#it's a bad response though I'm sorry dear I just woke up ;; A ;;

[lokiforever]

New teachers at school!!!!

Chapter 10

Series Masterlist

A/N: Greetings,midgardians!So,my lovely mortals as many of you know, following the results of the poll JK's role is now officially switched to a student. Tom will be teaching History and English.....

Nyt!💚

Y/N : Stay, please!

You said in a low, meek voice. His heart clenched at the sight of you so sad and troubled.

Tom : I'm right here, sweetheart.

He said and sat back down on the bed and once he was one hundred percent sure that you're back in your slumber , he got up and laid on the couch in the room . Just in case you get another nightmare, though he sincerely hoped you don't .

He had to admit ,this nightmare got him wondering that what so bad happened to you because of which you get those awful nightmares. He was pretty sure about the fact that they're connected.

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You woke up by your mobile alarm, only to find ,Tom, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Always a gentleman. You didn't exactly remember what happened last night....but he was there with you,that much you could recall. You felt a bit bashful, now that you think of it ....he was your professor afterall 🤷🏻.

There was a text from Y/B/F/N....

" Hey!! I'll be staying at Jungkook's ..."

"Hey! Amazing!Sorry for replying late, At Tom's ..... 😅". You replied

You got up , as quietly as you could, didn't want to wake your professor up from his deep, peaceful slumber . As you tip-toed your way towards the door, you decided to make some breakfast for you two . So, you went down to the kitchen and started cooking.

You decided to make a proper English Breakfast with a cup of Earl grey. Humming a tune to yourself , you started cooking.

*After 20 minutes*

You felt a pair of hands on your waist and if it wasn't for the fact that you could recognise him just by his scent you'd have beaten the man up . 😅 Just a reflex after that incident because of which you get the nightmares.

"Good morning, darling!" You heard Tom's angelic voice, it sounded deeper as he just woke up.

He placed a kiss on your neck which made you smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart! Breakfast is almost done!"

His heart skipped a beat at the name , you never call him that.

"Mmmm.....I can already smell the delicacy you're whipping up ! What's on the menu?" " Classic english breakfast with a cup of your favourite Earl Grey tea !" you replied. "That sounds wonderful!! Let me help you set the table!" he offered politely. "Sure, thanks!"

As he helped you set the table up, you plated the breakfast.

"Bon appétit !!"

A contented moan escaped his lips as he took the first bite and hell if you wouldn't kill to hear that sound again....

" Mmmm ....you are an amazing cook , darling!! It's the best breakfast I've ever had! Scrumptious!!" He praised you with a heart warming smile.

" I'm glad you like it, Tom !! But hey - you yourself are a great cook !" you said . "Not as good as you!" He protested "Oh, come on!" you chuckled , a blush rising up your cheeks.

"Holy Shit!!! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE !!!!!" you said as you looked at the time. "Late to what, darling?" He said, totally clueless. "COLLEGE!" You replied. For some reason, he started laughing. " Why . Are. You. Laughing. Tom !!????" Somehow, this made him laugh even harder. " You didn't check the emails , did you?? " He said.

As you picked up the phone, you saw an email from your college informing that all the classes are cancelled for this week. "Ohh.......... sorry" you said , completely crimson from blushing. "It's perfectly fine, dear! Plus, do you know that you look cute when you're angry?"

This made you blush even harder, if that was possible......."Come on !!!" you said.."I'm merely stating what's true" said he . This made you chuckle, "Thank you, sweetheart!"

*After the breakfast*

"Y/N ??" He said while you were making a presentation on your laptop for a project ...so, you hummed in response. "Uhh.... If you don't mind me asking......" he trailed off, so you looked him in the eye and asked - " What is it that's bothering you, Tom ?" " It's just.....last night......as you were having that nightmare, you were asking me to tell someone to stay away....... who's that ?" he inquired, his voice full of concern.

You felt like your heart has stopped beating, your face went pale and you started sweating. "Uhh..........unmm...I-I .......i-it....." you tried to say something but failed as you felt a lump in your throat.

"Hey - Hey , it's fine, darling! You don't need to tell me if it troubles you ! " He got up and brought some water for you . "Here, have some water " ......

"I'm so sorry for the sudden outburst..... it's just - " you tried to explain, only to be interrupted by him "It's okay sweetheart, you don't need to explain!" He softly stated. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked to distract you from that grief of the nightmare.

"Sure!" you said. Both of you then proceed towards the home theatre he had.

"Choose the genre, dear " he said. "Umm ....... what about a thriller or maybe even horror?" you suggested. "Up for a thrill , are we ?" said he .

You guys decided to go with "The Shining" a classic. He even made some popcorn and got a few cans of cold-drinks .

*Sometime into the movie*

You clutched onto Tom for dear life and hid your face against him as one of the scariest scenes came . The fact that you were watching it for the first time didn't help at all . "Do you want me to put something else?" He cooed slowly. "No, it's fine, thank you for asking!'

*After the movie*

"Good Lord , that was amazing, awfully scary.... but amazing!" You chimed in to which he chuckled, "I'm glad you like it, darling!" He said and kissed you on the cheeks which made you blush. You did not see that coming.

"Oh my ! It's 12:30pm !! I must go now!" you exclaimed. "Please stay for lunch..." said Tom. "Trust me, Tom ... I'd love to but I really have to go..." ofcourse, he did try to make you stay but you had to go .... " ........fine ! Let me drop you, at least!" "That would be a great help!" you said. " Oh come on, darling!"

*After the he dropped you off*

You were still sitting in his car , in front of your apartment...... which was apparently locked . Y/B/F/N must still be with JK.....

"Tom?" "Yes, darling.." "Would like to join me for lunch, please?" "I'd love to, darling, but as you know the weather conditions are rather.... harsh. I better get going before it gets worse." He said refering to the windy weather.. "But-" you were interrupted by his lips on yours ...."Some other day, darling, I promise" he said.

"Okay......." you said, not fully agreed. "Come on, like I said, it's a promise!" he said and chuckled. "Fine. I must go, then..." you replied. "What if you grab your essentials and stay at mine?" he suggested.

Chuckling, you said, "Tom, I..umm...you know, I....I can't...plus Y/B/F/N would be alone if I do so.... thanks though " you smiled ... "Okay......but text me if you need anything, no need to go out in this wheather" 'Okay, so it's official. He is the sweetest man in the universe.' you thought.

"You're so sweet !!!!!!!" you said, placing a kiss on his cheeks and you could swear you saw him blush. 'and the cutest too' you continued your previous thought.

"I'll get going, now . Bye, Tom" "Goodbye , darling!" You opened the gate of his car and stepped out, waving to him one last time before making your way towards the door of your apartment.

After a few minutes your best friend also returned.

"Y/N , I'm home !" she called out . "Oh, hey !! How did it go ?" you said. "AMAZING!!!!" She exclaimed. "Well, that's great. But I need the whole story" you said and chuckled. "Done!" said your best friend, chuckling.

The next few days went normally.

Time skip......

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*MONDAY*

You were qurrently getting ready for the classes and the first one was English.

Outfit of the day👆🏻

You paired your dress with a black overcoat as it was cold outside.

"Let's go, shall we?" you asked your best friend. "Totally" she replied.

On your way, you guys grabbed a cup of coffee and headed towards your destination...

English Lecture

You sitting on one of the front benches with your best friend. You both were a bit early so no one else was there yet .....as you took a sip of your coffee, you heard the door open and what you saw made you choke on your drink.....

"Good morning, professor" said your best friend. "Good morning, Miss Carter. Um, Y/N you okay?"

You could almost sense a smirk on his face at your obvious reaction.

Okay!? The man literally changed his hair colour and then he's asking you if you're 'okay' ? As if he wasn't already enough he had to change his hair to Black didn't he? And the cherry on top was the outfit he chose.....a blue knitted sweater with a pair of black slacks.

( they could've been a bit less 'tight')

Holy Fuck.

" Y-yes I'm good, thanks!" you reply not so 'swiftly' . "Oh, that's better"....

"Mornin', d- Miss Y/L/N" he said after a slightly awkward stop....and you could tell that Y/B/F/N was trying her best not to laugh, roll her eyes or even grin.

"Good morning, professor!" you said blushing

You couldn't have been more grateful for the lack of audience .

As the students started entering and the class begun, you tired your best to not be distracted by the new change.

*Later in Tom's office*

"You seem to like this, huh?" he said refering to his new hair colour which was totally unexpected as he was the ever subtle one.

"I-I.....uhh...." you were more blushing than talking, earning a chuckle from him.

"Don't worry darling, I won't bite...... unless you ask me to, ofcourse" he said with a smirk and you could swear he winked.

Ok, so now it's official. He is acting a bit different today. You quite liked it, tbh.

You gulped. You just gulped.

"Anyways, my beloved what are your plans for Christmas?" he asked switching the topic like a light switch. "Uh....umm..well, Y/B/F/N is going out with her family so I guess I'll have to either go with her or spend it alone"

"You're not spending it with your family?" he asked "I never met my actual parents.....my aunt brought me up and she too passed a few years ago" you said, tears welling in your eyes but you quickly hide them. "...... I'm so sorry...... What if you stay with me?For Christmas?" he asked "Um...I beg your pardon"

"How about you spend Christmas with me?"

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A/N : Hey mortals!! I know this chapter is a bit short.... sorry....I have a news for you guys,I won't be writing or posting anything for the next one month as I have a lot to work on...... again, I apologise.

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[munsonsreputation]

Hi Kay! Again, congrats on reaching 200 followers! How about a request #5?

So, this is kinda based on something that happened to me last week, feel free to adapt it. Some details: reader went out for a walk with her dog and she always stops by Family Video to talk with Steve and Robin. That morning, even though Steve knew she was coming, she didn't show up. Steve is about to call her when the phone rings and it’s this lady saying reader is there and is not ok because she ran away from a stray dog that almost attacked her. So Steve goes there to rescue her and he’s like “Ok, you’re not walking alone ever again, tomorrow I’m picking you up because no one's gonna hurt you or your dog” and she is still very scared. You can decide if Steve brings her to stay with him while he works or if he takes her home… Idk if this is a good request, I’m kinda bad at this, and after what happened to me (I got someone to call my parents, no Stevie for me hahaha), I just wanted some comfort you know

my dear, effie...i'm so sorry that this happened to you and noah, but i hope this could be a little pick me up!!! thank you again for the overwhelming support, it means the world to me 🌎💘💫

Steve tapped the counter impatiently, watching the hands of the clock on his wrist go by minute by minute, waiting for the bell to chime as you wandered through the doors with your dog leading the way. He always looked forward to your mid-morning visits, keeping dog treats under the counter to give to your pup while you and him talked about what was to come of the day before being joined by Robin who couldn’t help but to give the pupper a bunch of pets and kisses. 

But it was already 9:47 a.m. and you and your shih-tzu Noah had yet to arrive at Family Video. You two were never a minute late or even a minute early. He knew that you had the same walk every day and took the same route, which regularly led you to be here by 9:45. 

Something was wrong and he could feel it in his bones. 

“Jesus, why are you staring at the door like that?” Robin sought, knitting her brows as she passed by him with a stack of tapes in her arms. 

Steve sighed, wrenching his eyes away from the door and watching his friend begin restocking the shelves. “She’s not here, yet. She’s always here on time.” 

Robin just laughed lightly, glancing over at him swiftly, then getting back to work, “I’m sure she’s just running behind…maybe she woke up late or something?” 

He shook his head, walking away from the counter and standing beside Robin, trying to formulate the best possible explanation for your absence. 

“No, she rarely wakes up late. Remember, she told us she got that new alarm clock that’s super duper loud and it always wakes her up on time.” 

“I vaguely remember that conversation,” She responded, shaking her head to herself before turning her head to him with an apparent look of bewilderment, “Wait, she told us that like a month ago…how can you remember that but not by sandwich order from last week?”

Steve squinted, crossing his arms across his chest.

“W-what does that have anything to do with—never mind, I’m just going to call her to make sure.” 

She snorted, pushing his shoulder as he walked away, heading for the telephone. “Her number is on file, by the way.” 

“I don’t need her file, I already have it memorized—“ 

The phone rung just as Steve was about to pick it up and dial the combination of numbers he somehow was able to remember. He and Robin promptly shared a look. Rarely did they ever get calls this early in the day, but Steve just shrugged, picking it up so he could make his very improtant phone call to you. 

“Family Video. How can I help you?” He answered with his customer service voice, making his friend crack a scoff and to that Steve flipped her the bird, awaiting the response from the other side.

He could hear faint voices in the background but thought nothing of it at first, “Is this Steve?” 

“Y-yeah? Who’s this?” 

There was a relived sigh before they spoke again, “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got him on the phone. Just hold on…” The voice on the other line said to what he was guessing another person before Steve asked again. 

“Who is this?” 

“Listen, your lady friend and her dog were chased by a stray…she came running and screaming into the apartment complex about a few minutes from your store.” 

His heart raced, finally comprehending the cries in the background to be yours. All the horrible thoughts of what could have gone wrong, racing in his mind a million miles over the speed limit.

“Is she ok? Is Noah ok?” He ordered, ushering Robin with a quick slap on the counter that got her rounding the corner pressing her ear on the other side of the phone so she could hear. 

“They’re both a bit shaken up. I was about to leave when she came running with the dog in her hands. Calling from a payphone right now, she asked me to call you.” 

Robin smirked, pinching Steve’s side as he flinched away, mouthing for her to “fuck off.” Everyone knew that you and Steve were close…very close, yet neither of you had made a move. But it was clear that you were each others’ person.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“Sounds good.” 

Steve slammed the phone back onto the base, reaching into his pockets to grab his keys as he was already halfway to the door by the time he spoke, “I’ll be back in 10!” 

“Give them a hug for me, lover-boy!” Robin hollered back uselessly, as Steve had already made it to his car, getting in and hightailing it out of the parking lot and down the road. 

What should’ve been a five-minute drive to the apartment complex it was only two minutes for him. Speeding through the streets and running yellow lights, something be wouldn’t usually do since his title was now a responsible teenage babysitter.

Yet he did it for you.

When he saw you and Noah cradled in your arms, he quickly put the car in park, hopping out. 

“Steve…” Your voice cracked with tears streaming down your cheeks, meeting him halfway and digging your face in his chest. 

He placed one of his hands on your back pulling you closer, “Hey…it’s ok,” the other hand reaching down to stroke behind your puppy’s ear, calming him down. 

“S’ok, bud…kept mom safe huh?” Steve spoke gently as Noah’s shaking faltered and the dog lapped at Steve’s wrist, making him smile. 

“I scared the stray away. Will they be alright?” 

Steve didn’t even notice the stranger standing off to the side, who gave him a small smile after seeing how quickly you and the pup warmed up. He gave the kind individual a curt nod and thanks, watching as they walked over to their car and drove off. 

Feeling your nerves settle down, you drew away slightly from Steve’s chest, peering up at him through your wet lashes, “I’m sorry for making you come here—“ 

Steve shook his head rapidly, “No, you didn’t make me do anything…matter a fact, I’m glad you called me. I was worried sick when you didn’t come in on time.” 

You sniffled, swallowing thickly as you recounted what had happened only moments ago. 

“I was terrified. One second, me and Noah are on our jolly way.” You ceased, tears brimming your eyes again and so you lifted Noah closer to your face to press a kiss to his head before continuing. 

“Then this stray just comes out of nowhere and starts chasing us…I’ve never run so fast in my life, Steve. The whole time I was just screaming, crying, trying to get someone to help.” 

By now you had buried your face into Noah’s fur, perhaps puzzling your little fluff ball, but he was smart, letting you crying into him as Steve had let you. People always said that pets were the closest thing to a child, and it was most definitely true, at least for you. Noah was your little baby, and you’d rather that stray hurt you than any hair on his body. But yet, the situation had made you feel so hopeless even after the stranger had helped you. 

“I know, I know, but you’re safe now.” Steve murmured, kissing the top of your head and pulling you back into his arms.

The three of you stood there for a while in the middle of this empty apartment complex. Soft and encouraging words spoken to you and Noah…but mainly for you, as your little doggie was, for the most part, cool, enjoying the presence of his mom and his favorite friend of hers, Steve. 

“From now on, you’re not walking alone.” Steve informed you, rocking his head as he looked around. Reminding himself that the loose dog could still be out here somewhere waiting for you two again. 

He couldn’t let anything happen to you guys. 

“S-steve, really, it’s going to be fine—“ 

He folded his lips into a tight line, shaking his head once again, and taking Noah from your arms to cradle him in his chest. The small action making your frown turn upside down in an instant seeing how your dog quickly accustomed in his grasp and appeared so at peace, like he did with you. 

“Robin can handle the store by herself for a few minutes…your place isn’t too far, anyway, so I can just pick you two up and we can walk around the area together.” 

You took a deep breath, biting your lip as you reached out to pet Noah’s head, watching his eyes slowly begin to close with every second that ticked by. 

“Are you sure?” You proposed, as Steve jokingly rolled his eyes and tilted his head. 

“Positive…now do you still want to swing by the store?” He paused, but just for a second, before you could even nod your head yes, that there was nowhere else you wanted to be right now besides with him. 

Steve spoke, a blush covering his cheeks out of nowhere, letting the words rip from his mouth before he could even stop.

“I’ve got Noah’s favorite treats and I’m sure we’ve got something we could use as a bowl for water. Annnnnd I take my lunch break in thirty minutes, so I was thinking we could all get something to eat. A little lunch date, if you will?” 

Obviously there was a reason why Noah liked Steve so much, and it wasn’t just because of the daily treats, but because his owner, you, liked Steve too. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You grinned, stepping close to plant a kiss on Steve’s cheek as the blush turned even brighter.

Steve somehow had this ability to make everything better. There was an ease to him that you adored, especially in times like these where the tears stopped pouring and his safety net caught you and your pup.

It felt natural as he slung his arm across your shoulder, leading you and Noah to his car like his favorite part of his day. That was the first and definitely not the last lunch date the three of you want on.

Turns out that you and Steve make the perfect parents for little ole’ Noah.

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 27

Yup, for real this time.

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: Spamton Addison, Swatch Paletta

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: The Wrong Way On The Escalator

Chapter summary:  Spamton borrows trouble.

Author notes:

I've rewritten this chapter six times. Hopefully this version will be worth the wait, dear readers. Kudos and comments definitely welcome, since I've second-guessed myself on the flow of this tale for months.

Content warning for alcohol mention.

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The host and the guest sat in matching leather wingback chairs flanking a fireplace, brandy glasses in hand, listening as sleet hit the windows. The guest sat ramrod stiff, while the host’s foot tapped the floor in agitation.

The words burst out of the host’s mouth, without a trace of his usual stutter.

“Why did I do it?  Why did I just walk out? How are they going to react when I say, ‘So sorry, Swatch, I couldn’t handle your good news and decided to go out on the town with an old drinking buddy, and we ended up in bed together along with my drinking buddy’s ex. Such a pity you couldn’t join us.’  That’s going to go over really, really well. Swatch is going to think I'm the worst kind of idiot."

T.M. glared at Spamton, her face hard, her eyes cold behind diamond-shaped eyeglasses, one lens plum, one turquoise. "You're right about being thought an idiot, but not for the reasons you think. Wake up, little worm."

Her response stopped his babble in its tracks and shocked him into silence. That phrase - "little worm” - had always been Mike’s most overused insult for him.

It wasn't Mike saying such horrible things, though. It was T.M., his friend, someone who was as dear to him as… well, anyone.  Why was she being so cruel?

She raised her now-empty hand, and sickly green tendrils shot out from her fingers across the room towards him.

His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried.

He could still move, though. He wouldn't become a puppet again. Not for T.M., not for Mike.

Not for…

Not for anyone.

He launched himself at her, striking at her wildly, trying to shake off the strings even as she repeated, "Wake up. Wake up. Wake—"

“--- Wake up, Spamton. Wake up, please. Please, my dear.”

It was the “my dear” that pulled Spamton out of the dream and stopped him flailing his arms. He heard a ragged edge in Swatch’s voice that made it sound as though they had been trying to rouse him for longer than a few minutes.  His heart continued to pound, but gradually he recognized that he was awake, he was in his and Swatch’s bed, and that he was safe.

For the moment, anyway.

Swatch was propped up on one elbow and leaning over him, their hand extended as though to shake him. Spamton shifted away from them so he could roll over onto his back. He muttered in his own sleep-roughened voice, “It was j-j-j-just a dream. Just a bad dream. J-just like all - all the others I have.”

Spamton meant his words to be reassuring, but Swatch's worried look didn't lessen in the least. "This one seemed worse than most," they replied. "You don't usually sock me in the jaw when you're dreaming."

That woke Spamton up completely. "Oh my god, I did? I'm s-s-so sorry!" He sat up and gently rubbed his face against his partner's. "I didn't - didn't mean to."

"Hmmmmph. Are you sure about that? Considering how you snuck out of the house and were gone for hours, I'm pretty sure you're still upset about what we talked about over dinner."

So much for Spamton thinking his absence had gone unnoticed. Sometimes Swatch's keen skills of observation were endearing. Other times they were downright annoying. Like now.

Spamton's indecision as to how to answer them must have shown on his face, because Swatch's expression changed from worried to knowing. They confirmed it by adding, "I'm right, aren't I?"

There was a smile in their voice, with a silent undercurrent of understanding and forgiveness. Spamton couldn't stay annoyed.

"Yes, you're right," he admitted. "But I wasn't slugging - slugging YOU in m-m-m-my dream. I was slugging T.M.”

At that, Swatch let out a half laugh, half snort, lying back down and pulling Spamton onto their chest. "And why would you have reason to slug her?" they asked. "In your dream, anyway. I must admit sometimes Moggy can be a bit overbearing and demanding, but I'm far too much of a gentleman to slug her." "I tried t-t-to slug her b-because she was ch-channeling Mike."

"Ah. that explains it."

Spamton growled in frustration, his breath stirring a curl hanging loose from Swatch's nighttime ponytail. "Why does EVERYTHING always have to - have to c-come back to Mike? The bastard w-w-won't leave me alone, even in his g-grave."

"I know, I know." Swatch kissed the top of Spamton's head. "So… since we're both awake, how about we get up and finish off the macarons? And," as they suited action to words, sliding their long body out of bed, "you can tell me what's really on your mind. Don't think I don't know 'Angel of the Morning' when I hear it."

“C-c-can’t get away with nuthin' around you, can I? I’m going to - going to st-start calling you ‘Columbo’, especially if you do the ‘just one more thing’ b-bit.” Spamton tossed back the covers, wincing as his sore feet hit the floor, which also did not go unnoticed.  He interrupted Swatch as they opened their mouth to comment, “To answer your next ques-question, I w-w-walked a little longer than I planned.”

"Hmmmm. Macarons and milk first, then I'll give you a foot rub. Alright?"

"Okay."

Earlier that night...Spamton had just stepped onto the front path when Swatch pulled into the townhouse’s driveway.  He rushed up the stoop stairs to put the porch light on.  

“S-sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be home l-later than me,” he apologized as he dug through his messenger bag for his house keys. Swatch laughed warmly, answered, “Not to worry, I’m not holding it against you”, and followed him indoors. They both hung their outerwear on the coat tree in the foyer before turning to each other and embracing. Spamton dropped his bag and stretched upwards on the tips of his toes; Swatch leaned down and rubbed their nose against Spamton’s cheek. “Still very glad to have you to come back to after a long day,” they added.

“A v-very long day here t-too. Two digital lab sessions in a row. B-b-but at least I’m f-finally getting into coursework that has some m-m-meat to it.”

“Mmmmmm, meat.” Swatch led the way to the kitchen. “That reminds me, any problem if we use up the leftovers from the party?  The meatballs and stuff.”

“M-meatballs are never a problem for me. Ever.”

“Ye gods, you are so easy to please. Food-wise, anyway.”

Spamton moved over to the cabinets to get dishes out while Swatch rummaged in the fridge. “You g-get a lot less p-p-picky about food when you’re picking food out of - out of a dumpster.”

“I can imagine. Ah ha! We’ve got extra shredded mozzarella, too.”

Swatch pulled out the disposable chafing pan covered with foil, walked it over to the counter, and went back for the cheese. 

"Nice d-d-deflection," commented Spamton as he collected serving utensils and silverware. "You used to g-gasp in horror any time I brought up my - my street p-person days."

"Hmmm. I don't think I actually GASPED. That would be beneath my dignity." Swatch slid the foil pan onto a baking sheet and slid them both into the oven. "But funny you should bring up your 'bad old days' again."

"Oh?" 

"Yes, because those bad old days were a matter of discussion a few hours ago." 

Spamton thought of any number of replies he could give, but decided against the first two sharp retorts that came to mind.  Instead, he finished setting the kitchen island with the plates that Swatch handed him, poured them each a large glass of Dr Pepper [a shared weakness], and then clambered onto a stool.  He could be patient; this was Swatch, after all.  Swatch didn’t tend to leave conversations hanging, or to be swept under rugs, the way conversations in the Addison household often were.

And Swatch didn’t disappoint. The food came out of the oven and they each helped themselves to the appropriate portion sizes.  About halfway through the meal, Swatch casually said, “I had a meeting with your brother Ballew today about a possible internship at Addison Cybernetics.”

"Oh? That's… good, I g-guess?"

"Hmmm. It could be good. It could also be a huge mistake. I had just planned to ask for career advice, but then he brought up internships. And the talk just went on from there."

The expression on Swatch’s face was thoughtful, but their eyes were bright with excitement and hope, and he could almost feel that hope and excitement in waves on the air. Swatch's next words, however, sounded like they'd rehearsed them many times, "May and June are right around the corner.  For you, that means the end of the semester. For me, it means graduation and the end of any financial safety net I have as a college student.  I’ve got to get a job and a new place to live, since our lease here ends when Mrs. Anselmo gets back from Italy. I have all the respect in the world for you as a person, Spamton, but you're not familiar with what I'm studying, either the programming stuff or the engineering. Ballew is, or at least he works with people who are. I can't help it if he's your brother, can I?"

Spamton took his time answering, cutting one of the big meatballs into tiny pieces with his knife and fork, then scooping mozzarella up with each piece.  This was a lot to unpack, in his mind at least.  He ruthlessly shoved down the noise his heart was making as it shattered.

Finally he managed to say, "It sounds like - like a p-perfect match for your skill set."

"it does, doesn't it?"

And that would have to do until Spamton could be alone in his head to chew this over. 

His normal coping mechanism when he needed to do deep thinking was to take a long walk. His body’s exhaustion sang another tune.  And at this point Swatch was trying to hide a yawn, despite it not even being 8pm yet.

“D-do you want to c-c-call it an early night?” he asked hopefully, and was relieved when Swatch nodded. They got up to put their plates and utensils in the wash basin in the sink, running hot water and adding dish soap before saying “I’ll do these in the morning. I’m beat.”

“Okay.”

Spamton went and sat at the piano, resting his hands in his lap until Swatch could join him on the bench.  Tired as he was, he didn’t want to skip the nightly music ritual. After all, who knew how much longer it would last.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when his fingers were ahead of his conscious thoughts and picked out a melancholy tune. He felt Swatch’s bodily warmth at his side, but it couldn’t completely banish his inner cold.

He didn't sing tonight, but the words of the first verse and the concluding chorus played in his mind anyway as the notes flowed out of his hands onto the keyboard.

There'll be no strings to bind your hands/Not if my love can't bind your heart/ And there's no need to take a stand/For it was I who chose to start

Just call me angel of the morning, then slowly turn away/ I won't beg you to stay with me through the tears of the day, of the years

Spamton leaned against Swatch’s shoulder when he came to the end of the song, and Swatch wrapped an arm around him in silence.

Neither spoke as they got into bed, Swatch drifting off almost immediately.

But of course Spamton couldn't sleep, busy brain overruling tired body. After more than an hour of forcing himself to stay in one position, he gave up, got dressed quickly and quietly, and slipped out the front door feeling like a mournful ghost.

He didn't feel much better when he let himself back into the house around 3am, but he dropped off to sleep almost immediately once he returned to Swatch's side in bed.

And he dreamed.

Now Spamton was back on the familiar breakfast stool with an empty milk glass and the crumbs from two tiramisu macarons in front of him. He didn't dissemble when he talked about going to T.M.'s dorm to vent about Swatch, nor about her metaphorically handing his head to him when she pointed out, quite rightly, that sometimes it wasn't all about him and it might be nice for someone to listen to her problems for a change instead of bringing their problems to her.  He didn't try to hide that, after leaving T.M.'s dorm, he'd run into his lab partner Seam Docherty and they'd gone to the Green Leaf for a few beers. 

"Huh, small world.  I didn't know you knew Seam. Do they still have the eyepatch and the orange-and-purple mohawk?"

"Almost. it's - It's st-still orange and p-purple, but it's m-m-more of a mix between a bihawk and a fauxhawk now." Spamton couldn't hold back a giggle as he leaned forward and half-whispered, "They have it shaped into k-k-k-kitty ears this year. Goes great with - with all the leather and ch-ch-ch-ch-chains." 

That sweet smile that Spamton loved so much bloomed across Swatch's face at that comment, and he wanted to dare to hope that the two of them could surmount this crisis.  

But first he had to address the elephant in the room.

"D-do you WANT to work for Addison Cybernetics? Or do - do you just think it's something you SHOULD do?"

Swatch finished what was on their plate, then answered Spamton's question with a question of their own, "Is this going to be weird for you? If I do end up working there, I mean."

“Of c-c-course it's going to be weird.  But I c-can't be the one to say WHY it's going to be weird. That's gotta be on you, Swatch.”

"Okay, then. Cards on the table." Swatch took a deep breath, looked Spamton in the eye, and said, "I don't want you thinking I'm just another Mike."

And hearing that made the elephant far more manageable, in Spamton's mind.

“I d-d-don’t think you could BE another Mike if you tried,” he said finally. “But I’ll be honest. I didn’t know wh-what to feel about it. You asking - asking my brother for advice.  Before asking me, I mean.”

Swatch's voice took on a pleading tone. "I’m doing my best to avoid a conflict of interest. Please tell me this isn't going to mess things up with us."

Spamton felt a physical pang in his chest as he looked back at Swatch. His hand shot out to grab theirs across the island counter, coming perilously close to knocking dishes onto the floor. "Never," he hissed. "I won't - won’t let it."

He looked down at his and Swatch's clasped hands and said more quietly, "You’ve said b-b-before that you don’t want things handed to you. And you’re right… I’m n-not an engineer or any k-kind of math or design whiz. I’m still playing c-c-catchup from everything I missed in m-my life from chasing Mike’s pipe dream. B-but I think I’m a pretty good - pretty good sounding b-board, and I will always listen to you, as long as you want me to.”

He could feel their big hand tremble in his as Swatch replied, "And the same goes for you. Did you really think telling you about my laying groundwork for the future was my way of breaking up with you?"

"Well... y-yes."

"Well, wrong."

The cuckoo clock in the living room sang out that it was now five a.m.

"C-c-can you skip classes today?" Spamton asked, letting go of Swatch's hand, sliding off the stool and stretching.

After a minute's reflection, Swatch answered, "Probably. But why?"

"B-b-because after we both get some sleep, I need to t-tell you everything about Mike. EVERYTHING. From the- the very b-beginning."

[winged-rat]

conception of human perception

Chapter 3

After that night, Stanley remained the same but my thoughts on him had, he was so cold and intimidating when he spoke those words to me the night before I felt almost like he was going to hurt me, but I digress. He told me last night to go get some rest and apologise for snapping at me like that he made sure that i was alright. I still hadn’t seen the damage done by the aviation process the night before but when I woke up the next morning I soon discovered the damage. I stood in front of the mirror the feathers had spread from my back to the front of my chest and parts of my torso but i still saw my stomach, and they were all over my neck and somewhere poking thru my face as if they were like tiny freckles, i swallowed, swallowed down any fear and tears i was holding onto and put my light t shirt back on, it was a painful sore process but i managed and after a while they settled into my back. I went down the stairs to see stanley waiting for me, he seemed completely normal and so i decided to completely ignore and doge any conversation starters about last night, however it wasn’t easy, seeing my transformation from yesterday he began to ask me questions ‘’oh dear jove are you alright wilbur’’? I replied with a light nod, not wanting to be asked about it ‘’i'm so sorry this is happening to you, but i may have found a solution to your problems’’ he said to me hoping to spark some hope. He stepped aside to reveal a strange looking figure, they looked very human, like stanley their body was completely un altered from that of a regular human except one thing they had a cloud for a head, a fluffy weightless white fluff of a head, they wore a tight turquoise turtle neck and some beige pants, they greeted me with much happiness ‘’greetings wilbur my names atlas im so happy to be meeting you’’! They knelt their hand forward for me to shake it and i did so lightly as to not be rude.stanley suddenly butted it ‘’atlas is a biologist here in avalon i thought since they know about the biological happenings in our world that they may be of some assistance’’! He said bubbly. I inspected atlas, they didn't seem to be the sort of monster or dangerous entity that stanley had mentioned the night before and stanley did seem to trust them. ‘’Okay..’’ atlas did a little hop excitedly i had no idea why till they said ‘’im very happy to be working with you this is my first time seeing the aviation process though i have known its been documented’’ my eyes flickered ‘’do you know how to stop it’’ i couldn't help but saying ‘’or to get me home’’! I then realised what i said but i had no choice but to listen to the response 

‘’Ahh yes stanley has told me of your situation, follow me’’ they said swiftly turning their cloud head dragging behind them as they walked out the door, i followed. 

We began to walk through the pastel neighbourhood, I then realised how many people there were around here. People were outside cutting their definitely not plastic looking grass, going for a run, or simply walking down the streets. They seemed normal till you looked at their heads, some had fish bowls, others had clocks or even umbrellas, they’re range of caps varied to the dozens. I saw one that even had a security camera for a head. They all turned in my direction upon my approach. The neighbourhood stanley was trailing not fair behind me when he picked up speed to whisper to my ear ‘’as i said don't worry they’re just not used to outsiders’’  leaning towards him i replied ‘’em.. Does everyone have an object for a head…’’? He flinched a bit his actions indicating a bit of offence taken ‘’well now that's a bit of an odd way of putting it, but yes everyone does have an as you said ‘object’ for a cranium’’ i felt a bit bad ‘’sorry didn't mean to cause any offence’’ i said ‘’it's quite alright you didn't know’’ he replied then leant back to his normal position.

We soon reached another pastel house ‘’please enter’’ atlas said to us, and i entered through the doorway, i expected more pastel things but when i entered the aesthetic completely shifted, it was a lab many desks were made out of plastic and it was so brightly white that i squinted a bit at first, sinks covered a bit of the sectioned off area of the workspace and empty vials and conical flasks were neatly arranged on some oak shelves ‘’not what you were expecting’’? Said atlas as i wandered around looking dazed ‘’not at all’’ i replied ‘’ah well as you can see each one of these homes in avalon reflects the person's mindset, since i'm a talented biologist, my home is this lab’’ they looked to me as though they were smiling but with no face it was difficult to tell ‘’but why don't i have a house’’? I 

couldn't help but ask, atlas looked at me confused ‘’i..i em..’’ pondered for a moment ‘’i'm not sure that's quite bizarre anyone that comes into Avalon usually has a house already I've never really thought of where the homes come from’’? I stood stunned and confused ‘’where is Avalon exactly, is it in a state, or a country’’? I asked not holding back my curiosity, atlas looked at their actions indicated confusion but then they're arm jolted up and then they went to retrieve a file ‘’Avalon is apart of the great deep space.’’ they said showing me the insides of the file ‘’Avalon is one of the many connections to a deep web of other towns and cities all with different environments, but the main four are Avalon, aparion, bretar and gandvik, they were created long ago by what seems to be gods, according to that little file you have there anyways’’ they said it so casually that it took me a moment to process ‘’w..wait so how do i get back home’’! I said anxiously, atlas and Stanley looked at me and said nothing ‘’i… I need to go home, that's where I'm supposed to be not here’’! I said, all i could remember are the blurry visions of my house and earth, green skies huge cities red bricked buildings, other normal people with normal heads walking by, they seemed to become fuzzier and blurrier with each passing day and i didn't know what i was supposed to do, my head was spinning around with all theses thoughts i felt the feathers on my back rise with anxiety, suddenly atlas turned to me ‘’oh i know’’! They wandered off somewhere in the lab and retrieved a rather old looking book ‘’this book says that there's a mystical place where all the main four environments Aline and seep into one another, it calls it the ‘ exonyms’ perhaps this could be your solution friend’’! They said, trying to sound hopeful. I turned to Stanley he nodded then looked down to me ‘’don’t worry Wilbur, ill help you get back to your home i promise’’ he sounded so sincere and generally caring that i didn't think too much of his truthfulness i nodded and swiftly wiped a tear from my eye.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. used to be a party goer lefty eyebag 😅

Well, make sure you don't pull it out or you'll get twice as much gray hair! Besides, if you look good now with your hair color, you'll probably look good when you get more gray.

I was just teasing about you not spoiling anything 😅 I like that you gave us readers a chance to explore the possibilities of what could've happened to Yelena. Same with the Natasha and R portions where you just skipped over the months, leaving it to our imagination and making it sort of free for all to think how they want to.

I kind of feel bad when I do that though, cause it was your story to tell and then me imagining different scenarios for the characters makes me feel like I'm cheating on the author's thought process... does that make sense? Lol

My favorite part with the whole fic is finding out R's past. It gave insight on how they became what they are now. And I like that in stories, cause if that wasn't in the story, I'd keep wondering the whys. I also enjoyed the detail when R was showing Natasha how to get rid of the body.

So with your husband, did you guys stay together for a bit before getting married?

Hey now, I could have asked for more songs but then you'd be writing all night and might have to make 2 to 3 days to post the response...like your stories..hahaha just kidding 🤣 but 600 songs is not that much to be honest.. how many genres of music do you like?

Wild old times huh 😏sounds like a crazy fun summer. But you never got into the pool at all? And you didn't mingle with any pretty girls back then? Cause you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas anyways lol

Hm, I'd have to do a rain check on my list. Summer for me was always about bbq on the grill and working lol

Okay next, top 3 songs that was your favorite from your childhood.

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello old head who cant stay up late righty eyebag!😅

Sorry i fell asleep last night..(the irony after i call u old head who cant stay up late 😅🤣)

How r u today? Whats ur plan for today? I woke up with worse allergy than yesterday..i cant wait to get rid of that tree, i swear.. 😅🤣 i got headache all day yesterday n today i feel shitty.

Haha yeah i hv been pulling those greay hairs n it keeps grow back n i found more. Some of them even look like a silver-ish color of grey so i looks a little shinny when the light hits it.😅😅

Aw thank youuu.. i hope so too but burgundy red n grey r total different color though, so it could have a total oposite look.😁

Yeah sometimes i like to do that, leaving some space or part for people to imagine the possibilities (not pasta-bilities though 🤣)

Yeah i got what u meant with feeling bad about imagining other different possibilites that u have in mind.

Ohhh so u told me the good dark possibility that happen to yelena last night, so it means u hv cheated on my thought's process about the story??🤨 how could u!! I cant believe u do that! *soap opera dramatic scene* 🤣🤣🤣 just kidding just kidding.

Haha true, u can ask for more songs but u only asked 3 but u know what? Im gonna rebel a bit n i will give u another more of the songs that reminds me of summer (on the next answer because i need time to find it.😅)

Also it's not fair, u didnt tell me 3 songs that remind u of summer.. so give me the answer! 😅😆

I like any genres my ears found it good n enjoyable.. except the heavy metal or underground or other type of screaming rock type of genre. It drives me crazy. What about u? Have i asked u what kind of music u like?

Yep it was a pretty fun summer in Vegas. N nope, i didnt go in to the pool besides i think it's gross, i wasnt wearing swimsuit or bikini (dear god, no. 😅). I was wearing short tank top n a thin oversized shirt to kinda cover my body a bit, flipflop n a baseball cap 😅 n i was happy enough to stay at the bar have my drinks n enjoy the view of women 🤭 (in respectful way of course)

I didnt mingle with the pretty women because i was with my friends but i remember a few women smiled at me. But i'm pretty oblivious n i dont know how to flirt or if i flirt. one of my friends, he sometimes noticed n one time he said "how come everytime we r at the club, girls hit on u?"

I was like "what? They did? I dont know" 😅🤣

Well, i made out with a girl in the corner of the club there once.. but not too long because my friends were looking for me n kept calling me. 😅 what happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. Lol

3 songs that reminds me of my childhood, like when i was a kid? Or teenagers? Or how young? Haha. I didnt really remember my childhood to be honest. U gotta be more specific on this.😆😅

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal one)

[ryehouses]

Um, for POVs how about Noora? Or Noora/Fennec?? Or Fennec anything really. Also, those Tatooine constellation words. I’d LOVE to read those!!!!! I love your worldbuilding and am a HUGE sucker for stars. AST is 100% Star Wars, it reads like SW, feels like SW, and it just incredible. I hope you know how much joy it brings to so many people 🥹💙

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE: IT'S NOORA TIME!

(this is also gonna be my last POV answer for this week; if you sent in an ask and didn't see a response, it's not because it won't be answered! i'm gonna be focusing on the next ast chapter this week, and will return to POV requests in a bit! thank you all so much for your responses -- you've all made my week!!)

in which noora puts the pieces together.

“Oh, Mother of Mountains,” Noora swore, sitting bolt upright. Fennec, who’d had an arm slung across Noora’s hips and her face tucked very prettily into the curve on Noora’s shoulder, let out an inarticulate groan.

“Sorry, dear,” said Noora, distracted. She stared off out the window, where the suns were rising over the Great Dune Sea. “It’s just – they’re fucking, aren’t they?”

Fennec made another inarticulate noise, obviously disgruntled, and managed to peel her face away from the bed. She’d fallen asleep without taking her braids out, which was how Noora knew Fennec really had been tired, last night, when she’d taken Noora into her bed instead of going back to Mos Eisley to visit Noora’s.

Not that Noora minded spending the night in Fennec’s bed – Fennec’s rooms were still pretty impersonal, even though she’d lived in them for months, but her bed was soft and her rooms were warm and the view was pretty good.

Fennec seemed to prefer Noora’s little house in the Quarter, though. She’d never said as much outright, but Noora could tell. She’d seen the little smell Fenn had gotten on her face, the other night, when she’d rummaged around for some clean clothes to wear and found that Noora’d bought a bunch of comfortable black clothes in Fenn’s size.

“Who’s fucking?” said Fennec, blinking blearily. Her braids were fuzzed with sleep and her cheek was red where it had been pressed against Noora’s shoulder.

Noora felt a little bad, now. Fennec rarely slept, but she’d been stone unconscious just a minute ago. Noora’d been awake for a while – the first light of the suns always woke her up, no matter how long she’d been up the night before – and had been lying very still, trying to prolong Fennec’s rest, when she had, unfortunately, fit the pieces of the holopuzzle together.

But Noora had put the pieces together, and if she didn’t tell Fennec about it, Noora thought that she might explode.

“Din and the boss,” Noora said. She watched Fennec’s expression expectantly. “Right?”

Fennec was a consummate professional. She’d always been that way. Her face gave nothing away.

Ah, Noora thought, looking at Fennec. But her eyes –

There was a flicker there, in the dark eyes that Noora loved so much.

Noora grinned. “Oh, good,” she said, happily.

Fennec raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” said Noora, leaning back against her bed, satisfaction making her lekku twitch. “That was bothering me.”

“What was bothering you?” Fennec asked, waking up a little. She took her arm off Noora’s hips and dragged it over her eyes, wiping away some of her sleep. Noora softened. Waking up in the same bed as Fennec might not surprise Noora some time in the future, but here, now, it was a surprise every time.

They made a pretty scene in bed together, Noora and Fennec. Noora hadn’t fallen into bed with Fennec for that reason – Noora liked to make pretty scenes, of course, because she’d been a dancer for most of her life and making things beautiful had been most of Noora’s job – but it was true all the same.

Noora was naked, still, wrapped in a bed sheet, and she knew how nice she looked hat way, her blue skin glowing in the early morning light, white tattoos curling over her lekku and her shoulders and her hips, the small of her back. Fennec had been a force of nature last night, relentless in the best way, and Noora’s inner thighs still bore those bruises. She was deliciously sore.

Fennec never took her clothes off, not all the way. She didn’t like exposing her prosthetics to open air. But she was beautiful too, all black hair and bright, clever eyes, and Noora liked the way they looked together.

Back to the point, though, Noora thought, because she knew that if she started to think about just how pretty Noora and Fenenc looked together, she and Fennec would lose track of the conversation entirely.

“Why Din and the boss have been acting so strangely,” Noora admitted, circling back to her original point. She stretched luxuriously and swept her lekku off her shoulders, rolling her shoulders. Fennec made an appreciative sound.

“Din always acts strangely,” Fennec muttered.

Noora rolled her eyes. That was true, a little. It wasn’t that Din – Din Djarin, Mando to most of Boba Fett’s court and Din only when the three of them, Noora and Fennec and Din, were having breakfast together – meant to be strange, but he kind of was. Noora’d never met anyone who managed to be both so fierce and so shy at the same time.

“He’s been stranger than usual,” Noora countered. And he had been. Din paced around the throne room now, when before he’d just leaned against the wall. He was snappish and withdrawn at breakfast, even when Noora’d ordered him some extra-strong red tea, and he hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep, the last few days.

Well, thought Noora. None of us have, not really. Not since the raid.

Noora could count on one hand how many nights she’d actually slept through, since the raid. She kept waking up in a jolt, expecting to find Gorga the Hutt himself in her bedroom, a chain in his hands, or worse – sometimes Noora woke up and thought she’d dreamed all of this, had dreamed Boba’s return to Tatooine and the warmth of Fennec’s hands, had dreamed up her freedom and her happiness and the careful life Noora’d been building ever since Boba shot Bib Fortuna and set Noora free. She woke up some times expecting to go and dance before Jabba again, praying to any spirits who’d still hear her that she wouldn’t fall into the rancor’s cage.

They were all worn thin, everyone who lived or worked at the palace. Din had reason to be tired, maybe. But his behavior in the throne room last night – the endless pacing, the looks he’d kept shooting the boss while the boss had been on his throne, kark, the way the boss had come up to Din when Noora’d pulled him off the floor and tried to settle him with a drink –

“Good for Din,” Noora murmured.

Fennec snorted.

“What?” Noora asked, arching an eyebrow. Her lekku twitched. “I assume you’ve known all along?”

“Not… all along,” Fennec conceded, her lips twitching up into a faint smile. “But I’ve known for a while, yeah. Djarin’s got a terrible sabacc face, and Boba pines when he’s away.”

“Oh, does he?” Noora asked, interested. “The boss? Pining?”

Boba Fett didn’t seem like the type to pine. Noora remembered him a little, from the old days. He had watched the dancers with Jabba a time or two. Boba Fett was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.

“It’s awful,” Fennec confirmed, smiling. “Not that Djarin’s any better.”

“No,” said Noora, smiling back. “I bet he’s just as bad.”

But then she remembered Din’s mood over the last few days – withdrawn, silent and strange, his kind face pinched with unhappiness even over scrambled junda bird eggs and bladeback bacon – and sobered.

“They weren’t fighting, were they?”

“I couldn’t say,” said Fennec, with just enough warning in her tone for Noora to leave it alone.

“It’s their business,” Noora admitted. But she rallied, brightening again, when she remembered how nervous the boss had sounded, last night, when he’d asked Din to come up to his rooms. “But I bet they’re reconciled now.”

Even though the boss’s rooms were only one floor above Fennec’s – and Din’s one floor below – everything in the palace was made from solid red sandstone. Noora would’ve have heard a bomb go off up there, let alone the boss and Din reconciling.

“I couldn’t say,” Fennec repeated. Her tone was a little sly, though. “But I could make an educated guess.”

Noora laughed. “Well,” she said. “Good.”

It was good. Noora was happy for them. She didn’t know if there was more to it than just sex or not – it was hard to tell with the boss, and Noora rather thought that if she asked Din outright, he might flee the system – but it was good that they were letting off some of their restlessness. It was good that they were taking care of each other.

“Mm,” Fennec agreed. She still hadn’t made a move to get out of bed, which was a little surprising, honestly; Fennec, like Noora, wasn’t one for a lazy morning in bed. Not when there was work to do, and there was always work to do here in Boba Fett’s palace. Noora had a bar to restock and a squadron of cleaning droids to marshal. She had a tapestry, finished just yesterday to hang over that awful scar behind Boba’s throne. She had a hundred things to do and a hundred more things to supervise, since Boba Fett was decently good at running a criminal enterprise but terrible at managing a palace.

But Fennec was warm beside her.

“Freykka,” Noora said, lightly. Fennec lifted an eyebrow again. “I know it’s their business, but, in your opinion, as the master of Boba Fett’s spies and his guards and honestly most of his empire – ” Fennec lifted her other eyebrow, obviously pleased “ – what are the chances that Din and the boss are gonna be awhile, before they get up?”

“Mm,” Fennec said again, reaching up to run one delicate finger down the length of one of Noora’s lekku, smiling when Noora shivered, her whole body bending towards the touch. Fennec leaned in closer. Her breath was warm against the curve of Noora’s cheek.

“I would say,” Fennec murmured, her hand falling again to Noora’s hip, “that there’s a pretty good chance they’re going to be a while. There’s no court this morning.”

“Good,” Noora murmured back, turning to catch Fennec’s mouth in a kiss. Fennec let her, which thrilled Noora every time. “If there’s no court, we’ll have to find some way to fill the time.”

Fennec’s hand left Noora’s hip. Skimmed across the top of her thigh. “I have a few ideas,” she said, and Noora laughed.

[la-duvalin]

Fluff where Loki and reader are so in sync that they finish each others sentences and know exactly what the other are thinking and then Thor etc. get really confused and find it weird but also think they’re perfect for each other. And loki and reader are not in a relationship yet and have a sort of tense enemies sort of relationship and they tolerate each other but still hate each other. It’s complicated and very specific, I apologise

Thank you so much for your lovely request darling!! I hope you enjoy it!! And please do tell me how you liked it if you wanna ♡ 

Gee this fic got way longer and took more time to realize than expected, sorry for the long wait, dear, yet I hope y´all enjoy it regardless

Btw, I did this thinkig of the reader as NB, since you didn´t specify, so just in case I did it like so, I hope you don´t mind <3

Summary: You tried to help Loki get the throne of Asgard, but when things went South, he disappeared for you to never hear of him again, and you were left to face the concequences of your actions. You were banished from Asgard and sent to Midgard. After one year in this planet and barely adapting in a little nice and cold country named Germany, suddenly, your plans go South and your life changes, yet again...

Word count: 6k (6320)

Warnings: None, but idk why but I decided to put a lot of context, making it longer, but it gets there...eventually. Also, it got a little "bit" angsty, and for this I'm sorry.

Aftermath.

  Your life in Midgard hasn´t been as bad as you thought it would be, things are still complicated for you of course, it could be worse, so far you have managed to learn from humans and you even have now your identity and a little appartment in a crowded building, and have a new little job that at least pays the bills and some of your needs. You have even found a little happiness in exploring this beautiful country, on your weekends you decide to have really long walks, even traveling to the other side of the country, exploring and learning it´s history, you couldn´t help but find such huge interest in the art the museums displayed. You of course know how all the objects in these beautiful places became in the possesion of the museums, and you hate it, but you still can´t help but to admire the pieces.

   One cloudy Saturday you woke up not so early, but still went to a place you´ve heard about thanks to a coworker, a specific street in Baden-Württemberg, Stuttgart, named  Königstraße (Köningstrasse). You wanted to also visit the “countryside” of Baden-Württemberg, but that´d had to be another day, you should´ve woken up earlier for that though.

  Since you were already late, you decided to take things easy and get ready and eat calmly. Good thing was that you could go in the subway and arrive there easily.

   You arrived there pretty well but then after an hour of walking non-stop and not checking were you where going, the obvious happened and you got lost, but you couldn´t say you were scared or something of the sort. All the little streets were so beautiful, you were even thankful you got lost. You were still a bit confused on how some maps worked and such, and that there is also to be added the fact that you don´t have a good sense of direction.

Besides that, you got to dine in a very nice and affordable resturant and got to enjoy pretty much of the whole place. Once you got “unlost”, the sun was setting, and the now clear sky was getting dark, soon to be decorated with beautiful stars. You decided to walk a little bit more, enjoying it all. You just love feeling like this, the freedom of being able to just walk on your own on such a beautiful day and in a new place with such an interesting arquitecture, cold yet not freezing (not yet anyway), feeling like you don´t even have struggles nor responsabilities, that beautiful feeling when you can almost make sure nothing could go wrong nor that anything can change how you feel at the moment.

Something pulls you back to reality, a very luxurious car, and then another and another at almost different times, they were all heading one place, you rushed out of the alley you were in and looked where they were headed. Apparently it was some sort of palace maybe, it certaintly looked like one, maybe they were opening it or they were celebrating something, by the looks of it, since everything in the place looked like one of those big ostentatius public celebrations rich humans like to throw when something really important is happening in a certain date and things of the sort. 

It wasn´t long after you heard screaming from inside that place. Your instinct of course told you to run away, but you knew you could be of help to those people, whatever the situation was, so you ran in the contrary direction those people were running towards, until you saw it, the source of the problem, you stood astonished, just not believing what was right in front of you.

It was him, the guy you thought was dead, the main reason you´re stuck in this planet. You couldn´t help but feel so many things like betrayal, relief, happiness, resentment. You wanted to just cry or scream, or maybe even both because of the intense emotions and the impression. He was just smiling when he made some illusions of himself and made them scatter so he could have at least a big group of people completely under his control. You weren´t in it, you were just a bit far, enough for him not to notice you, plus he was just so concentrated, enjoying what he was doing. You weren´t paying attention to what he was saying, but listening to his voice made you feel something else you couldn´t quite recognize, but it was also as intense as the other emotions plaguing your heart, you could feel it bumping against your chest like if it wanted to make it explode.

An older man stood up, by the looks of it he was contradicting the black haired God that was holding them “captive”, not long after, Loki pointed this weird golden spear towards the elder, it was obviously to harm the poor man. You were about to scream at the Asgardian when he shot some ball of energy and light to the old man, and some other guy, younger by the looks of him and dressed in this blue full body suit, with a blue mask covering half of his face, tall but not as tall as Loki, with a shield, which turned Loki´s shot against him and knocked him to the ground. The people started to scatter again, now succesfully, almost everyone panicking and screaming, which was very understandable.

The God of Mischief and the blue-suited guy started to fight, this all looks like it´s not Loki´s first problem to cause in Midgard. You walk towards them, you don´t even know why or what you´re going to do once you reach them, you just do it, you bump into a couple of people running for their lives. When you get close enough, after one actually good fight, Loki has Mr.Blue Suit on the floor, about to kill him with his spear.

—Loki! Stop it now! — you scream at him while getting close, but at a much slower speed

And he did stop, not because you told him to, but because he was also astonished, he definitely didn´t expect to see you, specially right there. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, but in reality it was barely a second. Something else hit him and left him on the floor again, a man in an metal suit commanded him to stay put. To your surprise, he surrendered and put the spear down raised his hands so the two saviors of the day could see them. As soon as Mr.Blue Suit looked at you, you didn´t know why, but you started running, kind of aknowledging that seeing you knew him could bring you trouble. The guy immediately caught you and said told you to give yourself in or things could get worse for you, so you didn´t even put up a fight, after all, you´re innocent and you´d be out of this situation in no time.

What the hell had he doe this time? Why was he in Midgard? He really had left you to your fate back then. Your mind was plagued of these thoughts and even more questions, making you feel like if your heart was sinking.

They decided to not cuff you, you really didn´t look like a threat, but they had to take you, just in case, plus they might even get you to help them out somehow if you knew anything and if they managed to convince you.-

Once they sat you down, you stared at Loki while he was sitting down too, you still couldn´t believe what you were seeing, the memories of that day went over your head like if they´ve just happened. You also noticed a certain change in him, he looked bad, pained and even tired, you immediately figured that while he was gone, we didn´t go to a nice place or maybe he met something or someone. He could hide a lot of things from everyone, but not the people who really know him, even though it wasn´t your case, you aknowledge to yourself that the things you know about him are probably the mere surface.

He stares right back at you and gives you a mischievous and wide smile, for then to say your name, like if it was such a pleasure for him so say it

—It´s been a while. It´s so good to see you again, did you miss me?— he says, almost amused.

The want and need to answer him and question him bother you, but you decide to not even say a word to him, not until he apologizes, which you know it´s almost impossible to happen, it´s Loki, the God of Mischief we´re talking about here.

Both Mr.Blue Suit and Mr.Metal stare kind of discretely towards you both, as they analize what help you can provide them and how much you can be of use to end his whole “mission”. 

—Oh come on, darling, are you really going to ignore me? Don´t be mean— he continued, that amused tone still in his voice, but now a mocking little laugh finished the sentence.

With a lot of work from you, you managed to keep ignoring him and stare at the floor, the walls, everything but him, the good thing is that it actually distracted you a bit, you couldn´t help but to think that these guys must have a lot of money to buy such a nice plane, or that they were maybe some special force in a really rich country´s military.

Meanwhile, the little group of saviours and the pilots talk but you can´t figure out what theyp´re saying, they´re talking very low, but they glance at Loki every now and then, they feel, or they know, that something is not right about all of this, and it also makes you think a little bit, you don´t remember the God of Mischief making anything easy, specially when he´s got a plan. Come on, he even disappeared completely once the plan of taking the Throne of Asgard for himself failed.

A storm was comming, the lightnings were getting closer and louder all of the sudden, it felt almost like if they were attacking the plane itself. This was definitely strange, for the sky was even clear like seconds ago.

—What´s the matter? Scared of a little lightning?— Mr.Blue Suit asked when he noticed the Argardian a bit nervous.

—I´m not overly fond of what follows— he answered. He definitely knew something was comming.

When he said that and without analyzing his change of attitude all of the sudden you suspected the same. You immediately wondered a thousand things, because for his oh so dear brother to be there, then he must´ve known where he was, at least recently, or something, you even wondered if Thor let you escape. Your thoughts were interrupted by something that hit the plane, even moving it, making everyone get starteled. The guy in the metal suit put his helmet on and opened the back door of the plane, while he was ready to get out and check what was that, Thor entered the plane and hit the Iron guy before he could do much. The God of Thunder then got Loki out of his seat by force and grabbed him by the throat to then jump out of the airplane with his brother still on his grasp.

After a small exchange of words between the two saviours, which was actually kinda funny, the iron guy went after Thor, then Mr.Blue took a parachute and went right behind him. Though, that last guy did say something that made you scoff, that there was just one God and that he didn´t dress like that. Of course you knew which God he was talking about, but what was funny to you is that even though he just saw two gods, he still said there was only one.

Another thing that caught your attention was the mention of the Tesseract, that did catch your curiosity, it must have something special, you of course knew what a tesseract is, but then it must hold in itself something really important, something maybe Loki needs

Once you were left alone with the pilots you just sighed « Well now that was something, huh...he gets to recive his punishment on Asgard for whatever stupid thing he did there...» you thought, tried to shrug off the little storm of emotions and confusing thoughts that you were having at the moment, you wanted to just let it go instead of processing it´d at least get your mind off of Loki at least, maybe you could even go back to your normal life after this, even though, you didn´t want this, no matter how much you deny it. 

One of the pilots, a really beautiful woman with red head, which, judging by her eyes and stare, she was pretty tough, started to ask you a casual question about him, but you decided not to answer, plus she was quite busy, it´s not like if she could just make you answer. You did want to answer eventually, but only once you get to know more about what´s going on. Thankfully she didn´t insist on an answer, not even a reaction.

Not long after, you finally realized how tired you really were, it had all been too much, you walked for hours almost without stopping before all of this happened, even though you still worried, you decided not to care much if you fell asleep there, you were already stressed out enough, and your body really needed it, plus the night is pretty young and you might need some energies for later. So you relaxed as much as you could, the faint vibrations of the plane helped of course, and you fell asleep successfully.

You felt like if it were hours of sleep you had, it was a relief to you that you truly rested. Unfortunately, someone woke you up. It was the same woman, the one who was piloting the plane. You sighed, unbockeled the saftey belt and got up, stretching your arms and back as you stood. She gave you a mask, and you were about to ask why, but you just put it on without saying a word, she must´ve given it to you for a reason after all, and well, there´s no reason to hurt you or anything of the sort. Once you put the mask on it felt like if a breeze was comming from inside it, this confused you until she opened the plane door, you couldn´t believe it again, those were clouds outside. You could barely see because of the darkness of the night, but there was no doubt you were in the sky, in one of those aircraift carriers, but instead of being on water you were here. You really couldn´t decide what about this whole night amazed you more. The woman laughed discretely at your amazement and then asked you to follow her inside, which you did of course. As you were walking into what seemed a maze once inside the aircraft, she introduced herself, you learned that her name is Natasha, then you introduced yourself and shook hands with her. You couldn´t deny you were a bit relieved that she wasn´t mad after you didn´t answer her question before, or maybe she was just good at hiding things. 

Natasha doesn't lead you much further into the aircraft, just enough and she asks you to sit in this sort of waiting room , and you decide to obey her and wait for as long as you need to. You used this time to calm your nerves a bit and breathe calmly through your anxiety before it made you act up. Not even half an hour later she came back and lead you into this place where there's a lot of people in many computers, one computer per person almost, and there also is this big table and there where the two guys who fought Loki, Thor, and a couple of more people. They introduced themselves, Nick Fury, the one who is in control of the whole thing, Dr.Bruce Banner, a brilliant scientist they hired to find the tesseract, Mr.Blue Suits name is Steve Rogers but they call him Capitain America, and the guy in the metal suit is Tony Stark, some billionare also known as Iron Man. There was also Friday, the one who worked the closest to Nick Fury.

Apparently Steve and Tony already told Fury why they took you in, since he didn't ask you a thing about it.

—So...I suppose you might know why we brought you here— Nick told you and finished the sentence by saying your last name, and offering you a seat at the table, which you accepted.

That of course did surprise you and beyond that, you even checked discretely if you had your wallet and phone with you, and it was like so, which left you more confused, you had everything with you, how could they even know your name? Also, if they already knew your name, is it possible that they might have already found out that any of your identities existed just a year ago? Could that little information bring you any more problems?

—Well...maybe because I was seen barely interacting with your...um...prisoner— you replied, trying your very best to hide your worries, acting as natural as you could. This was specially hard since all the anxiety was becoming more evident, since you could feel it all over your body, almost screaming to get out in any way possible.

—Exactly...now, would you be so kind to tell us your conection with our “prisoner”— he said calmly even though his tone sounded a bit more demanding.

Thor was there, so it would be useless to lie even a little bit, you look at him and let out a sigh, he looks at you expectantly.

—I met him many years ago, and we were basically friends, one day he had this plan and I agreed to help him out, but then it all went wrong and he disappeared. I was punished, banished and sent here. But I can tell you that I haven´t seen him until now, I even thought he was a dead man— you explain quite shortly and enough just to maybe prove your innocence in this case at least. You avoid all eye contact with everyone, even though you are very curious to see their faces and try to decipher what they might be thinking. However you were able to catch Thor nodding at Fury with your peripheral view.

—And how come you were there and at the moment of his attack?— Fury spat.

You did your best to look at him at the face, so he could see better your honesty.

—That was just a coincidence, I just wanted to visit that place after I heard about it, and went for a really long walk and look around...believe me, if I´d known he´d be there, I wouldn´t even had gone in the first place— you said with a little white lie, you perfectly know that if you´d known he´d be there, you would´ve arrived really early just in case, not even caring what his purpose was in that place.

Your “interviewer” sighed heavily and kept whatever thoughts and opinions he had to himself

—Now that I'm stuck in here and all because of that guy you probably got locked up somewhere in this huge flying thing, could I please know what the hell did he do this time in order to be pursued like a criminal again?— you asked now, sounding a bit frustrated, feeling which you really weren't faking at all.

Natasha approached you and cleared her throat —Some days ago he stole a very important atrifact, and he's been committing various crime since his recent appereance on Earth— she answered

—That Tesseract thing, right?— you asked, remembering when it was mentioned earlier

—Yes...what do you know about it?— she replied, expecting you might have more answers toward what Loki could be planning to really do with it.

—Nothing, I just heard your partners mention it earlier, so I just figured it might be that. By the way, what is so special about it? Since Loki's so obsessed with it to the point he's given you all these problems...— you said as your anxiety and overwhelming nerves were leaving you and being repleaced by curiosity and intrigue

Natasha looked at Fury, and he stard back at her. —We don't know for sure, we had it so we could study it, but before Loki stole it, we barely have an idea of what it may contain— Nick answered as he slowly stared at you

You let another long sigh escape your lips. —So that´s it huh. So what now? How am I getting back home any time soon?— you ask, knowing that they might also want something from you, so you give them this easier opportunity to ask you what they want you to do and ge things done faster, after all it might be a better chance for you as well, into knowing with more detail what´s going on and why.

The team just looked at eachother and discretely stared at their apparent boss. They knew the risks of what they planned, they talked about it before they let you in and interview you, and some of them opposed to the plan, but these are desperate times and they need to do everything possible. —Well, we were hoping you coud cooperate with us and maybe have a little chat with Loki, maybe he´d say something useful to you— Nick said, so straightforward, just as necessary.

It was exactly what you had predicted, and you really wanted to do so, but you pretended to dwell on your thoughts, like if you were really thinking it through, and even slightly acted life if you were mentally preparing, so you didn´t seem so suspicious to them, even if you have no bad intentions and really want to help them out, specially for the possible outcome that could benefit you.

—I..okay, I´ll do it. Just don´t expect much— you say after a couple of moments. —Let´s just do this as quickly as possible, okay?— you add, acting tense and anxious, when in reality you were just anticipant and a bit nervous. They agreed and Natasha immediately led you to where he was at, while telling you to just have an almost normal conversation with him, and to mention about his intentions with the Tesseract and on Earth like if it was more than normal for you to talk about those subjects. You agreed to all, even though you had no idea how you were going to start a conversation with him. 

You didn´t know how long it would take you both to get there, but the more you walked towards him, the more nervous you got, flashbacks of all those nice and even cute moments you spent with him attacked your mind, all those times he made you laugh and some of the light pranks he did on you, but those memories that made your heart flutter where ruined by your last memory about him, how you waited for him but never came, how he´d left you to never even let you know if he was alive or not. That bitterness suddenly filled your mind, almost taking control over you, thankfuly Natasha interrupted you accidentally —He´s in there, I´ll open the door for you but I won´t come in with you, good luck— she said with a little smirk. You thanked for leading you and all, though in your mind you also thanked her for stopping that poisonous train of thought.

As you enter he was already facing the door, like if he was expecting for someone to give him a little visit, specially you.

—Well well...look who's here. Did you miss me?— he teased with an annoying smirk on his face

—Well well...look who's here. Did your plans fail again?— You replied, immitating his smile and his cocky tone

—Funny...— Loki responds, faking and overacting as of he was hurt by your words, still teasing you. —So tell me old friend, what brings you here with me?— he asks even though he suspects the reasons of your visit

—Well...you did kinda got me into this little problem of yours, so naturally I want a chat with you, and y'know, probably even explain a couple things to me. So I hope this dead man can at least say something valuable to me...— the bitterness in your voice made your words feel like poison.

You could see a hint of surprise in his eyes, but Loki being Loki immediately masked his true emotions, and these became a mistery to you.

It seems like he even enjoys listening how your words come out and how your voice just accompanies the feeling these already have, how the resentment fills your eyes, resentment which he very well knows he provoked and caused. Thankfully yet unfortunatley this is not the first time he acts this way in these types of situations, after all it's Loki we're talking about for crying out loud, but in the end it's thanks to this that now you have at least a bit of experience to know more or less how to act and what to say to get something useful out of the concersation. It is impossible to trick the master trickster, but at least you've got to try.

It took quite a lot out of you to calm yourself and put reason and strategy before emotion. Meanwhile the mischievous God rejoices in your reactions and on how difficult it is for you to keep it together.

—So is the dead guy gonna tell me something? Or is he really dead?— you sighed while you walked even closer towards his cage

—What would you like me to say, darling? Do you want that owed explination of why, oh why wasn't I there and just left without leaving any trace nor clue if I was even alive?— he said with the hint of mock on his voice, exaggerating his tone in those last words.

«Gee...he really is the worst huh»

—Actually no, I don't care. I just want to know why did you have to come back and spoil such a pretty day, why did you have to come and cause more chaos in an already very, very chaotic world— you spilled, even though you lied a bit at the beginning, but your performance was pretty credible, even for him, which is almost a miracle.

—I see, however I do have to mention, it was not my intention to ruin your day not to trouble you again— he said with an honesty that seemed unreal —Our paths crossed by accident and coincidence. And also, might I add it was you who intervened by walking towards my scene and interacted with me by asking me to stop...— he continued, and got silent but that silence meant that he was asking you soemehow to realize that you also have to take responsability of your participation in the situation that got you here

—Oh so you're telling me that it's my fault, huh, instead of yours!— you reply outraged and in disbelief

—Oh come on, don't balme all of this fully on me, you're no victim of mine— he tries to correct you, and finishes that sentence with your name, your name lingering a bit on his tongue.

There was something about his voice and how he said your name, almost dragging it as he pronounced it, like enjoying calling it, it made you feel a shiver travel through your spine, as well as you felt your face a little bit hotter. This reaction took you by surprise but you hid this part at least and as best as you could

Clearing your throat as if it'd help you get rid of that first sensation, you continued —What is that supposed to mean?—

—Exactly what I said, darling. You have as much responsibility as I do, you ended here, back to me, because of how you acted. As well as the part of "destiny" that made us encounter— he answers, enjoying strangely of this big truth, not hiding his pleasure. He was as closest as possible to you, his body almost touching the glass that kept you phisically apart from him.

«Holy shit...he's right. Well fuck me! Why did I fucking have to intervene?! That was so goddam dumb, Lord! This cannot be!» you thought angrily, you always despised when he was right

—What is it? You finally give me reason, dear one?— he said playfully, knowing perfectly what he was doing, how he was making you feel

—There is nothing to give to you! Plus come on, it's not my "responsibility" nor fault that you're doing whatever you're doing here in Midgard! By the way, honestly, why are you even here? Didn't daddy want you back so you go and throw your tantrum here?— You attack, already fed up with him.

Oh he was definitely hurt, but his smile only got wider, as to not know how to react to such words, and this couldn't be more obvious. You immediately regretted it, losing control and letting your anger speak for you. You wanted to just escape to never see nor say a thing to him ever again, and you were about to, but you knew it wasn't the way, not the right thing to do, not to mention it would also hurt and the feeling of guilt would hunt you down forever and consume you eventually. No matter whay he did to you and how much his decisions hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him that much as well, there was something inside you, a feeling, a really strong sentiment, keeping you from running away and leaving things just as they were. If he were anyone else, it'd be most likely for you to go away and not to let it bother you, but not him.

—Loki...I-...I am truly sorry for what I said, I just lost control, I didn't mean it— you said softly, getting only closer to him, as you got even more courage which no one knows where you got from to continue —Please forgive me— you said a bit louder and bowed slightly, to show him your honesty and regret

He was still hurt, but the surprise and astonishment he felt by your most recent action took over for the moment, specially because no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was some sort of prank or joke, you were just so honest it was impossible to really believe otherwise. Never has someone asked for his forgiveness, specially after saying words as painful as those, and what made him confused whas the true feeling of regret in you, the only desire of yours to have his forgiveness and to help you through the pain you caused. His heart, mind, and habits were in conflict, fighting for what was he to say or do. Naturally he would've dismissed you and hurt you even worse in return, after all he had absolutely everything in his power to do so, and he was so about to spill all the venom in his heart to treat you like so, but in the end, and taking him by surprise, the result was different.

His hand touched the glass, which caught your attention and made you look at his face, even though you couldn't quite decipher his stare nor the look on his face. You straighten up and look at his large, pale hand on the glass and put yours right in the same place as his

—Did I teach you all that, dear one? That manner of speaking?— he said playfully, knowing and aknowledging that you acted so similarly to him when in those situations. His playfulness was accompanied by a smile somehow sweet and honest, a smile not even he knew he could ever give genuinely.

This was all knew to you but it relieved you. But since it was Loki you're facing now, you were still confused, and didn't trust your instincts enough to know how true he was being

—You may've been my friend, but you were also a teacher, Loki— you said, reciprocrating in his little game with more of the truth.

—Oh was I know?— he sighed with a scoff and faking pride

He really was, many of the things you know in towards navigation, and many ways of how to turn things your way, are thanks to him.

—Yeah you were, man, I'm not gonna lie, you did teach me some valuable things— you replied with a teasing smile. —Though, I can't deny I'm a bit confused now, in the many things you taught me, one of them was how not to get caught and all that implied doing so...so what the hell happened?— you add once you actually just analyze that the only thing that's avoiding your hands to touch is that glass, that cage that has him well locked up and almost in display like a fish in a tank.

He hunched his back a bit, trying to have his face at the same level as yours, but he still had to look slightly down at you. —You should already know the answer to that, darling...— he teased, whispering in such a low voice that it made you feel strange, but funny somehow.

You looked confused for a moment, and started thinking until the bulb light up. «Wait...this was on purpose! Wether he plans to do something from the inside of the ship, or he's waiting to get caught by a third party, or anything else, but this is no accident nor clumsiness of his!» Your analysis made your eyes open wider as you stared at his.

You both didn't say a word to eachother, he just winked as he got away from the glass and turned his back on you, standing on the center of the fish tank.

—And I guess you won't be telling me what's the reason of your glorious visit here on Midgard, huh— you said, like if trying to be indirect, but failing at it catastrophically.

—Well wouldn't you like to know. Sorry dear one, but I would like it more if you watched, I wouldn't want to spoil you the surprise.— Mr.Mischief explained as he turned his head slightly back, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

—Oh great, another surprise— you said in sarcastic cheerfulness.

You could hear his soft scoff, and see as he turned his head back straight, probably looking at nothing, just wanting to be dramatic as usual. Hinting the end of the conversation at least on his part.

You took it and sighed, wanting to talk to him more, but not admitting this to yourself. —Well, bye my dear friend, hope to swe you again soon...not— you joked in that last part and turned your back and headed to the door.

As it opened itself and then closed behind you, you saw Natasha there, as if she never left.

—You good?— she asked as she suggested you to walk next to her with a movement with her head, so you could go back.

—I really don't know...— you answer sincerely as you went to her side and let her lead you to the room you were once in.

You were recived with an expectant look from Fury, they were all waiting there, apparently they watched the whole conversation between you and their stunning prisoner.

—Okay now...all I can make out of this is that it's msot likely he wasn't caught on accident not was it any sort of mistake, so just watch out, just in case— you were pretty honest, though it did almost hit you, his stare made you remember the main reason you were there with him, even if it wasn't the important one for you.

As you walked away to look at the night sky through the huge "window" of the aircraft, Thor joined you.

—If it wasn't because that cage was in between you two, I could've sworn you both were about to kiss like a married couple that had been unexpectedly separated, and joined again for their love to continue until the end of times— said Thor almost jokingly, but the sincerety behind it is more than obvious, to the point it's brutal.

—Ha...ha...ha, very funny Thor. You know, after all this time, I thought you'd drop that old joke you've been keeping for as long as I've met your endearing brother, guess it's not like that, huh— you defended sarcastically. But the God of Thunder only replied with a genuine laugh

—Next time we'll give you the room to you both alone, don't worry, we won't peek, kido— Tony said, just joining himself without previous warning.

These words made you blush to the point it made your face burn., but of course you did your best not to give yourself away wuth your facial expressions nor your body language. But just the thought of him kissing you made your heart flutter and made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

«Oh come on! Don't think about such things!! After all that has happened, he ain't even really your friend anymore!! No more ridiculous fantasies!» you scolded yourself, denying yourself the permission to think about what you truly desired, and without knowing, what Loki desperately needed and wanted as well.

[liptonsbabe]

Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: Molly knows about the reader’s relatives and she’s not so sure to put her trust in a girl that had just betrayed her own family

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Hi! i’m so happy that you guys liked this thing! thank you so much for your support and, again, if you want to keep reading this let me know. Same note as ever, english not my mother language, so tell me if something’s is wrong.

Chapter 2: Not your family

The next morning turned out to be quieter than you imagined.

You slowly got out of bed and looked at everything around you noticing how quaint Bill's old room was. The ceiling was lined with grainy wallpaper with stacks of photographs of Quidditch players hanging from the reeds that moved from side to side, simulating the playing field; the right side of the room had a huge hole behind the small stool that tried to hide it, and from that hole a small garden gnome was sleeping peacefully with a small piece of cloth on top of his head. You stood up, walking towards the huge window that gave you a beautiful view of the Weasley's garden that at that moment was covered by a thin layer of drizzle that had fallen during the night.

Molly's fruit trees gleamed under the faint rays of the sun and you saw how a doxy from between the leaves poisoned Mrs. Weasley's apples, causing them to fall from the tree branches in a thick black mass with a foul smell coming out of it. You shook your head, excited to witness a very different way to wake up.

Even though several minutes have passed since you woke up, the house continued to remain in a strange silence that made you think that the family had decided to leave the burrow with the intention of buying more supplies or something like that. You knew that Bill wasn’t at home precisely for his obligations within the Order, so you didn’t worry about looking for him around the room, so you decided that a better option was going down to the dining room and know what was happening.

As you went down the spiral staircase, you cursed in a whisper when you forgot to put on your slippers before leaving the bedroom cause the floor was so cold that you slipped a couple of times. Back in the days, when you were still welcome in your parents' house, you had many servants who did all the things for you - putting on your shoes as soon as you woke up was one of those things - but now that your life had changed so much, you assumed that you would have to adapt and start taking care of your own needs.

Your curious eyes roamed the walls covered in family photos that caused a big warmth in your chest. In each of those photographs, all of Molly's children appeared along with their father, smiling for the camera and sending effusive greetings. A pic was hanging at the fireplace were Molly and Arthur were carrying a small white bundle crying his lungs out. You assumed it was Bill as his parents seemed too young back then and even as a small baby, you could recognize those tantrum features anywhere.

A giggle escaped your lips when you noticed a funny sequence from that same photo in which, even with Bill crying in his mother's arms, his father tried to carry him for a moment to calm him down, however the baby's cries didn’t stop. The baby was so annoyed that he ended throwing up  the milk ration that he must have had before the photo session on his father's neat shirt.

You laughed because you knew that William's impertinence was something he had carried with him for several years now.

"Bill hates those photos." You jumped in your place scared to see Molly standing behind you. Your cheeks turned red “He says that it’s embarassing but i think that’s nonsense. He was an adorable baby”

"he was," you answered, looking anywhere but into Molly's shrewd eyes. "but I guess displaying them in the fireplace isn’t the right thing to do."

“Is it not?

"No, they should be at the front door where everyone can see them”

Molly giggled as you watched the sequence of photos over and over again. A silence settled between you, but surprisingly it was not an awkward silence, but one that was allowing you to create a bond that neither of you expected. Mrs. Weaslsey brought up a rag, wiping it around the corners of the photo from the dust.

"Arthur and I had to save up for months to take those pictures," she mentioned wistfully, "we just had Bill and it seemed like a good idea to welcome him into our family with a gesture like that. Arthur was new in the ministry and wasn't earning too much, but we had that quirk and decided we could afford to skip certain things to pay for the pictures. It cost us ten galleons and it still took us four months to gather them”

“Oh” You didn't know what to say, but you just kept looking at the photograph feeling a bit uncomfortable. You never had those problems at home because your family was insanelly rich thanks to the inheritance in life that your grandfather Tim had left to his son and later to his grandchildren. Even the descendants of your grandfather's servants came to work in your house, reason enough for you and your siblings to grow up with no sense of responsibility other than your own wishes. Molly sighed remembering those times when life seemed to be easier.

"So when Bill asked me to remove it from the fireplace, I refused. He doesn't know how hard it was to raise that money, but I think he has nothing to be ashamed of, he was too adorable!

"I don't doubt it for a second, Mrs. Weasley."

"You can call me Molly," she said, walking back to the kitchen where you continued watching the way the pans moved back and forth preparing breakfast. You were not very good at cooking - in fact, you had never cooked before- however, that didn’t stop you from offering your help. So you took a pan, placed it on the stove, and decided that you would find a way to make a good mountain of strawberry-filled pancakes just like your dear nanny did. Molly observed you carefully. "I think that now that you are living with us it is appropriate to have a more cordial treatment.My son told me a lot about you”

“Just the good things, i hope”

“Kind of” You stopped mixing ingredients to look at her carefully” He told us a bunch of marvelous things about you and how you two met. Actually, what worries me the most is what he didn’t tell us”

And there was the recrimination you were waiting for. You were aware that it had to arrive sooner or later, however, you would have been grateful that it did it when Bill were by your side to give you the opportunity to defend yourself properly. You cleared your throat uncomfortably, knowing that what Molly needed to hear from your own lips was which family you came from. You continued your task with the pancakes, turning out as bad as you expected.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way, Mrs. Weasley."

"Molly," he corrected.

"Molly" you smiled slowly "But believe me when I tell you that it was me who asked William not to mention anything about my last name or where I come from. I know that in this case, with the war above our heads, it is necessary to be certain of the people who enter your family and I apologize for that, it's just ... Bill is very important to me” Molly's eyes narrowed “Since we met ... I have found a home in him and well, all that feels when someone is in love. "Mrs. Weasley shook her head, understanding the feeling." I have experienced the rejection before. When people know that Tom Riddle is my family ... they run away in fear, curse my family and even walk away from us, as if sharing a blood bond makes us as evil as he is.

“And it’s not like that?” Molly asked with a hand on her neck. She didn’t want to be like the others and judge you without knowing the full story, just as she had promised Bill the night before that she would, but it was so difficult not to remember the death of his brothers by Voldemort’s hands and to pretend nothing had happened in the past. You sighed because the eggs you cracked on the bowl got mixed with their own shell “ I've heard of the Grants before, they're all Death Eaters, including your siblings!”

“It is difficult to have to choose a side  when you don’t have your own convictions”

"And you have it?"

You looked at Molly in pain. Of course you expected those reactions from Bill's mother, she was within her right to be upset that her oldest son never told her that he was in a relationship with a girl who seemed to have the most fucking powerful and evil wizard in the world as a great-uncle. No, Molly wasn't mad, she was deadly angry, she felt like she was bursting!

Her hands became fists and without knowing how, you found yourself between the wall and Molly's big arms from one second to the other. The pancake batter was forgotten, as was the woman's promise to treat her son's girlfriend in a good way.

"How is it possible ..." Molly questioned in an agitated voice, pressing your arms against the wall, "... that a single deer leaves the nature of its own herd?" How can you ensure that one rotten apple even in a gold container doesn’t rot the others?”Your breath caught at the questions of the woman in front of you. Once again, you were aware that your presence wouldn’t be good news to them, but at least you hoped they understood your motives before judging you “Explain to me, (Y/ N) Grant, when have you seen a pig away from his equals?”

Your words caught in your throat at Molly's fierce question. Bill had talked a lot about the temper of his mother. Even if she could be really grumpy at times, she was in general a very sweet, pleasant and maternal woman with everyone; however, you didn’t fit into that generality because it seemed that the woman was determined to kill you with her own hands.

"If my presence bothers you so much, then you shouldn't have let Bill and I to stay here."

“He's my son! All I want for him is to be happy, and that's why I don't understand what he managed to see in you”

"Maybe the same thing you saw in your husband." Molly's lips twitched in anger, but you didn't stop. You hoped that she would at least understand what your words meant, because that would make it easier for both of you to try at least get along better, even if Molly seemed not to want to do it under any circumstances. How is it that this haughty little girl dared to compare herself with her dear and wonderful husband? "I'm sorry, but I don't think this conversation is going to take us anywhere."

"If someone betrays his own family ..." Molly stopped you before you walked out the front door. The others got down the stairs, seeing the scandal formed in the kitchen “The rest of us can't expect too much, can we?

Your eyes blured.

[shysneeze]

missed smiles (draco malfoy x reader)

missed smiles (draco malfoy x fem!reader)

request: could you do a Draco imagine where the reader gets injured somehow (like falls down the stairs) after a fight (angst) and then he gets all protective (fluff)? tysm!

Warnings: kind hints towards depression but it’s minor.  half blood prince level draco angst because I'm in one of those moods mentions of war,  family pressures etc, fighting and injury. 

Authors note: I skimped so hard on the fluff this is basically just angst pls forgive me. 

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The late November snow crunches aggressively underfoot as (Y/N) storms back towards the castle, Draco's footsteps echoing her own not far behind her as he calls after her. She lets out a harsh breath, not daring to look back in case her anger slips into something else and the tightness in her throat gives way to the sob she's been holding back.

"(Y/N), please." He pleads. "Let me explain."

She comes to a stop, breath shaking as it leaves her lips and forming wispy streams of condensation as it meets the cool air. She knows she needs to turn around, but she can't look at him right now, she can't look at him without seeing it again on his arm, the inky mark of the wizarding world's dark past and looming future.

It was revealed after what was a perfect date. She was so happy to see him smiling, that grin that was becoming so rare these days, she was sure it was the start of better things for this school year. Then she saw it, seeping through a wet patch on his shirt when he peeled off his coat to layer on top of her own due to the aftermath of an impromptu snowball fight. Ominous and taunting, the dark mark stared back at her.

Now, she finds herself turning slowly to face him, glad momentarily to find he's covered the incriminating tattoo, that she can't see it directly, with all its cruel implications. However, the knowledge of it has engraved itself in the centre of her thoughts, torturous and vile.

"How do you even begin to explain that, Draco?" She demands through gritted teeth. "How?"

He gulps under her harsh look despite knowing it's a quickly crumbling façade, watching her bottom lip tremble and her eyes well with reluctant tears. Words tumble out so quickly he's not even sure they make sense, a panicked onslaught of barely coherent apologies as he steps closer.

"No, Draco." She whimpers, stepping back. "No."

Her eyes clench shut and forces the escape of reluctant tears that she lifts her shaking hand to hide. The logical bit of her, the bit that tells her he doesn't want this, that knows him well enough to know his hand must have been forced in the matter, is hidden behind the bitterly betrayed part of her conscience.

"I can't do this right now." She exhales shakily.

His jaw slackens in defeat, explanations left hanging on the tip of his tongue while he watches her leave, ascending the steps to the castle. The weight of it all settles once again on his chest as it has all year, heavy on his lungs until he's forced to breathe manually under the pressure. He watches her go, convinced that's it, that his one perfect thing is gone for good.

His eyes cast downwards with shame and he's about to turn to walk away himself, to find somewhere to think everything through when he hears her yelp. He's too late in turning to help, instead staring wide-eyed and her crumbled figure at the bottom of the icy steps.

"(Y/N)!"

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(Y/N) groans softly as she struggles to open her eyes, frown fixing itself on her face at the her unfamiliar surroundings. She doesn't register herself as being in the hospital wing until she hears the gentle tut of Madam Pomfrey from the foot of her bed.

"Miss (Y/L/N)." She greets. "Finally awake I see."

"Finally?"

Her voice is hoarse and quiet, forcing her to wonder just how long she's been out for. Madam Pomfrey gives her an understanding look and gives her a sympathetic smile. The older woman steps around her bed to (Y/N)'s side and gently pushes her into an upright position in order to manoeuvre the pillows in her aid.

"You had quite a tumble down the stairs, my dear." She informs. "Quite the concussion I'm afraid, so don't worry if it takes a moment to remember- I'm sure Mr Malfoy will be able to help once he wakes up too."

The nurse gesture with a slight smirk towards the head of blonde hair resting face down on the edge of the mattress, just by (Y/N)'s legs. The sight of him is enough to have the memories flooding back, heart aching at the memory.

"I'll be back to check on you in a few." Madam Pomfrey informs.

"Thanks." (Y/N) gulps.

Once the older woman is gone, footsteps placing her well in the distance, (Y/N) turns back to the sleeping boy by her side. He looks small here, curled by her side, so sweet it's hard to believe what he's hiding underneath his cool façade and long sleeves. She finds herself reaching a hand out tiredly for his hair, curling her fingers in it gently and watching him stir.

He wakes as groggily as she did, with the same confused frown. Then, eyes meeting hers, they widen and a sigh of sheer relief escapes his lips. He looks exhausted, with ashy grey circles hanging under his eyes, although she's sure they've been like that for months now.

"Thank goodness you're awake, (Y/N)." He exhales. "God, I was so worried."

"How long?"

"About a day." He informs. "You hit you're head really hard-"

"Not that." She corrects in a whisper. "How long have you had t-the mark?"

The light brought to his face from her recovery dies at the question, eyes dropping instantly. She almost feels bad, but she needs to know, she needs to understand this all before she can allow herself to look at him the same.

"The summer." He admits. "Just before the start of term."

She inhales loudly, sharply as she take it in. She pulls her hand back from where he'd clutched it in relief when he first woke. The betrayal bites bitterly at her heart and tugs her brows into a disbelieving frown.

"I know." He whispers.  

She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs aloud, causing him to shift guiltily. The logical part of her is back, reminding her that she knows him, knows this is not something he would do if given the option not to.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Her words throw him off and he stares at her in disbelief. Where he expects the furrowed brows of an angry glare, he finds her expression full of concern. His confusion over her reaction manifest itself as a frown.

"I'm a- a deatheater, (Y/N)."

His voice is hushed, cautious of the fact only the thin layer of the curtain around her bed shields them from the rest of the hospital wing, from listening ears. She lets out a sigh, clenching her eyes shut and shaking her head in response.

"No you're not." She sighs, an almost desperate edge to her voice, as if she's trying to convince herself. "You're not, Draco."

"I took the mark, (Y/N)." He corrects. "I'm sorry."

"There's no way you wanted this." She argues. "This has your father written all over it. I know this isn't you-"

"How do you always do that?"

She can see him trying to keep himself together, fists clenched so tightly they shake and his eyes brimming with tears he's begging to stay put. He lets out a sharp sigh, turning away from her to hide how his mask is crumbling, how he's so quickly beginning to come undone.

"What?"

"What do you see that no one else does?"

His voice cracks. Red rimmed eyes meet (Y/N)'s, so full of raw emotion that she finds herself letting out the smallest of sniffles as her fingers reach out for his closed fists, loosening them enough to grasp his hand in hers.

"I see my boyfriend frowning more than he smiles." She begins, voice trembling. "I see him losing all motivation for his hobbies, I see him sneaking off when he thinks I'm not looking and telling me he's fine when he's not."

She squeezes his hand, begging him to understand, to understand that she's worried, she so worried for him that it hurts. She worried when his smile didn't meet his eyes on the train, and when he asked to stay curled together in his dorm room the day of the first Hogsmeade trip when they would usually go to Honeydukes together. She’s worried all year.

"I was so relieved yesterday to see you smile." She continues. "I miss your smiles so much, Draco."

He lets out an inaudible apology, fixing his tear filled eyes on their joined hands, gasping under the pressure to keep himself together. It's like she's pulled out the last thread, the one that was keeping him in one piece and as if any sudden movement will rip him apart now.

"I know you're a good person." She concludes. "I know you don't want this."

"I don't." He admits through a raspy, quiet sob. "I don't want this but I had to- I had to for my family."

"Your dad?" She asks sadly.

"Father made a mistake, but it's H-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named who chose me, to amend my family's names in his eyes." He shakes his head. "It was the only decision that could be made."

"Draco..."

"You know what he did to Cedric Diggory." He explains. "I have to do this to keep us safe."

"You're just a kid, Draco." (Y/N) whimpers. "We're just kid and this isn't supposed to be our battle... I'm so sorry that it's ended up yours"

"Don't apologise to me." He pleads. "Don't., (Y/N)"

"Someone needs to, Draco." She argue. "This isn't fair on you."

Her voice finally cracks and tears rolls down her cheeks. She sighs in frustration when he looks up in concern. She's supposed to the pillar of support right now, hospital bed or not. The tears plough downward regardless though.

"Don't upset yourself." He begs.

"I'm angry, Draco!" She exclaims. "No at you- at this whole thing."

"(Y/N) please, you shouldn't stress yourself after the fall." He gulps. "You'll still have a concussion."

She's almost forgotten where they are, and why they're here in the first place. She lifts her free hand to the newly thumping pain in her head and grimaces. He shuffles closer, lifting a hand to tilt her head for inspection when she swats it away.

"No, I'm the patient so you have to listen to me."

She gives him a stubborn frown that has him sinking back like a scolded child to listen to her. She extends her bandaged arm out and pokes a finger against his chest sternly, his eyes widening at the serious look in her watery eyes.

"We're going to fix this." She states firmly. "We're going to fix this together and you and your family are going to be safe again."

"H-how?"

"I don't know but we will."

She drops her hand to find his once again, squeezing his fingers with a sigh. He stares at her in silence for so long she's worried he's angry, but then his lips twitch into the slightest of smiles and a breathless chuckles falls from his lips.

"Thought I was supposed to be looking after you." He explains softly.

"I only fell, Draco." She assures. "I'm fine."

"(Y/N), you have no idea how terrifying it was so see you on the ground like that." He shakes his head. "Not moving, not waking up, and all I could think was I drove you away and you hurt yourself."

"Draco..." She sighs. "I was surprised, I didn't know what to do when I saw that thing on your arm and  ran when I shouldn't have."

"This isn't your fault."

"It isn't yours either."

He lets out another laugh behind a poorly disguised sob, shaking his head again in surprise, perplexed again by her reactions. Always seeing the good in him, even when everyone is convinced it's not, when he himself has lost hold of it.

"I love you." He exhales.

"I love you too." She smiles sadly. "We're going to work this out, I promise."

He lift's the linked hands to his lips and kisses her knuckles gently. He believes her, something in his heart clinging to the assurance in her voice and the hope in her eyes. She's pulled that last thread, allowed him to fall apart at the seams in order to sew him back together again, gently and patiently, starting with the first stitch.

"I'm going to see that smile again."

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Authors notes: like to think madam pomfrey is just sat outside the curtains like  👁👄👁 

[degenerate-otaku]

Hey guys! Here's an emotionally charged one shot I wrote last night randomly!

Please enjoy ♡

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Dear Gohan,

I'm writing this because I have to stop texting you. I have to stop. You won't reply. You can't text me from beyond the grave...but maybe you can read this.

Do you remember our first camping trip?

How old was I then? 8 or 9?

At first I was so excited to be out there, away from the city. My jaw fell to the floor as I saw a new world, like the ones in my books, untouched by the androids.

We talked by the river at sunset. You told me about your father and I can still remember that smile you had, forcing back tears. You changed the subject when you turned your head to look around and said we should go to sleep, but it wasn't that dark yet.

Remember when I was terrified of that snake in the bushes too? And when I went to sleep that day, I clinged tight as I could to you, scared of the noises of the various animals and insects near us?

You made me feel less frightened by talking to me and I got used to the noise.

When I woke up that morning, you were already awake, meditating by the river. I thought you hadn't noticed me there looking at you. I didn't understand what you were doing, and like the stupid kid I was, and still am sometimes, I tried to throw a rock at you, but your ki made it crumble.

I thought you'd be mad and I said sorry, but you still smiled. Then I asked what you were doing and if I could do it too.

Meditation is hard, I learned. Still is.

You made it look effortless.

When I meditate now, it usually fails.

I can't get it out of my head.

You and mom were probably the same.

Remembering everyone who died in such a way.

You know, its been 3 months, 23 days and 2 hours since you died.

Why do I feel nostalgic for times that weren't even so long ago?

Do you remember that morning?

My life changed forever and yours ended.

I'm not sure who has it worse.

We ate pancakes. My mother made them.

You talked about how your grandpa was and your mom too.

I hate that we didn't know what would happen later on.

I hate that we went out.

I hate that I never told you I loved you that day.

Are you filled with regret? Do you wish you hadn't knocked me out?

Would you still be here?

Would I be here?

I'm sorry. I keep asking like I'll get a response.

There's still that childish, stupid side of me that has hope you will reply to me. And I know I should always have hope because you taught me to, but I'm just so cynical these days.

This is good though. I'm getting these feelings out. I have to do it now. I'm deleting your number after I send this.

I have to let go.

It's for the best.

I still want to look back on our messages and stuff though, I don't care if it hurts.

But then am I really letting go?

I want to remember you the way you were before I found you dead.

I want to remember that warm smile and soft eyes. I wanna remember all the hugs you gave me, almost crushing me in those strong arms. I want the pats on my head and the "You know I really love you" and the times you'd sneakily lift me up from behind to tease me embedded into my memory. I want to remember you stifling your laughter when I'd do something embarrassing. I want to remember how you read to me, so quiet, yet so powerful, with a silly or serious voice to fit every character and how you'd lean over my desk when I'd ask for help in my school work. I don't want to ever forget the moments you were tough on me in training, in teaching me a lesson when I did something bad, nor when you were gentle with me and patient, running your fingers through my hair and pulling me close as I hid under the covers because I was scared from the sound of the thunder from outside.

And I so desperately want to forget the you I was faced with that day.

I was so light-headed I was sick, still coming down from my Super-Saiyan high.

Remember I made you sick from my cooking? It was awful, but you ate it anyway to spare my feelings. You weren't mad when it gave you food poisoning.

You were a far better cook than me.

I loved going to the orchard to pick apples with you. Next year, I'm going to make some pies in your honour, and hope that they are 10% as good as the ones you could make. I'll give one to your mother, but I'm somewhat reluctant because I don't want to

a) upset her by reminding her of you

Or

b) have to face her criticism on my atrocious cooking.

Hey, remember Videl?

I finally figured out why you wanted to hang with her so much.

You loved her.

She came to the funeral. I think she loved you too.

I'm sorry for being jealous of her. I didn't understand back then, I just thought she was trying to take my spot as your best friend.

Would you have married her?

I think so. I remember once, you told me you wanted a daughter. You wanted to name her Pan after the Princess in our favourite book. Your mother nagged you so much to get married and start a normal family, but I guess she forgot that we no longer live in a normal world.

I know you always wanted to be a scholar. It isn't your fault you got dragged into all this, but in some ways it was useful. Your sacrifice saved so many, including me, so never feel like it was all for nothing.

Am I angry you left? Yes. As much as I love you endlessly, there's still that little resentful part of me that longs for you to be with me so I wouldn't be left alone to feel the way I do.

You left me to hurt. My limbs are proof of that, as well as my eyes.

Yet, you left me with a gift too.

Not just Super Saiyan, but also to understand loss and what I'm fighting to protect.

I won't ever forget that.

In my dreams, I always try to save you and it never works.

I have these relentless nightmares of that day. Distortions of the real event, but close enough to hurt.

The closest thing I have to really saving you is to save the ordinary people that need my help against the androids.

I'll avenge you. I promise it. I'll bring peace, even if it takes my dying breath like it did to you.

Did dying hurt at all? I've been close...but, you looked somewhat at peace. Maybe it was just my imagination.

Yes, it must have been, they were brutal and you deserved none of it. I'm sorry you had to suffer. I'm also sorry for all the shit you had to put up with in your life, including me. Oh, and sorry for swearing.

If you really are reading this from beyond, I'm sorry for being awkward and writing all this out, I don't know why I'm crying either.

How do I even end something like this?

I'm not even talking to you, technically, so does it matter?

No, no, this is my last goodbye.

I know I said it was my last goodbye at the funeral, but it just couldn't be.

I doubt this will be my last either.

At some point I'll think about you again.

As if I'm not always thinking about you.

It's like...I could be doing anything and then it takes something small and I'm just there again, standing right over your corpse in the pouring rain and I feel dizzy and my heart goes at a million miles a minute.

I wish it would just stop.

Honestly, the sound of loud rain is enough for my anxiety to be triggered.

Ugh, here I am, going on about these things, I'm not even making any sense!

Look, all I wanna say is...

I love you so much, bro, really I do, Gohan.

There is nothing more I want right now than to hug you again and tell you that personally.

But I can't.

But just know that in this world or the next, I'm always gonna be grateful for having you as my master, big brother and best friend.

With love and hope,

Your little bro forever,

Trunks Briefs

[giorno-plays-piano]

Cry Little Sister Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, non-consensual drug use, sex pollen, non-con, both reader and Peter are adults, kinda slight incestuous undertones (the characters aren’t related, though).

Words: 2805.

Summary: Your adopted older brother is not as nice as he seems, but no one is willing to believe you.

Part 1

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"No, Peter... s-stop." You moaned, half-asleep still as you felt somebody snuggling closer to you from behind. "Go away... No."

The boy beside you only hummed contentedly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck and clinging to you. God, how did he sneak into your room? You not only locked it, but also moved your wardrobe to block the door. Even if Peter could somehow force the lock, how did he move back the wardrobe without waking you up? It was impossible.

Yet here you were, laying on the bed with your older adopted brother holding you like a big toy. Although you knew it was wrong and you had to push him away, strangely, you felt too groggy to move as if you simply couldn't fully wake up. What the hell was happening?

"You feel so soft." Peter's voice sounded gentle when he caressed your belly through the fabric of your pyjamas, trailing little kisses down your neck. "I want to sleep with you like that every night."

You groaned in response, trying to move his hand but failing miserably. "Ohh, fuck off, Peter. You're my brother."

"Yeah, and you should let your older brother do as he pleases." The soft murmur made you suddenly moan while the boy started slowly massaging your breasts, pressing his thumbs to your nipples and drawing a loud sigh from you. "Yes, like that. I'm gonna make you feel real good, baby girl."

You opened your eyes and moved away a little from him as you felt Peter letting go of you, but he just crawled down, separating your legs and getting in between, pressing his nose to your crotch covered by your pyjama pants. His warm breath made you squirm, but his hands on your thighs held you in place, making it impossible for you to escape. What was he doing? Before you had a chance to ask him, Peter pressed a kiss to your mound and rubbed his face against it. Was he moaning?

You reached out to his head and attempted to push him away, but it felt like you had no strength left in your body. For some reason, waking up this morning seemed almost impossible.

Peter had already tugged the elastic of your pants down, licking his lips at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him and leaning closer to have a lick. You mewled at the pleasant feeling of his wet tongue on your skin. Shit, it was so good.

Gently sucking your clit and touching it with his teeth just a bit to make you shiver, Peter used his fingers to caress your folds as you quickly grew wet, your breath becoming ragged. What would your parents say if they saw you two like that?

"Peter, please, stop." You whispered to him, pleading the boy to stop. "I'll... I'll tell dad."

For a second he detouched himself from your pussy, licking his lips and letting out a chuckle. "I bet he's gonna be happy you finally have a decent boyfriend."

You clenched your teeth as Peter returned to eating you out. Shit, it was so good. He was so good, licking you, sucking, kissing, making you go crazy with his tongue dancing in between your lower lips and then sticking it inside your core while you grasped your pillow in your hands, moaning like a fucking slut beneath Peter, your lovely older brother who kept stalking you even when you moved out from your parents' house and went studying in college. Oh no, no, it shouldn't feel so good, it shouldn't f-feel...

"Aaaahh!" You let out a high-pitched whimper, feeling you were getting close and bucking your hips. Suddenly, Peter stopped, flashing you a grin after he kissed your clit. "No, please!"

"You want to cum, sweetheart?" He cooed lovingly, rubbing circles on your mound while you tried riding his hand to finally reach your orgasm. "I'm so sorry, but you have to say you love your dear brother if you want to cum. Will you say that, dear?"

"N-no, I can't." You shook your head, keeping your eyes close and whining as the boy withdrew his hand completely. "No, Peter, please, I need to cum, I need to!"

"I know, sweetheart. You gotta say how much you love me and I'll make you cum." His taunting whisper was making you even more wet. "Want to cum on my tongue, dear? Want me to lick your pussy clean, huh?"

You bit your tongue, hoping the pain would make pleasure fade away, but the boy only smiled and kept teasing your clit with his fingers, watching you shake your hips again when you tried to make him speed up. Nevertheless, he refused letting you come before you said the right words, and with that delicious pressure building up so fast he made you go insane.

Next minute you couldn't take it anymore, pressing his head to your crotch and whining, "I love you, Peter! I love you so, so much!"

His devilish green made you want to straddle his face as the boy snuggled closer to you, his two fingers getting inside your aching core while he sucked on your clit, speeding up more and more while you moaned on the top of your voice. It was so good, so tender and sweet as Peter kept eating you out while his other hand was on your thigh. Your legs felt numb, and suddenly the tension inside of you broke as you cummed, screaming his name and grasping his dark disheveled hair.

You cried out your bliss when Peter kept drinking you juices gushing down your thighs, pinning you to bed. He licked you clean, smiling and kissing your lower belly as you were slowly coming down from your high, staring at the white ceiling above you. Oh shit. You let him eat you out, and you weren't even sure you didn't want it.

"You could ride my face every morning if you wanted to." Peter murmured to you, getting up and clinging to you. His kiss felt warm, and you could feel your own taste on his tongue. "I love eating out my little sister's pussy."

"Peter, you're gross." You grunted, closing your eyes and pressing your head to his chest. "Stop saying that like we're related."

"Isn't it more fun that way?"

You sighed, feeling the boy dropping a kiss to your forehead. Everything was odd, starting from the way you woke up and finishing with that weakness you still felt, unable to move. That bastard did something to you, right? Oh God, having him visit you was a really bad idea, and you cursed youself for believing Peter's words he would do no harm to you.

Well, technically, he didn't.

"Do you wanna fuck?" He murmured, rubbing himself against your lower belly and kissing the top of your head. You looked at his slightly pink face, knowing you don't have enough strength to push him away. "Come on, sweetheart, I wanna have some more."

"You're out of your mind." You answered and felt so damn good when the boy kept rubbing his cock against your swollen clit.

"I'll fuck the shit out of you sooner or later anyway." He chuckled darkly all of a sudden, his lips on yours before you could protest. He loved seeing you like that, a boneless mess beneath him, warm and unable to fight him. Cuddling with you like that before having sex was the best thing he could ever have, he thought, clamping your ass with his hand and deepening the kiss.

Shit, were you growing wet again? You had just cum.

"Wait, wait, Peter." You inhaled loudly when he let go of you. "Why are you doing all this? We've agreed if I play your little sister, you'll be good to me."

"That was when you were in school."

The thick, already leaking with precum tip of his cock was slowly entering your throbbing pussy as you whined, Peter's arms preventing you from moving away again. Shit, he was serious. He was going to fuck you.

It was easier to take him after such an intense orgasm, but still a bit painful, and the boy stilled, letting you get accustomed to his length while he was kissing you feverishly. A coil was tightening in your belly again, your body growing hot. Damn, you adopted brother was having his way with you, and you just layed there, moaning and unable to move. Why did it feel good? Why did your body welcome him?

"You're such a good girl." He cooed, and you tightened around Peter, drawing a quiet moan from him. "See? There's nothing scary. When I make love to you it feels so nice, right?"

You groaned at him, irritated, but bit your lips when he moved inside you, forcing you to clench the bed sheets. He was right, it felt so good to have him inside, rubbing the sensitive walls of your pussy as Peter pounded into you, watching your expression change. It was making you even weaker, forcing you to feel yourself so small and helpless with him on top of you, his gaze dark and receptive. It was making you feel like all you wanted was to be taken care of, stop protesting, and relax while Peter was making love to you, looking at you so possessively and lovingly at the same time. God, what was this boy doing to you? Why did it feel so good?

"Tell me you love me." He suddenly asked, pressing himself closer to you and kissing your face. "Please."

He sounded so needy, biting his lips as he stared down at you. For a second you felt pity for him, snuggling closer to you and asking you to give him at least a little love. Sighing, you twined your arms around his neck and reached out to him, pecking his lips. The boy stilled on top of you.

"I love you, Peter." You said quietly, looking into his deep dark eyes, still refusing to believe you were going to say it. "You scare me, but I think I do."

For a minute you just stayed like that, staring at each other's faces and feeling your warm bodies touching. With his arms on your pillow, Peter wasn't forcing you to stay beneath him anymore, yet you didn't move, watching him, your gaze hazy. When you blinked, you suddenly saw his eyes watering and realized Peter was crying.

What?

He turned his head away immediately, but it was too late as you furrowed your brows at him, laying your hands on the sides of his face. Why was he crying? In the middle of having sex? Was it one more of his tricks to make you pity him or something?

"Peter, look at me." You demanded as you turned his face to you, watching his eyes getting red as tears were streaming down his face. He didn't say a word to you, but you thought he looked... ashamed. Unwilling to show you this side of him. Confused, you gently wiped his cheek with your fingers, unsure of what to say.

As he couldn't bear looking at you, the boy clinged to you, hiding his face in your pillow and slowly starting to move despite still crying a little, and you squirmed beneath him. You couldn't stop him - not that you wanted to do it at this point - but wrapped him in your arms, trying to give him some comfort. Did you do something wrong? You had never seen his eyes wet before except that time when your father accidentally stepped hard on his foot.

"Shhh." You cooed softly at him as Peter slowed down his pace a bit. Caressing his hair as if he were a little boy, you kissed his cheek and heard him sob. Oh dear, he was really crying. "It's okay, Peter. I don't like things you're doing, but you're my family. You will always be."

"Don't you like it?" He whispered as he thrusted partically hard, and you mewled, biting your lower lip. "Like that?"

Moaning, you closed your eyes as he sped up again, kissing your face with his swollen lips, his balls slapping against your pussy with a lewd sound. You didn't know what he had given you last evening, but this thing made you so much more sensitive you couldn't stop mewling, melting from his touch, wanting Peter to do it more, your head still clouded.

"Peter, ahh!" He was becoming more and more relentless, kissing you, hiding his tears. "P-peter, I like it... I like it so much... but it's not right." His tongue tentatively danced with yours as he deepened the kiss to keep you quiet.

When you orgasmed again, the boy kept thrusting down as he chased his own release, growling lowly at the feeling of your sweet pussy tightening around him. Soon he finished too, freezing on the spot as you milked him dry, squeezing your eyes shut and breathing heavily. Despite your worry that he finished inside, he coated your thighs with his hot sticky seed and groaned, finally falling down on your bed.

You spent a few minutes in complete silence, listening to each other's heartbeat slowing returning to normal.

"I thought you didn't care." You whispered to him when Peter cuddled with you again, his hands caressing your back. Your gaze travelled down your body as you looked at his cum glistening on your skin.

"Of course I do." He said, averting his eyes. "I know what you think of me, but I do care about you."

There was desperation to his voice as the boy hid his face, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. You thought he was hugging you like a kid. God, were you seriously warming up to him? Peter was still creepy as hell, and you were pitying him now.

You sighed, burying your fingers in his soft hair and closing your eyes. You had no strength left to try proving something to him - or yourself. You would think about it later, you decided. Now you only wanted to rest.

In a minute or two Peter had finally let go of you, and you felt cold without him by your side as you shivered, covering yourself with a blanket. The boy smiled at you, taking a pack of napkins from your table and snatching a pair. Then he returned to you and carefully put a blanket aside, gently wiping his seed from your thighs. You didn't expect any aftercare, but, apparently, Peter could be way more considerate than he seemed.

"What are you going to do after?" You asked, eyeing him with curiosity.

"Mm? I'm going to return to bed and sleep with you for a couple of hours." He smiled, and you rolled your eyes.

"I mean what are you going to do after that? Do you think you could keep this a secret from mom and dad?"

His smile became even wider, and the boy chuckled, leaning closer to kiss your belly.

"Not sure about dad, but I think mom knows about you and me. Like, she knew from the start." You really wanted to smack his head to wipe that stupid smirk from his face, but his gentle kisses made you too comfortable to react like that, and you simply gave him a pat behind the ear.

"I'm not buying it, Peter. She would never let you do this to me."

"Well, maybe she doesn't know about this yet. But she had definitely accepted what we feel for each other."

"Peter, you're mad. You're my older brother."

"Adopted older brother, that is. Biologically speaking, we're doing nothing wrong."

As he grinned at you, throwing used napkins into a bin and getting back to bed, you just sighed loudly. He was damn impossible.

However, it felt so good when he leaned to you again, covering both of you with a blanket and murmuring something quietly in your ear while you relaxed against him. His warm little touches here and there were pleasant, and you involuntarily pressed your lips to Peter's temple, making him grin.

"You do realize once I return to normal I'll try to kill you for all this?" You asked tiredly and yawned, getting yourself comfortable on the bed. "What did you give me?"

"Don't worry, it was perfectly organic!" The boy hurried to explain and you shushed him, asking him to be quiet as you were slowly drifting off to sleep. "The effects will wash off soon, so you'll have a chance to murder me in cold blood when you wake up."

His gentle laugh was the last thing you heard before you finally fell asleep, your head on Peter's chest as he caressed your hair lovingly.

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Someone Saved My Life

(Jack x Rin Davies, Pt 1)

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: nothing just intimacy, implied sex and a bit of angst thrown in for funsies

A/N: Jack takes Rin to the Yorkshire Moors for their first holiday together. After all they've been through together, they could use the time away. And yet their first night ends with the arrival of an unwanted guest. ((Totally didn't plan on writing anything let alone another story for the two of them. Was going to try to work on an Ivan story, but I tossed around this idea for months now, and it just felt right? Self indulgence is my new name when it comes to writing!))

Things weren't always perfect between Jack and Rin. Jack had days where he slipped back into isolation. The sadness would swell and he wouldn't sleep. Rin knew those were the times he was surrounded. Overwhelmed. And while he mostly ignored the dead, she could feel when they simply refused to ignore him.

They would come in droves and scatter about any room Jack was in. Crammed together like sardines in a can all shouting for messages to be passed to the living. Sometimes Rin would give him a wide berth, the death and decay crawled along her own skin. She would dress with every inch of her skin covered and attempt to sleep alone while Jack banished himself to the sofa. Those nights resulted in him exploding with anger and shouts of desperation to be left alone.

The guilt would wash over Rin. They're a couple, she would remember. Partners. Not just lovers and friends. You take the worst of one another as your own, and she could ACTUALLY do that for Jack. Letting him be was not a choice anymore, no matter what he believed.

Rin would go and gently talk Jack down into her lap. His thick mass of waves and curls against her bare thighs would be sweaty. He would curl on his side with a hand under legs instead of his cheek. His other by his mouth so he could anxiously chew on the already devastated thumb nail. She knew his eyes would be jammed shut.

Rin would brush the curls off Jack’s forehead with fingertips. Fingers that traced delicate and light patterns over his temples and cheeks where they wiped away tears as she hummed. Her thumb soft along his lips before they ran back up where she would press her index, middle, and ring finger into his temple. Then she would sing and fill his head with warmth and love to bring the light instead of death.

“Someone saved my life tonight..” And Rin would look up and around at them all. Her voice came out soft and full of affection. She would narrow her eyes in their direction. Silently chastising them all the while comforting Jack.

His body relaxed as she continued, “You almost had your hooks in me. Didn't you dear. You nearly had me roped and tied. Altar bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom, whispered in my ear. You're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly. Fly away..” Her hand would sweep in a wild gesture along the lot of them. He would be asleep, and she would be alone with the shock of the departed that they had another to see them.

As long as Rin connected with Jack he wasn't alone in his ability. They discovered that with Finch. Jack was the conjurer; Rin the conduit. A hundred years ago they would have been rich in the spiritualism movement. Now they were labeled mental and mad and stuffed full of chemicals, their gifts silenced.

Never again for either of them, Rin would hold back the dead so her love could sleep and get peace. When she interfered the protection emanated from her. They would stop shouting, stop begging, just.. stop. Rin would flick her hand like she was casting a powerful spell, her eyes set in determination. Then they would be gone.

Then there were times like this. When Jack closed up his shop with a sign that said “I'm on Holidays. Dunno when, I'm almost thirty and this is my first one.” He put himself and Rin on a train up to Yorkshire where they hailed a cab to what was theirs for the next month.

Rin gazed in delight at the two story stone cottage. It was covered in ivy and moss with a carved stone fence and a picket gate. There was a little English rose garden off to the side of the house, and wildflowers simply everywhere else. In the hills beyond stood grazing cattle and a pond. Behind the hills of Yorkshire.

“Oh, Jack,” it was just a breath that managed to escape her.

“D’you reckon it's alright?” he scratched his shaggy head. There was worry in his green eyes as he glanced towards his partner for approval.

Rin’s eyes met Jack’s, and she slipped her ungloved hand inside of his. Their palms together, she squeezed. “This is stunning,” she hoped to reassure him. Her gratitude and pleasure flowed from her body to his through her touch.

Jack had just bent to kiss Rin when someone interrupted them and cleared their throat. A feminine voice shouted, “Yoo hoo! Hello!”

The couple turned to see a stout, round faced cheerful old woman in the garden. She wore a wide brim straw hat, an old dress and an apron. Rin was reminded of a human Mrs. Potts as the elder smiled wide.

“Aren't you a delight!” she beamed. Making her way to the gate she stopped. “I'm Mrs. Barrow. My husband, Henry is round back in the barn. Oh it's been AGES since we've had newlyweds.”

Jack's cheeks pinked, but Rin giggled. “No. We're not married.”

“Oh, sinful little doves.” The old woman winked. “By the looks of him, I can see why.” She fanned herself dramatically and Jack now turned red. He scratched at his head even harder whilst his eyebrows disappeared in his hair.

“This is Jack, and I'm Wren. But you can call me Rin! Are you the caretakers? Is this your house? We're on our first holiday together.” The words tumbled out of the young woman before she could stop herself.

“Oh no, little Wren. Henry and I..” Rin had let go of Jack's hand to shake Mrs. Barrow’s. The moment she let go, the old woman disappeared. Rin gasped and turned to her boyfriend.

“She was telling us she and her husband did live here. Died from the Spanish flu a hundred years ago.” Jack gave a little shrug, but a tiny grin had crept into the corners of his mouth. “They love it here so much, neither moved on.”

Rin reached for him, and his hand covered hers. The old woman reappeared. “Sorry, Missus. I didn't know?”

She laughed heartily in response, “Sometimes Henry and I forget we're dead. Never had someone who could see us before. Let alone a couple. The moors are full of ghosts, mostly long gone. None of us here for a bother, especially since your beau here looks exhausted. Just popped in for a bit of cheek and a greeting. If you need us, give a shout ok?” Then she was gone.

“Why can't they all be like that?!” Jack almost shouted his question.

“Maybe we should move up here where they've had time to get used to it? The ones in Manchester are all.. fresh and selfish and confused.”

Rin pulled Jack towards her for a kiss. His tongue teased her for the briefest moment before he picked her up and carried her in his arms towards the cottage.

“What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“Dunno. Little biddie thought we’re married,” he leaned in to kiss her a few more times. He waggled his eyebrows, “Might as well act like it.”

“Jack, we just got here!”

“I've been ready since we woke up. We’ll have a shag then go out to the pub for a few pints and some fish n chips.”

“Romantic,” Rin rolled her eyes as Jack opened the door around her.

“Oh, you love me!” Jack set her down in the foyer then playfully slapped his girlfriend on the ass.

Rin jumped and bolted up the stairs before he could catch her. “I do!” she called down to him. “What's that vow? Till death do us part?” She started to strip her clothes off to her bra and panties. Her finger made a come here motion before she disappeared around a corner.

Jack's face fell, but only for the swiftest of moments. “Even then you wouldn't be gone.”

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Rin snuck out of the bed as she so often did after they had sex. Mostly because it was the soundest Jack ever slept with his long limbs stretched out as if she wasn’t there. Or he would envelop her in his arms without a choice. And even though she understood Jack's desire to be with her constantly, sometimes Rin felt smothered.

Now she stood at the foot of the bed to watch Jack's breathing as his sternum rose and fell with a steady rhythm. He laid on his back, arm above his head in a languid position. The sheets barely draped across his hips to reveal the V shape of his pelvis and just a tuft of pubic hair. Rin’s eyes kept going until she felt her heart between her thighs and not in her chest.

“Go take a bath,” her brain scolded her. “Wash off the train and sex before you go out for dinner. You stand here any longer, you'll wake him up by straddling him.”

Rin’s body wavered. I mean, that was an idea. “BATH, ADERYN DAVIES!” At least her inner monologue didn't use her middle name.

Rin closed the door and turned on the hot water. She was lost in thought as it filled. How she and Jack developed a willingness to share their bodies with one another in the light. That she relished how their chests and mouths and skin dissipated into reciprocated emotions. Jack was addicted to it the way she could absorb him and switch places with him. Show him what it was like to be her. Empathy became his heroin.

Rin climbed into the tub and settled against the porcelain. She relaxed her mind and body until only her breasts remained afloat. She never took a bath. Not since her time in hospital when she and Jack met. Where the dead tried to drown them. But she and Jack saved each other.

Maybe because they were nearing the three year anniversary of that awful time, but Rin thought about it more these days. She held her hands above the water and ran her scarred fingers over the further damage she had done to herself. The long jagged line from her wrist to forearm. Usually she wasn't quite THAT bad off when she tried to commit suicide, and even now she couldn't remember what was her trigger that day.

“There's not even a word to describe how bloody melancholy suicides are when they come ‘round,” Jack would say. “Maybe desolate?”

“Did you ever try?”

“Not that I remember. Didn't wanna upset Emma. Always seems so messy. Guess maybe I was doing it slowly though, the way I lived. We're ok now, right?” he would ask and kiss her hand.

“We're diamonds, Jack,” she would respond, "Unbreakable.”

Now Rin knew he was in the doorway. It was hard to sneak up on her if you gave off too much emotion. Currently Jack was as warm and comforting as the water she floated about in.

“You alright?” his sleepy voice carried a trace of concern.

Rin looked up and back at him, her fingers still on her scar. “Yeah! Just thinking about us. This.”

The air shifted. A wicked grin played across Jack's face as he walked around the side of the tub. His naked body in full view. Rin’s face flushed and her heart raced, but she kept her composure on the surface as he stepped in to join her. His hands on her waist drew her into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck as they held onto each other tightly. Jack pressed his lips to Rin’s neck where he kissed a trail down over the curve of her shoulder.

“Jaacckk,” she whinged. “Come on I was sat here having a think, and you’re like a teenage boy with this!” She tried to hide a moan when he bent her back to capture her breast in his mouth. “Bless,” was her response.

“I can't help it!” he teased from between them. “I have so much lost time, and you’re so bloody sexy.”

“Will you put that thing away!” Rin’s voice was louder, but still had laughter in it. “C’mon Jack. This should be sweet and romantic. Somehow you always turn it into a porno.”

“I can't help that my,” Jack pointed his finger towards the water and whistled, “likes you. Loves you? Always wants to be in you.”

“Cock, Jack. It's called a cock. Shouldn't it be used to me by now? It's been almost a year.”

Jack stopped teasing Rin. He looked at her seriously now. Those green eyes seemed to search her soul as they moved back and forth over her face. “One year?”

“Yes.”

“I can't believe I had forgotten you all the time between..” his voice trailed off.

“It's ok,” Rin spoke softly.

Jack turned his bottom lip out, “Now I'm sad. So we should shag in this bathtub, then I won't be!”

Rin groaned for a long time after that. “No!! Sex in hot tubs or bath tubs or pools isnt the best. Water is a shite lubricant, trust.”

Jack pushed her away and feigned disgust. “Have you shagged in them before?”

“Once or twice.”

“With Roland?”

“What?! No! I told you we only had sex once. Then he left LITERALLY the next day. Why are you so weirdly jealous of him? It wasn't my first time. I've been with loads of men.”

Rin sat back again on her side of the tub. She reached for the body wash on a shelf, and started to use it on her arms and chest. Her eyebrow arched as if she was trying to challenge Jack to get angry at her sexual history.

Jack pulled his knees to his chest. “Are you hoping I get pissed that you've had sex with other guys? Of course you have, you're beautiful. Roland is just so.. Roland.”

“Fair play, but he has a gift like we do.”

“Ghosts and music. Worst super powers ever,” he mused.

Rin opened her arms and motioned Jack to settle in between them and her legs. He turned and laid down with his back completely pressed into her. She kissed his cheek then gestured for him to tilt his head back with her finger under his chin. Jack obeyed with his eyes closed.

Rin cupped water in her hand and poured it over his hair. She repeated the process a few times before he sunk down under the water. She marveled at how long his hair was when wet or straightened. At how long his arms and legs and torso were as he held on to her own knees that were drawn up around him. At how far he had come from the man drawn into himself high, on psych meds, with dirty fingernails and rough cheeks. Now he was open and present and relaxed in her arms.

“Birdie,” Jack started calling her that out of a desire to give her some kind of nickname. Love and darling and babe weren't enough.

“Jackie?” only Rin got away with that. She put some shampoo in her hand and lathered them together in front of their bodies before she dove into his hair.

“You're making me sad thinking about how poor I was when we met. You know, passing it from yourself to me without meaning.”

“What?” she was concentrating on massaging Jack's entire head. Her light fingers made circles and gentle scratches. Then they widened and she drew bigger circles. She didn't want to leave out one inch of his scalp.

“You're body, it's pressed to mine? You're passing along your thoughts without noticing because we're relaxed. But also, please keep doing that. Holy shit that feels nice.”

Rin kept on. She alternated from soft to a little harder to as much pressure as Jack allowed. He gripped her calf and ankles now wrapped around his waist. She used her thumbs to stroke his temples and rub across his forehead before going back to knead the rest of his head again.

Her attention back to reality instead of just on making sure Jack was cared for, she realized what had happened. “I'm sorry! Sorry. I can block it if you want?” She separated her body from his and unwound her legs. Jack held on.

“It's fine,” he reassured her. “Just let me mind your body too?”

Rin snickered, “You minded my body for about an hour already.”

Jack gave an annoyed smirk and rolled his eyes. “I mean like this!” he gestured towards her washing his hair.

“You can wash my hair. That would be lovely.”

“Why don't I..” he stroked his chin. Jack's eyes settled on the stuff she had spread out on the sink. “Shave your legs?”

“Blimey,” Rin whispered. “Really?” Her heart took to pounding in her ears. She eased him down into the water to rinse everything from him clean. “Jack that's very..”

“Intimate?” he was already standing to carefully choose what was her razor and shaving cream. He held them in her direction for approval.

“Actually, yes.” Rin nodded, “And yes. This is really different from shaving your face, y’know. I've got to trust you completely because that is a new blade, and I always nick a damn patch of skin.”

Jack sat back down in the water, placed the razor on the edge of the tub and lifted Rin’s ankle. He pinioned her foot to his chest and bit his entire bottom lip. She felt exposed, made vulnerable by this position. He was looking at the half of her naked body just below the water’s surface. The can of gel faltered as he shook it.

“Jack! You're shaving my legs, not my twat. Eyes on what you're doing!” Rin snapped her finger to catch his attention.

“I can do-”

“Keep speaking, and no sex for two days.”

Jack frowned but sprayed the soap on her shin. He spread it around from the ankle up to her knee before trying to go higher. Rin held up her hand, “Only strippers and sex workers shave that high!”

He snorted and continued on the back of her leg and made sure to get the back of her knee. She was especially ticklish there and jerked her body and giggled as a result. They both could be in trouble: Jack with a sharp object; Rin with the ability to kick him in the sternum if he wasn't careful.

“Better luck if you're facing away from me. You have to shave with the blades towards my knee. You best sit back against me like before.”

“Or,” Jack held the razor backwards with the head towards his wrist. His thumb on the grooved grip as he placed it delicately by Rin’s ankle. The handle was awkward in his large fingers as he took it gingerly and with the utmost of care upward. The blade made a path in the cream as he moved it up to her knee.

Rin inhaled as he did the same gesture again. She exhaled when the razor met her kneecap. Steady breathing with each swipe along her leg. The tip of Jack's tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated. He worked and focused and shifted her calf just enough to get the sides and the back. The only sound in the bathroom was the splish of water when he cleaned the blade after each path.

“Oh,” was all that left Rin’s mouth the entire time. Her eyes never left Jack's face while his own refused to break away from her leg.

“You alright?” Jack finally looked up at Rin just as he was getting a start on her other leg.

Rin shook her head with enthusiasm. Now her turn to bite her bottom lip before a giant smile crawled from ear to ear. “I'm grand! I love you.”

And just like he always did when she said that, Jack looked sheepish. Like he still couldn't believe that any.one would love him let alone a whole family of them. Rin. Emma. Billy. Jerry. They all loved him without condition.

“I love you too,” Jack smiled in kind. It reached his eyes in wrinkled skin in the corners of them. He made his way around his girlfriend’s other leg and realized something had grown inside of him. He was starting to care for himself.

So this is it, Jack thought as he finished shaving Rin’s legs, I think I love myself?

Before he could say anything the doorbell rang downstairs and scared the shit out of them both. They scrambled to their feet and started to dry off in a harried way. In the bedroom, they threw on clothes as the bell rang out again with more insistence.

“Can ghosts ring?”

“No! Not usually. BLOODY HELL WE’RE COMING!” Jack shouted as he rushed down the steps. He turned the light on in the foyer and opened the door. Rin couldn't make out anything but Jack’s shocked voice. “What the fuck are you doing here? You're two weeks early, mate.”

“She.. I should've.. Wren.. I lost my..” the words were broken up by Jack's body.

Rin made her way down and peered around Jack's shoulder. A tired, swollen eyed man stood on the front stoop. His hair was a curly mess; his goatee and mustache looked like a positive fright. She could tell he hadn't been sleeping much. It was the first time Rin had seen him alone in the last year. It was the first time Rin had seen him in PERSON in maybe seven in spite of all his promises.

“ROLAND?!”

Both he and Jack turned towards Rin and shouted simultaneously, “Surprise!”

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[fibrowarriorgirl]

Toxic positivity & chronic illness

This post is aimed mainly for the people who aren't chronically ill themselves, but for those who know someone dear to them is chronically ill. Although I think a lot of chronically ill peeps will be able to relate to this post.

"Stay positive." It's something that pretty much everyone hears in their life. In our darkest moments, we will always have someone telling us to be as happy as possible. Remember the last time you were upset, and someone told you something like this. How much did you appreciate this?

Sure, it can definitely help under certain circumstances. Let's say you failed a test at school. Your parents telling you "it's okay, better luck next time!" could actually cheer you up. But what if it wasn't just any test, but an important exam you failed. "Better luck next time!" is a lot less pleasing to hear. You failed your exam, you won't be able to go to your next year, all your friends did pass so you won't be in their class any more, and the next time you do the exam will be over a year from now. The phrase "better luck next time" sounds bitter more than anything. And definitely isn't appreciated.

We as humans often feel inclined to turn anything bad into something positive. It's a natural response. You see someone you love in pain, you want to be able to say something that will make it better. But we have to be realistic, there will be times when someone is in pain (physically, mentally or both), and there is nothing to say to make it better. And you trying to make it better, only makes it worse.

I've only had my fibromyalgia diagnosis for almost a month, but I've had episodic pain for over a year now and constant pain for almost 5 months now. Especially this last month has been rough with toxic positivity.

Receiving the fibromyalgia diagnosis was hard. At the time of being diagnosed, I didn't know too much about it. I had read about a few symptoms, but I honesty didn't think I could have it. So once I did some research, I was devastated with my diagnosis. And something I noticed, is that a lot of people were trying to help me by saying uplifting things.

"But Elke, what's so bad about that?" What bothered me the most, was that I wasn't even diagnosed for a week and people were telling me to cheer up. Telling me it could be worse, telling me what has helped them when they had pain once, it will get better, it will pass. And I always had the same response: "Let me be sad for a while."

I had just heard I had chronic pain. I have a very frustrating diagnosis. Doctors can't tell me what it is in my body that is causing all of my symptoms. There is no medication. I need mobility aids to get around. I will need a very intense form of rehabilitation. So yes, I was pretty depressed for a few days. The last thing I needed, was to hear it could be worse. I was grieving, grieving the life I once lived. I was in denial of the life I was forced to start living.

Maybe you're thinking that even though your positivity isn't welcome, but it can't hurt, right? Unfortunately, you're wrong. Being told that something could be worse, tells me I am bothering you, that my pain isn't severe enough to be upset about. Maybe that isn't your intention at all, but it is somewhat implied. We also internalise this way of thinking. I tell myself "it could be worse" so I can't feel bad. Even though my head can be pounding, my joints burning, with no energy in my body to do even the simplest of tasks, I'm still not allowing myself to feel bad. Because there is someone out there who has it worse.

Not only does this phrase negatively impact me, it impacts my surroundings. Let me take a friend of mine, who I will call Jane Doe for the sake of anonymity. Jane suffers from an undiagnosed eating disorder and body dysmorphia. And a few weeks ago, she told me she felt bad whenever she talked about her struggles with her body to me. "You're actually in constant pain, you have it so much worse." Do you know how heartbreaking it is to hear that? She is struggling with something I know can be so challenging. She is in (mental) pain, but "it could be worse." I am still here for Jane, I don't think of her pain as less or not as important as mine. I don't want her to feel like that.

Of course, there are many things chronically ill people are frequently told that do more damage than good. "I had pain here once, so I did x and y and it went away." We already tried x and y. We tried the whole alphabet. "It will pass." No, it's a chronic illness. It can get better, maybe. I could go on and on.

Discussing toxic positivity is awkward. Because I realise all of these things are said with love, with the intention to help, to put a smile on my face. So I don't want to point out that you're actually hurting me by saying this. I often will just smile and nod through it. And I get it, I really do. I too have done this in the past, I probably still do without even noticing. And I also understand that my loved ones also have to adapt to my new life. You don't get a handbook on how to deal with your chronically ill daughter/partner/friend/etc. So that's why I'm posting this, to educate.

Instagram account @unchartedmalady posted a quote a few days ago that inspired me to write this post. "We don't seek solutions or treatments from friends or family. That is what medical professionals are for. We want support, understanding and empathy." This perfectly describes how I feel about this.

I'm in pain, every day. Some days, I get a lot done. Maybe I'm in a little less pain, but that isn't necessarily the reason. I could be excited to do something, I could have rested a lot the days beforehand, maybe I just somehow woke up with more spoons than usual. There are also days where I am not able to do much. There are even days that I can only get out of bed to use the toilet. Maybe this is a really bad pain, but that also isn't necessarily the reason. I could have received bad news, I have just done something 'big' the days before and need to rest, maybe I just woke up with less spoons.

On my good days, I don't need much support. But on those bad days, I need you. And I don't need you to help me. I need to be able to tell you "today fucking sucks, this is why" and for you to listen. Seeing your loved one is in pain is uncomfortable, you will feel the need to say something positive to cheer them up. This might sound blunt, but learn to deal with that uncomfortable feeling. Some appropriate responses could be:

"Do you know what to do on days like this?"

"Have you been able to discuss this with (medical professional)?"

"I am here for you."

"I'm sorry you're going through this."

"Can I help you with anything?"

Something that I personally think is a great alternative to saying something positive is: "I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better." This acknowledges that you want to say something to help, but that you realise there is nothing you can say to help. And also, be honest if you don't know what to say. "That sounds awful, I genuinely don't know what to say." There is nothing wrong with being honest about that.

And to finish this post off, I am not here raging against everyone who has every said something 'toxically positive.' I am here educating about this. It's okay to make mistakes, especially if you didn't know about this. And maybe you will still make this mistake every now and again, that's okay. As long as you're trying. We're all human, we all make mistakes. If you're ever not completely sure how to handle a situation with your chronically ill loved one, please just ask (respectfully).

(Credit for image goes to uncharted malady on instagram. Click here to visit their profile)

[fanfiction-funtime]

Spritefather and Selene Interaction

A fan drabble for @clouds-rambles, I hope I characterized Selene right

Without much prompting it's a tad hard to write like this, but I hope it works.

Also I hope you don't mind me mentioning Cael amnesia anon.

(Selene was hanging out with Cael when Venti makes trouble, bringing the night to a close)

(Selene pov)

Yet again, I had to drag Cael's boyfriend out of the bar. This time because he thought someone was insulting his father and punched them, but he was just talking about some mythological person called 'Spritefather'.

I haven't thought about that story in a long time, not since I was a kid. Something about him being able to "use all elements" or something and how he "taught Barbados about freedom", maybe I'll ask Lisa about it.

"Excuse me madam, my father needs to speak to that man you're carrying. Please, hand him to me." I heard a voice from behind me say, the accent was a thick Schneznayan one.

I turned around to meet the person, a woman in an outfit that wouldn't look out of place in a family portrait of old Schneznayan nobility, they also held a vision.

A cryo vision.

I three Venti into a hay pile and summoned my spear, "your a pretty bad liar, LA SIGNORA!"

"No wait! You've got it all w-" I jabbed at her with my spear, using conduct to increase it's power, "I said wait!-"

"I don't bargain with people who hurt my friends!" Hehe, that was a cool line, nice one Selene.

"W-WHAT!? HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT I WOULD HURT MY OWN BROTHER!" The woman gasped and pointed behind me.

I looked back and saw an abyss mage sneaking away with Venti.

"HEY! THAT'S MY BROTHER/BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND!"

The mage noticed and bolted away. We chased it all the way to star conch cliff, where it threw Venti over the edge.

"Haha! Do your worst human! I have already completed my mission! Now without your precious archon, mondstadt will-!"

A tornado of water sprouted up from the sea, then froze in place. From the newly formed spiral of ice rose a cloaked man, and around him were 6 wisps of every element but cryo.

The mage turned around, and were it not for the dendro tendril crushing it's windpipe they would have screamed in horror.

"First you threaten to kill my son," the cloaked man stepped off the spire, the air polarizing itself with electro to form a step, "then you kidnap him while my daughter is trying to retrieve him," another step, this time the air simply pushes him up to form a step, "and now you have followed through on that threat. It tried to," the man took one last, powerful step, to which a geo platform met his feet and lifted him to the hanging abyss mage, "how truly foolish must you be."

He man then lit the tendril on fire, burning the mage like a furby in a campfire.

The man lowered himself down, Venti in his arms, and said, "I'm sorry Barbados, I should have gone to get you myself. Viktoria, what happened?"

Then he noticed me.

"EEEEP!" He shouted as he dropped Venti with a thud.

_____________________

(3rd person limited, Spritefather pov)

'Oh celestia, a person! No no, keep it together. You love interacting with humans in a controlled manner. This is just as controlled, just...a suprise.' Spritefather thought.

"By Barbados' hairy nostrils! You're the Spritefather!" The human Selene shouted.

Spritefather straightened himself out and cleared his throat, "y-yes, I am. But I am not 'the' Spritefather, I'm just Spritefather. Saying 'the Spritefather' is like calling you 'the Selene'. But now isn't the time for such trivial bickerings," Spritefather gave a gentlemanly bow, "thank you for attempting to rescue my eldest child, and for taking him home everytime he indulges a bit to much on vices."

Viktoria facepalmed, "dad! They aren't supposed to know that!"

"Well why not? They're friends with him, and best friends with his boyfriend. Which by the way I STILL need to meet-" he noticed Selene was seeming kind if pale, "you ok?"

*thud*

"Oh dear."

_____________________

(3rd person omniscient pov)

(There's no good point to explain this, but they're in a serenitea pot)

Selene woke up in a very confused state, and on a cloaked woman's lap.

"Please do not be alarmed, neither me nor my daughter did anything to you." The woman said.

Selene, in response, punched the woman and scrambled away, "who the abyss are you!?"

"Well I'm not particularly loved by celestia but I'd hardly say I'm abyssal.."

"Father, people here are not as accustomed to the divine as Liyue or Inazuma." The woman from before, who Selene thought was La Signora, said as she approached them with some tea.

"Wait, fa-no, no. Don't do that Selene, it's rude."

The cloaked woman shook her hands to dismiss Selene's concern, "it's fine, however I thank you for your accepting nature. Though it is to be excepted given your personal identity."

"How do you know me?"

"Heh, have you forgotten already? Though I suppose the change in form is not common among you humans. And nonexistent in the way me and the wisps can do."

The woman got up and started twirling, then surrounded themself in elemental power, and when it cleared stood the cloaked man Selene saw in her dream...

*wait*

"That wasn't a dream...holy shit that wasn't a dream! You're the Spritefather-I mean-you're Spritefather! Your real!"

"Indeed I am. I would think everyone in mondstadt believes I'm real, but atleast that leaves less for that misconception."

"What misconception?"

"Ask Barbados, shouldn't be too hard since you two are close."

"Barba-wait Venti is actually Barbados!?

"Oh dear I'm making this worse."

The still unnamed woman sighed and shook her head, "how about we focus on why my dad decided to be a woman? Surely that would be a far more easy thing to understand."

"It's because she likes women, and I don't blame her. World cold and hard, titty warm and soft."

"Dad who taught you that!?"

"You do realize I can hear the lives of all in my home yes?"

"I guess I'm at fault." Selene laughed.

"I will have my revenge upon you for this." The woman responded.

Spritefather chuckled, "oh? And how about you get your revenge over a date. Anastasia."

"F-FATHER!"

"What? She's single, friends to someone who can teach her proper tea ceremonies, and uh....they have....hmmm..." Spritefather was trying to think if what he could say to convince his daughter, "look I just want to see grand kids!"

"FATHER"

"K-KIDS!?"

"Look I'm pushing fifty million! If one of you doesn't get me kids in the next ten million years I'm going to grow grey hair!"

Anastasia starts forming an ice throwing knife, "REBEL'S-"

"Papa, what happen?" Came a childish voice.

Selene gasped, they were looking at probably the cutest thing EVER!

"Oh my ARCHONS! IS THAT A PYROSPRITE!?"

"Yes that's my child Flameo-"

Selene, already having picked up the the baby, "they're so CUTE!"

They hugged the little flame close to their face and nuzzled them, to which Flameo quickly responded to with their own.

"Smell like..." they thought for a moment, "big Bro Bardos!" They flew around Selene excitedly, "friend!"

Spritefather sighed, "Oh dear, now the rest will be coming out. And I just got them to sleep aswell."

It wasn't long before Selene was surrounded by six Sprites.

The Electrosprite landed on her vision and started vibrating happily.

The Geosprite asked, "are you strong!? I think I could be you!"

"Oh I'm sure you could." Selene said to appease the little Sprite as she chuckled chuckled.

The Anemosprite and Pyrosprite flew around her head like children.

The Hydrosprite was inspecting her clothes, "how utterly bourgeois, has my Brother and father been teaching you how to dress? Honestly, the people of mondstadt should learn from the reconnaissance captain of the knights. Now there's a woman who knows how to dress."

"Oh you mean Eula?"

"You know her?"

"Oh yeah, she's invites me to tea every now and then."

"SHE...invites....YOU...out for TEA!?-"

Anastasia puts her hand over the Hydrosprite and tries to hold her back

"Sorry about that," the woman replied, "kids and their crushes."

(Agua, muffled: I'M SIXTEENTH HUNDRED YEARS OLD!)

"Ha-haaa...."

Selene couldn't respond to that as they felt a prick in her spine, causing them to yelp.

A Dendrodsprite slinkied up her back and put it's head on her shoulder, "just sampling...never seen blood like yours...so intertwined with the...divine....yet so distan-"

Spritefather picked up his child, "please forgive Leafy, they're in their...adventurous stage. And their adventure is to learn things. Often things that involve pins and needles."

This was going to be a looong night

_____________________

The next day, Vanessa's tree

Selene yawns and falls on the statue, Venti doing the same. The difference between them is one is hungover and waiting for his boyfriend to take him home after the fifth assassination attempt this week, the other has to deal with the consequences of being loved by children and being there to try and stop the most recent assassination

"Holy shit....this hang over....I thought Decrabain's hailstorms were bad..."

"You shouldn't try watching after Leafy.....but I think half the pains are from Agua's jealousy bites......"

"You think that's bad?.....you should have seen them when they realized Cael and I....were dating....."

"...archons I hope I was never like that as a kid...."

"Oh cherry up you two!" Spritefather said, a bit too loud for the two, "it's a new day and-"

Venti hit his father with a clump of grass using anemo

"YOUNG MAN!-

"Ohheythere'sCaelgottagobye!" The archon said as he ran off.

Spritefather sighed, "he's always like that, running from responsibilities. But he always means up when it counts, so I can only say I'm proud of the man he's become," he thought for a moment, "except for when he turns into a woman for whatever reason, then I'm proud of the woman she's become...you know, after being around single form life for so long stuff like that feels so strange. I mean you humans are born with one form and cant naturally change it. But if you feel it's wrong you'll go through so much trouble just to get close to what us shape changers can get. While to humans it is inspiring purely because of the person's determination to take the form they so deserve, that they were truly meant to have. But for me it's so much more! The human spirit and will is oh so inspiring, but the amount humans go through! So much money, so much time, and in many places simply enduring life! Why even I couldn't get the...uh...transphobia is it?...out of Inazuma!Terribly sorry human language changes so much. Oh and on language! To think that I was there when the first cave man was trying to mimic the grunts of the gods, only to make something so much superior to them to the point that the gods copied THEM! And speaking of copies have you ever heard of the time Dainsleif-" he paused as he saw Selene's bored face, "sorry. One little thing and I start ranting and rave...no, it's info dumping. And I should thank you humans for making that term, and all the other wonder words you've made, and the medical advances. They've helped me understand myself....ah but look at me, rambling on again. You know what? For entertaining my kids the whole night, and listening to an old man's ramblings, I'll give you a boon. Anything you want, if I can get it you shall have it."

Selene thought for a moment. She thought about asking him to bring back her father, but they knew he couldn't raise the dead. She even thought...of her mother, to see her again, but they knew that it wouldn't help. A selfish part of her even wanted someway to reignite her's and Rosaria's relationship, after all that part of her life was, but she knew it would be wrong and that they both agree they just didn't work.

Perhaps just ask for mora? She did need some for a good night's rest, but that felt wasteful. What was one night's rest for what could be a lifetime of amazing power. But maybe it would be wrong to ask for something like power. Ah! She's got it!

"How about a spear? A really powerful one that compliments my powers perfectly! Oh! And make it look really cool!"

Spritefather blinked, then laughed, "well, that's rather simple isn't it? So amazing you humans. You expect them to make something big and/or selfish, like taking control of a country, or killing someone. Yet never once has one of my boons been used for anything bad. Even when they're selfish. Like one time I met a very selfish person who I granted a boon, and all he did with it was ask me to make sure the kids of Inazuma were never hungry. Ah, now that. That was ranting, sorry." Spritefather walked over to the statue's base and knocked three times, "hello Vanessa. It's been a while since I last called you, but I was hoping you could give me a hand? And perhaps a very sturdy branch off your tree?"

"Uhhh-"

A light shown down from the heavens and the ground shook, causing a skeletal hand to rise from the depths.

Selene would have screeched if she weren't so tired, "I'd prefer my weapon to be less...body part-sy."

"Nonsense! Everyone knows that bones make the best weapons! You know why it's called a prototype rancor?! BECAUSE NOONE WANTS TO ACCEPT THAT THE PERFECTED VERSION I, THE INVENTOR, MADE INCLUDES THE SHINBONES OF MITSCHURLS! YOU EVER SEEN A-*ahem*-sorry, rambling."

As he was ranting, a branch handed Spritefather a sturdy branch from the tree.

"Perfect, now a bit of magic and-" the two items blew up in Spritefather's face before reforming into a purple and black spear that ended in a feathery sleeve like pattern that was attached to a sharp blade that looked very much like a hand made into a spear blade. Mainly because it was.

A brilliant light shone down on the Spritefather as he floated up and presented the spear to Selene(mumbled: thanks Venessa)

"SELENE OF MONDSTADT!"

His voice became that of s god's, filled with power and compassion, booming across windrise.

"YOU HAVE SPOKEN YOUR WISH, AND BY MY HONOR AS THE ENTERNAL FATHER, I AM DUTY BOUND TO GRANT IT!"

He leans imup to Selene and whispered to her, "do you like the eternal father moniker? I thought it up myself."

"Oh yeah, 10/10, really keeping with the Inazuman background."

"Thanks."

"TAKE YOUR GRAND BLADE, AND GO FORTH TO CARVE THROWS DESTINY AND TILL YOUR OWN FUTURE!"

Selene took the spear, "uh...thanks?"

"Oh your very welcome. By the way how was that delivery? I've been working on the whole 'I am a powerful being' delivery for a few centuries."

"A bit hard to understand, but overall gets the vibe across. Maybe 8/10? Low seven probably."

"Yeah, I kind of expected that. Wonder how else I could get that effect, you know without the whole can't understand thing."

"Well, I've got teo other immortals to meet. Ones I need to question."

"Ah yes, I'm sure Cael and Barbados have much to answer for to you."

"Yes they do. I don't suppose 'see you around' would be appropriate here?"

"On a sense? It's appropriate. After all I'm your friend now aswell, and I prefer a life without isolation. So...see you round?"

"Sure, see you around."

_____________________

Admittedly didn't know how to end this. I like it but I'm a tad worried I made it to focused on my character and didn't give Selene enough attention.

Regardless I hope you enjoyed it cloud! I really tried to get Selene right. And sorry it took so long, sleep kept getting messed up, and then covid shot+forgetting to hydrate kicked my ass.

(Tagging: @storytravelled, @golden-wingseos, and @clouds-rambles)

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[nowheretobefound101]

I Will Find You

A one-shot story dedicated to humanity who suffers fear and pure sadness because of the unacceptable truth about death.

I know how you admire this place so much. A place where you always pick up your fresh daisies and collect it in your handwoven basket. This flower field of yours is where our story began and I still remember the scent of freshly picked flowers all over your dress and hair, and also, your signature smile that never fails to enlighten my days after it.

Right now, at this moment, you give me this nostalgia just like back in the day I first met you.

I was just roaming around in this unfamiliar place until I got lost in the middle of your flower field. I am just moved in at my grandparents' house at that time, and I decided to sneak out of the house for a while to find out if something is amusing in this place. I continue strolling around until I saw you, gracefully sitting on the ground filled with daisies, sweetly humming a calm melody, and your hair flows smoothly with the air that also gave off its a vivid color like it kisses the sun.

I silently walked towards you and crouched in front of you. As you opened your eyes, I saw a great shocked in your face.

"AHHH!! WHO ARE YOU!? DON'T MAKE A MOVE." You screamed as if I will gonna rob you.

"Ohh, My bad for scaring you, I'm lost." I said.

"Your name's lost? I think your parents' had a bad taste." She giggled as she fixed her dress.

"No, I... I mean, I am literally 'lost',and Jack is my name!" I corrected.

"I'm just kidding! By the way, I'm Elsa. I see that your are the newcomer that your grandma told me for a couple of days ago." She said.

"Okay, so my grandma never runs out of stories to tell huh. But, please, I just want to go home right now 'cuz I just sneaked out in fixing my stuffs."

"So someone's getting trouble later!" She teased.

"C'mon, just help me!" I pleaded.

"Calm down you sneaky ones, I'll help you, okay, but first, help me to pick these daisies for your grandma. And yeah, if you wanted a place for yourself you can just freely visit my flower field."

"Thank you for your warm welcoming, Elsa." I said.

After we picked up those daisies for my grandma, she guided and walked me home. I never imagine that my grandparents are really closed to her. I thought that they'll gonna sermon me, instead, they were both glad and shocked that I already known Elsa.

And also, I found out where my grandma, who is so fond of daisies, came from.

Every afternoon, we are always staying on our spot in your flower field. We eat, laugh, tell some stories, collect some flowers to be sold on the market, music jamming, and even ending up taking a nice nap wherein sometimes, grandma will gonna wake us up if she minded to visit the place.

Days... Months... To years. Two people who begin and meet up as strangers, and now, I can't believe that you are my fiance.

But, Is this a right choice?

I keep regretting myself, every day along with our joys and love, not telling you the real reason why I moved with my grandparents. You only knew that I moved because I don't have parents anymore. I also told my grandparents for a long time ago to keep my secret hidden from the world I know.

I agreed to live for the rest of my years with my grandparents, hide until it ended because of my terrible fate, yet, everything changes until you came into my hopeless life. It is all coincidental and you never failed to enlighten me. Honestly, I failed too many times in love but you are something unique and special that I've never seen to anyone.

You are the only one who enlightened my hopeless heart and soul.

And the day I feared came as I passed out in the middle of the fields while we are happily collecting some daisies. That moment, my sight slowly turns blurry and I can't even feel my body anymore. As I fell through the grounds, I saw the daisies burst out in the mid-air, suddenly, I heard your voice repeatedly calling my name... calling some help, until everything went pitch black.

As I woke up, I feel so weak, I am not even aware of what day it is, and I am just catching up on my breath. I tried to look around and I saw you, sitting beside my bed and sleeping as your head placed to your arms down to my bed, I want to call your name, but, I really can't. Luckily, you noticed me awake as you feel me moved my hands to yours. You quickly stand up and sit in front of me, you planned to call my grandparents but I stopped you because I want to let you know all my regrets before my time ends.

"Elsa, I am begging you, just listen to me."

"What is it Jack, I'm here and I can hear you." I see into your eyes how worried you are and feel it on how you pressed my hands.

"I am sorry if I'd never confessed to you about this unknown disease that makes me weaker every single day. I moved to my grandparents to hide my terrible and undesirable fate to all as I wanted to shut myself out from anyone. Yet, you came into my life. I don't blame it okay, honestly, I am glad that I met you. I know from the start that I can't keep this from you forever but I just don't want to see you and my grandparents burden the pains when I left. I'm so sorry, Elsa. I am really sorry."

"Hush, my darling and just take a deep breath. I knew it already, as I observed how clumsy you are, as to how you see the world around you, as to how those medicines were in your pockets... I knew it already, Jack. When you were carried here by our fellow villagers, your grandparents also talked to me about this and on how you shut yourself so you can't see anyone suffers. Jack, I am also glad that you are the only person who showed me the beauty of falling in love, you also gave colors to my world, and you also enlighten me to appreciate the world. You had done nothing wrong." She confessed.

"If this is the time for you to take your rest... It's okay, Jack. Don't worry too much about us." She added.

"Uhm... Elsa... Ca... Can I ask you something?" I weakly said to her. I am trying my best to catch up on some air as I still can.

"What is it?" She answered.

" I know we can't stop the time, dear. I'm sincerely sorry, but, I... I just wish to see you, smiling in front of me for the last time because this is the only thing, my last memorabilia of you, that I can take for my departure. I... I know it's hard for you to--"

You stopped me as you placed your hands on my cheeks and rubbing my tears that flow in my face. I weakly smiled at you as I felt the your gentle hands for the last time.

"I'll smile for you even you don't request it from me." She answered.

As she smiled, she can't control herself from her overflowing emotions of pain and sadness as I see her cry at the same time.

I see my grandparents for the last time trying to not interrupting us. They are just silently standing, and peeking and listening through a small gap in the door. She didn't notice them as she continuously cries out.

"It's okay to cry, Elsa." I said. I just hope that I can wipe her tears back. "Thank you for making me happy within my limited time. I'm sorry if I need to leave you so suddenly. I love you as I will be waiting for you in our next lives." I smiled, yet, everything surrounds me faded little-by-little.

"I love you 'till we meet again. Sleep now, Jack." And this is the last thing I heard.

Elsa cried so hard after I left and my grandparents open the door and approach her. Then, the room is just filled with their mourns and tears around my dead body.

Days turn to weeks that passed away quickly... I can't even tell you that my soul is still wandering around in this world because I was told to finish my last mission.

From the first, it made my mind discombobulated until I see your name flash within my memory.

"You are my last mission." I told to myself.

Even though you can't see, feel, or hear me anymore, I can still able to guide you throughout your sufferings. My soul's still alive to finish my last mission because you are still believing in me.

But history repeats itself, and now, I see myself to you who shut yourself to everyone. I can only sense your agonies, fears, and sadness all over the room. My grandparents always checked you in your home, yet, you always said that "You're fine. Just leave me alone."

What should I do? I want to accomplish this mission, but how?

I remembered that you have a sister who lives in the near village with her husband. I tried to find her, however, I still don't know what will should I do.

When night came, I planned if I can able to write and luckily I have enough strength as a soul to do it. While your sister and her husband sleeping, I tried to write a short letter that I hope it may help you.

Days later, your sister saw your letter and visit you again. She opens and enters your cabin, removed and placed her winter coat into the rack behind the door, and she goes straight to your room.

She knocks on your door but you didn't answered. She called,

"Elsa, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been

They say, 'have courage' and I'm trying to,

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in."

But still, you have no response.

Anna calls you for another time,

" We only have each other

It's just you and me

What are we gonna do?"

And you suddenly opened your door and let your sister enter. Both of you stand beside your window that is full of daisies. You still don't make any response and Anna seems so worried about you. But, as the moment you pick up a daisy, Anna blurted out in her soft comforting voice, "Do you want to build a snowman?" After you hear it out clearly, you cried out in front of her.

I see, You made to let out your emotions again after I left at the beginning of winter.

Tears just suddenly flow down from your eyes and your sister continues to comfort you.

"Elsa, shutting yourself and burdening it by yourself is not what Jack wanted for you right? Yesterday, I found a piece of paper hidden in our picture. Do you wanna read it. Here, take this." Anna slipped out a paper and held it to Elsa.

Elsa read it loudly that the two of them can hear...

"Love can heal a frozen heart. Both of your hearts were like your daisies: Pure, innocent, and there it lies your true love. If you had read this, remember that when you feel lost through your darkness, let your daisies enlighten you towards your true love.

P.S. I will get mad if you forget how to smile :)

Anna, protect her from me okay. I'm sorry if I can't give you some chocolates this time."

"Jack's really full of fun and suprises." Elsa giggles.

"Finally, you smiled again, I hope he can see you smile like that again." Anna frankly said.

"C'mon, I know that whenever he is, he always gonna see this smile of mine." Elsa said.

"So, do you want to build a snowman, the flower fields seems to be filled up with snow." Anna joyfully asked.

"If you insisted. Thank you, Anna." And she hugged her sister so tight and Anna also hugged her back.

Anna suddenly holds Elsa's hand and rushed out because of her excitement, they run straight to the fields and dive mountains mountain of snow.

I watched you played with your sister and build a snowman, I also tried to join your fun the last time. So, I scoop a pile of snow and form some snowballs. At first, I hit you, and it was so fun that you blame Anna just like before when I still have my body. Then, I hit your sister next that makes her revenge and rained you with her snowballs.

Finally, you set me free and I also set you free.

I know you can sense me even you can't see me anymore...

For the last time, I just wanna say thank you for believing in me for no matter what reasons, and, for now, before I take step to eternity, I want you to know that I promised myself that you are the only person I'll find and love you again through our next lives, see you soon.

"I will also find you, Jack. You are the only man that I will love again in our next lives. Thank you and see you soon." You whispered and tears started to fall to you.

Did you really reply to me, Elsa? No, it must be a coincidence.

"I can sense you there like a friend I've always known. Show yourself, I'm no longer trembling." You opened your eyes and started to see me like a dream.

I come close to you and place my head into yours.

"I see, you still believe in me no matter what." I whispered to her.

"Yes, Jack. Until eternity. Can I feel you for the last time?"

"Yes, you may, Elsa. I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled as you closed your eyes and cry.

Once I closed my eyes, I cried and at the same time I feel my soul fades little-by-little.

And for the last time, I see your smile from the day I first encountered you.

Because it is the only smile that enlightened me out of my darkness.

See you soon. I will find and love you again to our next lives.