one arm. A half hour later, she was sound asleep.

Yang carefully folded the laptop and placed it to the side before maneuvering herself and Weiss into a lying-down position. Pulling her girlfriend close, she shut her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Normally, she’d entertain a sappy thought or two concerning her girlfriend, her sister, Oscar, or a combination of the above factors, but she fell asleep too quickly for even that.

I thought I’d give you a nice side of Rose Garden with your @freezerburn-week entry today! I seriously can’t get enough of my adorable babies!

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m0onbean · 7 years ago

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Bonfire (Camp Counselor AU!) Chapter 4

category: floofy

pairing: sanha X reader

warnings: cussing

note: WOW I FINALLY UPDATED THIS SERIES! sorry it took so long... i lost inspiration to write anymore, was caught up in requests, and a whole bunch of other shit. enjoy!

What you expected for your first night at Camp Moon was definitely not a shirtless MJ running around the cabin clanging pots and Moonbin screaming BTS lyrics.

"EXTRA PLUS ORDINARY... GEUGEOTTO BYEOL GEO ANYEOOOO!!"

Groaning, you used the pillow you brought from home to muffle your ears. "DO NOT WAKE ME UP UNLESS YOU ARE RAP MONSTER."

Hurt, Moonbin clenched his chest but left the room anyways. You heard groaning from above you which reminded you of Sanha's presence.

"Good morning Sanha," you sighed and started to climb out of your scrambled bed. You heard some shuffling of blankets above you and a lengthy yawn. Chuckling, you finally manage to leave the room to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

When you finished and closed the lights to the restroom, you were taken aback by the glowing face standing in the door way.

"AH!" You yelped and stumbled back. Upon closer inspection, you realized that it was just Rocky... being Rocky.

His customized flashlight was shining under his chin and he was smiling mischievously. "Good morning (Y/N), ROCKY SWAG. It's currently 6 am, congrats for waking up earlier than Sanha!"

"Kinda difficult to not wake up when MJ is literally slamming metal pots together and Moonbin is screaming lyrics to Not Today," you sarcastically replied and headed back towards Sanha's room.

Rocky chuckled and followed behind you, "Be prepared for that every weekday morning. Which reminds me..." he pulled out a crumpled paper from his hoodie pockets and tried to straighten it out. After failing at straightening out the completely wrecked piece of paper, he just handed it to you.

You looked over it curiously and saw that it was a document that held this entire week's schedule. "Right now we're going to eat breakfast in the mess hall and come back and start preparing for our kids to arrive later at 12," Rocky explained as you read everything.

Nodding your head, you attempted to fold it neatly and place it in your pockets. "Sounds great! I'm excited to meet our kids."

He smiled, "They're always wonderful every year. By the way, since we have some time, head over to the office to get your own flashlight right now."

Obeying him, you quickly changed into a shirt, jeans, and hoodie, and marched down to the office. As you headed there, you caught a glimpse of the other camps' cabins. They were of all different sizes, representing how many people were in each camp. Clearly, Camp Moon had the smallest cabin, but possibly the nicest one.

At a glance, Camp Sun's cabin could definitely be mistaken for an office. It was no wonder why you accidentally approached them first, mistaking them as the office instead of an ACTUAL cabin. It was ENORMOUS. Different flyers and posters were taped on the front door and it basically gave off that official vibe.

A shiver ran down your spine when you were reminded of your encounter with Howie. To think that you shook his hand even frightens you to this day,

Upon arriving at the office, you noticed some adults working at the front desk, occupied with their work. You opened the glass door to be welcomed with a powerful heater blasting warmth. Sighing in relief, you walk up to one of the workers and greet them.

The woman had round glasses on, brown bangs, and a cute camp outfit. "Hi my name is Leslie, nice to meet you!" she shook your hand and sweetly smiled.

"Nice to meet you too! My name is (Y/N), I'm new here." you cheerfully replied.

"Ah, are you the new Moon everyone's been talking about?"

You were caught off guard. "H-huh?"

Leslie cocked her head at your unawareness. "Yeah! Everyone's been talking about how Camp Moon finally got a new member after years... and how it's a girl!"

Scratching the back of your neck, you looked down to the floor in embarrassment. "Oh... yeah. That's me."

"Well, welcome! It's really amazing how you fit into that camp. I'm in Camp Venus, I just got duty to work in the office for now."

"Oh, nice! About that, I'm here to customize my flashlight."

"Okay, follow me!" she gestured you to another room where different sorts of machines lined up against the wall. Shelves and cabinets were everywhere, making the room really look like an arts and crafts room.

"What color do you want your flashlight to be?" Leslie asked while looking through the different cabinets.

"What colors have been taken already?" you asked while watching her.

She hums and takes out a document. "Jinjin took green, MJ yellow, Eunwoo blue, Moonbin black, Rocky red, and Sanha pink." (these are based on their power ranger colors from ASTRO OK READY)

"I'll take white then," you answered while remembering how Sanha showed you his snazzy pink flashlight.

Leslie nodded while scribbling on her notebook. "I'll make the flashlight right now and give it to you during lunch."

Thanking her, you were about to turn out the door before she stopped you.

"Wait... You know Jinjin right?" she hastily asked and a pink tint rose on her small face.

You rotated your body to face her again. "Yeah. The one who talks slowly right?"

She laughed, mouth curling up and eyes smiling. "Yup, that's him! He's always been like that."

"What about him?"

"Oh... u-uh... can you ask if..." she shyly lowered her voice. "-he likes me?"

Upon arriving at the cabin, you saw that everybody had woken up and was running around the house in a rush. They all screamed good morning at you not before rushing in and out doors.

"What's going on?" you asked curiously while dodging all of their movements.

"We're behind schedule!" Eunwoo screeched while trying to pull up a sock on his foot.

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you took the crumpled schedule out and tried to read the text. Indeed, you all were supposed to be at the mess hall by now.

"It's all because Sanha couldn't get out of bed earlier!" Rocky whined while sitting at the couch casually, waiting for everybody.

Once they were all done washing up, everybody walked out the door, bodies shivering from the morning air. Although you put an extra layer of sweater on, it was still cold. Why didn't you bring any winter coats?!

Sanha noticed your arms shaking so he walked up behind you and hugged you tightly while waddling like a duck. Giggling, you copied his motion and the both of you waddled together with his arms wrapped around your body.

"Get a room," Moonbin groaned and hugged himself alone.

As you all walked across the mountain to reach the mess hall, you spot another group also heading towards there. The group was made of a TON of people marching simultaneously.

"Who's that?" you quietly asked.

"Camp Sun." Jinjin answered in a low voice.

It was pretty obvious considering the extremely buff and large man leading them all, Howie. Sanha hugged you tighter as you all kept on walking while keeping wary eye contact of them.

Inevitably, the both of your camps met at the front of the mess hall. Howie gave your group the stink eye. "You guys are late... as expected of you Moons."

"We could say the same about you," Eunwoo scoffed.

The buff man scowled, "Be prepared to get your asses beat in the tournament next month. We have practiced all the games together and let's just say you'll be faced with another defeat... again."

His eyes met yours and he examined you carefully. "Huh, a new girl? Aren't you the menace who came up to my door on the first day?"

Your body stiffened, "Yes. I'm so glad it was the wrong door."

He cackled, ice driping off the edge of his voice. "All of us agree. We wouldn't want a weak girl like you here anyways."

"HEY! Don't fucking call her that when you don't even know her." Sanha suddenly barked while gripping tightly onto your hoodie.

Howie eyed him suspiciously, "Why? Defending your GIRLFRIEND I see?"

A blush crept up on Sanha's cheeks. Before Jinjin could beat Howie's ass, the door to the mess hall flung open. Behind the doors stood a tall lady with tied back blonde hair.

"You guys are so freaking late! Get your asses in here!" she scolded and turned around back to the cafeteria.

After giving eachother one last death glare, the two of you entered the huge auditorium. Loud conversations boomed in the room as soon as you stepped in. Lunch tables were set up with a bunch of people sitting at them together. The boys lead you to a table near the walls of the room and you all sat down together.

"Sorry you had to see that (Y/N)... we have bad tension with Camp Sun." Jinjin muttered shamefully.

"Oh, it's fine." you waved off.

"They're way too competitive, but we don't accept their hate like that," MJ spitefully said, venom dripping off his voice much different than his usual honey sweet vocals.

Sanha stayed silent with his head bowed down shamefully. You nudged his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

He nodded at you but said nothing else. As the other members talked amongst themselves, your hand found Sanha's and your fingers interlaced.

"Sanha... tell me what's wrong," you quietly urged so the other members wouldn't hear.

He sighed in defeat and glanced at you, "I just don't like how Camp Sun is probably going to pick on you now for being a 'girl' which I don't even understand..."

Giving him a reassuring smile, you squeezed his hand. "It's fine Sanha. I can handle myself."

He crooked his eyebrow silently but squeezed your hand back anyways. "I'm trusting you to stay strong (Y/N)..."

"What are you two talking about?" MJ nosed in by stretching his arm and leaning next to you guys.

"What did we say about choosing favorites!" Jinjin pouted solemnly.

"Ah, I'm sorry guys! It's just that I had something to ask Sanha, that's it!" you urgently insisted.

They all rolled their eyes and gave you a we're salty and you should further explain yourself look. To your defense, Sanha also spoke up, "Don't worry, she was just checking on me."

Moonbin suspiciously eyed how you two were still holding hands under the table. Realizing what it looked like, you quickly released your hand from Sanha's and shoved it back in your pocket. "I-It's not what it looks like..."

MJ gasped dramatically and stood up. "(Y/N)... You're cheating on us?!"

Everybody else except both you and Sanha's burning faces all stood up and gasped.

"What about us? What about everything we've been through?" Eunwoo sang with his face in his hands.

"And what about trust?" Moonbin continued and sobbed.

"Guys sit down everybody's watching!" you hissed at them like a mother while forcing their bodies back down on their butts.

To your relief, the High School Musical performance was immediately ceased once a familiar round glasses girl walked up to your table and tapped your shoulder next to you. "Hi (Y/N)!"

"Oh, Leslie!" you exclaimed more happily than it should've sounded.

"Since you're new here, want me to give you a tour of the camp? That is, if you haven't seen it yet," she pushed up her glasses.

"That sounds great!" you jumped up to her offer.

Sanha pouted and grabbed your arm carefully. "I thought you were going to eat breakfast with us."

Leslie looked at him weirdly, "I think she should have a tour here first."

Moonbin jumped in, "No, she should stay here with us since we've only known eachother for one day and we hadn't had breakfast together yet. The tour can wait."

"Well, I think the tour should be now since she won't have a chance to go on it later due to the incoming children," Leslie firmly tugged on your arm.

Looking back and forth, you were left speechless.

"Why don't we just let (Y/N) decide by herself?" Jinjin offered. Leslie's facial expressions immediately softened when her eyes met his.

"U-uh yeah. Sounds good," she retreated like a cat moonwalking back to the shadows.

Everybody's faces turned to yours expectantly.

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outlawqueenbey · 8 years ago

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Finding Home - 7

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12166530/7/Finding-Home-Verse

It’s a bit hazy when she wakes up, but warm and comfy. Mal is definitely behind her breathing heavily in her sleep. How she got from the couch downstairs to her bed is uncertain. Henry possibly carried her? Or Mal and her magic. Either way she is grateful for the thick comforter hugging her body. It’s saturday, which means there is nothing to do but sleep in. Pancakes. She should make Henry pancakes. Does she have strawberries? He likes them with his breakfast, and freshly squeezed orange juice. She could do that for him.

“You awake?” Mal’s voice ghosts around her as her body slides closer, wrapping around Regina’s midsection. She hums in response, curling tighter into her personal furnace. “I know you want to sleep, but I think you and Roland need to talk.” Regina stills, blinking her eyes open, she forgot he was here, how on earth could she have forgotten that. “He found your heart.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She wanted to explain to him everything before he saw the state of her badly bruised organ. “He just wants to know what happened Regina.” She blows out a guilty breath, nodding into her pillow, and perhaps today is going to be that day where she lets her wounds split open, and hopefully, oh god hopefully he understands. So much for a lazy weekend morning. Mal kisses her cheek, and Regina pushes the blanket off of her, swallows thickly and pads over to the bathroom, a hot shower definitely needed before this all goes down. She can hear Mal move from bed too, promising her a cup of coffee when she is ready.

Donning jeans, a green silk blouse and damp hair loosely hung about her shoulders she takes one last breath and heads down the stairs to where three voices are already awake. It’s jarring, walking into the kitchen and seeing Roland there, sitting with a cup of coffee in his palms, a grey henley long sleeve tucked into dark denim jeans, a checkered green and black button up hanging softly open, an ensemble that clearly came from Henry’s closet. Bless her boy and his pure heart of gold.

“Morning mom!” Henry turns, smiling brightly as a her mug he made her in the fourth grade extends out from his hands. She loves this mug. Cracks and all. Doesn’t have it in her to magically fix the little leak that beads where the clay yellow handle attaches to the not quite cylindrical cup. It’s bright blue, a shining orange sun painted on one side, a messy small handprint in red on the other. It’s beautiful to her.

Gratefully she takes the coffee from him, presses a kiss to his bedhead hair, and saddles into a stool beside Roland who is smiling at her. A quiet morning passing his lips, and it is perfect. This is perfect. Sitting with her boys over morning coffee.

They talk about nothing really, it’s mostly Henry that keeps the conversation going as Mal flips a pancake behind them, apparently Regina’s cooking skills aren’t needed. She listens to Henry explain his newest hardship at the school, the kids there aren’t being exactly attentive with christmas breakfast approaching. It’s becoming harder and harder for him to give a meaningful lesson about the ogre’s war when everyone is chattering away about vacation plans.

“Why don’t you just take them outside for a class?” Roland questions behind his mug. Henry hums, chews on the suggestion for a second. “Like let them play outside instead of learning?”

“Not necessarily. But from what I know of the ogre’s war it extended through four winters, and soldiers had to fight in the snow. Maybe you could do like a reenactment of it or something?”

A smile breaks out on Regina’s older boy’s lips, as he pats his younger brother on the back. “That’s a great idea Ro! Thanks.”

“It’s nothing.”

“You know what, why don’t you come with me one day?”

“Why?” Roland stiffens confused. But Henry is Henry and chuckles through Roland’s sudden anxious questions. “Well they used swords, which I can kinda show them, but their main weapon against the ogres was a bow and arrow.”

“You want me to teach them to shoot an arrow?”

“I don’t know if the board would let me use actual arrows, but I’m sure we could fashion something less severe. What do you think?”

Regina watches from the side, flicking her gaze between a smiling hopeful Henry and the nervous twitch in Roland’s hands. “You’d be great at it.” She comments out quietly, shrugging her shoulders when Roland’s eyes widen at her interjection.

“I...uh...I’ll think about it.”

“Great! Let me know.”

Pancakes are served and they spend the rest of the morning with Maleficent regaling tales of her time through the ogre’s war. How there had been king after king begging her to help, for with a dragon on their side, surely no foe could stand a chance. Regina snickers beside Mal who is beyond smug at the reaction she gains from both Henry and Roland. The dragon seems to forget that Regina was there, had spent many a fire lit night in Maleficent’s castle as the woman badgered on about the fact she could take down the entire ogre’s army with a simple spout of flame, but the kings deemed her too dangerous to request her skills. She hadn’t set a single monster on fire, and the fact of the matter was beyond aggravating for the Dragon.

Regina stands, collects the plates and turns to the sink, letting their laughter hug her tight. In the middle of scrubbing a pan, Roland is suddenly beside her, looking out the window as he moves so they are shoulder to shoulder. He sighs heavy with a shake of his head. “Dad was the best at archery.” She smiles small at that, because it’s true, there was no arrow that could rival his own. He’d promised to teach Henry once Regina decided he was old enough to wield a bow….only to find out later they had already been practicing. The revelation on their guilty sheepish caught faces when she had starkly questions how her prized apple tree suddenly had cuts and marks in it. Robin had made it up to her later though, in many many ways.

“Yeah. He was incredible at it. Are you nervous about helping Henry?”

“I suppose. I am not as good as my dad was.”

“He’d be proud of you regardless I’m certain.”

Roland shrugs, a glassy look crossing his face as his eyes go hollow. “I’m not entirely sure of that.” His confession hits Regina like a ton of bricks as she drops the pan quietly into the sudsy sink of warm water and reaches for Roland’s hand, squeezing it gently as the bubbles run between their fingers. And he doesn’t even flinch at her touch. Squeezes back if anything.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she looks up at him. He’s grown so much. She just wishes she could have been there for him.

“We should talk.”

“Mal told you about me finding your heart?”

“She did. And I’d like to take some time with just us to explain to everything I can to you.”

He nods, “I’d like that. Can we go to his camp?”

She stills. Since Robin died she hasn’t stepped foot where the Merry Men once resided. Every single tree there reminds her of him, of their time together. But this isn’t about her and what she can or can’t face. This is about Roland, and if he feels comfortable there, well she will simply have to put her own anxiety to the side for a few hours.

“Of course we can.”

“Do you mind if I go alone first?”

“Not at all. I’ll meet you there at noon?”

“Sure.”

He leaves with one last squeeze to her palm and the moment she hears his footsteps fade and the front door close behind him, she lets her tears fill her eyes and fall into the cooling dish water.

“Are you alright?”

Mal steps in behind her, hands gently placed on her hips as she deposits a chaste kiss to Regina’s damp cheek. Wiping away her tears she nods, mumbling out I’m fine as she turns to burying herself into her Dragon. But Mal stops her before she can find safety. Tips her chin up and chuckles, “You have bubbles on your face.”

For all the nervousness that is firing up Regina’s spine, she laughs, let’s Mal wipe away the remnants of dish washing from her cheeks and leans into a kiss. “You’re doing the right thing Regina.”

“I hope so.”

…

When he walks into the Merry Men’s camp it’s like walking into a ghost house. There are still a few strung up tents tied to thick pine trees he remembers one being Tuck’s, another Alan’s and the last, his father’s. He walks slowly up to the green canvas homes, struggling to not sink to his knees at the sight of the broken down fire pit they all used to sit around. For all the anger he had towards them, for taking him away from Regina, for not really explaining what happened to his father, it’s bittersweet to sit down on the large oak log and take in the home he used to have so long ago.

The snow puffs about his shuffling feet in the dirt, the bark of the frozen tree chilling his skin through the denim trousers he borrowed from Henry. Even his breath is like a smoking cloud that dissolves into the cold air. There isn’t much warmth here anymore, not like there used to be. This place always had life to it. A song that sang loudly between the trees. It’s just silent now.

Frowning at the spiking chill in his fingers, he kneels next to the crumbled firepit, arranging the stone blocks back into something that resembles a half decent circle. Brushing off some twigs, he tips them up, like a teepee his dad used to say, you have to make a home for the fire or else it won’t burn properly. Grabbing some sodden mulch he piles it in between the branches and digs for his matches.

The first two don’t do much, it’s too wet to start. Grumbling he tries again, eliciting a bit of smoke this time, but it’s not going to grow into anything. He turns to try and locate something half dry, a pile of leaves in the far corner underneath the coverage of tree’s could possibly provide something half decent.

“Need a light?”

He swirls on the spot at her voice, finding her standing in a thick wool coat and green scarf tied around her neck at the edge of the camp. She looks scared to be here. And he wonders why. Perhaps it too brings back painful memories. He shrugs and glowers at the pitiful wisp of smoke curling from his little attempt at a fire. “Everything is wet. I can’t get it to start.”

He watches they way she hesitates at the clearings edge, her eyes flicking to Robin’s tent to their right, a sad expression painting her face below the mask he knows she wears. He promised to do better for his dad. After seeing her heart, he knew that he had been cruel in where he placed his blame on her. His boots crunch the leaves below as he walks up to her, extending a hand she looks down at before lacing her fingers into it. “It’s weird being here isn’t it.”

She nods, smiles but her eyes flush with wetness. Maybe he should have just suggested they talk at her manor. Somewhere she felt more at ease. “I haven’t been here since he died.”

“I remember you coming here to tell me.”

“You do?”

Her eyes are wide and fearful as he nods morosely, exhaling a dismally sad breath. “I don’t think I understood what was going on to be honest. I just remember you crying and no one saying anything and my dad not being there.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers out guilt ridden. She should have been stronger for him. He lost his dad and she had simply sobbed as a little boy of five had hugged her tight and told her it would all be okay.

“Don’t be. I lost my dad. But you lost him too.”

He squeezes her gloved and slowly walks them back to the firepit, letting Regina sit on the blanket she quickly produces to keep their legs from freezing on the rock solid cold tree trunk. Watching as her hand twirls gently and a solid high flame consumes his little teepee of twigs, he finally lets a heavy breath go, thanks her quietly and sits down beside her, both their eyes trained into the flames.

It beautiful in the winter here, she’s always loved the way the air sparkles with frost, trees hang heavy and low with packed crystal white snow, everything having this ethereal look to it, as though if you breath too heavy it will all crack and fall apart. Tugging her coat around her tighter, she leans into Roland’s shoulder, being able to vaguely hear the beating of his heart, strong and steady.

They can’t sit here forever though. And she can’t avoid the green canvas tent behind her that once upon a time she spent many many nights within, tucked into a warm body who peppered her with affection.

“Can you tell me what happened? What really happened that night?” His voice is somber and sad, breaking the quiet of the forest around them. Her heart jumps anxiously at the memory as she closes her eyes and breathes out a heavy heavy breath.

“When we were in the Underworld you dad stayed with your sister in the forest while we tried to find Hook.”

“Why was she even down there?”

“Belle was watching her and Neal here in Storybrooke, and Zelena masqueraded as the Blue Fairy and I guess something went wrong and your sister, mine, and Belle were sucked into the portal there.”

“Zelena doesn’t seem like a very smart mother. Surely that wasn’t any place for a child. It’s why I didn’t go with you and dad.”

“No. She wasn’t at the time. But love can make you do some strange things.”

He huffs, frowns at the fuzzy memories of a little baby in pink he’d been introduced to briefly. They hadn’t honestly had much interaction before everything went sideways. He doesn’t even know her name.

“Anyway. We got your sister back and then I made the mistake of thinking I could trust Zelena’s judgement. She believed Hades had changed for love. Your father was furious with me when I asked him to trust me, to trust the woman who had stolen both of you away from me, the woman who had murdered your mother in the past.”

That he didn’t know. His heart thumping angrily at the thought they would even consider that woman to be an ally. After everything she had done to them. He scowls and stiffens and Regina feels it and sinks slightly in her posture beside him.

“It was a mistake. I never should have let my guard about her down, but I wanted so terribly to believe that she was going to try and be better.”

“You did what you thought was best at the time, I suppose.”

His tone is flat, clearly unimpressed with the story thus far, and it was only going to get worse. “I will regret that decision forever.”

“Why?”

“Hades double crossed all of us, tried to trap us in the Underworld so he and Zelena could return here and rule without any of us being there to stop him.”

“She picked a real winner didn’t she.”

Regina chuckles sadly, wipes her eyes that build with tears. “My sister is a complicated woman.”

“What happened after that? You guys obviously got back.”

“We did. You father and I broke into my office where Hades was keeping your sister.” The words catch in her throat. The locked away memory beginning to form into her mind. The way she had apologized for being so crass with Robin’s child. How he’d forgiven her, his promise that she was his future, that kiss that left her tingling from head to toe. It had been the last time she’d ever get to feel him like that again.

“Hades killed him didn’t he?”

Her tears fall but she nods out a quiet yes. They fall into silence, Roland watching the flames as his heart begins to bleed at the thought of his father dying as a hero. That’s all they told him. Not who, not how, but just that he died being the hero they all knew him to be. That was the last they would ever speak of it.

“He had this crystal that could obliterate a soul, wipe a person from existence and he turned it on me.”

Roland stills and tilts his face down to Regina’s who is crying quietly beside him. Her lips quivering, pink chilled cheeks stained with heavy trails of pain that escape eyes shut tight.

“He saved you.”

“It’s my fault he died.”

His head swirls at the idea, but he knew his father, and his papa was a man who put those he loved first. He was a hero in every shape and form. There is no doubt in his mind that his dad would have done only what was necessary in order to save her.

“No. No it’s not.”

Regina cries only harder at that, burying her face into her palms as Roland covers her little torso into his arms, and hugs her tight. “He loved you. And I know my dad. He didn’t do it without thinking about the consequences. He knew what he was doing.”

“It should have been me though.” She shakes in his arms, “He shouldn’t have gotten in my way.”

“Do you really think my dad would have listened to you?”

“What?” She sniffs hard, pulling back from his body and searching his face confused as he smiles down at her. “Think about it. When did you ever know my dad to listen to anyone when someone who he loved was being threatened?”

Her mind floods with all the times he had done just that. Not listened to her. Gotten in her way and almost died for it. In the Enchanted Forest, here in storybrooke when the darkness tried to take her, in Camelot when a blade meant for her had stabbed him instead. He was stubborn when it came to her protection. The thought makes her heart skip.

“He was beyond stubborn in that regard and there if he was here today, you know he’d tell you he would do it again.”

She cries, nods, and leans back into him. He’s right. And she knows it. But still, his protective streak had cost him his life, simply because he loved her, and she never wanted that from him, his life to be taken for hers to be sparred. That wasn’t supposed to be their ending.

“I’m proud of him. Now that I know why he died. Makes me feel better, more at peace I guess.”

“I’m sorry you lost him Roland.”

“Me to. And I am sorry for you too. Like I said, he was my dad, but you loved him too, and loss is never easy.”

“When did you become so wise?” She smirks through her tears as he grins and shrugs, “Not a clue.”

They fall back into an easier silence as the fire heats the air around them. Perhaps this is good for her, to talk about what happened, she’s never truly spoken to anyone but Maleficent about that night. It feels....freeing in a strange way.

“I miss him.”

“Me too.”

“Will you tell me about your heart?”

Exhaling hard she sits up straight, leaving Roland’s shoulder rest for now, “When I got home from New York, you were gone. I think it was Ruby who told me that the Merry Men had taken you back to Sherwood Forest. I was furious.”

“You were?”

“Of course I was. You were not just theirs. I loved you.” She shakes out angrily at the memory of learning her little knight had been taken without even a conversation or goodbye. “For days after you left I had tried everything to open a portal so that I could at least come and explain what was happening, possibly convince them to let me have you for a little while every year.”

“You wanted me back?”

“Roland.” She turns and cups his cheek tenderly. “There hasn’t been a day that’s passed that I haven’t prayed for you to come home to me. I have missed you more than I can express and I feel so unbelievably guilty that I never got to say even a goodbye to you. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“Wasn’t fair to you either.”

“No. It wasn’t. But you were so young and understandably couldn’t possibly know why everything had suddenly changed. I should have protected you better.”

His eyes burn with tears, swallowing the lump in his throat heavily as he breathes out a shaky, “I’m here now though.”

Regina smiles, lets a few tears fall from her thick lashes as her head shakes back and forth before holding his gaze strong.

“You are. And I promise that I won’t let that happen ever again.”

“I guess you couldn’t open a portal though?”

“I tried. I really did. Magic can be finicky and when the black fairy’s wand had shattered when the portal closed, it closed off everything. For a while no one could travel anywhere.”

He nods, beginning to understand more and more why he grew up without her. “Is that why your heart looks like it does?”

“Part of it certainly.”

Frowning he tilts her fallen chin back up to his eyes. “What happened to it then?”

Regina sighs, sniffs back till she can steal her emotions at bay and explain to him as best as she can. “I couldn’t give up on you, or your father.”

“You tried to bring him back?”

“I did, many times. But magic is finicky and it’s nearly killed me in the process.”

“He’d be pissed with you doing that.”

“I know.” She chuckles, seeing his bright blue eyes in the distance of her heart, the way he’d certainly be huffing out an aggravated breath at her for putting herself in jeopardy like that. But she missed him.

“Why didn’t it work?”

“I needed more than just my heart to bring him back I guess.”

“You gave up pieces of your heart for him?”

“And for you.”

His eyebrows raise high into his hairline as he gapes openly astounded and confused at her.

“I was so desperate to get you both back that my own well being didn’t seem that important at the time. As long as it worked, I would keep trying.”

“Yeah he’d definitely be mad at you for that. I am a bit to be honest.”

She freezes beside him, “I was trying to find you.”

“And putting yourself in danger in the process. Neither of us would have wanted that.”

“Roland you were five.”

“Doesn’t matter. You are my mother and there is no way I’d want you to do that for me.”

Her jaw drops, eyes flooding with new fresh hot tears. He called her his mother, present tense. It makes her heart flip and crash about against her ribs.

“What?”

“You called me your mother.”

“You are. Why do you think I came back to find you?”

He looks oddly bewildered at her stunned expression. It’s true. She’s been that person for him. He doesn’t remember Marian. Not really anyway. And the memories of Zelena masquerading as her have been magically wiped away. Regina in all essence is his mom. He just figured she knew that. Regardless of his anger towards her in the beginning, he is still that same lost little boy holding her memory in his heart like a vice grip. And now that the truth is beginning to come out, the anger is swallowed by a longing to have her back. He’s missed her. And he wants her to be there again. Wants a mother back. Wants her back.

Her arms curl slowly around his neck and she buries her face into his chest, crying hard, and he isn’t sure if it’s from pain or happiness, he hopes it’s the later as he hugs her back tightly. “I mean if you still want me to stay…”

“Always Roland. Always.” She laughs through her tears into him, gripping his shoulders harder, as he chuckles into her hair, soft as he remembers it to be.

“I have a question though.” He pulls back, looking her straight in her eyes. “Do you know what could bring him back?”

“I don’t in all honesty.” She confesses, “I thought that maybe because he and I are soulmates that my heart would be enough.” Her voice trails off.

“What about using mine as well?”

“Roland.” She shakes her head, because that is a definite no. “I won’t use your heart.”

“Why?”

“Because. I don’t know if it would work, and even if it did, I can’t do that to you, he wouldn’t want that.”

“I’m a grown man, I can make my own decisions and I want you to do it. Just let us try.”

“Roland--”

“Just once. If it doesn’t work then I won’t ask you again.”

She shakes her head, but he cups her cheek, his button brown eyes melting her soul.

“Please mom.”

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